“Bearly Hanging On M/M, Miracle Book #3” by Shea Balik #PreOrder

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“Bearly Hanging On M/M, Miracle Book 3”

Author: Shea Balik

Genre: Gay/Urban Romance

Release Date: March 20, 2017

Available thru Kindle Unlimited!

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In a world where everyone was against them, they needed a Miracle. What no one had expected was to find their salvation in an abandoned town that was ready to collapse. Yet, that is exactly what happened when they moved to the town of Miracle, Oregon.

Kirill had been moving from town to town most of his life, staying one step ahead of those bent on destroying his kind. Along the way he’s somehow managed to become Alpha to a group of shifters also on the run. But he was tired of always having to pick up and move when all he wanted was a place to call home.

Harper had never known a moment of peace. Even as a child his father had pitted his own brother, Abdiel against him for his own amusement. When his father died, Harper had hoped things would change. He should have known better than to believe that change would be for the better.

The two men embark on a journey of discovery about themselves and the love they potentially share for each other. Can they get beyond their pasts, or will they be doomed to be separated for all eternity?

 

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“Blood & Betrayal: The Complete Black Shamrocks MC Series” by Kylie Hillman #ReleaseBlitz 18+


On the surface, the Black Shamrocks MC is exactly what an outlaw motorcycle club should be. Unapologetically brutal. Unquestionably ruthless. Unwaveringly loyal. The brotherhood appears rock solid; allied and impenetrable. Their various blood ties only serve as a reminder of the generations of kinship and family that came before them.

Dig a little deeper and the illusion begins to shatter. Beneath a well-cultivated facade of unity, old tensions simmer and new alliances are created. Game plans are being put into action. Illegitimate legacies are being secured. Deals with the devil are being made.

While these betrayals are being executed with cold efficiency, a new love is born. It’s a love that those undermining the club never saw coming. It’s a love that threatens to derail the upcoming coup. It’s a love that could unite them all and stop evil in its tracks if it’s allowed to prosper.

When those closest to you are plotting your downfall, is it possible for love to conquer all? If the war needed to defeat those responsible could cost you a loved one, would you be willing to pay the price? Unfortunately, the answers don’t matter anymore … because, ready or not, the Black Shamrocks MC is about to be engulfed by BLOOD & BETRAYAL.
The box set includes:

Five full length novels – Seizing Control, Making Choices, Seeking Redemption, Tempting Fate, and Finding Nirvana
Two novellas – Soothing Suffering and Conquering Circumstances
A never-before-released story – Craving Control is a 40,000-word story from Brendan Taylor’s point-of-view. The villain finally gets to have his say!
Extended epilogues for all surviving characters at the end of Finding Nirvana. This takes place six months after Finding Nirvana finishes and features the Christmas wedding of a much-loved character.

Soothing Suffering, Black Shamrocks MC #0.5 Excerpt


My impatience to see her has me barrelling through our bedroom door without trying to lessen the noise. Not that it matters. Lainey is exactly where my common sense said she would be. Curled up in a ball in the middle of our bed, with my pillow trapped between her knees and arms. With her blonde hair spilling free and no covers over her barely clothed body, she looks like so small and innocent. Like the girl she used to be. If I could bottle this moment, and find some way to douse her in it when she wakes, I would.
Toeing off my boots, then shedding the rest of my clothes at lightning speed—pausing only to hang my cut in its spot over the back of the armchair—I’m naked bar my boxers and ready for the favourite part of my night. Lainey flinches from my touch when she’s awake, turning red every time she does because underneath it all she craves me as much I want her. When she’s sleeping, stuck deep in an unnatural, chemically-induced slumber, I take advantage of the respite we both have from her fears, and indulge my own desires.
Using the patience that I couldn’t find when I rushed into the room, I pull back the covers. With infinite gentleness, I lay on the bed and work her body next to mine. The weight of her in my arms, no tension in her frame, no fear on her face, is pure fucking bliss. I should be content with this.
But, I’m not.
No one’s ever accused me of being an easily satisfied man. It’s not in my DNA. So, every night, instead of being pleased by the fact that I get to hold her, I take it one step further and play with fire.
Running my fingertips along Lainey’s partially exposed cleavage, I dip my fingers into the hollow between her tits and then continue to trail down her breast to her nipple. Goosebumps appear in my wake because when she’s held in a sleeping pill created stupor, her mind is at ease right along with her body.
As I do each night, I pray I won’t get caught.
With a smile on my face, and a rapidly hardening cock, I pull her tit free from her tight vest and dip my head to taste her. Rolling my tongue around her hard nipple, I suck it into my mouth.
Lainey moans and arches her back, allowing me better access. My breath catches in my throat. Fear and something more—excitement—stirs in my gut. How would she react if she woke and found me wrapped around her? Would she turn into me like she did this morning? Or would her fear kick in and make her fight?
Shaking free those thoughts, I set her second breast free and worship the nub with the attention that every inch of her deserves until it stands tall, greeting me proudly when I pull my lips away. My hands have a mind of their own, making their way under her top so they can enjoy the feel of her taut stomach, the outline of her ribs, and the underside of each breast. Once they’ve had their fill of the soft, warm skin, they begin the trek over her hips and down to her thighs. I spend time tracing patterns over every inch of skin that I can reach until I can’t stand it any further. My body responds every time a moan leaves her parted lips, my hips instinctively pumping against her when Lainey arches beside me. The enjoyment her unconscious mind takes from my presence sets me on fire. If I wasn’t sure that she’d fucking hate me afterward, I pull down her shorts, and put an end to both our misery by thrusting my straining cock home—deep inside her.
Except, that would make me no better than him.
And, I’m more of a man than he’ll ever be.
Lainey comes first.
So, with a dick that’s weeping with want and a head that’s buoyed by the cold, hard fact that my woman still fucking wants me as much as I want her, I stretch my body out next to hers. Holding my woman to me, I close my eyes and try my hardest to forget that another day has gone by with her still fucked-up and me helpless to fix it. If I could take her away from all of this, I would in a fucking heartbeat.

