Friday, October 30, 2015

Have you met Camden? Ignite (A Teasing Hands Box Set) is on sale now! #wantthosehands #cravethoselips #badboy #alpha

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"Undress for me."
#Ignite (A Teasing Hands Box Set) is finally here! This includes the 12,000 word bonus scenes (3 of them) with our favorite masseuse being the #dirtytalking bad boy we all fell in love with. 
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Teasing Hands: The hands kneading my flesh into submission are strong, yet gentle. Rough yet tender. His talented fingers dig deep into my naked flesh applying the perfect amount of pressure, bending me to his will. "Undress for me."

Taunting Lips: Her body was my greatest damnation. I craved her and the way she came alive beneath my fingers. The way she’d let me force my will upon her tender flesh, so breakable and trusting—open to all I could teach her. “I hate that I love you.”

Ignite (Bonus Scenes:
Camden's First Game.
How Camden Deals With The Inevitable.
Camden's Special Gift.

Ignite Teaser 1
I didn’t like it.
How the fuck was I supposed to sleep while she traveled with her team up to Central Florida for an away game? The team was set to play the Gators next week and would stay through the weekend; three entire days without her warmth.
Those sweet smiles in the morning that always led to my devouring every inch of her tight body. To hearing her tiny whimpers of pleasure that always caused my heart to speed up. My Gatita’s touch rendered me her slave, and I fucking enjoyed every second under her control.
And now, I’d be without for a few days.
“Motherfuck.” I ran an agitated hand through my hair and tugged.
“What’s wrong?” Amanda wrapped her arms around me from behind. Her chin nestled between my shoulder blades in between soft kisses. “Was Dad pissed about my moving in? You told him, right?”
“No, but he knows.” I shrugged and turned around in her embrace to face her. “Told me as much the night of your game.”
Her brow rose and her adorable nose scrunched up. “You scared? If you can’t handle him…”
Palming her fleshy rear, I squeezed hard, causing her to squeak. “Repeat that?” Her mouth quirked up at the corner a second before her lips parted, but before she could utter a single syllable, I tossed her over my shoulder.
“Camden!” She giggled, her tiny fists pounding against my back. My naughty little Gatita. “What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you my fear.” The hand not holding her thighs in place spanked her. Once. Twice. Alternating between each cheek and all the while she squirmed in my hold. “See how I’m shaking?”
“Quit laughing, you jerk.” Her mock stern voice only caused me to laugh harder. Amanda was tussled a bit from my laughter and yelped. I had to hold myself up with one arm against the wall just outside my bedroom so that I wouldn’t drop her.
This was so us.
We had a bond that defied the norm.
Laughing at the most inappropriate moments, like the one we were just having, when I was attempting to show her my “fear.”
“I swear to God, Camden…if you drop me, I’m kicking your ass.” One of her slim hands dipped beneath the edge of my jeans and squeezed. A shiver ran down the center of my back at the feel of her touch.
“Can I fuck you instead of the ass kicking?” I groaned out; the woman was killing me. Digging her nails in, she pushed my hips forward against the wall. Shamelessly I rubbed against the surface once for relief. “Make you come on my tongue.”
“Fuck,” she whimpered low. “Please, baby. Take me to our bed and make me yours.”
I kicked our bedroom door open and entered. Tossing her up on the all-white duvet, I admired the way her breasts bounced and a sassy smile curved upon her lip. My Gatita wanted to play.
“Clothes off and ass up,” I growled out while pushing my pants down past my dick. Swollen and red, my cock bounced back and slapped against my lower abs. Those gorgeous eyes of her followed the movement with undisguised hunger. “You have thirty seconds before I put you over my knee. Move.”
“And if I don’t?” Amanda taunted, her slim fingers toying with the edge of her shirt.
“Then I walk out and find something else to eat.” Without another word, my Gatita bared herself to me and assumed my favorite position; one where I could slide beneath her and savor her taste on my tongue. “So eager.”
“Shut the fuck up and come eat.”
  Ignite Teaser 2

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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

{Cover Reveal} Allure Series Box Set by N. Isabelle Blanco

Title: Allure Box Set
Series: Allure #1-2
Author: N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Erotica/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Coquette Graphics
 Release Date: November 12, 2015


***Disclaimer: 18+ due to graphic love scenes. This series starts out as a fun and sexy read, but it eventually turns into something much darker. If you’re not a fan of twisted plot lines and angst, this isn’t the series for you.

The Amazon Bestselling Erotica Series!

Includes the first official sneak peek of Wrecked Allure, the final installment in the Allure Trilogy.

Destructively Alluring - Book #1

“She was the sexiest, juiciest thing I’d ever laid eyes on, and I couldn’t have her.”

Allure Magnified - Book #2

“He ripped me apart, holding the pieces of me wide open so that he could get inside every part of me.”

