BOOK BLITZ: Alpha Bully by Renee Rose #NewAdult #PNR

Alpha Bully
Renee Rose
Publication date: September 4th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

USA Today bestselling author Renee Rose delivers on this intense bully romance with a paranormal twist.

SHE RUINED EVERYTHING… I WILL MAKE HER PAY.

Her mom robbed my dad of his job. Destroyed his life.

Now I have to look at her every day.

The girl next door. A human. A hot little nerd.

She doesn’t belong here—not in Wolf Ridge, not at our high school, definitely not in my life.

She doesn’t know what I am.

Which makes it all the easier to take revenge.

I will bring her to her knees. Pierce her heart.

Make her bleed. For me.

All for me.

NOTE: This New Adult book features steamy scenes with characters over eighteen and is for an audience that is also over eighteen.

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EXCERPT:

I think about Pink. What I know about her now. The scent of her tears. The taste of her skin. The way her ass feels in my hands.

She gave me her vulnerability yesterday.

Robbed me of mine.

I want to still hate her. Especially after what she witnessed in front of my house.

But I don’t.

We’re in this together now. We’ve shared each other’s nightmares.

And when I took from her, she gave.

Let me kiss those swollen lips. Let me dry fuck her against a wall.

I woke up this morning thinking I needed space. Get this human off my mind before she gets even further under my skin.

I planned on pretending she didn’t exist when I saw her today. Reasoned she probably needed the space, too.

But it didn’t last. The minute I saw her, I tumbled back to where we were last night, standing between our houses under the moon.

And now I’m already itchy for more.

I need to finish this thing I started with her.

I can’t stop until I fully own Bailey Sanchez. Until she’s given me every secret, every lie, every tear. I crave the moment I take everything from her.

Crave it like my next breath.

 

MY REVIEW OF ALPHA BULLY:

5-stars!

It was only recently that I discovered a fondness for bully romances. I know they turn off a lot of people, but let me explain why I like books like this one. Cole comes across as a true alpha-hole, totally unredeemable. Until you get to know him, understand why he’s acting that way toward Bailey. Not that I condone bullying at any point, because I don’t. However, getting a look at what’s going on in his life off page so to speak, makes him seem more approachable as the hero of a romance. I liked watching his interactions with Bailey when others weren’t present, seeing the two of them grow closer.

This story is 100% erotic so definitely not for young adult readers, even though the main characters are in high school. The sex scenes weren’t just tossed in randomly, but were very well-placed and well-written. Ms. Rose used the intimate moments to bring her characters closer together.

If you enjoy a bully romance, especially one with shifters, then Alpha Bully by Renee Rose is a must read! My only lament was that it wasn’t longer. I’d hoped to get more of a glimpse of where Bailey and Cole were heading, but perhaps we’ll find out in another book at some point.

I received an ARC copy of Alpha Bully for an honest review.

 

 

Author Bio:

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She’s sold over a half million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy’s Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit the USA Today list five times with various anthologies.

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Get Off My Cloud by Anne Kane #RomCom #NewRelease #AlternateUniverse @changelingpress @AnneKane

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Six months ago, Lucas met the woman of his dreams, but after a night of amazing sex he woke up to find himself alone. Sent to rescue the daughter of a billionaire from her own folly, he discovers her to be the same woman, and this time he intends to make sure she stays put.

When Olivia discovers a herd of live dinosaurs existing on a small island in the South Pacific, she’s ecstatic. This discovery could crown her career as a paleontologist and put to rest the rumors that her daddy bought her position for her! Of course, when her father sends someone to drag her home, she’s not willing to comply and the couple must find a way to deal with the sizzling attraction between them while running from a herd of angry prehistoric beasts.

 

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Praise for Get Off My Cloud (Set in Stone)

“I really enjoyed this story – how it turned the tables on the usual “love ‘em and leave ‘em” style of man. I really enjoyed both Lucas’ and Olivia’s characters. A quick and steamy read, this was a fun short story.”

— Fern, Long and Short Reviews

 

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The voyage had been rougher than Lucas had expected. The fishing trawler he’d rented to get himself from the mainland over to the small island where the target was located had bucked and heaved on the choppy waters, at times threatening to turn itself upside down. Not an ideal ride, but it did the job. He was on the island. Now all he needed to do was locate his employer’s daughter and convince her to leave with him. Grabbing his backpack of supplies, he set out to find her.

