Friday, November 28, 2014

Red & Wolfe Box Set by Ella James - Release Blitz

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Congrats & Happy Release to Ella James!  
The Red & Wolfe Box Set  is LIVE!
Meet Sarah “Red” Ryder & James Wolfe in this erotic fairytale box set at an absolutely AMAZING price!
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Blurb
Red & Wolfe (Part One)


When Sarah "Red" Ryder loses her job as an art critic for a Boston newspaper, she's brokenhearted. Worse than that? She's broke. Her boyfriend recently left her - for a tatted-up hottie with a dick - so she's stuck paying her hefty apartment rent alone. After two months unemployed, there's no money left. With no immediate family to turn to, Red reaches out to her estranged grandmother, a reclusive writer living on an island off the coast of Charleston. Several days later, Red receives $30,000 and an invitation to visit.


James Wolfe is not Red's grandmother. But he beckons her. Red has the ability to give him something he needs. He won't take "no" for an answer, and he doesn't mind screwing her over. He lost his conscience six years ago, when he was tried for the murder of his wife. Since then, life is about him - and the paintings he does under the mysterious pseudonym "W."


Wolfe needs the island to keep painting. To live his life away from prying eyes. To keep up the anonymity of "W."


Once he sees Red, he finds that he needs her, too. And Wolfe will have her. Any way he can.

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Excerpt
"Red?" I push her gown down a little further and close my mouth over her breast, working her nipple with my lips. Caressing it with my tongue. I'm rewarded by a soft moan that goes straight to my cock. I need to be inside her, despite knowing I don't have the time.


I pull the covers down and slide my hand up her shin, then up her thigh. She's warm from sleep. Her skin feels like burnished velvet. My fingers brush her pussy and she lifts her hips. She wants it. I love the way she always wants it.


"Race."


I love the way she says my name: a mew.


"I'm going to fuck you with my fingers," I say, leaning near her face. "Then you'll go to sleep again."


A dreamy smile floats over her lips. She nods a little, pressing her head into the pillow.


I slide a finger into her. She's hot and tight, softer than silk. I can feel her clench as I pump into her. She's wet this morning. So fucking slick. I stroke in and out, painting her pussy, using my fingertip to smooth warm lines around her swollen clit.


I'm rewarded by her crying out.


"Say my name."


I still my hand. I can hear my blood rush in my ears. Race. Say Race.


Her hands grab at my wrist. "Race."


I allow myself a brief grin. It's undiluted satisfaction. She knows - or at least suspects - I'm James Wolfe, but she's still in my bed.


"Say 'Race, please.' I like to hear you beg." I push another finger into her. Her body quivers. "I like to feel you jump."


I stretch her with a third finger and slide my thumb over her clit. I'm moving slow. So slow.


"Race, oh God - yes. Please."


"That's right, sweetheart."


Author Information
Ella James


Ella James is a USA Today bestselling romance author. Her books have appeared on numerous bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and the Amazon Top 25 overall; two were listed among Amazon's Top 100 Bestselling Young Adult Ebooks in 2012. To find out more about Ella's projects and get dates on upcoming releases, you can stalk her on the following social media sites:


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Idle Bloom by Jewel E. Ann - Pre-Release Blitz with Giveaway



Meet Oliver & Vivian in this sexy, quirky & emotional stand-alone. You will laugh, you will cry and most of all, you will not be disappointed!


