Friday, 24 February 2017

OUT NOW Holly Webb, Chase



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Penny Chase has had her whole life planned out for her since the day she was born, but it’s a life she doesn’t want. After a lifetime of trying to please her controlling father, Penny thinks she will never get to Stanford. She sees it as her chance to finally have the life she has always dreamed of. That was until she meets Damian Grant.
 
Damian is the lead singer of Purple Mist, with a love them and leave them reputation. That was until he meets his Lucky Penny. From the moment he sets his eyes on her, he is determined to win her heart.
 
Damian is everything Penny wants, but also everything her father would never approve of. Still, the heart wants what the heart wants, and Penny’s heart wants Damian. She just wasn’t sure what price she would have to pay for a life with him.
 
Can love really conquer all, or will Richard Chase, Penny’s father, make the price of loving Damian too high. Will Penny’s happy ever after be worth the chase?
 
 
 
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Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Front Porches & Funerals by K.A. Ware & Cora Kenborn

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Front Porches & Funerals
By:
K.A. Ware & Cora Kenborn
Release Date: February 21st
Hosted By: Chance Promotions
Cover by: Bite Me Graphics

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They say you can’t go home again.
But when you’re broke, down on your luck, and wanted in two states…
It’s the only place left.

Adelaide spent high school dreaming of the day she’d lift a middle finger to her small town life and watch it all fade away in the rear-view mirror. After marrying a man who she thought was her prince charming, Adelaide had finally gotten everything she ever wanted…until the silver spoon was ripped from her mouth and her prince was revealed to be just another cheating jackass. Suddenly homeless with nowhere else to turn, she must head back to the one place she never thought she’d have to show her face again.

Savannah just wanted to see the world, but ended up a twenty-five year old vagabond with nothing to show for her life but a string of loser ex-boyfriends. Instead of saving the planet, she sells jewelry on the internet and digs in the cushions for loose change. Making the decision to cut her losses, Savannah packs up and hits the road. It’s time to go back to the beginning and figure out where she went wrong.

Adelaide and Savannah couldn’t wait to leave the bayou. However, when circumstances force them out of their self-imposed exiles, they have no choice but to belly crawl back to the place they both turned their backs on. The Dubois sisters find that sometimes you’ve got to uncover your roots to find your future.

The good thing about hitting swamp bottom?
There’s only one way to go…
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K.A. Ware

K.A Ware is an indie author living in Portland, Oregon. Her days consist of working at her real life job in the financial field and taking care of her young daughter. Writing is not her only passion, K.A. also serves on the Board of Directors for a local non-profit and spends way too much time reading. She believes in the power of words, alpha females, and that special escape you get when you hunker down into a good book.
When she’s not busy mothering, working, writing, or reading she enjoys spending time with family and friends and embracing the weirdness that is Portland. K.A. loves music, so if you find yourself at a metal show in Portland —take a look around— she’s the crazy redhead head banging at the front.

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Email: authorkaware@gmail.com
Cora Kenborn

Cora Kenborn writes contemporary and romantic suspense novels with strong heroines, complex alphas, harrowing danger, and snappy dialogue. She loves delving into the twisted mind of a dark villain as well as giggling while writing romcom banter.
Cora lives in Eastern North Carolina and is a true Southern girl, who grew up on sweet tea, front porches, and the simple life. She says “y’all,” “fixin’ to,” and should you deserve it will “bless your heart.” She’s the proud mother of three hyperactive and occasionally adorable children, and wife to an understanding husband who tolerates her chaotic writer’s cave.
Although reading is her passion, she can usually be found watching true crime shows and crafting inspiration for twisted new tales. Cora admits to being a horrible cook, an even worse baker, and believes she’s more dangerous with a hot glue gun than any weapon on earth. Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies


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Saturday, 18 February 2017

Blog Tour 'Living A lie' by M.L. Kacy






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Living A Lie



(Part One)



by
M.L. Kacy


Feb 18th - Feb 25th









In your early adult years, you think that you know it all. Well that’s how I was looking back on my life. Nearly nineteen-years later, it’s true what they say, you always learn by your mistakes, mistakes make you into a stronger person. Boy, did I make a hell of a lot of mistakes. I never thought that my life would turn out the way that it did. There are only four things that I would never regret, my four beautiful children. They were, and still are, my saving grace, my redemption of sorts. When the darkness became too much, thoughts of them would pull me into the light.

This is my story, it’s not a story that is all sweetness and light. It’s a story of love, regret, devastation, darkness and maybe a little redemption.

