Blow by Nikki Belaire

Title: Blow: A Naughty Novella

Series: Suck, Bang, & Blow #3

Author: Nikki Belaire

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 20, 2020

Blurb

Who wears white capri pants and a floral cardigan to a strip
club owned by one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the world?

Only Tulip Rose, the home-schooled, flower shop managing,
sheltered virgin who wants to save her brother after he takes a loan he can’t
pay back. She begs me to let her wash dishes or mop floors to work off his debt,
but I’ve got an even better job in mind for my sweet little petal.

Author’s note: Blow is short, sweet,
and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun ninety-minute
read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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Excerpt

She fiddles with the wide belt and keeps her gaze down,
hiding from me. “When Stephen and I were sitting at the bar working yesterday,
I heard the girls talking about giving lap dances and blow jobs for thousands
of dollars. Is that something–”

My mobile hits the floor, and I’m on her before I even
realize I’ve taken her down. Body checking her to the sofa in the small sitting
area, pinning her to the cushion as I growl at her. “Don’t even fucking think
about it.”

Breathless and shocked, she lies still as a statue beneath
me. “Think about what?”

Of its own volition, my hand finds its way to her throat and
her racing pulse throbs against my palm as I squeeze her into submission.
“Trying to earn money like that.”

Her head shakes as her eyes widen in surprise. “I wasn’t. I
would never–”

“That’s right. You will never fucking put your mouth
or your body on anyone but me.”

“That’s…”

I loosen my grip around her willowy neck so she manage more
than just a whisper. “What?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you…because I was wondering…if
you like those too.”

Jesus. “You want to give me a blow job?”

“I don’t know. I was just kind of curious, and you’ve done
things before…and I haven’t....”

Things. My innocent virgin wants to explore with me.
Almost as much as I want to teach her.

"I mean I don’t even understand why they call it a blow
job.”

Every second I spend with her just gets better and better.
I’m so hard for her my entire body hurts, and I know she feels my desire too
with me lying on top of her. I slide back and clutch her hand, lifting her to a
sitting position next to me. My erection almost busts through the gray
material, and I have no choice but to shove down my waistband and release my
cock from the barrier.

Plump satin lips purse together as she leans toward me, and
she blows out a few puffs of air against the head, already glistening with
thick white droplets in the slit.

She frowns and shakes her head. “Well that can’t be right.”

Uncertain if I should laugh or beg, I decide tact is a
better option in this situation. She’s being brave and I’m sure as hell not
going to shut her down or disparage her efforts. “It’s not but that’s okay.”

Huge brown eyes meet mine when she looks up. Imploring me to
help her understand. “Then what?”

“Do you really want to know?”

Lust flames in her eyes as she scrutinizes me. Determining
if I’m the one for her to test her skills, even though that’s already been
decided because no other man touches what’s mine.

“Yes.”

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Author Bio

Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness
for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they
love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when
she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating,
running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.

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Beautiful Brute by Eden O'Neill

Title: Beautiful Brute

Series: A Court University Novel

Author: Eden O'Neill

Genre: NA Stepbrother Romance

Release Date: September 30, 2020

Cover Design: RBA Designs

I gave him my virginity.

But it turns out he wanted so much more.

Stepbrother nightmare. That’s Jaxen Ambrose.

He’s beautifully vicious, lethal, the villain, and I’m nothing but the plaything that gives him his high.

He says I must pay for my sins. I do that or he’ll end me. He’s got it in his sick mind I’ve done something to him. That I’ve taken something from him but I’m no thief.

The only thief is him. My enemy, my obsession. He involved me in his wicked game without me even knowing. Before he was cruel, he was kind, a stranger who’d been gentle and sweet. I even believed him capable of love.

Only, that love turned out to be what I should fear most, his wickedest play of all. It’s true that his cruelty could break me.

But his love could destroy me.