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Blurb
"What lies beneath my veiled perfection is the ugly truth—my truth, my reality, my destiny."
Vivian Graham has an acceptance letter into Harvard, a badass tattoo, loyal friends, ties to marijuana, a penchant for Dunkin’ Donuts, and her pesky V-card.
Everyday she takes the Red Line to her job at The Green Pot in Boston while her friends enter the coveted, black iron gates to higher learning. The ramifications from a tragic accident have put her life on hold while time marches on for everyone around her.
After graduating from Harvard Law, Boston native, Oliver Konrad, moves to Portland to start his career and his life. Three years later, after a horrific discovery, he returns home to trade in his three-piece suit for leather work boots and his suburban home for a condo in Cambridge.
All he brought back to the East Coast was an aversion to pillows and secrets he keeps hidden behind a mysterious locked door. Oliver’s days are predictable and his nights are lonely until he meets Vivian on the subway. Her long raven hair, green eyes, and mile-long legs are achingly sexy, but the way she "innocently" fingers and licks her Boston Kreme doughnut can only be described in two words—complete torture.
When their paths cross at every turn, laughter is abundant, friendship is easy, and love is unintentional. However, their future seems improbable.
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Excerpt
“I don’t need panties.”
“I disagree,” he says with his back to me as he signs for the purchase at the counter. He takes the bag in one hand and grabs my hand with his other. “Shall we?” He leads me out of the store.
A, I have plenty of panties. B, I told you I don’t wear them sometimes because it makes me feel sexy.”
He opens my door and sets the bag by my feet after I get in. Then he leans down and brings his face a breath away from mine as his hand slides up my leg. His thumb eases past my shorts. He stops and shakes his head as the pad of it meets my bare sex, no underwear.
My face contorts into a grimacing smile as my shoulders rise into a guilty shrug. He presses his thumb to my now wet center. My mouth relaxes as I suck in a breath and try to close the distance between our lips. He moves his head back just enough to deny me. He grins then moves his thumb a little higher. I moan as he rubs slow circles.
“How do you feel?” he whispers.
“G–good.” I grip the side of the seat and let my head fall back.
“What else?”
“Turned … on.” I close my eyes.
“What else?”
I tilt my hips up as he works me up so high I fear my own reaction to the impending fall.
“Oli …”
He speeds up, pressing his lips to my neck, and when his teeth graze over my sensitive skin I lose it.
“What. Else?” he whispers in my ear as the blinding sensation rips through me.
“Sexy … I feel … sexy.” I try to catch my breath while my head’s still spinning.
He kisses me hard then shuts my door.
I hate that I have no self-control to deny him giving me an orgasm while parked with the door open on a public street. Now he’s sporting a ridiculously smug grin as he pulls out into traffic.
“What was the point of that?” I break the silence.
“I wanted to prove that I make you feel sexy. Now that you know that, you can start wearing underwear.”
“What does it matter if no one else can see that I’m not wearing underwear?”
“First, some of the dresses you wear are awfully short. Second, I know you’re not wearing underwear and I don’t like walking around saluting everyone I pass.”
“Saluting?”
He shoots me a you-know-what-I-mean look.
“Whatever, you’re just being weird.”
“I’m being a guy.”
“That’s what I said. You’re being weird.”


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About the Author:
Jewel E Ann
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Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.


After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.


When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.

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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Any Way We Want by Grey Cole - Release Blitz with Review and Giveaway



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Congrats & Happy Release to Grey Cole!  
Any Way We Want  is LIVE!
Meet Royce & Shea in this new erotic serial romance!   

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Blurb


I couldn’t have picked two men more opposing than they. One dark-headed, slightly controlling, but intuitive. The other all unruly copper curls, somewhat bashful, but sensual. Yet, my fall for them felt the same—hard and fast.


I never slept around or cheated, but when you're the girl who got dumped for being too kinky--you realize and accept you are different. Somehow, some way, they had to be mine. My mind spun with what could be, and I set out to entice them with my fantasy.


Only, my plot had a twist…Royce and Shea were already lovers. Luckily for me, they liked to share.


Warning: Contains a headstrong daughter of nudist, hippy parents, an Alpha with seriously protective instincts, positive representations of Asperger's Syndrome and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and oh yeah, M/M, M/M/M, M/M/F, and M/F/M.


