Book Blitz & Giveaway: THE PRINCE OF PUNK ROCK by Jenna Galicki

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Title: The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars #1)

Author: Jenna Galicki

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 21, 2014

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Synopsis

I love her, but I also love him.
She’s everything to me.
He sets my world on fire.
It’s our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story.

Tommy Blade is a man with a secret. It’s a secret he only shares with one person, Jessi Blade – and the men he surrenders to in the bedroom. Her only condition to their tumultuous sex life is that these men are one night stands. But when Angel Garcia enters his life, it’s like a match to gasoline.

Mega-talented punk rock singer Angel Garcia, with his smoldering ebony eyes, tight leather pants and unstoppable stage presence, is a man who is use to getting what he wants. He has his eyes set on Tommy Blade as his new lead guitarist, and as his life partner.

Jessi Blade, sympathetic to her husband’s bisexual needs, loves him enough to share him, but she never counted on Angel Garcia to test the threshold of her marriage. He makes her life hell . . . and heaven. He’s her damnation and her salvation. She wants to hate him. She wants to despise him. But, his charm and raw sex appeal are impossible to resist. Without warning, she finds herself falling in love with her husband’s gay lover.

At the height of it all, their punk rock band catapults to stardom.

Their lives are marred by secrecy, deception and sacrifice. Feelings of betrayal, backlash from the sensationalistic media and threats of blackmail send them down a hard road filled with tough decisions.

They aren’t your ordinary rock stars. They’re radical rock stars. And they have a big story to tell.

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Jenna Galicki, Author of Adult Contemporary Romance

Jenna Galicki is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She volunteers with God’s Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses. She actively raises money and participates in AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.

She lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and three dogs. She’s a Rottweiler enthusiast and an avid music buff. Elaborate stories and fictional characters are her constant companions. When she’s not hunched over a computer breathing life to these strong souls through the written word, you can find her front row at a rock concert.

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T.V.S. Blog Tour Stop & Giveaway: Cruisin’ For A Seal by Sharon Hamilton




Cruisin’ For A Seal

(SEAL Brotherhood #5)
By Sharon Hamilton

Blurb:

Marc Beale and several of his brothers from SEAL Team 3 board a cruise ship to bury a fallen buddy’s aches at sea. A risky affair with a beautiful Italian the night before they leave begins to ease his survivor’s guilt.

Sophia Negri, suffering jitters over her engagement, falls for the handsome SEAL and pretends she speaks no English, letting their bodies do the talking. When Marc finds her on the ship and learns Sophia is half American, he is angry at first, but falls for her all over again as they set sail.

Terrorists take over the ship and hold the passengers for ransom, Marc and the other SEALs are the only ones who can stop the plot. Will Marc’s actions be enough to save Sophia or will he have to sacrifice himself to save the woman he loves?

