Monday, June 29, 2015
Declan Farrell, earl of Dungannon and the famous highwayman known as “the Gypsy,” is about to have his heart stolen by the very woman he intends not to marry.
BACK COVER COPY:STAND AND DELIVERDeclan Farrell, earl of Dungannon and the son of the duke of Arlington, is a nobleman of the highest order, dissolute and a thief. He is a drinker and a lover, and at night he is “the Gypsy,” a highwayman who prowls from the city of Boreas to Chappendale Forest.And yet, his heart is true. Impelled by a tragic past, he steals from the rich and gives to the poor, offers hope to those who cannot fight their fate. So much was taken from him, which is why he gives. He himself is undeserving of love and happiness, but there are those who are worthy, like Lady Althea Standfield, daughter to the duke of Oxmoor. Independent and kind, beautiful and smart, she must be freed from the obligation of marrying him. His heart might be stolen by a woman of such fine form and finer character...but his heart is all that he has left, and it is perfectly protected.
She licked her lips—wondering what his would taste like. How the sculpted muscles that undulated beneath the wet shirt would feel against her palms. How tight those brawny arms would hold her.
His smile widened, became knowing and he began to slide his hand slowly up and down the handle of the pitchfork in a suggestive way.
Althea stumbled away from the window, turned then looked wildly about her.
She had to have him.
She must have him whether he was willing or not.
If it was the last thing she ever did, she would claim that man as her own!
“I have such need for you, wench,” he said.
That was more than evident to her. He was close enough for her to feel the tip of his cock pressing against her body.
The laces undone, he pushed her nightdress over her shoulders and it fell from her arms, rippled down her body to pool at her feet. Before she could take another breath, he snaked his arms around her, put his hands to her rump and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and kissed him. He took three steps to her bed, turned and drew her down with him to the narrow mattress.
From their very first night together she had known he would always be a gentle—and thorough—lover. He always put her pleasure before his own and this night was no different. His hard body covered hers, his delicious weight pressing her into the covers, and he smoothly eased her thighs apart with his hips. His lips moved to her chin, her neck, the sensitive sweep of flesh between neck and shoulder and then he was gliding down her. The moment his mouth closed over her straining nipple, she arched toward him. His low chuckle vibrated against that turgid peak to send chills down her sides.
A southerner transplanted to Iowa, Charlotte Boyett-Compo (her friends call her Charlee) is a multi-published author of almost all sub-genres of Romance fiction. Under the Mayhaw Tree is her 100th book. Over the years, her novels have won critical acclaim and many awards. When asked why she writes, she's said, "I write because the urge is there and it's like an itch you can not ignore. Sometimes, I think if I don't get my thoughts down on paper, I'll go insane. It is a craving, an addiction, that unless you experience it, you can't quite explain to 'normal' people."
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
"Exquisitely sensual, Maldeamores is the most unforgettable forbidden romance I have ever read." Katy Evans, New York Times Bestselling Author of the REAL Series. "Refreshingly 'taboo' - in a community where we're inundated by novels claiming this title, it's wonderful to finally find a book that not only truly lives up to the word, but is also well written, moving, and beautiful in its prose." Stylo Fantome, Best Selling Author of the Kane Trilogy.
Belén: I’ve loved Luciano ever since I can remember, desired him before I even knew what it meant. He’s always been the only man in my life—my constant protector, and his rejection only intensifies my need. Luciano: I’ve never known a love more fierce than the one I feel for Belén. But I force myself to deny her no matter how much it hurts. Our love is a sickness and both of us are infected. Because there’s no cure for being from the same family ***Warning*** This novel contains graphic sex scenes, including: incest, F/F, and ménage, M/M/F. Some drug use and violence.