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Excerpt
Any Way We Want (Excerpt #1) All rights reserved. © 2014 Grey Cole
Champagne always made her giggly and warm and tingly.  Especially tingly. If she’d had a man, you better believe she would be fucked six ways from Sunday right about now. Instead, Luna found herself finishing off a few reports after saying goodnight to the guys. It had been a stellar day. Phase Two—by far the largest coup in their plan—had been firmly achieved. Royce had broken out the champagne, and Luna managed to consume copious amounts before promising the men she would call a cab when she was ready to head out for the night. They were reluctant to leave her behind, but their desire to do a little personal celebrating of their own was palpable. Far be it for her to stand in the way of the double dose of the pure male need and testosterone that engulfed the room.
Since she and Shea had become fast friends, he had divulged more than his share of their passionate tale to her over the last six months, even though she felt sure that he’d kept it toned down for her benefit. Still, she felt like she could read them. When she noticed little things, like the way Royce’s fingertips would curl possessively around Shea’s bicep at the end of even the briefest touch or when Shea’s eyes would suddenly shine brighter while Royce presented the most boring of facts and figures, Luna would glance to the others present in the room to see if they, too, were aware of exactly how sexual … how sensual … their bosses were. But, it seemed she alone picked up on these things. No raised eyebrows. No gossip around the water cooler.
That made her wonder if she was actually picking up on things, or if she was just perving on the gorgeous duo. Her subconscious picked that moment to send X-rated images flitting across her brain, involuntarily making her squeeze her crossed legs tighter. In an effort to halt her mind’s deviant trajectory, she grasped at the water bottle to her right, only to send it spinning across the desk until it toppled over the edge and skittered across the floor to come to a halt by the door.
Deciding she had probably done enough damage for the night, she saved all her documents and logged out of the computer before jotting herself a note. Sticking it to the computer, she laughed out loud at the message. You were drunk and horny last night, double check your files before sending.  A little unsteady, she made her way to the abused water bottle, figuring she should refill it to stay hydrated. She’d call for a cab and head home to finish off the night with some Pinot and some porn. This time she actually giggled out loud. Pinot and porn. God, if only to have the third P present. Oh well, she thought, wiggling her fingers in front of her face, you’ll have to do.
She ended up tiptoeing down the hall, cringing at how dark and still it was when no one was around. Just when she seemed to become accustomed to the difference, she heard them. Moans and groans and curses and near shouts. Luna froze for a moment before understanding hit her with her blunt force. Where her body tingled before—now it sang. Where she’d been warm—she blazed. Her eyes flew to the partially closed door of Royce and Shea’s office, only daring to listen for a moment longer before she turned on her heel and darted back to her own office.
Her water bottle hit the floor with a clang as she slammed the door behind her. Wincing at the loud noise, she waited a moment to see if she would be discovered before rushing over to her desk. Only a security light from the hall cast a dull ray of light into her office. She eased herself into her chair and spun it so that she faced the windows. Luna’s face burned anew as she recalled the frantic words exchanged between Royce and Shea. Even her wicked imagination had not done them justice.
She could make out her own expression in the glass—pupils blown, hair disheveled, clothes askew. Taking a few calming breaths, Luna closed her eyes tightly, but as soon as she did, images of the two men locked in a passionate embrace flooded her brain.
Fuck me, Royce.
Take every inch of me. You like that don’t you? When I pull your hair, you nearly come undone.
Fuck yeah. Please, Royce.
Luna would do anything to have those words lavished upon her, to be able to say those very things to them. So, she pretended they included her. That she was the object of their desire and they were hers. The little app on her iPad filled with the gay porn blogs she’d become addicted to after meeting the men had nothing on the heat those two created within her. She couldn’t have stopped her hands if she’d tried. The things had a mind of their own when they bunched her loosely flowing skirt around her waist and dove into her panties. Her fingers circled her clit for a moment before dipping into the searing wetness. She fingered herself hard for a moment, even throwing her own hand over her mouth to muffle the obscene noises threatening to bubble from her throat.
When her clit throbbed with need, she pushed her thumb to it.
Pressed.
Teased.
Pinched.
Repeated the pattern again and again.
When she felt herself on the verge of coming, Luna shoved both fingers in her vagina again.
Rotated them.
Spread them.
She liked it rough. Fuck, did she like it rough. She held her breath, knowing that would make her orgasm all the more intense. Her head slammed back against the chair. Her hips circled to ride her fingers to the finish.
Then her fingers were replaced by Royce’s. Fuck, but they were thick and demanding.
She needed Shea too. She pinched her lips together so that she could remove her hand. That hand flew down to squeeze one nipple. Hard. It was Shea thumbing the bud and then twisting so hard, asking if she liked that. Yes, Shea. Just like that, Luna moaned.
Royce told her to fuck his hand like she meant it, so she did. He needed to know she meant it. She cried out his name.
She bent and bucked and writhed. Then she came.
Silently.
Harshly.
Harder than she’d ever come before.
Her men smiled at each other. Then at her. Then they kissed, almost chastely, counteracting the wild moment. They kissed her. She tasted them on each other. Royce pressed his fingers into her mouth, and Luna licked them clean before he removed them and sucked her tongue into his mouth.
Luna’s body seemed to melt into the chair. Time was suspended. Her breaths were shallow and hot. Once she opened her eyes, she knew they would disappear, taking their sweet kisses and their panty-combusting commands with them. She almost couldn’t bear it. Right now, their presence was so strong she could almost feel it.
With a deep sigh, she let her fingers fall from her mouth and her breast.  Both hands dropped to the chair with a thud. She giggled again at how deeply sated she was.
Only, her giggle seemed to echo. But it was deeper. Richer. More masculine.
She was drunker than she thought.
Luna’s eyes fluttered open and closed. Open and closed. She finally fixed her stare on the glass where twin gazes of amusement shone back at her. One an intense blue. The other a mesmerizing hazel.
Too late to pretend embarrassment, Luna swallowed her nerves and met their eyes with her own.
“Luna, dear girl,” Royce tsked, “if only we’d known.”
Shea dipped his head and bit Royce’s shoulder. “God, if we’d known,” he groaned.
Luna chose to believe that the champagne made her bold when she brazened, “And if you’d known?”
“That’s simple, darling. We could have celebrated. The three of us. Together,” Royce declared.
Inside, she gasped, even though she hoped she remained steadfast in appearance. But you’re both gay. Why would you want me? Her naïveté won in the end when she whispered, “But how would that even work?”
Royce spun her chair around to face them as they sat perched on her desk. “Any way we want.”


