Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Just Perfection by Heather Guimond.

 
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Title: Just Perfection
Author: Heather Guimond
Release Date: 12/12/17
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Synopsis

Mimi has slayed her dragons…or some of them. Fresh out of rehab, she finds James and realizes that their relationship is over. Justin’s support has never wavered, and he offers her the lifeline of caring for his infant, Sammy.
Sammy’s mother’s vindictiveness is as steadfast toward Mimi as Justin’s loyalty. Even though Justin has put Delia in his past, she continues her attempts to undermine Mimi’s relationship with Sammy and Justin. Mimi’s heart breaks as she realizes that her past threatens every hope she has for a breathtaking future.  

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Author Bio - Heather Guimond

I am a native Angeleno, specifically an original valley girl. (Cue Frank Zappa music). I am a self-professed bibliophile, with a Kindle library larger than Imelda Marcos' closet. I have also been writing since I was old enough to form letters when someone shoved a crayon into my tiny little fist as a toddler. Those letters eventually became sentences, and those sentences eventually turned into stories. It took a long time before I was able to turn those stories into something I felt was worthy of sharing with the world, but finally here we are. I hope that you agree.
As for the rest of me, I'm a 40-something (no, I'm not going to tell you how many somethings follow the 40) mother of three who has been married to my husband for 14 years. We live in a small enclave just north of Los Angeles with my aunt, who is also an author. Shattered Perfection is my debut novel. The original draft was written over a three week period in October/November 2014. It "marinated" on my hard drive until February 2015, when a good friend and fellow author begged to read it. I was completely against the idea, but being the persuasive and amazingly handsome fellow he is, he was impossible to resist. After far less rewriting and editing than I imagined would be necessary, I am now able to share with you a story that I hope will make you laugh, cry and ultimately feel as though you have loved right along with Mimi and Vance.

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Fight Club by Becca Jameson

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The Fight Club was born from a group of guys who spar together at the gym where they practice mixed martial arts. When they aren't working their day jobs or fighting opponents, these men spend their free at the local BDSM club, Extreme. Follow each man and his journey to find the perfect submissive in The Fight Club.
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EXCERPTS