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Play To Win by Ja'Nese Dixon

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Ja'Nese Dixon

Genre:
Contemporary Romance 

Kamal’s
an ex-football player. Jayda’s a single mother uninterested in
another relationship until she sees Kamal with her daughter.

Every
rejection will only make his victory sweeter. He plans to lick,
taste, and devour her like the delicacy she is until the world, her
ex, and Jayda recognize his name tatted on every inch of her curvy
body.

Kamal
never plays by halves, and Jayda has a thing or two to show this
deviously handsome player. But when the past runs an interference,
they’ll learn in matters of the heart there are no rules.

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The Promise Kept
Maggie Mae Gallagher
(Echo Springs, #2)
Publication date: August 19th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Cybil Roe gave her heart away thirteen years ago only to have it wind up shattered. With painstaking determination, she has rebuilt her life into something to be proud of today. Yet all her future plans are upended when the only man she has ever loved returns to Echo Springs. Nor does it help that he seems bound and determined to draw her back into his life. Cybil vows to stay away from him, no matter what seeing him all the time does to her resolve.

Miles Keaton wiped the dust of his hometown off his shoes years ago, never expecting that life would lead him back to the place where he had begun. Coming home to Echo Springs, to Cybil, to start a new law practice and a new life is a risk he never thought he’d take. She hates him – with good reason. Years ago, he walked away when she needed him the most. But now is he back, and intends to argue the case of his life, one more important than any he has debated in a courtroom, because she is the one woman he cannot live without.

Can Miles convince Cybil to take a second chance on him, or will a secret she has kept all these years destroy any future they might have?

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EXCERPT:

“Oh, yes. Right there,” she murmured.

Cybil sighed at the strong hands kneading her tense shoulders. Golden sunshine warmed her skin. Azure waves lapped against the pristine, ivory sand not fifteen feet from where she lounged on a luxurious padded chaise. Her tanned skin glistened in the sun. The coconut scent from her suntan lotion wafted on the gentle breeze and mingled with the salt from the ocean waves. The simmering heat of the tropics caused perspiration to bead on her forehead and evaporate with the light wind. The sunglasses perched on her nose shaded her gray eyes from the radiant sunlight.

It was without a doubt a perfect day.

The light breeze played with the loose tendrils of her inky hair while the sexy-as-sin Pablo—he of the broad, tanned shoulders, gorgeously thick black hair, and soulful eyes—massaged her shoulders with his long, talented fingers. The man had the most wonderful, gifted hands and knew precisely where to exert the most pressure. And those thumbs of his were singularly skilled at ferreting out every ache and pain.

God, she had needed this getaway—away from the cold, the snow, the dreaded holidays, and nonstop work.

She muffled a moan.

Cybil couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this relaxed. She could still taste the lime and salt from her frozen margarita. And she was a breath away from suggesting to Pablo that they take the massage indoors to her beachside bungalow. The thought of those hands massaging other regions of her body left her achy and needy. It had been so long since she had been with a man. Since this was a vacation, she didn’t have to worry about getting attached. Cybil moaned as he dug into a knot on her left shoulder.

Pablo lowered his face. Cybil shivered, heady anticipation humming along her skin. Was he going to nibble on her ear? Suggest naughty, decadent delights to be had if they retreated indoors? She was ready and willing for anything the guy had in mind.

“Purrr.” A cold, wet nose pressed against the side of her cheek where it met her ear, amplifying the sound. The purr increased in tenor. Something tickled her nose.

Cybil cracked an eye open. A pair of golden eyes stared at her with expectation and determination, with a side of feline disdain that she had yet to acknowledge him.

Author Bio:

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Maggie is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the United States Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Shameless
Sybil Bartel
(Alpha Bodyguard #8)
Publication date: July 17th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Bodyguard.

Shadow.

Warrior.

The Marines trained me to be a weapon. Tactical warfare was in my blood. I didn’t think twice when I was deployed for the fifth time because I was born battle ready. Then a mission went south and left me with a medical discharge.

