Wednesday 21 December 2016

Crown of lies by Pepper Winters

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A Brand New Erotic Romance Coming Soon From New York Times Bestseller, Pepper Winters.



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“I met the man I wanted. But then he vanished and a new man claimed me instead. My father approved, my colleagues congratulated, and behind closed doors, I was bedded by a master.” 


Noelle Charlston lived a fairy-tale life: a doting father, a powerful job, and a future blessed with financial security. However, two meetings with two men changed her happy existence forever. First, she met the man who made her heart sing. Second, she met the man who made her blood quiver. Noelle’s freedom was no longer hers. It belonged to the stranger her father believed was the perfect match. The stranger who pulled his lies over everyone he touched. Including her. The lies he spins, the truth he hides, the mystery he webs—it’s all enough to slowly erode the woman she’d been and turn her into something else. Until her past collides with her present. And it’s her turn to lie. To everyone…including herself. 

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
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(unedited, subject to change, copyright 2016 Pepper Winters)
* CROWN OF LIES *




“YOU MUST BE Chloe.” “I am.” The girl who tormented me in high school simpered, tossing her chestnut hair like a high-strung pony. Her green dress complimented the tan she said she’d earned from the Caribbean last week. 

Her gaze sank into Penn as if he were some prize to be won. A prize she’d very much like to taste. Penn pulled me into his side, running his hand erotically up and down my arm. “And I believe you know my partner Elle.” “Wait, partner?” She blinked. “I thought she was with Greg.” Finally her eyes left Penn and locked on mine. “You got two men now, Ding Dong Bell? A little greedy don’t you think?” Her giggle sounded forced and fake. I wanted to sink into the ground and never reappear. I waited for Penn to mock the nickname, just like Greg had. But he stood cold and primitive, a velvet purr falling from his mouth. “She only has one. Believe me, all she needs is me.” I opened my mouth to reply but Penn squeezed me, keeping me silent. 

His arm was a hot band controlling me and making me wet in equal measure. The other girls from school slowly looked up from their conversations, paying attention while trying to appear uninterested. They didn’t fool me or Penn as he smiled his signature sexy smirk and grabbed my chin. His lips planted on mine in a brutal kiss, bruising me, consuming me as his tongue took liberties and his power stole all my remaining breath. He made me stupid. He made me proud. The instant I lost the tension in my spine, he let me go—almost as if he’d kissed me deliberately to keep me out of my head and in my body with him. “Are you going to tell them the good news, or shall I?” His authoritative tone blended with a dark flirt. I blinked. “Tell them what?” I was one step behind. I couldn’t catch up. I’d never been that way before. I’d always been the boss, leading. I didn’t know if I liked being the follower. “Tell them you’ve decided to let me own you.” “Wait, what?” Chloe’s mouth hung open. “What does that mean?” I shook my head, rubbing the sudden goosebumps on my arms. 


Penn said we were playing a game. And yet I didn’t know the rules or what was expected. He answered for me again. “We met a few days ago and it was love at first sight.” He dragged me close, his eyes black. “It took some convincing but Elle has agreed to give me a chance.” He glanced at Chloe, filling his handsome face with ardent satisfaction. “She said yes.” “Yes to what?” Frankie appeared, eyeing Penn from his black shoes to his five o’ clock shadow. “Yes to marrying me.” The world screeched to a halt. What? I flinched, trying to tear myself from Penn’s embrace. He held me tighter, his fingers sinking like keys into my arms, turning a lock, keeping me bound to him and useless. Chloe’s mouth hung open. “Wow, Elle, I never knew—” “Never knew she was the sexiest woman alive?” Penn snarled with sudden viciousness. “Never knew she worked so damn hard, first for her father and now for thousands of employees around the world? Never knew she was one of the richest women alive? Never knew that she was ten times the fucking woman you’ll ever be?” Whoa, this was too much. Too fast. Too scary. Too far out of my comfort zone. Yes to marrying him? I never agreed to that. I’d agreed to sex. Stupid, silly, sensual sex. And now it’s time to say no. I tore myself from his embrace, my body shaking. “Stop. That’s not true. Don’t spread such lies.” I stared helplessly at Chloe whose face had turned snow white. “I’m so sorry. Ignore him. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. We’ve only just got together. We’re not engaged. He’s not—” “What my fiancĂ© here is trying to say—” Penn interrupted. “Is she’s too kind-hearted to rub her success in your face even though you do the same to her. I don’t need to hear stories of what it was like to grow up with you. 