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Marc woke with the
distinct high-pitched siren of an Italian police or ambulance, the see saw of
two notes back and forth that told him he wasn’t in the States. For a brief
moment, he thought perhaps he could be back in Afghanistan.
            She
was draped warmly across his chest. He opened his eyes to see if she still was
as beautiful as he’d remembered her earlier in the day, and found she was
watching him already.
            “Wish
we could talk, honey. I’d tell you how beautiful you are. I’d tell you that you
make me hot all over again just looking at you, and because you don’t
understand, I’d tell you that the way you make me feel, well, I’d be
embarrassed to tell you this, but I—I haven’t felt this good in weeks.”
            She
smiled and touched his lips with her palm, softly silencing him. He ached to be
able to talk to her, and knew, from the position of her head and her eyes that
demurely looked down to his chest that she did too. He saw more than a little
sadness there when she fixated on him again and he found her eyes had watered.
It was reflex, he knew, but his did too.
            He
glanced away quickly and covered his face with the back of his forearm. She
began to trace the frog prints, then the scar on his left side where he’d taken
a glancing round. Her small fingers found the line under his left chin where
the Afghani soldier had tried to garrote him and had paid for it with his life.
            She
kissed all those places, bringing his arm off his face to kiss every frog print
one by one as well. When she was finished, neither of them had tears in their
eyes. Her strong face in the afternoon sunlight splashing on the stucco walls
of her little place would be something he’d remember forever. The mystery woman
who turned his life around and who didn’t even know what gift she’d bestowed.
            He
watched her well-toned and tanned body cross the room, stopping to open the
refrigerator. She pulled out a large bottle of water, put it to her lips and
threw her head back taking a long sip. Her profile with her pert nipples on
ample breasts rising above her flat tummy, contrasted to her powerful thighs
that had hugged him just as surely as her arms had when he made love to her—it
was such a perfect picture he nearly gasped.
            She
held the bottle up, and yes, he nodded. He wanted some. He didn’t care if she
poured the ice water all over his body, he’d stay the course if it meant she’d
love him again. She motioned to his mouth and tilted her head back to tell him
she wanted to pour the water there. God, yes, he would. He opened his lips and
she straddled him, pouring the liquid carefully on his tongue, diverting some
of it to her mouth as well. Tiny trickles of water fell down his neck and cheek
onto her pillow. The dampness accentuated the perfume that arose from her
bedding.
            Her
mouth was chilled but still sent a hot shudder through him as she tongued her
way inside him. Sharing a water bottle had never been sexier. She drank some
and then poured it inside from her mouth to his.
            He
sat up and forced the water bottle from her hand, setting it firmly on the
floor. He threw her on the bed and pinned her beneath him.
            “Namo?”
he demanded.
            She
giggled and shook her head.
            “Namo,”
he insisted.
            She
pointed to her temple as if she’d forgotten.
            “Nah,
nah you’re not going to play that game with me. You have a name and I want to
know who it is before I fuck you again.”
            “Fuck?”
she said with her Italian eyes widening. “Ah, Englise.” She pointed to her
temple again.
            “Yea,
you understand the word fuck, but not name? Namo, dammit.”
            She
laughed, arching those impossibly beautiful breasts into him, her fingers
playing with the long strands of her hair. He was getting annoyed she wouldn’t
tell him what he obviously wanted. Her eyes flashed as she danced with his
heart. As she wrapped his waist with her legs, daring him.
            He
knew it was best to keep the woman happy. But it irritated him she was playing
with him so obviously. As he plunged in, perhaps too needily he rocked her bed
loudly with his thrusts. The windows shook and something fell to the floor,
like a picture, and broke. She laughed and he kept pumping her to oblivion.
Until she stopped laughing and then ran her palms over his shoulders and upper
arms, back up to his face, tracing his lips, as he drew her fingers into his
mouth and sucked them.
            He
kept up the desperate action of his hips as if he could make them both fly away
somewhere, somewhere they could speak together. Somewhere he could tell her
what she was making him feel, so he could hear it from her mouth what she felt.
It became important, urgent.
            He
could already tell when she was going to orgasm. She sucked in air and that
long wonderful rolling cry, riddled with the sounds of their flesh slapping
against each other filled his heart with music.
            I can take you places, baby. Places you’ve
never seen. Give me half a chance and I will worship the ground you walk on,
even if it’s only for this glorious afternoon. I want you to smell me in your
sheets and call to me and I’ll come to you. Again and again. I’m coming to you,
baby.
           
            They’d
dressed after a long shower and more play. He knew it was a tiny bit of grief
creeping back in. Separation was a problem for him. The cappuccino helped.
Their affair ended the same way it began, on the Piazza overlooking the boats
with sirens still dotting the early evening air. He smelled like her lemon
shower gel, but his insides wore her aura like a warm blanket he would never be
rid of.
            As
he watched her walk away down the streets, noticing she didn’t turn around to
say goodbye, he thought perhaps he saw her hand up to her face, but wasn’t
sure. He knew, with the cruise leaving in the morning, and her refusal to give
him her name, there was no future there for them. He did have her address. He’d
written it in his little notebook. He’d try a bouquet of flowers, maybe a
letter. Perhaps they could write, have someone translate. Perhaps the long
distance would help them become friends first, though god knew they were well
suited for each other in bed. He’d never felt so complete with her.
            He
got the book out to find the page, just as she turned the corner and was gone
from sight. Opening it to the place where he’d written her address was
something she’d written in Italian.
            And
underneath her words, she’d written her name,
            Sophia.

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About the Author
NYT and USA/Today Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series have earned her Amazon author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany earned her a #1 Amazon author ranking in Gothic Romance.
A lifelong organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: “Book One: The Girl (The Sanctum)” by Madhuri Blaylock






Book One: The Girl

(The Sanctum)
By Madhuri Blaylock
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The Sanctum, an all-powerful governing body founded by ten families, entrusted to maintain the peace amongst Magicals and ensure the ignorance of humans, has been corrupted by greed and savagery for generations, but is all Wyatt Clayworth has ever known.
Dev, the hybrid demon prophesied to bring an end to The Sanctum and destroy the world for Magicals and humans alike, is not what Wyatt expected to find when sent out on his latest mission. Believed to be hunting a killing machine, Wyatt finds little more than a broken girl with haunted eyes and a bit of a death wish. Drawn to one another for reasons they cannot begin to explain to themselves, much less anyone else, Wyatt is determined to protect Dev and help her realize her mission to avenge the deaths of her family at the hands of The Sanctum.
Set against the backdrop of New York City, THE GIRL is described as “outstanding, original, complex, deep and intoxicating”, a “well written, unique…fast-paced read” that begins as one girl’s simple quest for revenge and evolves into a complicated tale of trust, friendship, honor and love.
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Without making a sound, Wyatt quickly found the exact place he was seeking. Ducking under some low-hanging tree branches, he ventured into the dark, partially-hidden lair only to be met with a less-than-welcoming blade at his throat. Dev had moved slightly from the hiding place Wyatt left her and although the lower half of her body remained immobile, her arms were functioning just fine, as evidenced by the blade drawing a thin trickle of blood from Wyatt’s neck. One wrong move and she would certainly kill him. 
 