Too many years downrange, I didn’t fit in the civilian world. Taking a job with the best security firm in the business seemed like a solid plan…until I was assigned babysitting duty for a spoiled little rich girl. The only thing worse than the assignment was the client’s smart mouth. She thought she could run it—all over me—and not suffer the consequences. She was wrong.

Now she was about to find out how shameless a bodyguard could be.

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“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered into the empty SUV as I pulled up to the bullshit rehab place that was more like a five-star resort and laid eyes on the woman standing out front.

Grabbing my phone, I scrolled to the most recent pic of the client, even though I knew what the hell she looked like. I’d had the displeasure of meeting her almost a year ago.

Blonde, stacked, smirking at the camera, her image played me.

I glanced back at the brunette in front of the rehab place who was standing next to two suitcases in fifty degree temps without a coat. Her ass hanging out in hot pants, boots up to her knees, stomach-baring shirt, she’d put on twenty pounds of perfect curves. Flipping her mane of wavy hair that was just begging to be fisted, she crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she glared at the Escalade.

Fuck my life, she looked like the last brunette I was stupid enough to sink my dick into.

Slowing the SUV to a stop, I put the passenger window down and leveled her with a look.

“You?” Summer Amherst asked in disgust.

Author Bio:

Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.

Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…

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Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.

She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.

To find out more about Sybil Bartel, be sure to follow her on Twitter (she loves to hear about your favorite book boyfriend!), visit her website, like her on Facebook or join her Facebook group Book Boyfriend Heroes for exclusive excerpts and giveaways.

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Author: Timothy R. Baldwin

Narrators: Brittany Goodwin, James David West

Length: 3 hours and 3 minutes

Series: A Kahale and Claude Mystery Series, Book 1

Publisher: United Publishing House, LLC

Released: May 28, 2020

Genre: Mystery; YA

Pandemonium by Susanna Strom blitz

Pandemonium
Susanna Strom
(World Fallen, #1)
Publication date: August 18th 2020
Genres: Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Romance, Suspense

The intersection of danger and desire

Kenzie Dunwitty is laser focused on finishing college and landing a job that will give her the security she craves. With a deadline looming, she disconnects to finish a paper. When she emerges, the world is sliding into chaos. Overnight, a simple flu virus has morphed into a lethal, worldwide pandemic. Kenzie seeks refuge at her prepper cousin’s compound and finds herself face to face with a deadly sexy stranger.

Ripper Solis, ex-Army Ranger and current enforcer for an outlaw motorcycle club, protects the people he considers his own. He’s not a nice guy. Not a man that a woman turns to for support and comfort. Not the bad boy hero in the romance novels Kenzie’s escaped into for years. Or is he?

As law and order break down, and the ever-present threat of the virus hangs over their heads, Ripper’s strength and resourcefulness offer an irresistible allure. Sexy and commanding, he’s everything she ever wanted. Their chemistry is combustible.

Will love save the day, or will the perilous new world obliterate their future?

Pandemonium is the first novel in the exciting new World Fallen series. Maelstrom, book two of the World Fallen series, coming October 27.

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CHAPTER ONE:

Kenzie

I slicked my wet hair back from my face and grabbed the towel that I’d slung over the shower curtain rod. A shadow fell across the plastic curtain. I glanced down at the three-inch gap between the bottom of the waterproof fabric and the floor. Bare feet—the toenails painted a bright apple green—shambled past the shower stall.

Jeez. At 3 a.m. on a Sunday morning, I’d figured I was alone in the big, communal bathroom. Whoever walked by was ignoring the unspoken rules of dorm life, not to mention common sense. You didn’t sneak up on somebody in the middle of the night. You called out “Coming through” or “Hi” so you wouldn’t startle them or look like a creeper. And nobody in their right mind walked across a public bathroom with bare feet. Hadn’t they heard of foot fungus?

Muttering to myself, I wrapped the towel around my body.