Now that Luciano lives in the same building, he comes over all the time. Both he and Titi have a key, and I have one to their apartment that I keep on my key chain. Our front door opens while I’m sitting at the dining room table doing homework. I look up, expecting to see Mami coming in with the groceries, but instead it’s Luciano and he doesn’t look good. His lip is swollen and bleeding—his eye took a punch too, and it’s almost closed from the pressure. He’s hurt and it startles me. I stand up and my pen rolls to the floor, but I stay silent, waiting for him to say something first. "I didn’t think you’d be home," he says. His face is totally straight, lacking any emotion. "The library was closed for a special event. Was there a fight? Are you okay? You’re bleeding." He nods and says nothing. "Let me get you some ice," I say, running to the kitchen. I put ice in a bowl and run a clean towel under water, then grab some gauze and peroxide from the bathroom and take it all to the living room where he’s sitting. Kneeling down beside him, I put ice cubes in the wet towel and lift it to his face. I ask permission with my eyes and Luciano gives me a quick nod. He winces from either the cold or the pressure and I put my hand on his chest to calm him. It’s an automatic gesture. "Does it hurt?" I ask him. He shakes his head. His chest feels solid under his T-shirt and touching it does strange things to my body. I try to focus on the task in front of me. "Titi will kill you," I say, pulling my mind away from his hard chest. "You should try to stay out of fights," I add, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around him or crawl into his lap. Luciano is, and has always been, the only man in my life. I look to him for reassurance all the time, even though we’re almost the same age. I dab at the gash under his eye that is bleeding the most. "Easier said than done," he says, and then grabs my wrist hard. I stare at the juncture where his hand meets my arm. His knuckles are white and my skin under his grip is turning bright pink. My lips immediately part and my stomach fills with unease. I can always read Luciano, but right now I can’t tell what’s happening. He has sweat on his brow and there’s dirt smudged on his face and his arm. He doesn’t release my hand. "Luciano, you’re scaring me." He drops my wrist disdainfully and his eyes graze slowly down my body. I glance down at my own chest and suddenly remember that I took my bra off when I got in. I’m wearing a white button-down shirt, unbuttoned a little bit. My nipples are hard from the cold ice in the tea cloth. The shirt brushes over my breasts just enough to make shivers skirt up my back.
Mara White is a contemporary romance and erotica writer who laces forbidden love stories with hard issues, such as race, gender and inequality. She holds an Ivy League degree but has also worked in more strip clubs than even she can remember. She is not a former Mexican telenovela star contrary to what the tabloids might say, but she is a former ballerina and will always remain one in her heart. She lives in NYC with her husband and two children and yes, when she’s not writing you can find her on the playground.
Friday, June 19, 2015
Title: Drawn To You
Author: Ker Dukey
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: June 30, 2015
Antonia McNally has a great family, a great boyfriend, and a great future… until she finds herself interrupting a robbery and becoming the victim of a ruthless criminal. When she witnesses brutal murder, abuse and suffers her own traumatizing assault by his hand, her life changes forever. When love, loyalty, and strength are tested, the weak falter.
Moving away to the States offers her a fresh start; however, confident, successful Finlay Hayes, her best friend’s Brother adds even more chaos to her already turbulent emotions. When she can’t decide between ripping him a new one or ripping his clothes off, one thing is for sure, they both have an unquenchable craving for each other. When life starts looking a little brighter it’s not long before the storm clouds roll in. All is never what it appears and under his good looks and in charge attitude, Finlay has a past of his own and secrets that can destroy the dynamics of the friendships she has built.
Secrets are waiting to be spilled, but at what cost?
My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of your seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected.
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up. We also used to put on performances by acting out stories. I wanted to become an actress from an early age so I could live out many roles but unfortunately I learned early on that my mind was too active…(I would end up wanting to change the script) I would watch films or TV shows and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so I thought it best that I tell my own.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
That’s me––Tingly Simmons––athlete, foreign-language major, professor lover, obsessed idiot girl. Definitely not a frat rat or sorority slut. I’ve never even played beer pong. I ditched the vapid, soulless high-society life of Los Angeles for the promise of something more meaningful in rural Ohio. Accepting a track scholarship for college, I tried running my way to happiness, but instead I ended up sleeping with my French professor and falling head over heels for him. When that relationship fell apart, so did I. Barely hanging on by a thread and using the most absurd coping skills, I was determined to hide behind my past indiscretions. That was, until I met Tiberius Jones. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d learn the truth about love from a six-foot-five basketball player.