Good thing the island was so small. As it was, it was past noon before he caught sight of a battered old canvas tent on the east side of a grassy meadow at the foot of a small hill. He made his way down to the bottom of the hill, cursing the lack of any kind of trail to follow. The low scrub bush that blanketed the area made foot travel slow going. Once he made it to the edge of the flat meadow, he paused to scout out the lay of the land. He wasn’t sure of the best way to approach the woman. She had no idea who he was, and she just might be armed. She would be perfectly justified in defending herself against an unknown male who suddenly showed up unannounced. The last thing he wanted was to engage in a shootout with his employer’s daughter.

Lucas pulled his field glasses out of his backpack and studied the base camp. Two facts immediately slammed into his disbelieving brain. Hard to tell which was more astounding. Firstly, those four-legged creatures stretching up to munch on the tops of the trees definitely did look like dinosaurs.

And secondly, Mr. Billionaire’s daughter was none other than the woman he’d spent one unbelievably fabulous night with almost half a year ago. The woman who’d seduced him, fucked him gloriously senseless and then disappeared before he managed to regain consciousness the following morning.

Hell, he’d started to think he’d dreamed the whole thing. No woman could be that gorgeously curvy, that amazingly good in bed, and then just leave without expecting anything at all from him. He hadn’t even taken her out for dinner. Or breakfast. Not that he was cynical or anything but women were expensive. They didn’t do anything without expecting some kind of payback, and they sure as hell didn’t do all the things she’d done for him and with him and to him without very high expectations.

So when she’d disappeared without a trace, he’d been speechless. Speechless and, if he were honest with himself, just a tiny bit bereft.

He’d wanted more. More of her. More of them together. Taking a deep breath, he strode across the field toward the woman who’d starred in all of his X-rated dreams for the past six months.

He could tell the exact moment she became aware of his presence. Her head came up like a deer who’d suddenly scented a predator. She turned in his direction, and her lips formed a surprised “o.”

Yeah. She remembered him all right. It was in her eyes, in the way the pink tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips, in the way her nostrils flared as if breathing itself had become an issue.

Her lips curved upward in that slow, sexy smile he remembered so well, and it sent a bolt of heat straight to his groin. Instant hard-on. Yeah. That was her, all right. Olivia. New-age hippie. The first woman to ever love him all night and leave him wanting more the next morning.

He was close enough now to look right into her eyes, to see the warmth there, the genuine happiness at seeing him again. He didn’t get it. She looked thrilled to see him now, so why had she left that morning without so much as a fleeting message, or a goodbye kiss?

 

More from Anne at Changeling Press …

Anne is a gorgeous supermodel who writes romance in her spare time while jetting around Europe with a string of boy-toys in tow.

Hmmm… no one is going to believe that. How about this?

Anne is an undercover agent for a super secret government agency and when not saving the world for democracy and all the good people, she writes romance one-handed on a special mini computer designed by a mad scientist just for her.

Yeah, that sounds way better. So, ignore the people who tell you she’s just an ordinary person with an extraordinary imagination. They’re just jealous because she gets to play with James Bond and vacation in exotic locations.

Honestly!

When she’s not busy saving the world or writing the next great novel, she likes to kayak, hike, ride motorcycles, swim, skate, practice karate, play her guitar, sing and of course, read.

You can find her online at:
Website: www.AnneKane.com
Blog: www.annekane.wordpress.com
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Emotional Rescue by Lily Vega #PNR #shifters #NewRelease @LV_Writer @changelingpress

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Alistair, a human by day and a stone gargoyle by night, goes along with a scheme that could break his curse, but he risks losing the woman of his dreams.

After being burned by love, Kendra sets her sights on her employer’s hunky gardener for a down-and-dirty romp. Their physical connection has the potential to be the emotional rescue they both need, until Kendra discovers the secrets Al’s been hiding.

 

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Praise for Emotional Rescue (Set in Stone) 

“…it’s sweet, succinct and alludes to an exciting potential future. It’s a short-shot of fun and romance with a nugget of adventure to tickle a reader’s imagination. I am glad I read this little book and think it’s a perfect afternoon indulgence.”

— Xeranthemum, Long and Short Reviews
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Copyright ©2019 Lily Vega

Kendra’s job as the personal assistant to a wealthy entrepreneur involved little more than calendar management and simple errands. A colossal waste of her MBA.

At least the generous paycheck helped to make a dent in her student loans.