Wrecked Allure - Book #3

“I was a God back then. Untouchable. Consequences didn’t apply to me. It was my right to do whatever I wanted—I never thought it would eventually cost me the only woman I’d ever fallen in love with.”

Author Bio

N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. 

N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

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Sunday, October 25, 2015

{Cover Reveal} Book Boyfriend by DC Renee

What would you do if you ran into a real life book boyfriend?

You might scream or maybe giggle.

You might play coy or maybe stare.

You might ask for a picture or maybe an autograph.

You might call your girlfriends or maybe post about it.
What did I do? I ran. Literally.

Kim was a typical college student with a splash of dorky, a dash of funny, and a pinch of clumsy…well, maybe more than a pinch. After making a fool of herself in front of her classmate Brent, and his friend, Travis, a dead-ringer for one her book boyfriends, she tried to stay away. But after a few hilarious chance encounters, they became fast friends.

And then came the bet. It was Travis versus Brent, but somehow Kim got roped in to help team Travis. He was supposed to find and woo his real life book girlfriend. What could go wrong with a couple of college kids and an innocent bet? Let the shenanigans and laughter ensue! And maybe add in a bit of friendship, fun and most definitely, love. 

DC Renee has been writing all her life, from cheesy poems in elementary school (i'll share an example just so you know how cheesy: Flowers are my favorite thing; they usually bloom during spring. Pink, blue, yellow and green, so many colors that I have seen...etc.) to short stories and monologues, and eventually fan fictions for Days of Our Lives.

It was thanks to that superbly encouraging fan fiction community that DC found the courage to publish her first book - Let Me Go. It held fast in the top 100 Best Selling Contemporary Romance Fiction Novels on Amazon for over a month, going as low as the top 20's. Naturally, she loves to read, but she also likes watching hockey, dancing for fun, and loves her family.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Ordering Signed Paperbacks...

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Sunday, October 18, 2015

{Release Blitz} Biker's Baby Girl by Jordan Silver

Title:  Biker's Baby Girl
Author:  Jordan Silver
Release Date: October 18th


Creed is an ex sharpshooter turned bike crew President, with a rough upbringing and the scars to prove it. Nine years ago an old drunk offered him his twelve-year-old daughter for his next pint. Knowing that as fucked up as he was he was still the kid’s best bet, he took the deal. He left her with an aunt he thought he could trust because Uncle Sam owned his ass for the next little while, and he had no choice. 
Then his babygirl turned eighteen and shit went south, literally. He knew he had to stay the fuck away from her or she’d be under him before she could blink, but he made a deal with himself. 
When his babygirl hit twenty-one he was taking her no matter what. 
Her birthday was three days away and though he’d kept his distance for the last two and a half years he’s been keeping tabs on her. It was time to collect.

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Pulling her into me I hugged her as close as I could against my heart. “Why are you still crying babygirl? Look at me.” I smoothed the hair back from her face and looked at her without speaking for a while. “We had our first fight, it was a bad one, you lost your damn mind, but I’m still here. I’m sorry you felt even for one second that I chose her over you that would never happen. Now stop the tears I don’t like it.”

“Kiss me.” I waited for her to lift her lips to mine before taking them in a sweet kiss. “I’ll give you my seed tonight okay, stop fussing.” Since she lost that fucking look I figured that’s what the fuck was wrong with her spoilt ass.
“You want chocolate?” She nodded her head yes when not five minutes ago she said she didn’t want shit. I doubt she knew how much of her heart she’d shown me today. I’ll have to be careful in the future not to harm her soft heart.

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Jordan Silver is the author of The Lyon's Series, Sex and Marriage Series, The Spitfire Series, and many more available at Amazon & Smashwords.