Wyatt slowly brought his hands up to Dev’s, wrapped his fingers around hers and painstakingly maneuvered the blade away from his neck. Only then did he dare make eye contact with her.
 
“You didn’t really think I was just going to leave you here, did you?” Wyatt asked as he moved to retrieve his blade from Dev. 
 
She wasn’t quite ready to give it up and slashed at Wyatt’s outstretched hand, managing to nick his wrist.
 
“Crap!” Wyatt sat back on his heels, holding his wrist, and laughed, “fair enough. I deserved that. I should have told you I was coming back, but I couldn’t risk Ryker overhearing or suspecting anything. Trust me, if he thought I was coming back for you he would have spent all night watching me like a hawk. So I left you and walked away and it worked. Now get over it and give me back my blade.”
 
Despite the laughter in his voice, Wyatt wasn’t playing. He wanted his blade. Her name was Odara and she had been handed down the Clayworth line since the witnessing of The Code of Ten. She was sharper than any Raven blade and fit his hand like a glove. Many had fought and died at his hand thanks to Odara. She was his protector and he wanted her back where she belonged, safely strapped to his hip.
 
“Kill me,” Dev offered the blade at a price.
 
Wyatt stood up tall and glared down at Dev, clenching his jaw in irritation. 
 
“Kill me,” Dev challenged him again, taunting him with her smug stare and grim request.
 
With blinding speed, Wyatt landed on Dev, knocking her to the ground. Before she even realized what was happening, he locked down her arms and liberated his blade from her grasp. Wyatt hovered above Dev, inches from her face, momentarily tempted to slice her throat and end all of this drama. She couldn’t move a muscle. 
 
“You are in no position to bargain with me,” Wyatt angrily whispered, never taking his eyes off of hers. “I am faster and stronger than you. So don’t even think about toying with me like that again.”
 
Wyatt pushed himself off of her, replaced Odara at his hip and grinned mischievously. “For the record, my blade isn’t worth your life. I just want it back. And I asked nicely the first time.”
 
Dev remained in her prone position, staring up at Wyatt, uncertain of her next move. She didn’t have the strength necessary to pull herself into a seated position and she definitely was not going to ask for help. 
 
“What?” Wyatt stared down at Dev, knowing she needed help to get up but determined to make her ask for it.
 
Even in the darkness, Dev could see Wyatt’s eyes sparkling with amusement. He was thoroughly enjoying this little moment between the two of them. His pleasure made her wish she had slit his throat when she had the chance. Rather than requesting his assistance, Dev focused every ounce of her energy on rolling over onto her stomach. If she could do that, she could easily pull herself into a sitting position, Wyatt be damned. She closed her eyes and focused every fiber of her being on the task at hand but nothing happened. Her body failed to react. It didn’t even twitch. The body that had so beautifully saved her from certain death at the hands of those Sanctum fools just hours earlier now couldn’t even roll over. She shook with frustration, wanting to scream to the heavens in rage, knowing such action was futile and beneath her. So she took a calming breath, opened her eyes and glared at Wyatt.
 
“Ahhhh, you’re back. I was starting to miss your charming scowl,” Wyatt bent low and absentmindedly pushed some of Dev’s hair out of her eyes, “was getting worried there for a second.”
 
Dev grabbed his hand in her vice-like grip. She hated him and his snarky comments.
 
“I realize you don’t like me,” Wyatt pulled his hand out of her grasp and gently placed his arms around Dev, helping her to sit, unable to look at her lying helplessly on the ground for another second, “but I’m all you’ve got so by all means, continue simmering in your hatred for me but do so with the understanding that I’m on your side. 
 
“All this stabbing and cutting nonsense has got to end. If you want to hurt me, just imagine it, okay? Pretend. Don’t actually do it. I heal quickly but it still hurts like hell.”
 
“Now we’ve got to get out of here fast,” Wyatt checked his watch, alarmed at how much time had passed since he jumped out of his window, “and you still can’t walk, which means I’m going to have to pick you up again. Whether you’re okay with it or not.”
 