Who the hell was she kidding? The real reason she’d procrastinated in applying for a better job had everything to do with her boss’s hunky gardener.

Whenever they’d spoken, the air seemed charged with current. Every time she caught a glimpse of his physique or looked into his soulful eyes, her heart sped like a rabbit spying a wolf. Since she’d met Alistair, he’d inspired a number of naughty fantasies.

Mr. Wong’s business trip to Shanghai provided the perfect opportunity for quality time with Al. The frenzied departure of her typically Zen boss could be blamed on Mercury retrograde or a zombie apocalypse. Not that she believed in astrology or zombies, but a girl could use any excuse to seize the day. A romp with the hot gardener might be just the thing to satisfy her base urges enough to allow her to break out of her comfort zone and jumpstart her career change.

She didn’t dare consider the possibilities of a long-term relationship. After discovering her two roommates doing the nasty with her boyfriend in the kitchen of their apartment, she’d stopped believing in relationships. After kicking all three of them out, she had allowed her life to become a mind-numbing rut.

Never again would she let herself be gullible enough to trust a lover. Best to stick to casual sex and her vibrator to fulfill her needs.

She peeked out the window. The lawn was lush and green. Each blade of grass stood basking in the rays of the sun. The rose bushes displayed their velvety petals. Pansies added splashes of purple, blue, and yellow to the grounds. The landscape displayed Al’s care, but the man himself was nowhere to be seen.

If he was into her, she’d limit their liaison to a one-night stand. Even if it killed her, she’d let herself have one taste and move on.

“Excuse me.” The deep rumble of Al’s voice sent a quiver from the back of her neck to the tips of her toes. “I need to water the bamboo plant behind you.”

“Of course.” When she moved out of his way, her high-heeled sandals caught the edge of the Persian rug and she stumbled.

His hand shot out to steady her. Up close, he was even better looking. At over six feet tall, he towered over her five-foot frame, making her feel petite.

She gazed into his eyes and took a deep breath of his earthy scent — fresh-cut grass with a light hint of flowers. An image of him rolling around shirtless in a meadow flashed through her mind. She clutched at his soft shirt and the muscles of his chest contracted underneath.

“Would you consider… “

“Yes.” His hand slid up her arm to caress her shoulder.

A laugh spilled from her lips and her nervousness vanished. “I didn’t finish asking the question.”

“Your wish is my command. After I water the plant, of course.” He continued to rub lazy circles on her shoulder. “Wong will skin me alive if he returns to find his favorite frond droopy.”

“How do you know it’s his favorite? The house and grounds are full of greenery and flowers.”

“The bamboo sits where he can see it while he works at his desk. An object of desire is usually kept close.” His voice went deeper on the word “desire.”

 

More from Lily at Changeling Press …

Lily Vega lives in the Midwest with her sexy husband who combines all of Dean Winchester’s best qualities with a flair for computers. She continually cultivates her dirty mind, fueling it with caffeine and craft beer. She believes all creatures, especially those of the night, deserve mind-blowing sex with a happily ever after.

Check out www.facebook.com/LilyVegaWriter for quirky posts and photos of hot guys. Visit Lily’s website at LilyVega.com and follow her on Twitter @LV_Writer.

 

 

Guarded Heart by Treva Harte #Action #RomanceBooks #NewRelease #LGBT @changelingpress

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Leo was sure Gene would see the advantages of staying in California — with Leo — once he gets Gene back home. But it looks like Gene’s only here to find out why he’s been threatened, and to make sure his only friend in the state isn’t the one making threats.

Leo knows finding out the truth could leave Gene disillusioned and in danger. It probably doesn’t matter that Leo cares a hell of a lot for the guy. Enough to protect him, find out the truth, and let Gene decide whether to stay or go.

 

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Copyright ©2019 Treva Harte

For some reason I’d thought I’d finally got Gene when he agreed to come home to California. I mean, how could you not love California? The beaches, the food, the people, even the damned smog and the occasional earthquake. I couldn’t imagine any place better. But he had the worst plane phobia I’d ever seen on anyone who actually made it onto a plane and stayed there. And motion sickness, I think. And probably just anxiety about every damn thing he was doing on this trip and why he was coming back.

The car ride from the airport had been only marginally better than the plane ride. He wasn’t turning green once we touched ground, but once he got in the rental car Gene took to crossing his arms as if to ward off a threat.

“Sorry, Leo,” he said before he got in the taxi. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was apologizing for. Being a bad traveler? Raising my hopes that once he got here, he’d be happy?