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Any Way We Want is the debut short story in the Want series. As a first foray into a new series, it's a solid story with two male characters that will utterly suck you into their tale. 

This story tops out around 100 pages and on a bit of a cliffhanger, so if you're not a cliffy kind of person, you may want to wait till the entire series is available. If it doesn't matter..well then prepare to fall for sweet, sexy Shea, and hot alpha Royce. They are two very distinct characters, which the author has well set up in this story. I actually really enjoyed their interaction and their relationship. Even when they brought in the casual partners or short term thirds to their relationship, I still liked them together as a couple. 

And while I adored the men in this story, unfortunately I can't say the same for Luna. I'm not sure if I just didn't connect with her because she's not scene enough, or if it's just the bits of her I did see just didn't work. She also seemed to throw the dynamic off on Shea and Royce's relationship. Again I think it might be more of a just not enough of on screen time for her. I'm hoping in the next book there is more of the three of them working on the relationship but not quite to where we were at the end of this book. 

This is a good solid first story with just a few little issues for this reader. I'd recommend it if you love a dominant, dirty talking Alpha and his sexy male partner.



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Author Information
Grey Cole
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Grey Cole always dreamt of a book that featured hot male-on-male action that grew to encompass one lucky woman. Okay … maybe Grey really dreamt of this scenario playing out in real life and then decided to purge all those dirty thoughts onto the page.


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