He leaned back on his heels and waited, for some reason hoping Dev would respond, all the while knowing she would not. Dev listened with keen interest to every word coming out of Wyatt’s mouth. She most certainly didn’t like him, but she had to respect his determination. He fully intended to get her out of this park and to somewhere safe and against her better judgment, a tiny part of her was relieved. It was the same, small part of her that was fiercely drawn to him, like a sickness almost. And it was the part of her she most wanted to destroy. 
 
Dev hardened her resolve, focused on her intense hatred for all things Sanctum and shut down. 
 
For an instant, Wyatt thought he saw a spark in Dev’s eyes and just as quickly, it was gone. At that moment, for reasons unknown to himself, Wyatt resigned himself to a one-sided relationship with her, one completely based upon his will to help her. He stood up and reached for her, praying she didn’t have a blade hidden somewhere, knowing that if she did, this time she would definitely kill him. To his surprise, Dev wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed Wyatt to scoop her up and into his arms, but he thought nothing more of it, knowing full well she was merely using him to further her agenda. 
 
And that was all right.




About the Author
 

Madhuri Blaylock is a lawyer by day, writer and avid shoe and dress buyer at all other times. She lives in Jersey City, but her heart remains firmly planted in Brooklyn via Snellville, Georgia. Her husband, Henry, is also a lawyer, and only a lawyer because he actually likes being a lawyer (go figure), probably always wanted to be a lawyer and is really, really good at all things lawyerly. He’s also pretty hot.

She’s got a big kid, Miss Sydney, and a little kid, the one and only Dash. They’re awesome and fierce and supremely cool and able to make her laugh at the strangest things. She would love to add a dog, some chickens, a goat and a burro to this crew. Everyone needs a burro.

Some of her favorites, in no particular order: ice cream, Kill Bill, four-inch heels, Matt Damon, tattoos, Laini Taylor, scotch on the rocks, The Sanctum trilogy, Martha’s Vineyard, “The Girl” aka her Mini, Rihanna, Doc Martens, tulips, Coach and Tami, photo booths and dancing like a fool.

One day she plans to grow up. Right now, she’s enjoying the adventure.

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T.V.S. Blog Tour Stop & Giveaway: Huntsman’s Prey (Kingdom, #7) by Marie Hall

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Huntsman’s Prey (Kingdom, #7) by Marie Hall
Publication Date: February 10, 2014
Genre: Fantasy Romance
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Rumors abound in Wonderland, of a dark princess named Chrysalis who bears the Moon’s curse. Her beauty is beyond compare, and her madness… even greater than her father’s, The Hatter. Death follows wherever she roams, and Danika–fairy godmother of all villains–knows this task is too great for her to handle on her own. She has no choice but to seek out the one they call Huntsman, his mission is simple: Find the creature, and destroy it.
But nothing is ever so simple in Kingdom. The moment the hunter Aeric steps foot in the mad, twisted realm he’s enveloped in a reality that is neither wholly true nor fantasy. The key, the Cheshire explains, to ending the madness is for one to become mad themselves. The Huntsman has one chance to figure out the riddle before the beauty destroys them all…
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Danika, in human form, paced the length of the Hatter and Aliceís quiet cabin. The two were in the back bedroom, discussing (none too quietly) what to do about their daughter.

Sighing, Danika flitted almost absentmindedly toward the delicious aroma of yeasty baked bread filtering from out of the kitchen. Her stomach growled, Aliceís food was ambrosia and had become her kryptonite.

Sheíd had no idea what that word meant first time Gerardís Betty had uttered it, but the adorably geeky nerd had, with great patience, explained the mythos of a man called Superman, who Danika had to admit sounded deliciously scrumptious. Next time she met with Jericho sheíd have to ask him to try on a pair of tights, apparently it was the epitome of male masculinity to wear them. At least so far as Betty was concerned, though Danika had a hard time picturing it.

Aliceís crying finally stopped.

Sniffing, Danika wiped her nose and the corners of her eyes. She hated to hear the lass cry, seemed like that was all she did anymore. Ever since Chrysalis ran away Alice had turned into a quiet, sullen woman. The vivacious beauty rarely left her home and Hatter was clearly at the end of his rope. Alice, and now Chrysalis, were the only things holding that poor manís sanity together.

Without their strength heíd quickly devolve back into a quarter sane male bordering on permanent lunacy. Danika hadnít wanted to come and share the news of the bloody massacre sheíd come across in the woods, but sheíd had no choice.

The three of them had to game plan a way to stop this soon before the fairy council took steps to end Chrysa themselves. And whatever method they devised to do it, would be ten times worse than what she hoped to concoct.

The Blueís hatred of Danika and her boys had grown to legendary proportions, she knew Galeta was just chomping at the bits to dig the dagger in deeper. Hurting Danika through Hatterís child would definitely do it.