Gradually he stopped talking at all. That wasn’t like him.

I braced myself for the reaction when we entered my condo. Whatever it was, I knew it wouldn’t be what I expected. He never did what I thought he would.

He smiled.

“This isn’t a crappy place.”

“It’s no penthouse, but it’s really near the office.” I’d been lucky to get the one bedroom back when someone needed quick cash. But compared to what Gene used to live in…

I watched him head over to the patio window and look out and then try another angle for the view.

Damn it, this totally didn’t measure up to his mansion in fucking Malibu. That place was exactly what a big star, a star as big as he’d been, was supposed to be in.

A hummingbird. He reminded me of a goddamned hummingbird as he craned his neck and then stepped back. That was his usual style. Colorful, eye-catching, and darting here and there. He didn’t belong in my minimalist place — the nice way of saying I had almost no furniture beyond what was absolutely needed and the walls were painted a boring, neutral light gray. I hadn’t thought much about it until he arrived, looking out of place.

Then again, he hadn’t looked right in his cabin in Maine. That made this place look like a palace. Maybe it was just as well he hadn’t seen where I lived until he’d spent a decade living in a beaten-down shack in the middle of nowhere. Anything would look good after living there.

Damn it. I hadn’t felt self-conscious in years, and I wasn’t going to take up the habit now. “Why don’t you settle in? I need to check my email and make a few calls. Then we can have some tea — I think I have some — and figure out our next moves.” I tried to sound casual. Orders weren’t going to work with Gene, especially a jumpy Gene. But I already knew what needed to be done. We could wrap this up in a few hours at worst if what I thought happened actually had. And if it hadn’t, then what was going on would be a damned unusual event.

“Maybe a shower. I’ve probably sweated my shirt through.” Gene looked faintly embarrassed. “I haven’t been on a plane in a long time. For good reason.”

“Really? I had no idea.”

“Smartass.” Gene grinned and then headed toward the bathroom without asking for directions. It didn’t take much to figure out where it had to be. My condo wasn’t a lot bigger than his cabin.

I fought the sudden drive of lust when I saw that grin and then I had to fight following him into the shower. I had work to do, even though that pull of sex was almost too strong. How the hell did he do that? I usually had more self-control.

I needed that self control as I began to go through the emails I needed to answer. Most of it was routine, thank God, because I began to think about other things — namely, what happened next. Once we wrapped his problem up, then what? How would Gene take a theft from the one person he trusted back here? And what possible reason would we have to see each other afterward?

Not just theft, but attempted murder. Whoever had threatened him had followed through, however badly, by hiring someone who used a teenager to shoot off a BB gun into Gene’s house. A half-assed attempt was still an attempt. The threats, the shooting — I didn’t know why that was supposed to cover up embezzlement, if that was the issue, but lots of thieves didn’t think things out properly.

But the thing was, once we found out it was his agent, Gene would have no reason to ever come back to California. He hated it now. And California was my home.

Why the fuck did I care? It wasn’t like we were long-time lovers. Gene had hired me a second time after we hadn’t seen each other in a decade. Shit, after he’d fired me and disappeared. We’d just barely started to be friendly fuck buddies this time around. So I’d been a little hung up on him for the past few years. More like ten years, but…

“All right. I’m almost feeling human again,” Gene announced, his voice at my elbow as he bent over to see what I was doing. “Let’s hit the tea and discuss things.”

I looked at him all showered, clothed, and perky and I wasn’t thinking about tea. He smiled again, slowly, as he assessed my stare.

“Unless you have a better idea,” he said.

 

More from Treva at Changeling Press …

Treva Harte has always been an overachiever. She also collects things. First it was degrees. First a B.A. in English, then she decided to go back for a Master’s degree. Not content with that, she added a J.D. Since then she’s added a husband, also an attorney, and two children to her collection. She’s continuing her ways as an overachiever, writing her wonderfully offbeat tales of passion and possibilities — in her spare time.

Visit her website at www.trevaharte.com.