Wife to a Harley riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke.
Mum to two crazy, adorable, and creative kids.
Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner.
She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80’s/90’s rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.

Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn’s Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the “real” world where she hangs out with her awesome family and “book” world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.

Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren’t perfect and aren’t afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat- be it with suspense, heart-stopping thrills, or laughter.

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“Ripple Effect: Episode 2 (Dark Hitman Erotic Romance Book 2)” by Keri Lake #BlogTour 18+

 

 

 

EPISODE TWO: As a calculated assassin, Ripley thrives on always being in control. But when the woman he’s sworn to kill makes an offer he can’t refuse, his control is what he risks losing most.
Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.

*This is an erotic suspense/erotic romance not recommended for readers under the age of 18 due to graphic violence and sex.
I open my eyes to the sting of sterile scents, like disinfectant and alcohol. A quick scan of my surroundings shows crisp white sheets, the cool fabric brushing against my legs—my bare legs. The dripping of water from before pounds louder, without the chasing echo. Scents. Sounds. Touch. As if my body has turned into a sharper frequency, everything around me seems more alive. More intense.
  Attached to my left arm is an IV whose tube connects to a bag labeled saline, hanging off a hook sticking out from the wall. Two white patches are stuck to my arm, and I can’t begin to imagine what the hell they are. Maybe he mutilated me? What the hell is this guy, a doctor?
  The stabbing pain from before has dulled to an ache of intense hunger or the craving of pills, I can’t discern. Nausea still grips me the same way it had when I drank too much cinnamon liquor one night and ended up at the side of the toilet with my sugar crashing. I’m not a diabetic or anything, but I remember Chanel gave me a glass of orange soda and the jitters disappeared. I feel cool and sweaty at the same time, clammy and exhausted.
  I stare down at myself, noticing a thin white shirt. My bra has been removed along with my panties, leaving me naked beneath the oversized garment that must belong to my captor. The heavy comforter, far too elegant and plush for the mattress on which I’m lying, covers only my ankles, as if I’d kicked it off. Or someone else had.
  What did he do while I was out?
  I perform a quick mental rundown, only remembering flashes of the bathtub, which I’m certain was nothing but a dream. From my fingers to my toes, I concentrate on any pain. Wriggling my toes doesn’t point out a weird absence of one, flexing my calves, thighs, nothing. I attempt to pull my knees together, testing whether or not it produces an ache that might suggest he’d raped me, but chains keep me from crossing my legs.
  In my pathetic assessment, I find there’s no damage, nothing to suggest mutilation of any sort. And no evidence of blood on the sheets.
  With my arms still bound, I turn to the faint musky scent on my skin and breathe in the clean aroma. He did bathe me.
  He. Rip.
  His name loops over and over inside my head in some desperate bid for my conscious half to hang on to it. As if I’d forget the name of the killer who tied me to a wall in his dark and dingy basement.
  My mouth is bone dry and I push a swallow past the burn in my throat.
  The single light that illuminates my surroundings is both a blessing and a curse, as I begin to see things in the wall of darkness that separates my little halo. Hallucinations? Maybe. The drugs still swimming through my body certainly don’t rule out that possibility. A pale white spectral figure dangling from the ceiling shakes my core, and I screw my eyes shut, hoping it’ll fade away. The withdrawals have settled over me, commandeering my mind, and have me seeing things that don’t make sense.
  Like the terrors of my youth.
 
Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. By day, she tries to make use of the degrees she’s earned in science. By night, she writes dark contemporary, paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction on the many occasions distraction sucks her into the Land of Shiny Things.

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“Just Like That” by Nicola Rendell #CoverReveal

Coming April 10th
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“I bet I can untangle you.”

At an airport baggage claim, Penny Darling looks up from her knotted mess of ear buds to find the sexiest hunk of man she’s ever seen. He’s got a military haircut, a scar through his eyebrow, and he’s rocking a pastel pink dress shirt like only a real man can. But Penny is on a man-free diet so she leaves the airport without succumbing to his delicious double-entendres…or his dreamy dimples.

PI Russ Macklin can’t take his eyes off Penny. As she sashays out of the airport with hips swaying and curls bouncing, he suspects they may share more than just sweltering chemistry. That suitcase she’s rolling along behind her? It looks a lot like his.

Because it is.

When he tracks her down, he holds her bag hostage in exchange for a date. Their night begins with margaritas and ends in urgent care, and Russ proves that Cosmo’s theory about a very particular type of orgasm was oh-so-wrong.

In Penny, Russ finds a small-town sweetheart with a very naughty side. For the first time ever, he’s thinking about picket fences. Penny finds in Russ a loving, caring man who understands the power of massaging showerheads.

But Russ is only in Port Flamingo for a week. They agree it’ll be a fling and nothing more. Because really, they can’t fall ass-over-teakettle in love just like that…

Can they?

99k words. HEA. Dual POV. No cheating.
Featuring a big drooly dog named Guppy.
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Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.
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