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Wednesday, August 7, 2019

A Drop of Magic by L.R. Braden


A
Drop of Magic
The
Magicsmith Book 1
by
L.R. Braden


Genre:
Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance 

The
war isn’t over . . .
With
the world clinging to a fragile peace forced on the Fae by humanity
after the Faerie Wars, metalsmith Alex Blackwood is plunged into the
world of the half-fae who traffick in illegal magical artifacts. Her
best friend’s murder and his cryptic last message place her in the
crosshairs of a scheme to reignite the decade-old war between humans
and fae.
Worse,
violent attacks against her and the arrival of a fae knight on a
mission force Alex to face a devastating revelation of who
and what she is. To catch a killer, retrieve a
dangerous artifact, and stop a war, Alex will have to accept that
she’s an unregistered fae “halfer” with a unique magical
talent—a talent that would change everything she believes about her
past, her art, and her future.
Her
world is crumbling around her, and Alex will have to decide who to
trust if she and the world are going to survive.
“A
Drop of Magic is
a damned fun and original read, with sass, action, hot men, and a
whole lot of magic.” —Diana
Pharaoh Francis,
author of the Diamond
City Magic, Magicfall,
and Horngate
Witches series














Born and raised in
Colorado, L. R. BRADEN makes her home in the foothills of the Rocky
Mountains with her wonderful husband, precocious daughter, and
psychotic cat. With degrees in both English literature and
metalsmithing, she splits her time between writing and art. A
Drop of Magic is her first novel.









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Loving Logan by Breanna Hayse


Loving
Logan
by
Breanna Hayse

Genre:
SciFi Romance 

The
Perfect Companion- The Perfect Man- The Perfect Lover-

The
Perfect Dom...
Robotics
engineer Dr. Kymberli Dalton is fed up with men. Period. After being
betrayed by her most recent lover, she designs a robotic 'toy' based
on the song; 'Coin-Operated Boy'. This dreamy sex machine will be
everything she wants: Lifelike, Overindulgent, Generous,
Affectionate, and Nurturing. Most importantly, LOGAN will be hers and
hers alone, able to fill every void in her life - and satisfy her
hungry body.


Little
does she know that the LOGAN A.I. program has its own agenda; it
wants to become real and alive, and to serve her every need... which
includes indulging in her secret fantasies.


Unfortunately,
this 'Pinocchio' doesn't have a magic Blue Fairy to turn him into a
real boy, but he does have technology that allows him to step into
her life as her perfect companion... with a strong dominant streak.
True to the robotic law, LOGAN guards and protects her - whether
Kymberli likes it or not - and that includes putting her over his
strong, solid knee for bare-bottomed spankings... followed by
unencumbered, breathtaking loving.


Logan's
protective love not only teaches him how to feel, but allows Kymmi to
reconnect with her lost childhood and discover the joy of being a
loved little girl...


Even
though their secret is hidden in plain sight, the couple is soon
faced with the biggest challenge they will ever have to confront.
Will this unnatural love be allowed to continue? And if so, at what
sacrifice?


Publisher's
Note: This book contains explicit sexual content involving machinery,
anal play, spanking, dubious consent, bondage, minor BDSM themes,
strong language, and graphic violence.







BDSM/AP
lifestyler Breanna Hayse strives to give her readers truth and
reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange
lifestyle.

Who
am I?
I'm
a native Californian gone 'wild', and had the opportunity to travel
the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both a Marine
Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. I left the service to
go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a
marriage and family therapist for those involved in alternative
lifestyle development. This experience has allowed me to gain unique
inspiration for my books and offer realistic plots and relatable
characters.

In
2004, my husband, John, and I joined forces to work with both
submissives and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving.
Our goal was to take the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and
mentor people in safe, consensual and healthy relationships.

My
first book, The Game Plan, was published in 2012 and opened the door
to the now-booming world of Age-Play literature. Since that time,
I've devoted my 'spare' time to writing, researching, community
involvement, and private and group pro bono counseling in deviant
behavior, alternative lifestyle, and addiction recovery.

I
was formally 'dungeon trained' as a Domme before discovering my
submissive side when I joined the service. My scenarios are pulled
primarily from either personal experience or observation, including
spending time in BDSM clubs as the safety/medical officer. My
multi-faceted background allows me to glean from many avenues and
give a unique and intelligent literary experience through elements of
fantasy and fiction. I also discuss the questions and psychology of
the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on
'the real deal.'