Come: Rafe crossed one ankle over the other and pretended to check his phone messages while he waited. Her sweet voice leaked out the door as someone held it open and she said her goodbyes. “Thanks, Uncle Joe. I’ll call you next week then?” “I’ll be here.” And then the waiting was over. The first thing Rafe saw was a tan sexy leg emerge into the sunshine. And the body that followed made his palms sweat. “Oh.” She set a hand on her chest, startled, as the door behind her closed with a snick. “You—” “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Rafe alternated his weight from one foot to the other. She stared at him for a moment and glanced over her shoulder. The running car engine must have grabbed her attention. Two seconds later she whipped her head back toward Rafe, stepped into the space between his legs, and entwined her arms around his neck. “Mind if I use you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Before Rafe could wrap his mind around his good fortune, the pixie had tipped her head, leaned in, and planted a kiss on him that scrambled his brain. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he set his hands on her lower back and held her tight as he deepened the kiss. God almighty. She tasted of mint and smelled like sunshine. He was vaguely aware of the Lexus speeding away but didn’t break contact with the woman’s soft lips to investigate. Finally, she pulled back. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, wet from their kiss, and she gasped for air. “Shit.” She stepped back. “You can kiss.” She touched her mouth with her fingers as though ensuring it was still there. Rafe smiled. “Thank you. Um, I don’t know what to say. Rafe Walker.” He held out his hand in the narrow space between them. “Can’t complain about meeting a gorgeous woman in that fashion.” The woman smiled, awkwardly shaking his hand with her head tipped to one side and her eyes narrowed. She pointed toward the door with her free hand. “You’re the one who got punched in the face.” Her gaze landed on his left eye. “The one and only. I got distracted.” He smiled. “But not as distracted as I am now.”   Perv: “So, how does a guy who works with numbers all day get so buff?” Mason inhaled, his chest puffing up at her comment. She hadn’t overlooked a single characteristic about him that normally left women swooning. She just chose to pretend she was unaffected. “I work out. A lot.” More than you can imagine. When Rafe said to keep his hands to himself, Mason was pretty sure he also meant for him to keep his mouth shut about a lot of things. “Really? Huh. Couldn’t tell.” Oh, she was all spit and vinegar. “What about you? What do you do when you aren’t lining up roses?” “Lining up roses?” She laughed again. “You’re so good with words.” You have no idea. My words can make you cream your panties if I so choose. “I read. I jog. Hang with friends. I work a lot of hours.” She looked out the window. By her body language, he knew she was leaving out several parts of her life—intentionally. What are you hiding, Ms. Jenna the rose girl? Whatever it was, it couldn’t be as big as his own personal secrets. He was not one who should judge. Jenna reached for her purse on the floor and rummaged around inside until she produced a hair clip. She lifted both arms and pulled her long straight locks back, twisting the glossy strands into a knot at the back of her head. “Don’t.” The word slipped out before he could stop it. She froze, the clip between her teeth, and turned to look at him. He couldn’t help it. If he was going to spend the evening with her, he wanted to at least have the pleasure of admiring her silky black hair. The librarian look wasn’t going to do it for him. “I like it down,” he muttered. “It’s beautiful.” As he pulled to a stop at a red light, he turned and reached for her wrist, tugging her hand down. “Leave it?” He was so out of his league here. It had been years since he’d entertained a woman for thirty minutes who didn’t know who and what he was. His words tumbled out haphazardly under the stress. Women didn’t usually ignore his demands, but this particular woman didn’t know that. The look she gave him made his vision blur for a moment. She took a deep breath, and the clip fell from her lips to her lap. Her right arm still held her hair in the air, but the locks slowly slipped between her fingers and cascaded back around her shoulders. Mason ran his hand through a section and leaned in to smell the scent of her shampoo. He closed his eyes and learned her scent, feminine, floral of course. Someone honked, and he jerked his gaze back to the front and grabbed the steering wheel. He hit the gas a bit too hard, and they lurched forward. Jenna didn’t comment. She lowered her arm and stuffed the clip back into her purse. She turned her gaze to look out the passenger window. He saw her chest heaving with breaths out of his peripheral vision. Fuck Rafe and his demands. There was no way in hell he could let this woman go. He’d had good intentions, but for Christ’s sake, she was so damn malleable he wanted to pull over and see what else he could command her to do. Instead, Mason gripped the wheel harder and concentrated on driving. He might not be able to keep any promise about leaving Jenna alone, but he could at least get her from point A to point B without mauling her in the car. Later…   Need: “Take off your panties.” Emily froze. He’d known she would. He’d intentionally pushed her to the edge of her comfort zone and then let her topple over the precipice. “Here?” “Yes.” “Now?” She lifted her gaze to his. “You’ve only learned three rules and you’re already breaking them all.” Surely this wouldn’t take long. Her mouth opened again. Rider waited. He fought to keep from smiling. He fought to keep from clasping his dick in his hand. Hell, he fought to keep from reaching across the table and licking that gloss right off her lips to confirm what the flavor was. What the hell are you thinking? The woman can’t do this. She isn’t submissive. But Rider knew subconsciously he was lying to himself. She was eager to learn and trembling splendidly with every instruction. Emily lowered her entire head in a sharp movement before she remembered it was her gaze he was concerned about and corrected herself. “Sorry, Sir.” She tugged her hands from under her thighs as though they’d been glued to the vinyl bench. She set her fingers on her lap and glanced around the bar area. “Don’t concern yourself with anyone else. The only person who matters right now is me. Besides, Extreme is filled with Doms and subs. Few people in this club have the time or inclination to pay attention to one wayward newbie in a dark corner removing her panties under the table.” Emily brought her face back to center. She sat still for several moments. Finally, she lifted her ass the scant inches necessary, tucked her hands under her skirt, and squirmed as she drug her panties over her ass, across her thighs, and down her legs. Fuck me. Rider lifted a hand and held it open, palm up. “I’ll take those.” He fought to control his voice. Damn. Emily gasped. Her fingers shook as she brought the fistful of her panties above the table and set the wad on his palm. Rider wanted to lift the panties to his face and inhale her scent instead, but he would content himself with knowing he could always do that later. Instead, he stuffed the treasure in the pocket of his jeans, leaning to one side to make the opening more accessible. He gritted his teeth when his hand brushed against his cock through the pocket. When he’d righted himself, he spoke again. “Now, lift yourself off the bench and pull your skirt out from under your ass. Sit with your bare skin on the vinyl.” Emily hesitated again, but she didn’t look around this time. She did as he told her. “Spread your knees. I can’t see well from here, so I’m going to have to assume you’re following my instructions.” She flinched, but her wiggling told him she’d complied, at least to a certain extent. “Do I make you horny?” He didn’t bother lowering his voice. “Yes, Sir.” She gripped the edge of the table again. “I need verification.” She sucked in a breath and waited. “Dip two of your fingers into your pussy as far as you can. Show me how wet you are.” “I— I can’t do that…Sir. Not here.” She glanced around again. “Do you want to learn the ropes or not?” He leaned closer into her space. He knew he made her more uncomfortable than she’d ever been in her life. He also knew it was necessary. Her actions following his command would determine the rest of their relationship with each other. If Emily could follow this instruction and the one he intended to follow it with, he would know deep inside, she was submissive. There would be hope. For her or for me?  