I see her and I see you and I understand the shadow you made her exist in. But not anymore.” His teeth flashed as he snarled, “I’m stealing her from you now. From all of you. She’s mine. And it’s a sad loss that you never figured out what an incredible creature you had under your noses the entire time.” Greg sidled up, hate stares fired at Penn. “That includes you.” Penn pointed at him. “I don’t know how long you’ve known each other but you fucked up.” He laughed low. “You’ll never get her back because she’ll never be the same once I’ve had her.” My cheeks turned into flames of hell. I ducked my chin, doing my best to hide. I wanted the club to vanish and Penn to disintegrate into dust. Words and curses tangled to spew at him but he pulled me from the crowd, away from cringe-worthy declarations, away from high-school trolls and wanna-be boyfriends, and through the nightclub to the fresh air outside. I managed a few gulps of oxygen before he yanked me down the alleyway between the nightclub and a restaurant and slammed me against the brick wall. 


Quicksilver memories of another alleyway and another man once upon a time tried to twist my present with my past, and then it had no power as Penn’s lips crashed over mine and he kissed me. He kissed me and then he kissed me. Each swipe of his tongue blasted through my decorum, dragging alive the sexual being inside who’d never been allowed to evolve. His right hand bunched my dress up my leg. My brain tried to split—to focus on the foot traffic only a few metres away and not on the blistering heat of his fingertips on my inner thigh. And then nothing else mattered as his touch found my core, pushing against my underwear. He didn’t ask permission. He didn’t pull back to see if I was okay with this. He merely kissed me and fingered me over the lace. All I wanted to do was to let go. To trust in the magic he created in my blood and allow him to be as arrogant as he wanted. To take charge. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him get away with what he’d said. His lies. His verbal telling off to people I had to converse with. 


He was far too brash and daredevil for my world. His mouth kept working mine, dragging a moan deep from my lungs. I had a second before I drowned under his powerful wave and lost myself. A second and then I would be gone and I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. So I bit him. My teeth sank into his lip, not holding back as I did the only thing I could to slow things down and breathe. He stumbled backward, holding his bottom lip where a bead of blood welled. “Fuck.” My ribcage rose and fell. I sucked in gasps, giving in to the slight hysteria he’d caused. I held up a shaky finger. “Don’t touch me.” “Touch you? Fuck, I own you.” My plait caught like Velcro on the bricks behind me as I shook my head. “No, you don’t.” His eyes etched with black. “You said yes, remember?” “Yes to a beneficial sexual relationship. Not to damn marriage!” He chuckled. “That’s what’s got you afraid? Marriage? I have no intention of marrying you.” I frowned. “Then why lie about it?” “Why not?” He shrugged. “Why do other people have to know exactly what we do and who we are? Why do they have to hear our truth when they’re so fucking fake themselves?” I hated that he had a point. He placed a hand on the brick wall by my head, his body swaying into mine. If he touched me again, I doubted I’d have the willpower to stop him. My clit still throbbed from his touch, the echoing bands of release a phantom cry in my veins. “Stay back.” He lowered his head, a tight smile on his lips. “Fine.” Holding his hands up in surrender, he kept his distance but didn’t move away. “What will it take for you to let me touch you again?” His voice dropped to sand and sleet. “Because I really want to touch you again, Elle.” I shivered, doing my best to keep my thoughts focused and not on the molten heat inside. 