I
live with my husband, musician, and fellow-author, John Hayse, and
two border collies in southern California. We practice a 24/7 D&S
relationship with speckles of AP (and many trips to Build-A-Bear),
and happily spend every moment together that we can. My hobbies
include my puppies, hiding my vanilla salt-water taffy where John
can't find it, exotic art, collecting inspirational trinkets, and
developing my own paddle line. You can also see me as a featured
author/instructor in professional conference settings and as a
Sexpert for kinkyliterature.com.








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Grit and Grind by Kat Addams




Title: Grit and Grind
Series: Dirty South #1
Author: Kat Addams
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy

Cover Design: Lori Jackson, Lori Jackson Design
Release Date: September 6, 2019




Blurb

Klara Woods is an aspiring writer … with no inspiration.
After one too many disastrous relationships, her quest for a leading man has
fizzled out. Bored with her mundane lifestyle, she decides to do whatever it
takes to get her head back in the game. When she finds out that one of her
favorite authors, Christopher Kaiser, is leading a writers workshop, she’s the
first in line to sign up. Could he help spark her creativity again, or will
this be just another one of her bad decisions?



Christopher Kaiser is an international best-selling author whose books have
taken the romance genre by storm. Rumor has it that his sexy stories are
inspired by personal experiences with his many so-called muses. Touted as one
of the South’s most notorious playboys, Christopher is too busy living his best
life to settle down anytime soon. Besides, what would happen with his writing
if he gave up his “explorations”?



Determined to take matters into her own hands, Klara decides to jump-start her
love life with a catastrophe of her own making. Unfortunately, an innocent
bystander prevents her desperate attempt for attention by rescuing her from yet
another one of her bad decisions. Annoyed—and also a bit turned on by this sexy
new hero—Klara goes home, defeated. Forcing herself to focus on her writing,
she shows up to her first workshop and quickly learns that her hero from
earlier is none other than her instructor, Christopher Kaiser. Will she
actually learn something from this, or will she be too distracted by her hots
for the teacher?











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Author Bio


Kat Addams is a forever twenty-nine-year-old fashionista
following her lifelong dream of writing contemporary romance inspired by the
exotic men she meets in her worldly travels. At least, that’s what she would
like for you to think. She’s certainly not a stay-at-home mom indulging in
excessive daydreaming, frozen pizzas, an unhealthy addiction to purchasing
pajamas, and one too many cocktails on the regular. That’s some other romance
author. The poor thing probably has to sneak away upstairs to write her dirty
stories! What would her family think? Thankfully, that’s not Kat!



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Dreamy Distraction by Emily J. Wright

Title: Dreamy Distraction
Series:  Quest for Love #1
Author: Emily J. Wright
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 29, 2019





 Brandon Bryce has forgotten himself. The memories of his past are lost.
But in this obscurity, he remembers someone. A woman he doesn’t know much about but know enough that he wants to be with her.
Will he get what he wants?

A worn-out sex swing in the sex dungeon of my penthouse.

A room with thousands of hours of porn, the walls of which lights up like a Christmas tree under black light.

A Jacuzzi that smells like sex and has a pair of bra and panties floating in it.

These are the remnants of my past.

As for the present, all I have left is my name—Brandon Bryce.

Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

I thought so too until a woman from my neighborhood threw her shoe at me just after another one tried to scratch my face. It has been brought to my attention that behind this pretty face of mine lies a certifiable a**hole.

I have so far worked on the strategy of hit it and quit it, resulting in me hurting many women. But now that I have escaped death by the skin of my teeth, things are going to be a lot different. I have decided to make amends to those who I have hurt all the while trying to find her.

I saw her once, not sure where, and now I see her everywhere. Blonde hair that fell to her shoulder in waves, smoldering blue eyes putting the ocean to shame, cherry red lips that one must have, and those tempting curves crafted by God himself. How can one forget someone like her?

She is a dream that keeps me awake at night.

A distraction that fazes me through the day.

She is my Dreamy Distraction.

Have a Slice of Cake or Two. Grab a Pitcher of Coffee. And Buckle Up.
Because this one is not an Insta Love Story.
Our utterly obsessed hero will wear his heart on his sleeve and trigger a spectrum of emotions within you as he takes you along on a wild ride full of humor, romance, and with a little bit of suspense on the top.
Happy Reading!!!


