Tuesday, May 31, 2016

~~New Release & Giveaway!!~ Don't Wake the Dead by C. C. Wood

My name is Zoe Thorne and I'm just an ordinary woman. My life is mundane, and that's perfectly fine with me; I work a boring job, watch TV, read books, and sleep alone. There's nothing special about me.

Except that I can see ghosts.

After suffering years of rejection due to my freakish ability, I'm determined to hide my "gift" from others. That is until I meet Malachi Flemming and his peculiar yet amusing friends. Mal hosts a paranormal web show titled The Wraith Files and when he discovers my talent, he offers me a job. Well, offer may not be the right word.

He won't take no for an answer.

One night, we stumble across a spirit on the side of a deserted, country road. He seems lost and scared, convinced someone murdered him. Mal's interest is piqued and he insists on helping me investigate the accident. The deeper we dig, the clearer it becomes that the killer doesn't want us to discover the truth.

Desperate people will go to any lengths to keep their secrets buried. Sometimes it's best not to wake the dead unless you plan to join them.

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A native Texan, C.C. grew up either reading or playing the piano.  Years later, she’s still not grown up and doing the same things.  Since the voices in her head never shut up, C.C. decided to share their crazy stories and started writing books.

Now that she has a baby girl at home, C.C.’s non-writing time is usually spent cleaning up poopy diapers or feeding the poop machine.  Sometimes she teaches piano, cooks, or spends time bugging her hubby and two beagles.

C.C. Wood Smart, sexy, and sassy books. Website: C.C. Wood

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

~~Blog Tour & Giveaway!!~~ Crave Me by M.Robinson


They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you're running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn't be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also...

My demise.

Colors blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times and just like that…
I saw her face.
As if she was standing right in front of me.
My whole world…
My girl.
I felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving to fucking love her.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to believe me.
Aching for her to love me again like she used to.
I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes, subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It was too powerful.
It was too vivid.
I grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I urged with desperation in my tone.
Still nothing.
I tried again and again and again.
I would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To talk to me.
To save me.
To crave me.
Time just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!” she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My heaven.
“What do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this anymore!”  
I shut my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time where she didn’t hate me.
“I remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just happened.
My nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you remember what my love feels like?”
I heard her faintly breathing.
“Do you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
“I love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see that? I’m dying without you.”
“No, Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say that.
“The first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.” 
More silence.
“I had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine. Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She sniffled into the phone.
“I made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real. For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing I can’t give you.”



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Complicate Me

Forbid Me

Undo Me

Crave Me

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USA TODAY Bestselling author of The VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, Two Sides Gianna, and The Good Ol' Boys series. M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.

Monday, May 23, 2016

~~ New Release~~ Storm, Bad Boys of X-Ops Book III, by Rie Warren


Title: Storm
Series: Bad Boys of X-Ops #3
Author: Rie Warren
Publisher: Rie Warren
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Page count: Approx 245 pages
Keywords: alpha male, southern, humor, action, adventure, thriller, suspense
Date of release: May 23, 2016
List Price: $.99
ISBN: Info Coming


Desire . . . Trust?
I’m headed back to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, my old stomping grounds. Guns. Thugs. Broads. Cocaine nightmares. A Mexican cartel, cracker coke runners, and now there’s a new international threat in town.
Blaize Carmichael is my only partner in this op. Blaize. As a biker babe. Jeeesus. I’ve had a bone for her from day one when she walked into headquarters—haughty, superior, and always in charge.
There’s a goddamn good chance we’ll get made, played, and put in the grave as government-issue traitors. But I can’t help it—I love to get rough, raw, dirty, and dominant with her.
No more yes ma’am, no ma’am. Blaize is about to find out I don’t always takes orders as issued.
I can’t stand the way Storm calls me woman or cher or sexy. As soon as we’re back in DC, I’m going to wipe that infuriating wicked smirk right off his dangerously handsome face.
I’m always prepared for every scenario. I’ve built my career on complete professionalism in and out of the field. But when Storm comes at me with wild animal lust—when he opens up to me—when he opens me up, I can’t say no.
I don’t want to.
We’re in danger every single day we stay in NOLA. There is no way we can make it out alive. Not together. Not this time.
Please note: This story includes a discussion of rape. This painful conversation is necessary for the growth of the couple's relationship.


I placed Blaize down in the bed, gently. Dropping my clothes to the floor, I crawled in beside her and leaned up on my elbow.
“There’s just one thing I want from you, Blaize. Not pity. Not worry. Not as my boss. And no ass kicking either.”
“Kiss me for real.”
“Is that a directive?” Her arms wound around my shoulders, guiding me down to her.
“As direct as I get.”
A low groan rolled from my chest as soon as our lips met. The heat of her mouth, the touch of her tongue, the light tease of her hands up and down my back was summer soft, and highly addictive.
The slant of her head was perfect and when she drove her fingers into the muscles of my ass, a louder longer groan rushed out of me and into her mouth. My chest filled, pumping like bellows, and I wanted to crash all the way against her, mate her, make her completely mine.
With a soft graze of her teeth against my bottom lip, she pulled just slightly back.
“Blaize.” I skimmed my hands from her waist to her hips to her thighs, nudging my mouth against hers. “Fuck, Blaize.”
She drew her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, locked them behind my neck. “I thought you needed something sweet.”
“That was more than sweet.” Sweet torture.
I rolled her to her side, asking for nothing more than her warmth.
I’d already gotten her kiss.
I could be patient enough to wait for the rest. All of her.
“Remember that the next time you want to curse the boss lady, sugar.
“Sugar?” My belly rumbled with a laugh. “You learning the lingo?”
She sighed with a little sniffle that meant she was ready to head to la-la land.
I whispered against her neck, “You know you really fall asleep too easily with me.”
“’M’still awake,” she slurred.
Uh huh.
She drifted off just like that.
And half an hour later, I still needed to get off.
This room was gonna smell like hot sex by the morning one way or the other.
Getting up without disturbing her, I cracked the balcony door, poured a drink, and spat into my palm.
Sitting in the chair, I spread my thighs, hefted my meaty balls in one hand, and drank the whisky.
My cock rose up to my stomach, a huge thick rod incapable of going soft with an almost naked Blaize in my bed. I took another drink, letting the scotch roll around my mouth as my fist closed over the base of my cock and cruised up to the purplish head of my dick. I squeezed, and a drop of pre-come rolled out. Clear and slippery, the fluid ran down my veiny length and pooled against my sac.
Blaize shifted in the bed, her arms outstretched, blindly searching for me. With an operative’s instincts that something was different, her head snapped up and she was immediately awake.
Her eyes darted to me, spread out and naked before her.
“Didn’t wake you, did I?” I tugged my cock, making it even harder, hotter, pulsing.
“Fuck. Storm.” She sat up, and as the sheet drifted to her waist I could easily make out the sexy way her nipples tightened.
My pelvis rocked up.
I stared at her. “C’mere.”


