Friday, 11 May 2018

Cover Reveal C. A. Bell The Dark Web

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.•* The Dark Web by C.A.Bell .•* Coming May 2018 .•*


Two people with completely different lives…
One moment in time that will alter their worlds forever…
One thing in common… The dark web.

Brian Abbot is broken. Grief has twisted his heart for the past two years, rooting itself in the very core of him like a disease, making every day a struggle. Sending not only his heart but his mind into the darkest of places. He’s ready to end it all. Ready to fall into oblivion and be punished for what he’s done.

Megan Archer is a recovering cocaine addict and ex-whore working the dark web as Chastity Noir, fulfilling dark and unusual fantasy’s that can’t be satisfied so easily on the surface web. She thinks she’s finally finding her feet. That is until she’s in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Now, she’s fearing for her life.

Two people with completely different lives…
One moment in time that will alter their worlds forever…
One thing in common… The dark web.

Are you ready to step into an encrypted network of dark and disturbing things? Are you ready to enter the black-market that offers everything you could possibly imagine? A place where even the most psychotic of minds can be shocked?

Very few have the nerve to visit such a place, but when they do, there’s no turning back.

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Monday, 30 April 2018

Cover Reveal Unshackled by Rachael Stewart

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Unshackled is a thrilling ride of sexual awakening, love, money and corruption…
Trying to escape the evil hold of her stepfather, Abigail becomes a player in a wildly debauched world that has her body hitting a plethora of sexual highs, while her heart clings to her new-found love and the desire to be free. But can she break away and keep it all—the money, her freedom and the girl?
Or will she lose everything?
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Mild excerpt:
***Here, Abi the heroine, and Emma, her stepmother and forbidden love, are working out in the gym and have just been left alone by their personal trainer….***
AS THE DOOR CLOSED BEHIND Mick, an awkward silence cut through the charged atmosphere. I no longer knew where to look. Mick’s presence had somehow made it okay to enjoy one another, safe in the knowledge that nothing could happen, but now he was gone...
“I believe it’s your turn,” Emma said, rescuing me from my nerves. She unfolded her glistening form from the seat and gestured for me to take her place.
I did so willingly, desperate to busy myself once more. As I positioned my thighs at the pads, she bent forward to up the weight for me. Her body was so close that her hair fell forward to brush across my shoulder, her delicious scent drawing me in. I had to force myself not to turn to her. To try and remember who she was. To tell myself, my mind was playing tricks on me. That this couldn’t possibly be happening. That this could never happen.
“All set,” she said, sending me a heated look that shattered my misgivings in one fell swoop.
Mutely, I nodded. I could do this, I could keep control. I could push this weight in my sleep...and ignore the crazy ache in my belly...Honest...
As my thighs moved outward, Emma’s brazen gaze followed. Two reps in and I watched her imprison her bottom lip between her teeth, my own mouth helplessly mimicking...four reps in, she started rubbing at her throat, her fingers working into the sensitive skin in a seemingly subconscious fashion. As I moved into the widest point of rep five, she inhaled sharply, her bare abs flexing with the move.
“You have an amazing body, Abi.”
Her breathless words sent my thighs collapsing inward, the weight clashing back to rest as blood rushed to service the tantalizing ache that had increased tenfold with her words. Their utterance serving to confirm everything that until then had been potential imaginings in my mind.
“Sorry,” she blurted. “I hadn’t meant to startle you.”
“You didn’t,” I said, forgetting the machine at my thighs and any sense of what was right as I looked up at her, trying to show her just how much I appreciated her back. Just how much I wanted her too. If only she would make the first move...