You see that Jacuzzi in my balcony? Isn’t it a beauty? 

No, it’s not going to the charity. I need it. I’ll bring the woman from my dream here after a little wine and dine. 

Both of us naked. She on top of me, kissing, water dripping from her hair, running down to her boobs as she bounces up and down on my cock.

My cock is already twitching to that thought.

“Fuck you, Brandon!” I hear a distant voice of a woman screaming.

And a women shoe hit me hard on the shoulder. It must have come from one of the two buildings on either side of me. I immediately get down on my knees in case another one is on its way.

I get that I am not popular around here. No, I am popular but for all the wrong reasons. But it doesn’t give women the right to throw their shoes at me. 

If instead of a flat sandal, it was a heel, and if it was thrown by a woman with a good aim and hit me on the head instead of shoulder, I could be concussed—or worse, dead.

Imagine what my tombstone would have said.

Brandon Bryce.

A firm supporter of the alcohol and tobacco industry.

Loved every woman in his life at least once.

A job creator—ask Javier. 

Died in an unfortunate turn of events when a woman’s shoe hit him on the head. 

In the history of popular assassination, my name would be after Lincoln and Kennedy—or probably first. People die of bullet all the time but by women’s shoe—that’s something you don’t hear every day.

I was right to kneel down. Another shoe lands in the Jacuzzi, splashing water on my face.

Good news is, the pair is complete, and they look expensive and not worn much. I can give it to Javier who in turn could gift his wife.

I crawl fast like a contender of a dog race left far behind and take a deep sigh of relief after I am back in my apartment.

I start pulling down the curtains on the window. It’s just a safety precaution. If a woman can throw her sandal at me twice, she could very well take a shot at me if she is into pig hunting.

After covering up the windows, I chug down a glass of water before I roam around in my apartment, admiring the interiors. Everything is at the place where it’s supposed to be. No room for any improvement. Now that I am going to live here, I need to get acquainted with this place. And thats what I am doing now.

200 inches! 

I am staring at my reflection in the 200-inch LED TV in my home theater.

Apart from TV that covers an entire wall, this room has 16 speakers with Dolby 5.1 surround sound, a blue ray player, seating arrangement for twenty people, and racks full of DVDs. 

The vast collection of DVDs makes me believe that my father must have taken a franchise of blockbuster videos in his time and this is my family heirloom.

Since this is my first day back, and I have nothing else to do, I decide to watch a movie. But, which one? The choice is to the point of overwhelming. I am still adjusting to the world, but I know that under this circumstance only one thing would prove to be useful— ‘Eeny Meeny Miny Moe.’ 

Imagine, you are anxiously waiting for your package to be delivered. The item you ordered last night is on its way, and you couldn’t believe you got it at such a good price. Finally, it gets delivered. You tear apart the package like a savage and look inside. Shit! It doesn’t look anything like you have ordered. Has it ever happened to you?

I have the same look on my face right now. I have a DVD of ‘Father Daughter Seductions’ in my hand in the case of ‘Father of the Bride.’ I am scarred for life. I am not fit to be a father of a daughter now.

I randomly pick another DVD. This one says ‘Legally Blonde’ on the cover, but inside is a DVD of ‘Blondicious.’ At least, both have a blonde on it. 

‘Star Wars’ has ‘Star Wars XXX: A Porn Parody.’ This time, both names and genres have some similarities.

‘Titanic’ has ‘Titanic Tits.’ 

Wait! I am starting to see a pattern here. 

‘Operation Dumbo Drop’ has ‘Operation Desert Stormy.’ 

‘Eye of the Dragon’ has ‘Eye of the Beholder.’ 

‘Two Girls and a Guy’ has ‘Two Girls for Every Girl.’ 

Yep—I definitely have OCD.

My hands are shaking. I have the DVD of ‘The Notebook’ in my hand. The cover has Ryan Gosling and Rachel Adams in each other’s arms, drenching in the rain. Their lips, so close to kissing. I know about this movie. My physical therapist Bernice told me all about it during one of our sessions. She has watched it 47 times—extended version with deleted scenes. As a man in love like Noah, I want to watch it—preferably without crying.

I narrow my eyes and slowly begin opening the case. 

“Please don’t be a porno. Please don’t be a porno—” 

Good, God!