Verite was a great book. I love sports books, especially basketball and boxing. So once I saw that this had to do with track and basketball I knew I would enjoy it.
This was the first book of Rachel's that I've read, and I really liked her writing style.
The characters in the book were great. I felt bad for Tingly. She had s**t for parents, which in turn made her act out and do bad stupid things when she was younger. Once Tingly is in college, she falls for her French Professor, and gets caught in the act with him. Like literally in the act with him. Once that happens she basically almost looses everything. It's when she's at her lowest where she meets Tiberius, the freshman Basketball player.
Tiberius is tall dark and handsome. I loved the relationship between the two. Their relationship was a roller coaster of emotions. Overall it was a great book.
Rachel, I look forward to reading more of your books!
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1G3fTay
He stood there patiently, grinning as he waited for me to move through the doorway or answer him, and pinned me with his unusual blue eyes, so pale in his handsome face against his deep brown skin. His gaze seared right through me, just like it had earlier, before dinner in the courtyard. Completely unnerved, I didn’t respond. His size was daunting, his large frame loomed over the threshold, and I was struck speechless. Uncertain whether it was his obvious good looks that threw me, or the overtly friendly wide grin on display, I simply stood there for a moment, trying to figure out his angle. As I took in his long athletic shorts, tight gray athletic hoodie, and the pair of spiky Air Jordan slides on his feet, his left eyebrow cocked up at me like I was the next sideshow. Well, I’d already played that act countless times at home, including but not limited to last year when I was caught with the professor’s dick deep inside me. Now I was all about slipping under the radar, getting by silently and with little fuss. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, his deep voice interrupting my thoughts. “I’m talking to you . . . you coming in? I’m over here holding the door.” His pale blue eyes scanned my brown ones as his smile faded. I imagined him knowing who I was and what I did, perhaps mentally undressing me one piece of clothing at a time, wanting to give the slut a whirl. Oh God, was my name being passed around—again? Self-disgust consumed me, spurring me to action. “Um, yeah. I am,” I answered, averting my gaze as I shifted my backpack up on my shoulder and stomped through the doorway. I turned ever so slightly to witness him ducking to fit through the doorframe. It was crazy how insanely tall this guy was. Obviously, he was a basketball player, probably with a huge ego to boot. I managed to mutter, “Thanks,” as I swept past him, and the door clanged shut behind us. “Bad day?” he called after me. What was with him being all smiling and friendly? Was he for real, or was he trying to bait me? I couldn’t help my self-doubt; skepticism was woven so deeply into my personality, I questioned everyone’s motives. “Bad life,” I tossed back without thinking. For some reason, I felt the need to share my feelings with this stranger, and it scared the shit out of me. So I did what came naturally to me—I ran. As I sprinted toward the elevator, I caught him heading toward the staircase out of the corner of my eye. I got off on my floor feeling relieved until I heard a heavy pair of footsteps coming around the corner. Shit.
Rachel Blaufeld is a social worker/entrepreneur/blogger turned author. Fearless about sharing her opinion, Rachel captured the ear of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and inventing a product, often at the same time. She has also blogged for The Huffington Post, Modern Mom, and StartupNation. She currently shares her reading recommendations on HEA at USA Today. Turning her focus on her sometimes wild-and-crazy creative side, it only took Rachel two decades to do exactly what she wanted to do—write a fiction novel. Now she spends way too many hours in local coffee shops plotting her ideas. Her tales may all come with a side of angst and naughtiness, but end lusciously. Rachel lives around the corner from her childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two dogs. Her obsessions include running, coffee, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and mighty fine epilogues. Find me on my website / Twitter / Facebook Sign up for my newsletter for the latest news on releases, sales, giveaways and other updates.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
RELEASE DAY BLITZ
TITLE: Let It Be Me
AUTHOR: Barbara Speak
COVER MODEL: Mac Robinson & Alexandra Jones
RELEASE DAY: June 16th, 2015
"I love a book that can keep me guessing! With twists and turns you won't see coming this is a must read for 2015!"