"Ms. Warren's writing never fails to entertain with her odd and unusual alpha characters, smart and feisty females, humorous interchanges, and passionate and sensual love stories. Her writing is smooth, involving, touching, naughty, full of invectives, and sizzling hot." ~Amazon Reviewer

About Justice, Bad Boys of X-Ops #2
“Rie Warren is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors, I LOVE this series! Walker, book 1, was my favorite book of the year and I think Justice might be #2.” Amazon reviewer

“Ya know, if I were a betting woman, I'd place money on Ms. Warren being a dude in a former life. She somehow has this wildly funny insight into the male brain that simultaneously cracks me up and makes me drool!” The Romance Reviews

About Walker, Bad Boys of X-Ops #1

"I was pulled right into this story. The story has laughs, suspense, twists & turns, passion, sexual tension, explosive action, and heartbreak." Renee Entress's Blog

"Jade was one of, if not my favorite, heroines ever!! She was a complete badass and everything that I have been waiting for in a heroine. I would recommend this book to anyone and everyone, and I have." Amazon reviewer

Carolina Bad Boys—the original Bad Boys

Ongoing series

Stone, Book One
Ride, the novella from within Stone, Book 1.5
Love, Book Two
Steele, Book Three

Bad Boys of Retribution MC

Complete series—Carolina Bad Boys spinoff

Hunter, Book One
Kinkaid, Book Two
Coletrane, Book Four

Bad Boys of X-OPS

Back to back, spring-summer 2016

Walker, Book One
Justice, Book Two
Storm, Book Three
Bane, Coming June 2016

Author Bio

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.

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Monday, May 16, 2016

We're celebrating the release of HUSTLER by Meghan Quinn and Jessica Prince!

We're celebrating the release of HUSTLER by Meghan Quinn and Jessica Prince! 

HUSTLER by Meghan Quinn & Jessica Prince
Scheduled to release: May 9, 2016
NA Romantic Comedy
Cover designer: Meghan Quinn
Amazon: http://amzn.to/21zWvyG

I make my living as a hustler, and I’m great at it.
I don’t have a single tell and use that to my advantage to manipulate any situation.
I’ve always known what a person is about to do before they’ve even decided.

That is, until I met Nell.
I can’t get a read on her, and what’s worse, she doesn’t want anything to do with me.
Which only makes me want her more.

Now I’m in for the hardest hustle of my life.
Somehow I have to convince Nell that she belongs with me.
Good thing I’m always up for a challenge.

Current score is…

Nell: 1

Ass-face: 0

God, I love winning.

That is, until the dickhead opens his mouth again. “Oh, Miss Prescott, I forgot to tell you, I love your taste in underwear.” The wine I’d just sipped suddenly goes flying across the table, right onto Nick’s shirt.

“Oh, shit!” I shout, garnering unwanted attention from the people around us as I leaned across the table and dab at the offending stain with my napkin. “I’m so sorry! I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

Nick clears his throat awkwardly. “He’s seen your underwear?”

“She looks fucking phenomenal in lace,” the bastard says. “And that thong…” he trails off with a moan, closing his eyes as he lifts his wine glass to his mouth and takes a sip.

“I feel like I’m missing something pretty serious here,” Nick mutters.

“Those damned uniform skirts,” I smile manically, still rubbing at the stain that seems to be growing larger. “Can’t bend over an inch without them showing everything.” I sit back in my chair and shoot Gavin a look that explains, in great detail, the way I’m planning to murder him. “Obviously, Mr. Saint lacks all gentlemanly decorum since he brought it up.”

Nick pushes his chair back and stands. I have a sudden wave of panic that he’s bailing on our date, leaving with his feelings hurt and me alone with Gavin. “Excuse me for just a minute,” he smiles politely. “I’m just going to go put some water on…this,” he waves at the front of his ruined shirt.”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sure!” I answer, relieved he’s not bailing on me, although I know I’d deserve it. Once he’s gone, I turn to Gavin. “You’re Satan, you know that?” I hiss. “Fucking Satan!”

“I’d say I just made your date more interesting, Miss Prescott.”

Current score…

Nell: 1

Prince of Darkness: 1

The fucker.

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Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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Jessica was born and raised in Texas--where she'll stay because she claims the cost of living in Texas excuses the god-awful weather. She is first and foremost a wife and mother. Because of those two things, she's also a self proclaimed wino and coffee addict. 
She's always been and avid lover of all types of books, but romances are her main favorites.
Jessica's husband likes to say reading is her obsession, but she likes to call it her passion...there's a difference.

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