The romance is forever ruined for me. I am staring at the DVD of ‘Diary of Love: A XXX Romance Adaption of The Notebook.’

I slam the case shut in frustration and throw it away. It crashes into another DVD which caused a domino effect in one of the racks. The arrangement and order of them are messed up, but none of them fall on the ground except one—'A Christmas Story’.

I hear a somber music in the room.

Is that a sign? 

Ignore that, it’s just the static coming from the speaker. The acoustics in this room is really great.

Of all the movies, it has to be ‘A Christmas Story,’ and it’s right at my feet. Is this a miracle?

Should I open it? No, I can’t. I am already scarred enough for a lifetime. The father-daughter relationship is ruined, romance is ruined, and now I don’t want to ruin Christmas for me. But the case is already half opened. Would it hurt to take a peek? I guess not. I won't read the title if it’s a porno.

I pick it up, open the case, and quickly close it after just a glance. It’s neither a movie DVD nor a porno. Just a plain, unlabeled DVD. My curiosity is already piqued by now. I have to at least check it out to know what’s in it. It could be anything—a family secret, important business documents, formula of Coca-Cola. The possibilities are endless here.

I take a deep sigh and put the DVD in the player without giving it any more thought.

“Hey, Fucker!” 

It’s me—the skinny, long hair, cocky, young me—on the 200-inch screen. 

“Good . . . You are doing very good.” He looks down while the camera is still pointing at his face. 

“I believe my business plan has worked and you are rolling in dollars by now. So, congratulations!”

That kid on the screen is barely 20, but he is so full of himself. Look at the smug look on his face.

“I know why you are watching this video, Brandon. You are all grown up now. You must have fallen in love.”

Holy fuck! Is this some sort of time traveling shit?
“Now, you listen to me, asshole!” He brings his face closer. “You cannot fall in love. If you do, all the things will end for you. You will get married and fuck the same pussy again and again until your dick falls off. And if you fuck someone else during the marriage, then you are screwed. Be ready to say goodbye to the major chunk of your money in the divorce. And the fat kid that you will have would be nothing but a pain in the ass for life.”

I am seeing myself for the first time—totally candid. I cannot believe what I dick I was. I am sorry, Mom and Dad, but that’s on you. You raised an asshole.







EMILY J. WRIGHT was exposed to the romance novels in her formative years, thanks to Harlequin and her mother’s penchant to buy its publication like grocery, turning her into a sucker for romance.

It's true what they say. You are what you eat, and so is, you write what you read. Having read, breathed, and lived the characters through words of some of the best authors, she took a leap of faith and decided to live them through her own words.

Now, she writes about kick-ass, headstrong women, paired with alpha males, and make them work to get the girl.

She lives in the peaceful suburbs of Dublin, Ohio, where she lived with Zeus, her Labrador, and her cat, Mimi.

When she is not busy writing, editing, or thinking of plot twists, you can find her in a yoga studio in a back-breaking position and later in Starbucks sipping coffee from a Venti cup.

She loves to interact with her readers, so would appreciate it if you stop by her social media pages.



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Kiss Me Again by Vivian Wood





Title: Kiss Me Again

Series: Star Crossed Love #1
Author: Vivian Wood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 6, 2019




Blurb


From WSJ and USA Today bestseller Vivian Wood comes a steamy, angsty second chance romance.


Rachel.
The rich girl who stole my breath away ten years ago.

The one who had a Navy man like me wrapped around her little finger.

The only person to make my heart ache.

When I disappeared from her life five years ago, I never thought I’d see her again.
And yet here she is, at my ranger station, looking as surprised as I am.

When my boss tells me that Rachel is my summer assignment, I groan.

No good can come from opening up the old wounds.

Rachel demands to know where I’ve been.
I don’t have the heart to tell her the unvarnished truth.

But that doesn’t stop the heat between us.

I dream of plowing my hands into her hair, bending her back, and making her mine once more.

My dark secret, her broken engagement, and so much water under the bridge threaten to shake our very foundations.
Will we be able to put love first this time around?