#1 NYT Best Selling Author Rachel Van Dyken
Arianna Dubray is nothing like the girl she left in Baltimore. Once a Prada shoe wearing, Michael Kors bag carrying, on top of the world seventeen-year-old girl, Arianna knew that her life would never be the same when she got out of the car in middle-of-nowhere Montana.
Canyon Michaels is the keeper of his own dark secrets. Plagued by his family name, he's forced to prove the town wrong and make it on his own.
The last thing Arianna needs is a reason to stay, but with every passing day the decision to leave becomes harder. Once their paths cross nothing can tear them apart, other than the secrets that start to surface and the nightmares that soon become their reality.
I really enjoyed Let it be Me. Number one we all know I love anything that has to do with a cowboy/ southern romance. I fell in love with Barbra’s writing when I read her Flawless series. I knew going into Let it be Me, it was going to be nothing short of fabulous, and I was right.
Both Ari and Canyon had their own secrets. Secrets that they didn’t want to share. But what started out as friends, turns into something much more than that, no matter how hard they try to fight it.
I fell in love with Canyon. God he’s perfect. OH, and he’s a bull rider!!!
Canyon has had it rough, and it’s like never ending for him. Arianna was dealt a crap hand. With a mother who isn’t even there, and a stepfather who hates her, the only thing she has to live for is her baby sister. Arianna lives dealing with so much abuse it was hard to get through at times. Once she started giving in to what her and Canyon could have, it was beautiful.
Let me tell you, this book has you guessing the wholeeeee time. I swear I kept thinking I was guessing the plot, and nope, I did not see what was coming at all. When I finished the book I definitely wanted more. I just loved these characters so much I needed more from them. I wasn’t ready for their story to be over.
Barbara you did an amazing job on Let it be Me, I recommend it to everyone. It was a romance suspenseful book that was just a really great read. Do yourself a favor and one click this book.
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1feXxOf
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1eDD717
I-TUNES: (COMING SOON)
The truck was just as ugly the second time I had seen it as it was the first. Nothing was endearing or cute about it. He must have bought it off an elderly farmer who couldn't drive anymore because no one would be selling this beast in a car lot that's for sure. Opening the door, the same wave of stale cigarette smoke hit me. This time I slid myself over to the passenger side and rolled down the window doing the same on my side after I was done. The cracking noise could still be heard when I pulled the door closed too.
"I can't say I expected you to change while I was in class but it sure would have been nice."
I put the key in the ignition and turned it over only to hear a click and then nothing.
"NO, NO, NO! Please don't do this to me!"
Four more attempts with the same result. Nothing.
I pulled out my phone to call for someone to get me but that someone didn't exist. He would rather me never come back. My mother wouldn't dare go against his wishes and Shelby obviously can't drive.
Grabbing my purse and backpack I started doing the only thing I could, I walked. I tried to find positive in a negative situation but there really wasn't one. My feet hurt, I was thirsty and if one more person drove by staring at me without even offering me a ride I was going to flip out. I thought country people were supposed to be nice. Isn't that what everyone says? Well, they're wrong or there aren't any in Highgrove, Montana.
My cell phone died sometime around four-thirty. Well, that was the last time I checked it and around ten minutes later it was dead. I had been walking for over an hour and a half and saw a total of two cars.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?" I screamed it at the top of my lungs hoping God would just finish the job and take me out of my misery.
All of a sudden, I heard the engine of a car coming from behind me. This was it. My final hope for humanity to restore itself. It got closer. I could feel the wind change and the vibration within it.