Having him so close didn’t help. He’d been gorgeous in the club—dappled in strobes and painted in shadows—but out here; out here where the vague lights of apartments and street lamps didn’t dare enter the sanctity of the alleyway, he was cloaked in darkness. His shoulders strained against the stitches of his suit. His forearms ropy and tanned with his cuffs pushed up. His entire body flexed as he waved a hand with feline grace, hiding the throbbing tension between us, pretending he hadn’t just fired my libido to the point of excruciation. “I’m not answering anymore of your questions,” I hissed. “Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?” Sighing heavily, his lips pouted, blood smeared a little to make him seem part vampire. “You already know what I want.” “But who are you?” “I’m someone you can be free with.” “I don’t know what that means.” “It means you don’t need to be afraid of me.” I clasped my hands together, seeking comfort from myself. Fighting with a strange man—even one who’d touched and kissed me—in an empty alleyway wasn’t exactly encouraged. “I’m not afraid of you.” He cocked his head, his throat muscles tight and tense. “Are you sure about that?” “I’m not sure about anything anymore.” He ran a hand through his hair, disrupting the strands into a mess. “Isn’t that the point?” “Stop answering everything with a question.” “Fine.” He stood tall, his legs spread with dominion. “You said yes to me. I won’t let you take that back. But I will try to ease your mind.” His face tightened as if this game had higher stakes for him than he let on. “I’ll only say this once so listen carefully. I will lie to others about us. 


I will paint a picture that isn’t true for people who wish to know what we do. I will curse and hurt and do whatever I damn well want, but you have my word on one thing.” My voice carried on a hesitant whisper. “What word?” “That I won’t lie to you. What you see from me will be the honest fucking truth. I’ll only hurt you if you want me to hurt you and I’ll protect you even while I do it. Give me yourself, let me take control, and I promise you, you’ll enjoy it.” 3d-cover-trans

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About the Author
Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.
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Friday 16 December 2016

Vicious by L.J. Shen


Title: Vicious

Series: Sinners of Saint #1

Author: L.J. Shen

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date:  January 3, 2017










Emilia
They say love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances, and it’s true. 
The man who comes to me in my dreams also haunts me in my nightmares. 
He is a brilliant lawyer. 
A skilled criminal. 
A beautiful liar. 
A bully and a savior, a monster and a lover. 
Ten years ago, he made me run away from the small town where we lived. Now, he came for me in New York, and he isn’t leaving until he takes me with him. 



Vicious
She is a starving artist. 
Pretty and evasive like cherry blossom. 
Ten years ago, she barged into my life unannounced and turned everything upside down. 
She paid the price. 
Emilia LeBlanc is completely off-limits, my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. The woman who knows my darkest secret, and the daughter of the cheap Help we hired to take care of our estate. 
That should deter me from chasing her, but it doesn’t. 
So she hates me. Big fucking deal. 
She better get used to me.

















L.J. Shen resides in sunny California with her husband, son, chubby cat and wild, wild dreams.


Her passion is to write badass stories, sushi, UFC and her awesome family and friends (not in this order, though. Obviously, sushi comes before writing. Oh, and also the family part.)


She spend the first half of her twenties traveling the world and is now paying all the fun with extra shifts in front of her MacBook. Feel free to contact her on her Facebook page. She loves to hear from her readers.

Thursday 15 December 2016

Separation Games by C.D Reiss


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Separation Games (The Games Duet #2)
CD Reiss

Publication Date: January 3, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotic Romance



"CD Reiss writes the best erotica I have ever read." ~ Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hacker Series





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The stunning conclusion to the New York Times Bestseller.
 
There’s one, unbreakable rule in the game.
Stay collected. Compartmentalize. Think your next move through. Never let your heart dictate your tactics.

The heart is impulsive.
The heart makes bad decisions.
The heart doesn’t see the long game.
Because the heart may have decided to get Adam back, but when the endgame comes, the heart’s going to be the first thing to break.


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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. 

Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets.   Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. 

She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.   If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.  
 


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Sunday 11 December 2016

Savage Savior by Charleigh Rose



Title: Savage Savior

Author: Charleigh Rose

Genre: Dark Erotic Romance

Release Date: December 18, 2016








Love. It's a strange thing, isn't it? It can make you. Break you. Take you to places you've never been before. I know what they say about him. What he does for the Irish mafia in New York. But the thing is, love is blind. It binds. And now, we're bound for life. 