 

RENEGADE (Devil’s Boneyard MC) by Harley Wylde #MCromance #bikerbooks #BIKERS #NewAdult #singlemom #NewRelease #preorder @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress

 

Renegade (Devil’s Boneyard MC)

by Harley Wylde

Publisher: Changeling Press

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

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ABOUT THE BOOK

Darby: At fifteen, I thought I knew everything. Having been in foster care all my life, not much scared me. I’d already faced monsters parading around as upstanding citizens. But life hadn’t prepared me for a biker who would lure me in, kidnap me, and abuse me for five years. I got Fawn out of it, my precious girl, and a lot of bad memories. Being tossed into a dumpster and left to die wasn’t at the top of my list, but Renegade found me. I’ve never had a man be kind to me or my daughter before — especially not a biker — and I’m not sure what to think. I want to trust him, but I don’t want to give him my heart only to have him turn out like every other man I’ve ever known. It would break me.

Renegade: I lost my family a long time ago, and I vowed I’d never have another. I still have Nikki, my baby sis, and that’s enough. My club is a family, but that’s different. I trust them, and in my own way I love them, but it’s not the same as having a wife and kids. I’ll never go down that path. Then I found Fawn and her mother, Darby, thrown away like unwanted trash. Yeah, Fate’s laughing her ass off right now. They’re in my home, and slowly worming their way under my skin. Hearing their story is enough to make my blood boil and send rage flooding through me. I’ll exact revenge for all they’ve suffered, and then they’ll truly be free, able to move on without fear of being taken again. Except… I might not want to let them go.

WARNING: This story contains violence, bad language, and really hot sex. While there are abuse themes, nothing is told in great detail.

 

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EXCERPT
© 2019, Harley Wylde

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I fucking hated this time of year. The pumpkins and shit didn’t bother me, it was more the memories attached to the month of October that got to me. Today especially. My parents and brother had been gone for fourteen years but time didn’t make the pain lessen any, which was why I was at the liquor store restocking my beer, rum, and picking up a bottle of vodka. Time didn’t heal all wounds, but at least alcohol would numb me enough to make it through to tomorrow. I knew my sister, Nikki, still had trouble with this day as well, but she’d suffer on her own or with friends. I didn’t see her as often as I’d like, but I tried to keep her away from the club. She garnered too much interest when she came around, and I didn’t want to beat on my brothers.

I set the items on the counter and the woman popped her gum and held out her hand. I took out my wallet and pulled out a few twenties, but she shook her head.

“ID.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I demanded. “I’m forty-four years old and I don’t look old enough to buy this shit?”

“Sorry. I don’t make the rules.” She pointed to the sign behind her. We have the right to refuse service for any reason. ID will be required for all purchases.

I growled as I jerked my license from my wallet and threw it on the counter. The last thing I needed right now was someone hassling me over my purchase. It wasn’t the first time I’d been carded and wouldn’t be the last, I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it right now. While it was the law to card everyone, I’d noticed none of my brothers who actually looked their age ever dealt with this shit.

The woman looked at the ID, scratched at the surface, and gave me one of those disbelieving looks.

“It’s not a fake,” I said. “Who the fuck fakes the age of forty-four?”

My mother had once said that there would come a time I would like looking younger than my actual years. So far, that hadn’t proven true. It was fucking annoying.

She handed the license back and took my money, then rang up the alcohol. By the time I was walking out of the store, I was livid, but I knew it wasn’t really the woman’s fault. She’d been doing her job and not intentionally hassling me. It was just this shitty day. I’d brought my truck, knowing what I wanted to buy wouldn’t fit in the saddlebags on my bike, and stashed the rum, vodka and two cases of beer in the back seat, then pulled a can from one of the boxes. Before I could pop the top, a sound drew my attention. A scuff or scratching noise. I set the beer down and slowly crept toward the side of the building, pausing at the corner. Might just be a stray scrounging for food, or it could be trouble. A liquor store at night had a tendency to draw in the bad elements. Wouldn’t be the first time the place had been robbed, or someone had been held up in the parking lot.

There was a shuffle and something kicked a can. Dog? I listened harder and heard what sounded like a human’s footsteps. I reached for the gun at the small of my back, pulling it before I edged around the building, my finger on the trigger guard of my Sig. Very little light pierced the darkness, but I saw a small shadow moving. It wasn’t very big. I didn’t know if I was about to be ambushed by someone trying to hide themselves, or if there was actually someone in need of help. Moving in closer, my heart nearly stopped when I saw the dirty face of a little girl. Long, red hair hung in a tangle down her back, and I noticed her feet were bare. A quick glance didn’t show anyone else in the area, but I was hesitant to put away my weapon. Wouldn’t be the first time some asshole used a kid to lure in a victim.

“Is your mom or dad here?” I asked, trying to keep my tone as non-threatening as possible.