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I dip my paddle into the lake, testing out how it works.
“No, no,” Grayson says. “You are doing it wrong. You want to
go with the water. Look…”
He picks up his own paddle and dips it in the lake, moving
it smoothly. I try to copy his movement, but he just sighs loudly. 
“No.” He demonstrates again. “You are going against
the water. If you expect to get anywhere—”
“Alright!” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s my first time.
Just let me—”
I stroke my paddle in the water. Grayson explodes.
“You still aren’t doing it right! How hard can it possibly
be to follow instructions?” He grabs the end of my paddle, exasperated. “Just—”
“Let go!” He’s pushing me close to the edge. I can feel my
temper starting to balloon up. Gripping my paddle, I rip it from his
hands. 
Anger flares in his eyes. “You are so—”
“What is your problem, Grayson?!”
He’s already got a response loaded. “You are my problem!
What in the fuck are you even doing here, Rachel?”
“I could ask you the same thing, but you would probably not
have an answer,” I grind out. “Again. I generally don’t like to repeat
my mistakes.”
He bristles. “Are you saying that I was a mistake, then?”
I narrow my eyes. “That’s not what I meant, but… yes. My
mother’s right about you.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could
take them back. My mother said a lot of hideous things about him while we were
together. How is he supposed to know that I’m referencing something she said
when he was already gone?
Grayson gets this wounded look in his eyes for the barest
second. Watching it is like being slapped in the face.
“I didn’t mean—”
“Enough.” He glares at me. “Just use your fucking
paddle like a normal person, okay?”
He stands up and carefully turns around, so that he’s facing
away from me. He dips his paddle in the water and starts rowing wordlessly. I
mimic him and he switches to the other side of the canoe with a heavy sigh.
We actually move pretty quickly then, especially since we
are not communicating. I realize that I probably should have stopped back on
the shore for a sample of water, but I guess we can stop on the return
journey. 
I try to breathe and paddle in time with Grayson’s mighty
strokes. As we leave the shore behind us, I look up at the calm blue sky
overhead. Except the sky isn’t blue exactly; it’s light gray now, thunderclouds
gathering overhead.
Struggling to keep up with Grayson, I watch the sky darken.
It’s definitely about to rain. As soon as I can see the shore on the other
side, I see raindrops begin to hit the lake’s smooth surface.
“Shit,” I hear Grayson grumble.
Digging my paddle into the water deeper doesn’t help as much
as I want it to. The skies open up and dump rain onto us. There is suddenly
water everywhere, each raindrop seeming to bounce back up from where it falls
on the lake. 
When we are almost there, Grayson actually gets out of the
canoe, soaking himself up though to the waist. Unsure what to do, I try to
stand up. I see Grayson glance back at me and do a double take. 
“Rachel—”
But it’s too late. I tip the canoe over and fall out,
flailing awkwardly. The only thing that breaks my fall is the water, which is
shockingly cold. Then I am submerged for several breathless seconds, underneath
the lake’s muddy waters. 
I feel something move in the water beside me. My heart
starts to pound.
Grayson materializes right there, grabbing me and pulling me
to the surface of the lake. I gasp for breath. My arms automatically go around
his neck as he pulls me toward the shore, dripping wet.
Even though I’m half drowned, I’m also intimately aware of
how warm the hard muscle of his chest is. He holds me tight, almost uncomfortably
so. If everything wasn’t happening all at once, I might make some noise about
it.
I try to clear my face of my own water-dampened hair. He
runs up onto the shore with me in his arms, not stopping for a second. He keeps
going until he trots into a little lean-to.
Only when there is something over both of our heads does he
stop and breathe. His eyes dart to and fro, scanning the downpour outside. He
leans forward and pulls the door closed just a little.
Something about his behavior is… off, somehow. 
“Grayson,” I say, gently putting my hands on his chest.
“Gray?”
He looks at me as if he’s seeing me for the first time. When
he speaks, his voice is oddly quiet. “Hey.”
I squirm a little but he doesn’t get the picture. “Can you
put me down, please?”
There is a moment of hesitation there. I can see in his eyes
that he wants to say no. But he lets me down.
And for just the briefest moment, soaking wet and pressed
against his warm body, that I don’t want him to let me go. I peer up into his
eyes and wonder if he ever thinks about kissing me. And he looks right back at
me, his eyes glinting blue. 
Then he pushes me away. It’s so silly to feel this way, but
it’s like being rejected by him all over again. My eyes mist over and I curse
myself for being so weak.
Grayson heads out into the pouring rain and I watch him go,
determined not to cry.






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Vivian likes to write about troubled, deeply flawed alpha males and the fiery, kick-ass women who bring them to their knees.

Vivian's lasting motto in romance is a quote from a favorite song: "Soulmates never die."

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