"Please, please be someone nice enough to give me a ride or someone crazy enough to off me ‘cause I can't take this anymore."
I turned around just as the truck approached me praying for a miracle but sure enough the prick kept his foot on the pedal.
"That's fucking it!"
I grabbed a handful of rocks from the side of the road and threw them right at that pretty truck he was driving.
"Have that, asshole!"
The brake lights came on just as the clang from the rocks started hitting the tailgate. The tires screamed against the blacktop while the back end kicked to the side from stopping so fast. My eyes practically bulged out of my head when the driver side door flew open.
And oh shit was mild compared to what I would have said if I had known who the fury coming at me was before I decided to throw rocks at his truck. How could I not have thought it was him? I had seen that truck before.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"ME? YOU’RE THE ASSHOLE THAT WOULDN'T EVEN STOP FOR A POOR GIRL WALKING DOWN A FREAKING ENDLESS ROAD!"
"WHY WOULD I?"
I can't believe I did it. Never in a million years would I have ever even thought to do something like this but I reached down in my rage, grabbed a handful of rocks again and threw them right at his chest. Wall of muscle or not he could take that and suck on it.
"John, is it? Well, John, let me try this again. My name is Canyon Michaels. My house is the last one you pass before you get here from town. Your daughter seemed to be desperate for someone's attention and decided her only option at the time was to throw rocks at my truck. Now, I could make you pay for it, but I think a better lesson for Ari here is to work it off."
John openly laughed. Loud. "You want her to work? Seriously? She doesn't have a clue how to do anything for herself other than screw up."
Canyon's hands began to flex into fists and the light in his eyes left. "Well, it can go my way or yours. She can work every day after school on my ranch or you can go inside and get your wallet to pay me in cash. It's up to you."
My jaw fell to the ground. As much of an ass as my step-dick was, he was also right. I didn't have a clue what to do on a farm and there was absolutely no way in hell I was shoveling crap.
"You got yourself a deal."
I didn't know which way John was going with this but regardless I was going to suffer from my actions once again. "What will it be? Work or cash?"
"Oh, she can work. I'm not paying a damn dime for this one. She's already cost us everything." He looked over at me with disdain. "Have you told your new friend here about that yet? I bet not. Well there, I gave you something to talk about while you shovel shit. Ha! This is priceless!"
My step-dick had proved what a dick he actually was as he walked back into the house laughing, leaving me to face Canyon. I couldn't. I stared at the ground while I heard the crunch of gravel under his shoes as he approached me.
The tips of his red Nike shocks were now all I could see before his finger came to rest under my chin and forced me to look up at him. The long journey up his body brought me to his black workout pants first, then the red t-shirt that clung to his body perfectly until his sharp jaw, amazing lips and finally those eyes were all I could see.
"Don't, Arianna," was all I kept repeating in my head. He's nothing but another man that can hurt you.
"Are you okay?"
Damn, why did he have to ask that? Letting my eyes fall, I thought to myself, “No, I am not okay. Did you not just hear what I deal with every day?” How could I even answer that question?
"Hey, look at me. Please?"
My eyes came back to his but I was done. Spent. I didn't want to do anything but go inside and cry myself to sleep. "Don't let him do this to you. Don't let it break you."
"You don't understand."
"I do. More than you could ever know."
I went to speak again but Canyon cut me off.
"I did this for you, you know. I saw what you have here and was trying to get you out, not make things harder. That man would never want to pay and I knew it. Now you can spend every day away from this."
"But it will never end..."
A tear slid down my face at the same time his thumb wiped it away.
"It will. Someday it will."
About The Author:
Author Barbara Speak loves nothing more than being allowed to share her ideas and thoughts through books that so many enjoy. When she's not writing she's caring for her son and daughter along side her amazing husband in rural Missouri. She has 5 more babies but these are covered in fur. Bode the boxer, Tucker the beagle and Lily, Callie and Connor her kitties.
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