Danika hadnít shared with the couple her fears of the council yet, mainly because each time she did she felt like more of the villain than Galeta. Watching the pain filtering through Aliceís eyes, the love of a mother for her daughter, it was akin to a physical blow for Danika. Through the years Danika had grown to love the bad five and their mates as if they were her own. Ever since becoming a godmother sheíd only ever developed this type of intense bond rarely.

So when they hurt, she hurt.

Sheíd had every intention of telling Alice and Hatter that the only way to ensure Wonderlandís safety was to put down their daughter. But the moment sheíd stepped foot into their home, she knew there had to be another way. Jericho always told her to believe in him, to have more faith in her ability as a godmother, to believe in herself too.

So thatís what sheíd do. Sheíd figure this out, the cat told her to be mad. Well, how did one do that?

By going to the source of course. Together, they must be able to come up with something.

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Marie loves books that make you think, or feel something. Preferably both. And while sheís a total girly girl and loves glitter and rainbows, sheís just as happy when sheís writing about the dark underbelly of society. Well, if things like zombies, and vampires, and werewolves, and mermaids existed. (Although she has it on good authority that mermaids do in fact exist, because the internet told her so.)

Sheís married to the love of her life, a sexy beast of a caveman who likes to refer to himself as Big Hunk. She has two awesome kids, lives in Hawaii, loves cooking and occasionally has been known to crochet.

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Book Review: Found in You by K.L. Ruse

So one of our new admins has popped her cherry!!!!!! This is her first published review and she was nervous as HELL. CONGRATS TO JAY!!!!

 

3.5 STARS

Title: Found In You

Author: K.L. Ruse

Release Date: January 4, 2014

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Twenty-three-year-old Camryn Singer never imagined that she would return to the place where she lost everything. To grant a dying wish, she moves back to the small Jersey beach town where she grew up, hoping to somehow find the missing pieces of her life. Determined to keep her wounds unopened and her heart guarded, she instead slams head-first into Cole Stevens.

Sexy surfer Cole has always used the waves to numb the pain of his past. But when he runs into Camryn on the beach one day, he wants nothing more than for her to heal his scars and light the spark back in his life.

Will Camryn and Cole be ripped apart when the ghosts from their pasts come back to life, or will they discover that it’s not until you’re lost, that you can be found?

 

JAY’S REVIEW:

*I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.*

“When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace.” Love this!

Found In You is a sweet romance about family, hope, healing, and love. Getting past the demons that hunt them and getting their happily ever after is what Camryn and Cole want the most in life.

There’s all kinds of ups and downs in this story and even though I enjoyed the story, it was a little too fast for my liking. I enjoyed Camryn and Cole as a couple but their relationship happened too fast. I mean, I know it happens in “real” life but it was a little unrealistic. Both Camryn and Cole have a past that isn’t letting them move on without the fear of getting hurt. As much as they tried to get past it, there was always something in their way. Don’t want to ruin in for anyone so I won’t go into detail.

One thing that did drive me nuts was the constant pushing away. Even though Cam always found their way back, she was constantly running. Why not talk about it, you know?

Cole is very lovable! Just want to hold him and squeeze him. Love the constant looking out for Cam and Gavin. Always concerned with their well being. He was so good with Gavin and what’s not to like about that! Reminded me a lot of my husband. Gotta love Cole!

I got very emotional with all of Me-Ma’s surprises. Even though she was gone, she let her presence be known. Made me think a lot about how I would feel if someone did that for me once they were gone. A little bittersweet.

I’m all about having a good group of people in your circle, so I was glad that both Cam and Cole had someone supporting them throughout the book.

Overall it was a good quick read. It kept you on your toes to see what would happen next. I would definitely recommend this to a friend.

T.V.S. Blog Tour Stop & Giveaway: Salvage he Heart by Shelly Pratt

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Salvage her heart

Title: Salvage Her Heart

Author: Shelly Pratt

Release Date: February 17, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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This is a contemporary/erotic adult romance. It has darker themes, non-consensual sex, BDSM themes and adult sex scenes.

Evie is living a life with a man who she no longer knows.

He’s taken every single aspect of their love and turned it into a dirty, sordid mess that she can’t escape.

His controlling, arrogant manner cares for no one, not even her. The only problem is, if she were to try and leave he’d just as soon kill her.

Life seems an interminable hell that she can’t escape, but all that changes the day she meets Grayson Glines.

He’s the kind of man that might be able to give her a second chance, but Evie wonders at what cost to both of them will she be free of her husband’s dark clutches.

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Shelly Pratt is an Amazon, word-of-mouth, bestselling, self-published author who is also traditionally published with Pegasus under the Vanguard imprint in the UK, and, with a small publishing house in the United States of America.
Only starting her writing career in 2012, she has achieved exceptional reception selling e-books in the USA, publishing over seven books, all in different genres.
Shelly lives with her husband, two children and Labrador Scooby Doo in northern New South Wales in Australia. Snow skiing is her other passion.