AUTHOR BIO

 
 Becca Jameson is the best-selling author of the Wolf Masters series and The Fight Club series. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. With over 50 books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to BDSM. When she isn’t writing, she can be found jogging with her dog, scrapbooking, or cooking. She doesn’t sleep much, and she loves to talk to fans, so feel free to contact her through e-mail, Facebook, or her website. …where Alphas dominate…  

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 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4995901.Becca_Jameson
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 website: http://beccajameson.com/ twitter: @beccajameson or:
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Playing by Crystal Kaswell




Title: Playing
An Inked Hearts Series Standalone
Author: Crystal Kaswell
Genre: New Adult Romance
Cover Design: RBA Designs
Release Date: January 4, 2018



Blurb

Walker Williams is my f*ck buddy.
I get his carefree smile.
I get his inked arms.
I get his massive ahem.
It’s the perfect arrangement. The cocky playboy makes me c*me. I hold onto my secrets.
No getting lost in his dark eyes. No melting into his soft embrace. No falling head over heels.
We’re playing. That’s it.
I need to think about his lips on my neck, his hands on my skin, his hard body against mine.
If he unlocks my heart, if he finds out the truth…
There’s no way he’s staying.

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Crystal Kaswell writes scorching hot new adult romance. When she isn't writing, she is chain drinking tea, binge watching Law and Order, practicing yoga, or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.

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Love for Christmas




Title: Love for Christmas
A Billionaires and SEALs Romance Box Set
Authors: Julia Kent, Cora Seton, Lynn Raye Harris,
Blair Babylon & Gina Robinson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 12, 2017



Blurb

Forget shopping. Forget baking. Forget company coming over tonight. Wouldn’t you like to unwrap these 5 alpha males for the holidays?

NYT and USA Today best-selling authors have banded together to bring you 5 romance novels and stories about love, romance, and the spirit of the season. Take a break and rip open this boxed set to cuddle up with these romantic comedy and contemporary romance books. These authors have pulled out all the stops, offering their best-selling books for one more bite at the Christmas cookie or penning ALL NEW stories about new characters and new love!

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Christmas Shopping for a Billionaire by Julia Kent
When Shannon is called to the mall to work as a sexy elf, her billionaire boyfriend, Declan, gets roped into playing Santa.

The Navy SEAL's Christmas Bride by Cora Seton
It's Christmas time at Crescent Hall, but don’t expect peace, harmony and goodwill among men. Sparks are going to fly in an epic battle of the sexes, military style!

HOT Package by Lynn Raye Harris
When the woman who once walked out on him drops back into his life three days before Christmas, HOT operator Billy "the Kid" Blake risks everything to help her thwart a conspiracy.

All I Want for Christmas Is You by Blair Babylon—BRAND NEW! NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED!
A Killer Valentine concert in Paris for Christmas. One chance to find true love. And then the lead singer holds out his hand and pulls Brodie up on stage to play the guitar. What if everything went impossibly, catastrophically right?

The Billionaire's Christmas Vows by Gina Robinson
JINGLE, JINGLE, JINGLE! HEAR THOSE WEDDING BELLS RING… No one is feeling the holiday stress more than Kayla Green. Six months pregnant, she's "married" to Seattle's youngest billionaire Justin Green. But they've never actually said their vows to each other. This Christmas, Kayla wants to give Justin something money can't buy—proof that her love is real and forever, Christmas Eve wedding vows complete with a legal marriage license.





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Scarred by Willow Winters




Title: Scarred
A #sinsandsecrets Series Novel
Author: Willow Winters
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 5, 2017



Blurb

She made me a better man, but I still wasn’t good enough to keep her.
Born and raised in Brooklyn, with sleeve tattoos, ripped muscle and a cold-hearted stare, I am who I am.  The bad boy she knew to stay away from.
I knew we were never supposed to last.  But the way her lips tasted, the way her curves felt under my hands…  I couldn’t let go. I did everything I could to keep her.
I put on a ring on her finger and straightened out my life.  All for her.
I should’ve known better.
One mistake tore us apart and I don’t know what I can do to salvage what we once had.
I knew it wasn’t supposed to last, but if I could make her stay with me once...  I can do it again.
Watch me. I love my sweetheart; I’m not losing her again.