Hot excerpt:
***Not going to give anything away here by telling you what leads to this moment, but if you like what you’re getting a taste of, get your hands on a copy and find out – it’s hot hot hot***
Raising his hand, he took hold of the chain that hung from my neck and with slow deliberation pulled at the metal, tugging at my nipples and stretching out my breasts. The move sent sparks of painful delight rushing through me and I cried out.
“Fuck me, Abi, did she corrupt you?” he said thickly.
I nodded and he yanked the chain again, his gaze flashing as I cried out once more, my breasts thrusting forward.
“You’re so loud.” He pressed his index finger against my parted lips. “We can’t have you alerting the household.”
Since the house was deserted save for Emma, it wasn’t a problem, but then I figured he was probably acting out some sort of fantasy. I could work with that...
“I can’t help it,” I said against his finger.
“Then I will have to help you,” he said darkly, his hand replacing his finger to gag me as he yanked at the chain once more.
Pain shot through me, rapidly followed by the hedonistic heat of pleasure and I moaned into his hand, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes at the sharp intensity.
“You like that?” he asked, his hand still clamped tightly over my mouth, my breaths coming in rasps as I struggled for air above his palm. “I bet you do, you dirty little whore.”
And he did it again; his eyes intent on mine as they glittered with unshed tears beneath him, my cries drowned out by the presence of his hand.
“I’m going to taste every bit of your delicious, virginal body,” he said, his voice hoarse as he struggled to control his mounting desire. “And you’re not going to be able to do a thing about it.”
Releasing the chain, he dropped his mouth to my bound throat to nip and suck at the flesh. I thrashed my head side to side, partly to do his fantasy justice and partly to gain some air through his vice like grip. I felt faint with the heady combination of rising passion and lack of oxygen. It was an intoxicating mix.
“James!” A crack pierced the air and he leapt back with a yelp. ”I told you to acquaint yourself with her pussy, not rape her!”
My eyes focused through the haze of desire to see Emma clad head to toe in black PVC and brandishing a whip behind him. It was that which had made contact with James, forcing him back, and now he was on his knees before her.
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Monday, 26 March 2018

His On Demand by Fiona Murphy

His on Demand

To achieve my goals, I’ll do anything, even put up with an asshole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five tops and I’ll have enough money saved to fulfill my dreams of writing full time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married, and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one. 

I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me.
When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body. I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears, only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us?

Clean Excerpt: 
“Tell me why you want to work for me.”
          Blue eyes blink fast, her hands tighten in her lap, her lips thin then the ice is back. “It’s a tie between the salary and the opportunity of working for you.”
          Her voice is cool, even. Her composure in the face of my own inner unrest infuriates me, “Explain yourself.”
          Alexandra Clark is looking through me, no one has looked through me since Agatha. It incites violence within me. “I would be lying if I didn’t say the money mattered. With the money I’ll be making, things I didn’t think were possible will be.
“Then there’s working with you. Despite what movies and books want to make out, becoming a billionaire isn’t something that just happens. Thousands of people work hard and never make it. There’s an extra something that takes a person from million to billion that can’t be taught. There are people who would pay to be where I will be, but it’s me who will be paid, and very well.”
          Now, I am on an even keel. This is what I am used to, my money being the draw. It is refreshing to have a person admit money is what brings them to me. For ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people I meet, women and men, my appeal is my money. Only they want to pretend it’s something else. Begrudgingly, I give Alexa Clark another point, in addition to all the others. “You will earn your money. I do not keep banker’s hours, as you can see. While I will not expect you to work as many hours as I do you will be expected to be available to me every day of the week, to pick up when I call whatever you may be doing. Is that something you are prepared for? To work for what you want? What are you working for, Ms. Clark? What are your plans for your future?”
          I am pleased the question throws her. The ice melts for a moment. “I’m aware I’ll need to be available, and I’m willing to be.” A pause of hesitation. “I want to be able to write full time before I retire. That’s my plan for the future, working for you will make it possible. I’ve completed three novels to date, with my fourth releasing in a few months. My plan is after five years at this salary. I’ll be able to live off what I’ve saved while I write full time.”
          I am intrigued by her honesty. “What have you written?”
          “Historical fiction, set in Renaissance Italy.”
          Interesting, I wonder if I have read her before. I enjoy reading for relaxation although I do not read as often as I would like. “I can understand someone wanting to work with me if they were looking to start their own company, or work for themselves. You write about Renaissance Italy what do you hope to learn working for me?”
          “My main characters are various members of the Medici family. The Prince was written then, and it’s still as relevant now as it was then.”
          The tart reply earns her a smile, I have no control over. Her blue eyes glow in return. “You believe I would make a good character study?”
           Her head tilts ever so slightly, “I believe I’ll never find anyone better to observe. I’ve never been able to pin down Cosimo’s ambitious plans where he was always several steps ahead of everyone else. I’d like to see it in action.”
          “I do believe there is a whole chapter on avoiding flatterers.”
          “There’s flattery, and there’s fact. You’re the one who must recognize one from the other. Because of course you’ve read The Prince. Did you highlight it as well?” She responds with a quirk of those soft, plump lips.