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If women tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. They do like it, and do you know how I know this? They’ve all become a little too obsessed with books and movies that make masochistic males out to be the good guys. So as I tell you my side of the story, remember, I’m the good guy. Well, at the very least, I’m good-looking.

People say I’m arrogant and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to me in the first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident, self-assured man who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I wanted when it came to Evie.

That girl wasn’t like the others, which is probably why I took the whole game to another level and had to put a ring on her finger. I wanted her as my property. She needed to be mine to do what I wanted with; mine to control. She was a challenge. Even now I can see it in her eyes as she’s gagging on my cock. Now don’t go and get all soft on me. You think she really doesn’t want this? Bullshit. She’s a great actress, the theatrics all being part of the game. It makes it more exciting for me and her if she puts up a little resistance.

Do you know what I like best about Evie? Her mouth. She’s got these luscious lips that are full and plump. I’m preferable to her painting them with a red glossy lipstick because it gets me off to see the bright stain around my cock as she gives me head. Like the clothes she wears and the way she acts, I control everything down to her make-up. I have her wear the kind of make-up that I’m preferable to. Don’t judge. I told you, I like control.

It’s been a long day. I’ve had conferences with clients and dinner with business partners. We’ve only just returned to our apartment in the city but my night is far from over. There will always be more work, it’s the nature of the beast. I didn’t get to being CEO of my own company by slacking off. Labouring jobs are for losers. Sure, I had a privileged upbringing and was born with the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, but I still believe in good work ethics. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and if I want to continue on my path of wealth and success then I’m damn well going to put my work before absolutely everything.

First things first, though. Despite the lateness of the evening, I wanted a little release. I wanted those red lips on my cock, sucking me until my balls cease to ache with lust. I’m not going to stop until I’ve squirted my seed into her throat and made her swallow the whole damn lot.

Nights like these, I prefer to sit in my leather chair that faces out of the panorama glass windows that afford views over the Brisbane River. The lights of the Story Bridge twinkle back at me and the water looks dark, murky and mysterious under the night sky. I bought this apartment as a wedding gift for Evie, but for the most part I don’t think she likes it. Ungrateful springs to mind, although it could just be the company. I’m seriously laughing as I tell you that, because to be honest, I don’t give a fuck whether she likes me or not. She’s mine and that’s all that matters.

While downing my fifth scotch for the evening, I beckon her to me. She says nothing, but she knows what I want. Forget the elephant in the room; it’s a bit hard to hide my bulging erection that I’ve freed from my pants. Most people would be worried about getting their four hundred dollar trousers dirty. Not me. That kind of money is pocket change in my world. Despite her eagerness to oblige me, there is a reason behind her willing to please. I mean come on, if you haven’t figured it out already you’re not as smart as I thought you were. Okay, I’ll spell it out for you any way. I get a little rough. Not all the time, but if you don’t give me what I want, well, let’s just say there are consequences.

‘On your knees’. There was no need for the command, but fuck, I’ve got to say I like the sound of my own voice. It’s rich, deep, commanding and powerful. It speaks of a man who has always gotten what he wants. Evie is no exception. I wanted her then and I want her now. She obliges me by sliding to her knees, her silk stockings making it slippery on the tiles for her. She grabs my knees to steady herself before leaning forward to take me in her mouth, all the while not making eye contact with me. I let her get away with it for the minute, but my patience has limits.

Her mouth is hot and wet. It is utter delight as her lips start to move back and forth over my shaft, messily leaving behind her lipstick as she does. As she goes to work on me, I down the last of my drink before taking her carefully done braid in my grasp. Evie is definitely in my league as far as looks go. She’s got long, blonde hair that has never seen the inside of a salon. All the streaks and highlights are from time spent outdoors. Sometimes she likes to challenge me on my rule of her keeping it natural. I think her opposing opinions are merely to rile me up so that I put her in her place. Yes, I do think she secretly likes me smacking her arse. It may belittle her at the time but you can be rest assured it makes her think twice before raising the subject again. I refuse to have my wife look like some fake, tarted-up bimbo. I want her looking natural – well, except for the red lippy. The red lipstick stays.

I’m not going to give it up easily. I’m going to make her work for it. Hell, I even zone out for a while, taking in the city that is my playground. Living and working in a town that is fast becoming a place that doesn’t sleep is like a drug. The more I immerse myself in it, the more I want to be king of this empire. Slowly but surely I’m putting other companies out of business. Pretty soon I’m going to have everything I ever dreamed of.