Monday, October 12, 2015

{Blog Tour} Systematic Siege by N. Isabelle Blanco

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Book Title: Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1 Author: N. Isabelle Blanco Genre: Erotica/ Romance/ New Adult Release Date: 9/18/15 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
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He was the player. The most popular guy in highschool. In other words, the stereotypical heartbreaker that every girl died for.
She was one of the nerds. The outcast teased and shunned by the popular kids in school. In other words, him and his crew. He always wanted her, she just never knew it . . . In order to maintain his popularity, he buried those feelings deep, deep down in the pit of his miserable little soul. That is, until one night he lost control. They both did. Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones that knew it. What his friends ended up doing with the knowledge would scar her for the next seven years of her life. And leave him wrecked, dealing with years of agony because he’d lost her. Highschool graduation came and went, and they never saw each other again. Now, seven years later, Andrew’s stepped in and taken his father’s place as CEO of his family’s company, Drevlow Systems, Inc. Along with the new position comes a host of perks . . . and a brand new systems genius working as the head of his company’s IT department. An IT genius that just happens to be the one woman he never forgot. She hasn’t forgotten him or his reputation either and she wants nothing to do with him. He’s determined to have her—she’s determined to see him burn in hell before that happens. What ensues takes the term War of the Sexes to a whole new level. Disclaimer: Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies is a series of short stories, each roughly 10,000-15,000 words long, with an estimated final total of nine episodes for the entire series.
It’s normal that I want Lexi as much as I do, you know? She’s always been one of the nerds; no living, breathing guy with a functioning dick gives a fuck.
Lexi chose early on in the sixth grade to alienate herself from the popular kids in school. Back then, we’d called them every infantile name in the book. Nerds. Losers.
I say “we”, because thanks to my father’s social circle, I’d been drafted into the popular crew the moment I stepped foot in school.
Even back then, Lexi had been adorable. Round, blue-gray eyes. Full pink lips. Those big blond curls falling over her shoulders.
No wonder she grew up into what most guys at school have dubbed “the Destroyer.” Adorable isn’t the only adjective she can proudly claim. Her style isn’t particularly In-Your-Face sexy—something Kaylee and her clique love to tease Lexi about relentlessly—but nothing in the world can hide that type of attractiveness.
It’s blatant. Wild. Leaks into every part of her personality, so that just the sound of her breathing leaves you panting in response.
Watching her walk leaves you a throbbing, pre-coming mess.
Hearing her voice keeps you up all night, jacking off back to back, because you can’t stop imagining what it’d be like to hear her moan your name.
I’m sure you can guess the real reason Kaylee and all her friends despise Lexi. They know damn well that all the guys at school walk around in a haze of sexual fantasies, all thinking about the one girl that doesn’t even try to get their attention.
Nerds, emo-fucks, and jocks alike are ready to prostrate themselves at Lexi’s feet, sans clothing, if she would so much as smile in their direction.
Anger sparks at the thought. As always. I can’t deal with that reality. Hate ruminating on how all the other guys want her as much as I do. That shit drives me crazy in ways even my father can’t.
Pushing it all aside, I glance at the purple gift bag I’m holding as I walk into the gym. It’s Lexi’s eighteenth birthday today.
I never forgot the day her birthday falls on. Not even after we were separated at ten. I’m early, so I get busy turning on the lights in the back office. I place my book bag on the side table by the couch. Last second, I decide to hide the gift bag on the floor, behind the couch.
I want to surprise her.
Unzipping my bag, I pull out my advanced computer science textbook. Lexi thinks I’m failing that class.
I’m not.
Yes, I lied to her about that. Don’t think I’m not aware that I have more of my father in me than is healthy. Unlike my father, however, I am capable of feeling guilt. And I do. Every day that she sneaks out of her house to come meet me, because she thinks I’m failing a subject that I’m actually passing.
With honors.
Why did I lie to her?
Why does anyone ever lie? Either because they’re trying desperately to get out of a situation, or because they want something so bad they’re willing to risk that age old threat of eternal hell to get it.
The opportunity presented itself, longing choked the ever-living fuck out of me, and I couldn’t fight the impulse to take it.
For years, I’d watched my old friend from afar, missing her. Knowing what my father had done to her family. I’d just wanted to have the right to talk to her again.
When that aforementioned opportunity popped up, no preternatural, Zeus-gifted willpower could have stopped me from taking it.
The door creaks open out in the hall. “Andrew?”
God—Nature—whatever the fuck is out there—what the hell did you do when you allowed that girl to come into existence?
Ungh, that voice. I freeze on the spot, eyes closing. Hating and savoring the heat that drums through my veins, pounding its way straight to my cock.
Her voice is how I imagine an ancient sex goddess’ voice would’ve been. If this is how the ancient Sumerians imagined that Inanna’s voice sounded, no wonder man eventually rose up and obliterated her legend.
No female, even a mythical one, should be allowed to have so much control over man. It’s not an exaggeration, either. Every fucker at school goes glossy-eyed whenever Lexi so much as hums near them.
The perfect soft rasp; the epitome of the term “sex voice”. Every time she says my name, I die a little more inside.
Shit. I need to hear her moan for me—don’t care if it ends up being the death of me—and I can’t fucking have it.
One day I’m going to snap and take it anyway.
“Andrew, are you here?”
I clear my throat, sitting down on the sofa as fast as I can. My text book gets positioned just right, so that it covers my aching hard-on. “Yeah. I’m in here.”
Jesus, talk about rasps. My voice is straight up laden with sex.
I clear my throat again.
Three deep breaths, and I convince myself that I’m ready to face her. That, although my dick still throbs to the beat of her name, I’m well on my way to getting my reaction under control.
She stops in front of the door.
My entire world grinds to a halt.
Air . . . Can’t breathe . . . Motherfuck, this hurts.
Son of a bitch.
Shit, I think I’m wheezing.
Those breasts.
That hair.
The eyes.
Red lips.
Lexi all dolled-up—no, fuck that, sexed-up.
Like I’ve never seen her before.
It’s the hardest blow of my life.
And, it’s the exact moment in time I realize that girl has to be mine.
Whatever it takes.
Whatever it ends up costing me.


Meet the Author
N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.
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