Charleigh Rose is a secret duo of romance authors who teamed up for the sake of fun, sexy smut. Our philosophy: 



1. Our heroes should always be so alpha, you won't be able to read them in public.


2. Heroines will always be sassy, strong and take zero sh*t from their men.


3. Taboo, dark, twisted, weird, bizarre and original. We won't give you what you've already seen a million times before.

4. The sex will be explicit, hot, smutty, and completely insane. Make sure your door is locked and you have a toy around when you read us. We're dedicated to fulfilling your fantasies and to having fun with each other. We created this pen name so we can play around with our readers and each other (naughty naughty). Buckle up and join the ride!











Friday 9 December 2016

Waste Of Worth & Worth Of Waste by Bethany Kris


Waste of Worth: The Deluca Duet, Part One

by Bethany-Kris DeLuca Duet #1

Publication Date: January 9, 2017 

Genres: Adult, Mafia, Romance, Organized Crime





Synopsis: 



DeLuca Duet, Part One
Ask anyone and they will all say the same thing about just who Dino DeLuca is. A criminal, the son of a traitor, and a mafia Capo who can't be trusted. His past has shaped his life, creating demons he can't escape from that live in his mind day and night.   He is all too aware of just how people see him.   Closed off. Cold. Different.   He doesn't care-keeping people out means no one can get close enough to hurt him again, and he already has one too many monsters with their claws stuck in his back that he's still fighting off. 



His walls are so high, no one is climbing over them. Or so he thinks …   Karen came into his life like a spring shower, her light shining through the darkness and making him see something other than the hell that surrounded him for so long. She doesn't know who he is or what he has done to become the man he is today. If he can help it, she'll never know, and his monsters will never hurt her.   She sees his differences as beauty. She never asks for more. She is perfect.   The problem with happiness for Dino DeLuca is that his monsters don't mind taking away what makes him happy. After all, what isn't given cannot be kept.   These lessons will be the hardest he has ever learned.  


AUTHOR'S NOTE: The DeLuca Duet is a two book tale following the same couple through their journey. It is a standalone Duet that can be read independently with a HEA ending.

 

EXCERPT

Memories could make a monster out of a man.   There were times that seemed harder to deal with than others; a passing moment that could make Dino DeLuca's chest tighten in pain, or his fists clench in anger.   The sound of metal being dropped was one of the worst. He swore he could feel his back bruising and bleeding all over again at the simple tinging tone.   Whispered words made him jumpy-paranoid. Whispers were good for nothing but taunting, and he didn't want to hear those mocking words anymore.   Had enough yet?   Learn to follow directions, Dino.   It should fucking hurt, kid.   The stench of vomit, clinging to the air and seemingly never letting go, would make his panic rush into overdrive, overwhelming him with an almost sense of itchiness all over his skin. As if the vomit was still soaked and dripping off his clothes in the darkness as he sobbed in a dank basement, curled in a corner and fighting off another round of sickness.



The reactions always came so swiftly they surprised him no matter the time or place. His memories weren't much different when it came right down to it.   These times were the most difficult for Dino.   Those times came at night.   When the lights were off …   When the apartment was quiet …   When it was just him and his monsters …   When he was alone.   The most frightening thing about monsters was the fact that they could be anybody. The old man sitting outside the pizzeria, tipping his hat at the ladies passing by. The young woman on the city bus with her hair bleached white and her gaze distant, staring at anything but anyone. The mother pushing a stroller down the street, oblivious but focused.   Or a monster could be the man dressed in three-piece suit stepping out of the restaurant he owns, the ring of his key fob for his white Bentley spinning circles as he whistled Ave Maria on his way to church.   Dino caught sight of the lower portion of his reflection in the darkly tinted glass of his Bentley's window.   He managed a smile.   It was more like a smirk.   Fact was, the expression he wore was neither. Dino found it incredibly hard to smile-something that came so easy for others was foreign to him. When he did try, it came off as a grimacing grin and that worked its way into a sneer.   Or a smirk.   He liked that better.   It was manageable.