Evie is sucking greedily now. Not because she’s into it, because she’s not. Oh let’s be honest! She just wants me to give it up so she can get the job over and done with. I know she doesn’t mind me fucking her vanilla, but blowjobs have never been her thing. She tried to pull off me once just as I was about to come. What a mistake. She’s never tried to pull that shit again, although she still gags, the reflex an unbreakable trait. Like now, for example; even in the darkly lit living room I can see her eyes beginning to water as my dick swells against the back of her throat. I’m sure she can taste my pre-come – the salty, bitter fluid already affording her a taste of what’s to come.

I slide a little lower in my leather seat, thrusting just that little bit more inside of her mouth. She tries to back off, although there’s no escape. Her braid that is wound tightly around my fist is tugged ever so slightly, a reminder that I have control of her head. I’m close and she knows it. I can feel her reposition my dick towards the back corner of her mouth where her molars are so she doesn’t have to taste my semen on her taste buds. If I was any kind of man, which I am, I should be rather insulted by this – which I am. And when I’m insulted, I’m not very forgiving.

When I come, I come hard. And no, it’s not aimed at the back of her mouth like she’d have liked. Pulling her hair makes her wince and she loses some of the suction on my shaft, her lips making sucking and slurping noises as she tries to reposition me back to where she’d like me. Unfortunately for her, she’s too late. Her perfectly positioned tongue is only lapping at the eye of my cock when I blow in her mouth. I’ve got to give her credit for her spunk because she does try to pull away. Unsuccessfully, I might add. My grip on her hair forces her to remain right where she is. I keep her there until I’m licked clean. Getting a blow job is not as good as fucking her pussy, but it sure comes a close second. I never give her the satisfaction of pleasurable sounds coming from my mouth, though, because that would be giving her the green light that she has in some way pleased me. And with the knowledge that she has pleased me would give her power. Power I don’t want her to have.

There may, or may not be tears in her eyes tonight. They have no effect on me whatsoever. I dismiss her to bathe before bed while I pour myself a refill of scotch. Twenty-two stories below, people are still walking the boardwalk that runs along the river’s edge. Some are alone, others huddled together like love birds. It’s a sentiment I’m not familiar with. My whole life is lived like a business transaction. I know I like having Evie in my life and I know I like the status of being a married man. But love, well, it’s not for me.

In the beginning I know Evie foolishly thought that it could be that way between us. Like her parents, she was lured into the deception I was selling. Trust me when I say, no one sells lies like I do. I showed them what they wanted to see; revealed the parts of me and my life that would be desirable by a family like theirs. Each and every one of them fell hook, line and sinker. It’s laughable, really, that one family could be so gullible. I’m sure over the last three years they’ve all tried to think a way out of the Alex Stratford contract, but all I can say is, ‘Over my dead body,’ or more likely, over theirs.

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SYNOPSIS:


What happens
when you can no longer resist the irresistible?

Carina Lobos
is a freshman in college. She’s beautiful, sexy, and absolutely irresistible to
many. Jaxon Wright is a junior, captain of the rowing team, and can have any
girl he wants. Their chemistry is undeniable and explosive.

When a
sexual encounter goes viral, things spiral out of control. Carina’s officially
branded “Jaxon’s best” as for a man-whore that’s saying a lot.  Girls sneer at Carina while guys now see her
as an easy lay.

As Carina
attempts to push Jaxon out of her thoughts, the magnificent owner of Club 69,
Valentino DeLuca captures her attention… but Jaxon won’t be dissuaded.  While Valentino provides a sexy distraction,
Jaxon’s relentless pursuit finally wears her down and they tentatively begin a
relationship.  Jaxon works to convince
Carina that he’s genuine and that he wants the relationship to work.  Although Jaxon is Mr. Wright he’s all sorts
of wrong for Carina. 

As great as
Jaxon is in bed, Carina isn’t willing to give her heart. Can Jaxon prove to be
too irresistible and ultimately win Carina’s heart, regardless of the
competition?
Disclaimer:
This is not your typical love story.
Boy does not meet girl… Get in her pants… And everyone falls in love
and lives happily -ever-after.  Consider
this your more atypical love story with twists and turns throughout the journey
including pit stops along the way… Side trips that allow for growth,
development, and experimenting.  There
will be some dabbling in F/M/F and M/F/M action… so sit tight, enjoy the
ride, and hope everyone gets there changed but all in one piece.
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A commotion down the hall
interrupted them. A large group gathered peering into one of the rooms, causing
others to congregate.
 
“Shit” Andrea muttered.
“Party might end soon if that’s a fight.”
 