So here we are, I shall start from the beginning.
Part One

***Disclaimer- Some of the content in this book can cause triggers for some. Also, contains profanity, erotic scenes and only suitable for readers 18+***
















                                           



Jacob turned out to be a sweet talker. He stood there, dressed in jeans that had made his arse look as if it needed squeezing. His chest, snuggly wrapped in a tight fitting, black t-shirt, jet-black hair was worn short, and this divine aftershave I had never before smelt; but it had a lemon undertone that emphasized his own mouth-watering, natural, musky scent. Man, his eyes, were stunning. Emerald green, clear, and hypnotic, surrounded by lush, long, thick, black lashes that tempted me to do things I had never before thought of, or wanted. Those stunning eyes, combined with a sensual mouth, and that was it, I was completely lost.










There have been many times that I have opened this book and closed it again, as I was never sure it would be received well in the book community, but then I thought I am writing this for me, and doing something I always wanted to do.
This book is based on true of events in my own life, so it has in some form been therapeutic to write. Words have a way of healing someone, so I will carry on writing, included events that have happened and taking you all on a journey with me.

I have been involved in the indie community for a number of years and have always loved how everyone comes together in support of each other. 
I love writing and reading, living life with my family, and always coming up with new ideas and putting then in to practice. 
I hope you all will carry on this journey with me.



 

 



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Friday, 17 February 2017

Fourteen Shades of F*cked Up


FOURTEEN SHADES OF F*CKED UP! AVAILABLE NOW!

Roses are red. So is passion. And blood. Fourteen authors have brought you stories of pain and love. Struggle and dissonance. Lust and depravity. Whether your poison is a naughty husband and wife, a kinky night out on the town, edging toward the pinnacle of pain and pleasure, or something a little more supernatural, come indulge in your deepest, darkest, most f*cked up cravings. We promise we won’t judge...if you won’t. Note: This anthology contains content that is not appropriate for readers under the age of 18.


PETITION DENIED by Alyson Hale A rich lawyer gives his beloved wife the punishment of a lifetime after finding divorce papers in the mail.

DARKNESS CONSUMED by Ariel Marie An assassin's life is never easy--and neither is leaving the one you love in order to save them.

EXCITABLE by Brittney Coon When a dominant is sold as a submissive to another dominant, a dramatic power struggle ensues.

CONSENSUAL by Cristina Slough A couple tries to resuscitate their broken marriage by going to their first swingers party.

F*CKING ADDICTED by J.A. Kerr Sex addict Aiden knows his attraction to fellow addict Keira is dangerous--but then, so is he.

FOREVER PROMISES by J.L. Baldwin When the demons come out to play and stake their claim, there are always fatal flaws.

A STRANGE AND DISTANT SAFETY by Jennifer Loring For one young man, the nightmare scenario of abduction and torture becomes the key to unlocking his ultimate fantasy.

WICKED GAMES by Lilly James Lyle and Ivy live for their toxic relationship, but all wicked games eventually come to an end.

AFFLICTION by Marie Skye A prominent doctor enjoys inflicting pain on his enemies, until he begins to question his original intent.

STORY OF US by ML Rodriguez He is the first to introduce her to carnal pleasures she never dreamed of, but will he be the last?

HER MISTAKE by N. Mills Dysfunctional: an adjective that embodies Jezabelle's entire childhood and everything she strives to avoid, until a smooth-talking biker ruins all of her plans.

MISS X by Quinn She calls herself a "professional mistress"--no love, no commitment, no future, until she meets a strangely familiar man who shows her how to feel again.

KILLER DOM by S. Valentine Sometimes lust can carry you down surprising and dangerous paths...

ANOTHER LAST GLANCE by Zack Halford A terminally ill billionaire uses an experimental procedure to feel endless ecstasy, but all he really wants is one last moment with his true love.

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Thursday, 16 February 2017

New Release 'The Velvet Chair ' by C.P. Mandara

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called 'Velvet Lies.'
Blurb
My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on. Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog. I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle... for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel. Excerpt - Jennifer sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf. I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I? Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me. Excerpt - Mark As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind. I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit. My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts. Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions. Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences. My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake. tvc30
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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called 'Velvet Lies.'

Blurb

My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

 Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

 I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle... for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.


 Excerpt - Jennifer

 sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

 I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

 Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.



 Excerpt - Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

 My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good. In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies. She's a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

Amazon Author Page: http://author.to/CPMandara
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