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Excerpt

Evan

Damn me for what I’ve done,
Hate me for the lie.
Let the web weave and thread,
But don’t let what we have die.

I know it in my blood,
She’s mine to keep and hold.
I’ll stop fighting only once,
When I’m dead and cold.

The piles of dirt are getting larger. The metal shovels pierce the frozen soil. The sound cuts through my bones, one and then another and another.
It’s been constant as I stand here, helpless. I’ve never been colder, the wind and bitter snow beseiging my body, but I still don’t move.
I can’t take my eyes from the two graves.
The shovels spill the dirt, the piles mounting as my eyes drift to the tombstones.
The first my father, a man who died before his time. A death of tragedy.
And then to my wife’s. My love’s. Gone before her time. No one believes me. He put her there. James killed her.
My eyes pop open wide when I hear Kat whisper, “It’s all your fault.”

I wake up breathless, my heart pounding and I swear I can feel Kat’s hot breath on my neck even though I’m alone. My eyes dart around the room as I slowly lift my body into a sitting position on the bed.
Just a terror. The same as last night.
I’m quick to grab the video monitor for the security system from the nightstand and flick the button on to bring it to life. I had it installed after the break-in.
It’s only when I see Kat in our bed, that my heart starts to calm, and my heated skin seems to succumb to the chill of reality.
She’s okay.
I close my eyes and when I open them, it’s an image of her rolling over in bed. To my side. My fingers brush the glass where she is. I’ll be there soon. I’ll be with her and it’ll all be over. I won’t let her down.






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Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!

Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!

You've Got Fail by Celia Aaron

Title: You've Got Fail
Author: Celia Aaron
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 26, 2017
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Model: Allen C
Designer: Perfect Pear
I single-handedly built the hottest website for dating and relationship advice. Got a question? Scarlet Rocket can answer it for you. I was your modern day agony aunt with the solutions to all your pesky personal problems. The only issue? I was actually a man named Willis Halloran, not the female Scarlet Rocket. I thought my secret was safe. But then a sexy con artist calling herself Scarlet Rocket began showing up at society events, pretending to be me. I couldn’t let it go, so I tracked her down and confronted her. It went well … except for the part where she stole my wallet. Oh, and the part where she conned my agent into having us work together. And after that? Let’s just say she wound up stealing something much more valuable than my wallet or my [fake] name.
Celia Aaron is a recovering attorney who loves romance and erotic fiction. Dark to light, angsty to funny, real to fantasy—if it’s hot and strikes her fancy, she writes it. Want a free bestselling book? 
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Law & Beard by Lani Lynn Vale

Title: Law & Beard
Series: The Dixie Warden Rejects #8
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance 
Release Date: March 8, 2018
Photographer: Furious Fotog Cover Model: Joe Adams
Winnie thinks she has the perfect life. Two beautiful, healthy children. A police officer husband. A job that she loves. Oh, and let’s not forget that she’s a nationally ranked marathon runner. Fast forward six months, and her perfect life has imploded. Winnie finds herself in a completely new world, and this new world is a brutal bitch. In this new life of hers, her husband is gone. He realizes, at the worst possible time, that he’s no longer in love with her. He’s in love with her best friend. So he leaves, and doesn’t look back. Her sixteen-year-old daughter is in trouble with the law, and she’s barely making ends meet thanks to losing the job that was keeping her and her tiny family afloat. Then, the last thing that could make it all bearable, her running, is ripped out from under her, too. Thanks to a spinal stroke that leaves her unable to walk, let alone run, she’s having to relearn how to do the simplest of tasks—such as putting on her own pants. She’s at the lowest of lows, and the last thing she wants is a sexy, bearded, motorcycle riding alpha to tell her how to live her life. But Steel Cross never asks her what she wants. *** The moment Steel Cross sees Winnie’s daughter steal some shoes for her younger brother, he knows he’s in trouble. He’s a sucker for misunderstood teens. After all, he was once one himself. He knows he can’t just walk away, and the moment he sees that troubled teen’s mother, he doesn’t just know it, he feels it. Down to the very bottom of his soul. With his share of hard knocks, he knows that he shouldn’t step in and make his move on a fellow police officer’s ex. There’s a code, after all, yet he just can’t seem to help himself. He’s done being the good guy. Sometimes he just wants to be bad. And Winnie makes him realize that being bad is still kind of good. As long as you’re with the right person.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 8, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.
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