Their small group shuffled toward
the assembling crowd. Carina rolled her eyes knowing they were being sheep
following the herd. At the entrance to the door Carina noticed most of Jaxon’s
entourage. Her internal radar screamed to stay away. Nothing good could come of
this. She grabbed Desirae’s arm and froze mid-step; they didn’t need to get any
closer. She didn’t want or need to see what was behind door number three. The
crowd pushed them forward causing one of Jaxon’s sidekicks to notice her.
 
“This show’s just for you
sweetness.” The guy sneered as he thrust Carina into the doorway. People
complained as she blocked their view, completely frozen in place.
 
The room must’ve been what Desirae
designated as one of the sex rooms. In the corner a couple was on the sofa
going at it but with a throw cover concealing their dirty deed. Another couple
was heavily making out while watching the room’s occupants and getting their
cheap thrills in that manner. But the main attraction was front and center and
purposely performing for the room and all those gathered in the hallway.
 
Carina wasn’t surprised to see him.
He was proud of every magnificent centimeter of his well sculpted body. Bile
rose in her throat. She was nothing more than another notch on his bedpost. She
knew this. She’d heard it from plenty of girls. But watching him at this
moment, performing for everyone caused mixed emotions. She choked on disgust
while trying to ignore her body’s immediate response to his gloriously naked
body. She was revolted with herself for feeling anything at all.
 
Jaxon aggressively pursued Carina
even after he’d bedded her. He’d whispered sweet nothings in her ear before,
during, and after sex. Many girls felt fortunate to get a semblance of his
attention. The “specially chosen ones” got to share more than one sexcapade with him.
Carina had lost count how many
times they’d had sex. What could she say? The man was gifted. But to watch him
bending this girl over and thrusting into her like a dog in heat was too much.
He knew everyone was watching and it only aroused him all the more. The
ignorant girl look mortified to be in the presence of an audience but
simultaneously in ecstasy at having Jaxon’s dick inside her.
 
It was abhorrent to know what was
happening but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Jaxon’s sidekick caressed her
arm. Carina flinched and curled away from him. He wasn’t deterred though. The
sidekick loudly proclaimed, “Too bad it’s not you performing sweetness.
Jaxon said you’re the best pussy he’s ever had… and that’s saying a
lot.”
 
A few guys snickered. Carina turned
her head to the asshole; all she saw was red. The group in the hallway all
gaped at her but she didn’t give a shit. She should’ve been humiliated, instead
she was furious. He’d purposely brought her front and center. Not only to see Jaxon
at his finest but to make them all aware that she was one of his conquests.
Carina could see Desirae from the corner of her eye fighting to get through the
crowd.
 
She backhanded the asshole. She may
be one of Jaxon’s notches but she sure as hell would never have allowed this.
She knew the difference between being promiscuous and being a stupid skank.
 
“Fuck” Jaxon hissed as he
realized who stood in the doorway. He pulled out of the girl and shoved her
aside. Carina turned to look at him. She looked down at his glorious erection.
He unconsciously held it in his hand and stroked back and forth as he stared at
her. His eyes hooded with lust as he stepped toward her. He hadn’t looked like
that while banging the girl.
“Carina” he pleaded in a
husky voice. She turned in disgust and stepped away from the doorway as the
crowd gasped.
 
“You came for her?” The
girl in the room shrieked. Carina turned to see Jaxon still watching her. His
seed sprayed all over the floor and onto his hands. He had no condom on. The
bile rose faster. She’d used rubbers with him practically every time knowing
that he’d had his fair share of pussies. Thoughts of STD’s pummeled at her like
a freight train reminding her that it served her right if she caught something.
Someone like Jaxon just couldn’t help himself. Here he was at a party,
guaranteed to find someone fuck-worthy and rather than bring a rubber he just
stuck it in. Disgusting!
 
“You couldn’t get the job
done” Jaxon growled at the poor girl. She looked utterly humiliated.
Desirae yoked Carina away from
everyone. They could still hear them. She didn’t know if Jaxon even bothered to
put his pants on. He was well endowed and was proud to show it off.
 
“You fucking prick” Jaxon
bellowed. His sidekick said something in return but the crowd’s chants drowned
out his words. Carina flinched as she heard the contact. Knowing the hierarchy
in the group, Jaxon must’ve hit the lackey. Served him right too. Only if
someone would kick Jaxon in the balls then maybe there’d be justice in the
world.
Someone shouted at the group to
separate. They all scattered like roaches while Desirae escorted Carina
outside. Nauseous, Carina ran to the bushes and dry heaved. She couldn’t
believe what had just happened.

AUTHOR BIO:


Senayda is an identical twin. That’s
right, sometimes people give her a second glance wondering if she’s the person
they know! She’s never seen snow… Swears she’ll live in Hawaii someday… And
she intends to travel the world…

Senayda’s had a long love affair with
reading and writing. She loved to write short stories and poetry throughout her
childhood. Now Senayda’s moved onto novels.

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