The monster was definitely the man wearing the three-piece suit with the key fob in his hand, staring at himself in the window, Dino knew.   Slipping into the SUV, the noise of the busy Chicago city street was silenced instantly as Dino turned on his vehicle and checked his rearview mirror before he could pull out onto the road.   He regretted choosing the rearview almost immediately.   While his reflection in the window of his car had been partly obscured by the shadows of trees providing shade to the sidewalk, it was not concealed at all in the rearview mirror.   Dino didn't like mirrors.   He didn't like the face staring back at him.   The soulless brown gaze, emotionless expression, and silence was more than enough to make him look away.   Except he couldn't.   Under the right edge of his strong jaw was a three inch scar that started three-quarters of the way up his throat and stopped just before his ear. The broad slope of his nose had the slightest crook in the middle. Sometimes the left side of his jaw ached when it rained.   Those were the obvious things-marks, scars, and reminders he could pick out instantly when faced with his reflection. The longer he stared at himself, the more he would find.   It was-without meaning to be-the most dangerous game he could play with himself.   Church, he told himself. You need to be seen at church.   It was only the ringing of his phone that finally drove his gaze away from the rearview mirror, making him check the caller ID, and breaking his cycle of self-loathing.   Dino was grateful for that.   Not so much the caller that interrupted him.   Sighing, he connected the call through Bluetooth as he pulled out onto the road.   "DeLuca here," Dino answered.   "Why the fuck is Riley Conti calling me with demands about you, Dino?"   Dino counted back from five silently before he answered his younger brother. "Theo, good morning to you, too. Are you at church? I'm headed that way. We can talk then."   "Dino-"   "Church, man."   Dino let the call drop.   Theo wouldn't say two words to Dino at the church and he knew it for a fact. When it came to the public, Theo and Dino were constantly apart from one another-on opposite sides of the room where they didn't have to speak.   It was the easiest way for Dino to handle Theo DeLuca.   Maybe that made him a coward.   The brothers' history together was not an easy one, not when it had been shadowed by the death of their parents, and then the events that followed the murders. Unlike Dino, who learned quickly that trust was a beautiful myth in their lifestyle and in the Chicago Outfit, Theo was of a more stubborn mindset.   And so, the two were distant.   Dino tried with Theo, but it never really seemed to help the relationship.   He was all too aware that his younger brother blamed him for things that had been out of his control, though Theo thought his older sibling could have handled the past far better.



He probably could have-should have.   Dino thought he had, honestly. He'd taken years of abuse from the hands of their uncle Ben after their parents' deaths. He'd lived separately from the family, sure, but he was not exempt from the beatings and the manipulation.   Of course, that was a story for another day.   If Dino got his wish, that day would never come.   Another call rang through to Dino's cell phone.   He checked the caller ID again.   Ben DeLuca, it read.   Dino didn't pick up the call, still driving toward the church.   He would see Ben soon enough.   Without even being told, Dino was already aware he would suffer for not picking up the call.   Years had passed since he'd suffered some form of physical harm from his uncle's hard hand.   Years.   Dino's chest tightened at the thought.   Truth was, he still wasn't exempt from the manipulation.   Not when he was constantly haunted with it all.   He still wasn't free.


 










Worth of Waste: The Deluca Duet, Part Two

by Bethany-Kris DeLuca Duet #2

Publication Date: February 6, 2017

Genres: Adult, Mafia, Romance, Organized Crime



Synopsis: 





DeLuca Duet, Part Two


The Chicago Mob is the same as it has always been-violent, greedy, and excessive. The Outfit families have turned their backs when they were needed the most one too many times, but Dino DeLuca didn't expect anything different.   His whole life has been lived for the Outfit-for his family.   He has a whole new set of reasons to live and fight now.   Karen Martin makes Dino change all the rules. 


He's finally ready to show everyone just how much waste is truly worth in the mafia, and just how far one will go for freedom from it all.   He's learned these lessons well.   Too well. 


Author's Note: The DeLuca Duet is a standalone duet with a HEA ending that can be read independently.






 

ABOUT BETHANY-KRIS

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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