The overhead lights flicked off and plunged the room into semidarkness. Only a narrow shaft of light from the hallway pierced the gloom. Stumbling backward on the slippery tiles, I almost fell out of my flip-flops. I groped for the walls, my heart thumping in my chest.

“Hey! Turn the lights back on.”

Most people would have apologized and flipped the switch. Not my mystery intruder. She shuffled down the hall, leaving me alone in the dark.

“Thanks, asshole.” She was probably the same type of joker who swiped my towel midshower during my first week in the dorm. Swathed in the flimsy shower curtain, I’d done my own version of the walk of shame back to my room.

That was bad. This was worse.

Squeezing my eyelids shut, I leaned back against the wall and sucked in a calming breath. Okay. If I waited a minute or two for my eyes to adjust, I should be able to navigate my way to the door, then out into the well-lit hallway. No need to freak out; I’d crossed this bathroom at least a thousand times. I counted backward from sixty, opened my lids, and swept aside the shower curtain.

Eyes on the prize.

The hallway light beckoned. I kept my gaze laser-focused on it, ignoring the shadows that hovered in my peripheral vision as I stumbled toward the open door. I stuck my head into the hall and looked in both directions. Green-toenail girl was nowhere in sight.

I marched down the long corridor, past a dozen dark, silent rooms. Lights flickered from the TV lounge. I paused in the doorway. One of those 1950s alien invasion movies that Uncle Mel and I used to watch played on the big screen. Smiling at the memory, I stepped into the room and scanned the sofas and chairs for signs of life. The place appeared empty.

Just last week the perky resident assistant had sent out a memo reminding people to turn off the big TV when they were done watching it, part of the university’s green initiatives. I sighed. If Janie found the TV on when she made her rounds in the morning, she’d probably issue another flurry of memos. Picking up the remote from a table, I clicked off the television and turned to head back to my room.

Somebody groaned, and I jumped backward. Who was that? My gaze darted around the room, finally landing on a figure sprawled across a sofa. Guess I should have looked more closely instead of dismissing the lump as a pile of pillows.

“Hi,” I called out.

Another groan.

With halting steps, I approached the sofa. Long, curly red hair spilled across a cushion and partially obscured her face. It had to be Rachel what’s-her-name from down the hall. One night last month, I found her at 2 a.m.—key in hand and reeking of tequila—passed out in the hallway outside her door.

“Hey, Rachel. You need help getting to your room?”

She mumbled her response, the words lost behind the tangle of hair.

“You okay?” I leaned over and brushed the hair back from her pale face. Her eyes fluttered open, and she squinted up at me. Her lips parted and she burped, spewing out a rancid cloud of rumtainted vapor.

“Shit!” I staggered backward, lifting a corner of the towel to hold over my nose.

Rachel’s chest hitched and she retched.

“No, you don’t.” I rolled her on her side, jammed a pillow behind her back, then pulled a small wastebasket close to the sofa, positioning it next to her head.

I was willing to play good Samaritan to keep the girl from choking if she puked, but if she was dead drunk, there was no way I could carry her back to her room. She’d have to sleep it off in the TV lounge.

“You want some water?” I offered.

“Huh-uh.” She shook her head, then raised a hand to her temple, groaning again. I bet the rum was giving her one hell of a headache.

“You sure? How about an aspirin?”

“Wanna sleep,” she slurred.

My conscience clear, I kept watch over her for another few minutes, until her dry heaves subsided, and she drifted off to sleep.

First the green-toenail girl and now Rachel; I don’t usually see this much excitement in the middle of the night.

Must be a full moon.

Author Bio:

With the publication of Pandemonium, Susanna Strom is branching out into an entirely new variety of romance. Susanna loves to read--and write--stories full of complex characters who find love, hope and connection while navigating through a challenging new world. Pandemonium is her first foray in apocalyptic/dystopian romance, but it definitely won't be her last.

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