The little girl pointed to the dumpster and began walking that way. She stopped in front of it and lifted a hand to the opening on top. I braced myself in case someone leapt from inside to attack, but as I neared the metal container and peered inside, my breath stalled in my lungs. Holy shit!

“That your sister?” I asked the girl.

She shook her head.

“Your momma?” I asked again, barely believing the woman who was likely dead was old enough to be a mother. Then again, maybe she just aged really well. At first glance, I’d thought she was maybe sixteen or seventeen. Wouldn’t be the first time a kid had given birth, if she really was as young as she appeared, but I hoped that wasn’t the case. Kids should have a chance to be exactly that — kids.

The little girl nodded.

“All right. I’m going to put my gun away and I’m going to get your mom out of there. Can you step back so you don’t get hurt?”

She stared at me a moment before shuffling back a step, then another. It was eerie that she hadn’t said a word, but at least she’d obeyed. I climbed the side of the container and reached inside, pressing my fingers against the pulse point in the woman’s throat. I exhaled sharply when I realized she was still alive, and carefully extracted her. She shivered in my arms, her body barely covered except for the dried blood and bruises coating her skin. Her clothes were cut or ripped, exposing enough of her that I worried what might have happened to her. I hoped whatever asshole had done this to her would suffer.

“I’m going to get your mom some help. Can you follow me to my truck?” I asked the little girl.

She slowly approached and reached out to grip my jeans. She held on as I carried her mother to the front parking lot. The door to my truck was still ajar. If it weren’t for the club’s colors I’d added to my tailgate, someone likely would have boosted it. Most people around here didn’t want to fuck with the club and gave us a wide berth.

I balanced the woman as I shoved the alcohol to the floor, not even caring at this point if the damn vodka and rum busted other than the fumes it would create. Whatever these two had been through was far worse than the demons I fought on this day every year.

“Get in. I’m going to buckle your mom up front,” I told the little girl.

 

ABOUT HARLEY

 

HarleyWyldeShort. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith.

 

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Bind Me, Sir by Lynn Burke #BDSM #NewRelease #billionaire #RomanceBooks #eroticromance @AuthorLynnBurke

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Bind Me, Sir

Bonds of Worship 1

By Lynn Burke

Release Date: September 3, 2019

#BDSM #Erotic #Romance #Billionaire #Series #HEA

Blurb:

As part of the British peerage, Jordan Graystone knows what it’s like to live in the public eye. Which is why he holds hard limits when it comes to scening with submissives—no kissing, no penetration. Both lead to unwanted emotions and women attempting to take more than he’s willing to give.

Entrusted with the care of raising her younger sister is a responsibility Natalie Perez doesn’t take lightly. She focuses solely on her troubled ward, putting aside her own desires even when confronted with the temptation Jordan promises—fulfilling her fantasies to be bound and worshiped upon an old church’s altar.

Secretly snapping a photo ends in a confrontation that arouses Natalie to the point of turmoil—and Jordan past the point of caring about limits. He’s determined to give Natalie the release she needs, but her obligation threatens to rip apart his plans for more than their agreed upon one night.

Will Natalie’s selfless dedication to her sister be the key to bind her and Jordan together or the fault that tears them apart?

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A flick of the lights flooded the room in brightness, and I blinked until he dimmed them enough I could glance around the church’s interior. It appeared the same as the first time I’d trespassed—dark and seductive, the excitement of the unknown heightening my pulse and breath.

Jordan released my hand, and I clutched my arms around my middle as he flipped the switch on a lone electric candle in the front window.

“To let others know the church is occupied,” he explained once he turned to find my brow furrowed in question. He took his time lighting candles around the room, and eventually flicked off the dimmed overhead lights and stood before me.

A shudder rippled over me at the look in his eyes, a darker blue, like the sky at twilight, full of unknown, lurking shadows. He stared at my lips and tugged me close. I dropped my arms to my sides, unsure of what to do but trusting him to tell me.

“We need to talk about a few things first, okay, love?”

The pet name, the accent in his low tone, nearly buckled my knees. I managed a nod, swallowing against the dryness in my throat as I stared at his lips.

“Do you have any experience in this lifestyle?”

I shook my head.

“Are you a virgin?”

Heat flooded my cheeks, and even though I’d only experienced sex a handful of times, I’d never enjoyed it as the women in the eBooks Lily insisted I read. I shook my head once more, too embarrassed to admit the truth of my lackluster sex life.