Explicit Excerpt:
Walking Elizabeth Ward to the elevator, I am satisfied by her happiness and effusive thanks. Dmitri owes me twenty dollars, I managed not only to hire her. I turned her from an angry shrew into a purring contented kitten.
          “She was pretty.” The words are spoken the moment the elevator closes and in Italian. I have to be wrong about the jealousy I detect. Yet when I turn it is clear on her face. Her blue eyes are a storm of emotion. “You got what you wanted. You really liked her.”
          I am drawn to Alexa, I cannot look away from her. From seeing her every emotion and desire on her beautiful face to the brilliant blue of her eyes. I hear her breath catch as she leans back in the chair behind her desk. My hands go flat on her desk to keep from reaching for her.
          I respond in English, there can be no chance of misunderstanding. “She is very pretty.” Alexa’s face tightens then her eyes fall from mine. “I did get what I wanted, I always get what I want. I got the best person for the job. That she happens to be a very pretty woman as well means nothing to me. She is now an employee, and I do not fuck employees. Ever.” Alexa inhales as sapphire blue eyes catch and hold mine and my cock screams for her. “That is all I do. I fuck, Ms. Clark. No emotions, just pleasure. Long hours, of complete and utter pleasure, is all I want from a woman. Only it is not enough for many women, they get greedy for more than hours, they want days, weeks, months and several even want forever. All I want are the hours.”
          Her eyes are glittering sapphires, I want to see her naked in sapphires, a rope of them at her neck, in her ears, between her breasts. A long shuddering breath comes out of her, and I watch in painful fascination as her breasts sway. The ringing phone snaps me out of the thick haze of desire. It reminds me where I am, and who I’m talking to, at work to my employee, my married employee. Damn her for making me forget.


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Author Bio:

Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind me. 
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten. 
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it. 
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way. 

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Piper needs to get away from London, away from

everyone she knows. Finding out that her fiancé has
been cheating for the last year has messed her up.
Ending up in Florida, a place she never pictured herself going,
she meets Alex
He turns her life upside down
but she's convinced herself that she can never forgive.
She finds it hard to trust him,
but can he show her that not all men are the same.

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Sunday, 18 March 2018

Cover Reveal Elle Ward Eden

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Blurb: Amelia Fox is a hugely successful Romance Novelist whose single deepest desire is a good book and a long hot bubble bath. When book sales drop and her publishing deal falls into jeopardy, she agrees to re-invent herself writing erotica. She has absolutely no idea what she’s letting herself in for.
Dillon James is devastatingly handsome, charismatic and a pleasure-seeking playboy who also happens to own one of London’s most exclusive sex clubs. Proud of whom he is and what he does, nothing scares him – until Amelia Fox comes to his club to research her next book.
As soon as he sets eyes on her, he knows that she doesn’t belong in his world.

Regardless, he wants her in his bed.
Avoiding him isn't an option and she becomes drawn further into his world, unable to control the overwhelming desire he stirs within. Awakening deep and addicting feelings that she never knew possible.
Knowing he’ll shatter her heart - can she deny herself, unknown pleasure that only he can satisfy.
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Wednesday, 14 March 2018

Bound for Passion: Erotic Love Stories Is #FREE by Scarlett Flame

Bound for Passion: Erotic Love Stories
Is #FREE from the 14 - 18th of March to celebrate my birthday week 

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When Vivienne sits inconsolable in the hospital chapel, the last encounter she expects is a fervent entanglement with an otherworldly being, as passions increase she learns for the first time in her life the true meaning of out of this world. In the second, Sarah meets a new lover after telling him all her intimate fantasies in an internet chat room. And, the final story concerns the journey a young woman takes, as a Dominant offers to show her the ropes, in exchange for her submission via BDSM. Individually these stories are hot, but together they are sizzling

 SO GOOD! 3 April 2017
This is one HOT book!! Do not read if you are at work, on the bus, sat with your in-laws. I repeat, do not do it. This is a collection of short, extremely hot stories that I loved reading! If you're looking for the perfect summer read to lose yourselves in, this is it.