“Do you know what a safeword is?” he continued with the questioning, and my face heated even more at memories of the last book I’d devoured the evening before.

“Like traffic lights?” I whispered.

A twinkle lit in his eyes. “Yes. Tell me what each color means.”

“Green means go.” I swallowed. “Yellow is slow down, I need to think. Red means stop.”

He nodded. “You’re in control, Natalie. I will learn your body, your tells, but you decide what will or won’t happen tonight, okay, love?”

He would learn my body…

God, yes.

I nodded.

“Tell me—” Jordan turned me to face the room, his hands on my waist as he pressed against my back, his chin on my shoulder “—what part of this room excites you the most?”

Gulping, I glanced at the altar. “Everything,” I whispered rather than admit to the truth.

“Instruments of pain?”

The rack of items including a crop and flogger snagged my attention, but I wasn’t sure about pain other than the idea of his hand prints on my backside.

“The cross?”

I eyed the St. Andrew’s cross, flinching at the memory of a woman I’d read about being strapped to such a contraption, angry red marks across her thighs and lower back.

“The bed?”

Rings on the sturdy posts drew my focus, and I licked my lower lip.

“The altar?”

My breath caught, nipples aching as I studied the table meant for worshiping God and the ungodly images flashing in my head of being tied down—open and unable to move. Bound for a dominant’s pleasure—Jordan’s pleasure.

“Mmm.” His hot breath caressed my ear. “You do want to be strapped down to the altar, don’t you?”

I jerked my head in agreement, a million butterflies fluttering my stomach.

Jordan steered me closer with his hands on my hips, stopping me right in front of the padded altar. Coils of rope sat atop it, and I gulped at the thought of abrasions on my wrists and ankles—not that I had any intention of fighting whatever he wished to do to me.

“Tell me what you want, Natalie,” he said, his breath once again hot against my ear.

Dare I? I hesitated, embarrassed to admit what I’d fantasized about. My gaze flitted to the bed once more and the lengths of black silk draped over the bed’s foot.

“Answer me.”

I jerked my focus back on the altar and flicked my tongue out to moisten my lips. “Bind me, Sir.”

© Lynn Burke 2019

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Dirty Daddies
(Anniversary Anthology)
Publication date: August 30th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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Long Distance Daddy by Rayanna Jamison and Allysa Hart
Sylvie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 26 by Pepper North
Detective Daddy by Kara Kelley
Little Leigh by Golden Angel
Daddy’s Little Liar by Maren Smith
Daddy’s Precious Girl by Katie Douglas
An Odd Little Girl by J.M. Dabney
Cry For Daddy by Aubrey Cara
Lindsay’s Secret by Emily Tilton
Dom Fitness by Brianna Hale
Daddy’s Naughty Darling by Laylah Roberts

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Sylvie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 26 by Pepper North

Her blue eyes widened as Kane stepped into the shower stall. His body made the space instantly become smaller and more intimate. When he paused outside of the shower spray, she knew that he was giving her permission to look at him. Sylvie scanned over just the right amount of chest hair scattered across his broad torso and tight stomach.

“Oh, my,” burst from her lips as her eyes traced his massive erection that proudly pressed upward. As a doctor, she knew the average size of a male’s penis. Kane’s shaft far overshadowed the average. His low laugh made her eyes jump back to his face in embarrassment. “Honey, I’m glad you like looking at your daddy. Let’s get you clean before you catch a chill.” He set the bottles on the shelf and guided Sylvie into the spray of the warm water. “Let’s start with your hair, honey. Tilt your head back into the water to get it wet.”

Once her hair was dripping wet, he turned her around so that he could spread the thick shampoo on her drenched locks. Taking his time to rub her scalp gently and work the cleanser through the length of her hair, Kane smiled as she moaned her approval of his technique.

When she teetered unsteadily on the wet shower floor, he guided her hands back to hold on to the sides of his hips for stability. Before long, her slippery back and bottom were fully pressed into the warm skin of his body. They both enjoyed the feel of their bodies flush against the other.

Turning her to allow Sylvie to tilt her head back under the showerhead to rinse her hair, Kane automatically stepped forward to allow her arching body to press against him for balance once again. They both groaned as their bodies meshed perfectly with each other. Her long legs presented the valley between her thighs just at the level of his rigid penis. His organ strongly twitched against her sparse brown curls as her pelvis pressed to his. Their torsos pressed against each other as Kane reached around her to coax the suds from her hair. The tips of her small breasts urgently poked into his chest.