5.0 out of 5 stars

ByMandy Sawyeron December 30, 2017
Absolutely fantastic read. Hot short stories that will burn you up! These are a whole new level of hotness. Very well written and I will return to this book when I need a lot of naughty words to read!!


We had met on the internet. You know, in a chat room, and arranged to meet up.
The plane had just landed and I was extremely nervous, but excited. The things we had discussed online had made my heart race, so many fantasies that we had both had. Now that we were meeting up, maybe, hopefully, some of those fantasies would be fulfilled.
I stood waiting at the luggage carousel until I spotted my suitcase. The red satin ribbon I’d tied on the handle now seemed like a little flag.
I’d dressed in a slim fitting black pencil skirt, scarlet top and scarlet suede high heel shoes. My underwear was especially chosen with him in mind. A black lacy bra, a new black lacy thong, finished off with stockings and suspenders. A short black leather jacket over the top created the look.
Even when I’d retrieved my case, I loitered a few minutes longer by the carousel, wondering what would happen when we met. Would I even recognise him? We had seen pictures of each other, and he’d heard my voice. I knew he was over six foot tall, and he knew I was a little over five foot five inches, so he would be taller than me.
My hands were sweating a little now, and my legs were shaking too. Would I be able to go through with this? Would he? I nipped to the toilets, my nervousness making me need a pee. I brushed my hair and reapplied my make up, staring at my reflection.
I left the toilets, making my way slowly through the double doors in to the airport foyer, with my eyes firmly trained on my feet, worrying that I might trip, or fall, or do something stupid. Suddenly, I felt his gaze, and I just knew it was him. When I raised my head, and our eyes met, I spotted him straight away. There he was. Tall, dark, and handsome, and headed my way. It might have been cliché, but it was true, and he was mine, for the entire weekend.
My throat hurt now, and my heart stuttered in my chest. I stood stock still. As if my feet were suddenly encased in concrete, I couldn't move. He didn't falter, but instead gathered me up in his arms, then he was kissing me. A long, lingering kiss. The sort of kiss you never want to end. I dropped my bag and let go of my suitcase, oblivious to any one who may have been watching.
When he began to speak I detected the amazing Irish lilt I knew he would have and I just melted, well it felt that way to me. He picked up my suitcase and took my hand saying "I'm so glad you are here. My friend is going to drop us off at the hotel we are staying at. Come on, I can't wait for us to be alone."
We left the airport hand in hand and walked to the short stay car park. I could see a little white fiesta with a blonde haired guy in the driver’s seat. Paul waved, and the guy got out and opened the boot. Paul put my suitcase in, next to a large holdall, and we both climbed in to the back of the car.
We sat there, not speaking, just holding hands, staring out of the window. The town was lovely and quaint, with the houses painted all different colours, but my eyes kept drifting back to Paul. He began to speak immediately, "We're almost there now. This is Michael, by the way. We're meeting up with him and a few other friends later on tonight." Michael glanced over his shoulder at me and added "Hi, nice to meet you" Paul inched a little closer, our thighs touching now. I could feel the heat of his body through his jeans.
Michael pulled the car up to the front of a fairly nondescript hotel, called The Mermaid. Paul and I got out, he retrieved the suitcase and holdall, and we said our goodbyes to Michael.
As we walked in to the hotel, I began to think about the first fantasy we had discussed and could feel my face begin to flush. We approached the front desk and signed in, picking up our keys in the process. The Concierge enquired whether we needed some one to show us to our room. Paul replied, "No, thanks, we can manage," and we headed toward the lifts, opposite the desk. When he turned to me, his smile was more of a grin. "You ready to take the lift, Sarah?"
I gulped, and nodded. My mouth was too dry to speak now, as if it was full of sand. We got into the lift, and the doors closed with a whoosh.
Immediately Paul had me pinned against the side wall of the lift, indicating over his shoulder to the camera blinking in the corner. "You remember what we discussed?" Before I could respond he leaned in to me, kissing me deeply, ferociously. His hands wandered down toward the hem of my skirt and continued their journey up the inside of my thigh.

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Also this week

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Come and join the group and see what is happening in Manchester this year, and next too.

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Hope you can use this if not can you give me a shout Holly. Many thanks for this hun XX