Kane gritted his teeth as he focused on taking care of his Little girl. His desires were secondary to tending Sylvie. With her hair free of the sticky hairspray that had secured her hair in the fancy up-do, Kane opened the bubblegum scented body wash. Immediately, the corners of Sylvie’s mouth turned up in a smile.

Happily, she giggled as Kane washed her face, erasing the makeup from her skin. Instantly, she looked younger and more innocent. Kane smiled as his Little girl emerged from the shell of the glamorously dressed physician. She was so beautiful. Unable to resist, Kane pressed a hard kiss to those pink, parted lips.

Passion flared hot between them. Kane deepened the kiss, sweeping into the warmth of her mouth with his tongue. Teasing her tongue with his, Kane blindly spread more of the sweet-smelling soap over her torso. The slick body wash allowed his fingers to slide over her skin easily. Cupping her small breasts, Kane brushed his thumbs roughly over her clenched nipples, drawing a shiver of arousal from the slender woman in front of him.

He kissed a path down her sensitive neck as his fingers washed her lower abdomen. He wrapped one hand around her body to support her lower back as his fingers combed through her sparse pubic hair into her slick, intimate folds. His Little was eager for his touch.

Kane could feel her eager trembling as his fingers explored her. Without urging, her feet moved further apart to allow him to touch her body. When that supporting hand began to spread the sweet body wash between her small buttocks, Sylvie bucked forward against his pelvis. His finger automatically traced down the inner crease of her buttocks to press against her nerve-rich secret entrance.

“Kane?” Sylvie’s voice sounded small and unsure.

“Call me Daddy, honey. It’s okay. Daddies get their Littles clean all over. Even here.” His finger pressed into the tight opening slightly, drawing a gasp in reaction from Sylvie. He could feel her heat rise between her legs as her pelvis pressed hard against him, grinding against his erection. There was no doubt, his Little had a very sensitive bottom.

An Odd Little Girl by J.M. Dabney

“Come here, baby girl,” I ordered as I patted my thighs. “Bring your teddy.” My girl looked like she needed a short nap and backrub. She shuffled toward the couch with her bear swinging at her side from where she held his paw. When she started to sit beside me, I grabbed her hips and shifted her until she fell onto my lap.

Her skirt flew up for a split second exposing white cotton panties, and she sat right on my cock. I was a grown-ass man, I could control myself, and all that mattered to me was easing her discomfort. I could tell her back was stiff. I wrapped my hands around her sides and pushed on her lower spine with the pads of my thumbs.

“Lean forward a bit,” I ordered as I slipped my hands beneath her dress to get to her soft skin. She bent all the way over and hugged her teddy to her. I massaged every knot and paid attention to the spots that seemed to pain her, easing my touch as I focused on them. Her moans traveled over my body as tangible as soft fingertips. The more I worked her muscles, her body went limp, until finally, I sensed she was asleep.

I gently lifted her until she was lying on my chest. I shifted her until I cradled her in my arms with her face buried against my neck. I brought my leg upward to rest my ankle on my knee, and I cupped her bottom in my big hand as I rocked my baby girl. Her stuffie was held tight in the curl of her left arm. She nuzzled and her right hand fisted in my t-shirt at the base of my spine.

A sense of peace came over me at simply having my baby girl cradled in my arms as she slept. I wasn’t ashamed of my sappy smile as I looked down, shifting enough to see her beautiful face. I traced the perfect sweep of her auburn brows and the shadow of her lashes on her rounded cheeks. Her plump lips were slightly parted. I lowered my head the few inches that separated our mouths and brushed the little, sleepy tilt of her lips.

She wiggled in her sleep, and the hem of her dress eased upward exposing her innocent, white panties that hugged the roll of her lower belly. My cock jerked at the nest of dark curls showing through the cotton. The fabric conformed to her plump crease. I tightened my hand on her fleshy hip, and my fingers sunk into the curve as I suppressed the need to wake her up by rubbing her nub. I didn’t touch her, and I wouldn’t play with her little pussy until I heard her beg Daddy to take her.

Before I made her mine, we had to talk about what belonging to me meant. For her, I’d even rein in my Daddy tendencies because she was more important than a title to me. Whether she called me Daddy or not, she’d always be my little girl. After just a few days, she owned me as much I would her.

 

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