Nov 24, 2014

Release Day: K Webster - Mistake




MISTAKE
Author: K Webster
Series: Breaking the Rules Series, #4 ~ Standalone
Genre: Erotic Romance
~ SYNOPSIS ~
Opal Redding has led a life full of mistakes. She left home at an early age to pursue a dream and follow her sister to the big city. Unfortunately, that dream turned into a nightmare when she landed in the clutches of the evilest and vilest of men. 

Luckily, she escaped. 

Now, four years later, Opal has buckled down and focused on never making mistakes that hurt her or those around her ever again. She went after her college degree and the sexy investment banker, Trent Sutton.

For four long years, she cultivated their friendship in hopes of, one day, running off into the sunset with her prince. 

As graduation nears, Trent finally notices her as a desirable woman and not just a friend. All of her hard work is finally paying off. The white picket fence and two point five kids are within her grasp.

Until she meets him.

Thad Sutton lives in the shadow of his brother. Fresh out of rehab with a hopeful outlook on life, Thad meets Opal and is drawn to her more than any drug ever could. But is she toxic to his recovery?

When Opal is faced with a decision between two brothers, the right choice and the awful choice, she finds her resolve to have a perfect life begin to falter.

Will she choose the right path? Or will she make the biggest mistake of her life?



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~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~ 
K Webster 

I love my husband of 11 years and sweet kids. My passions include reading, writing, graphic design, and shopping! I absolutely love social media and the power of how it connects people all over the world. You can usually find me easily on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

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Nov 21, 2014

Cover Reveal-- Blindsided by Emma Hart

Emma Hart's brand new series BY HIS GAME starts off with this explosive first book Blindsided!







RELEASE DATE: January 12, 2015


SYNOPSIS


From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…


Two people. Two agendas. Two games.

What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the secret It-Girl of fashion?

As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the last thing she needs.

The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen, filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass without putting a hair out of place.




Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do that is to give him what he wants.

If only it was that simple.


When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is thrown into disarray.

And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.





EXCERPT

Leah’s Great Aunt Ada has been staring at me all night. I’m hovering somewhere between cute and creepy, because she has the most adorable little grin she shoots my way whenever I catch her looking. Crow’s feet appear at the corners of her eyes, and her cheeks flush just a little.

I think she might have a crush on me.

Again, hovering between cute and creepy.

“Aunt Ada. Will you please stop looking at him like he’s dessert?” Leah sighs, taking Ada’s plate from in front of her.

“Stop hooking up with Bert? Whoever is Bert?” Ada replies, looking genuinely confused.

I quirk my eyebrow, and Grace leans across the table. “Hearing aid, Ada.”

The old woman blinks, then slips her hand into her pocket. She pulls out a small, nude-colored device and fits it to her ear. “Now, Lele, what was that you were saying about hooking up with Bert?”

Lele?

Leah catches my eye and gives me a death stare. “I didn’t say anything about Bert. I asked you to stop looking at Corey like he’s dessert.”

“He isn’t?”

I cough into my hand.

“Ada, it’s late. I think you should, perhaps, go to bed now.” Grace winks at me and stands.

“But we haven’t danced.”

“People don’t dance at dinner now, Aunt Ada,” Leah tells her. “They eat, they drink, they go home.”

“Well, how boring. You young’uns don’t know how to have a good time.”

Grace swoops Ada out of the kitchen with her still muttering about ‘kids today.’

“Oh, they do,” Leah murmurs, loading the dishwasher. “They just don’t invite old people along.”

I grin. “Do you need any help?”

She shakes her head instead of answering me verbally. She hasn’t said a fucking word to me since she rebuffed my offer of a date. Even through dinner, she managed to contribute to the conversation without directing a single sentence at me.

And it’s slowly starting to really, really piss me off.

I watch her scrape the plates into the trash then bend over and put them in the dishwasher. Her dress rides up her legs, the hem hovering at the very top of her thighs. If she bends over another half an inch, her underwear will be fully exposed to me. So will her ass, and if she’s that kind of girl, maybe her pussy, too.

My cock twitches at the thought. Fuck—I want to go over there and see. I want to flick that stupid fucking dress up and see what kind of underwear she wears, and if that doesn’t make me hard imagining it…

“Are you staring at my ass?” she asks, her words slicing through the silence easily but sharply.

“On a scale of one to ten, how honestly do you want me to answer that?”

“Very honestly.”

My eyes coast over her smooth skin. “About a fifty.”

She slams the dishwasher shut and turns. “Seriously? Is me telling you to cut the crap an open invitation to ogle me?”

“No, but you wearing a dress that short and bendin’ over is.”

Her lips thin. “And you wonder why I won’t go out with you.”

“Maybe I’m not bothered.”

“Yeah?” She rests her hands flat on the table opposite me and leans over. “So why’ve you been looking at me all evening like I’m a math puzzle you can’t figure out?”

“Because you confuse the fuck out of me.” I hold her gaze. “One night you don’t want me. The next, you’re in my arms, fucking whimpering into my mouth. Then not even twenty-four hours later, you’re tellin’ me where to go. That’s why I keep looking at you.” My eyes drop to her tits. “That and you’re hot as hell.”

She stares at me until I bring my eyes back up to hers. “Wow. And that right there is why I just told you ‘no’ when you asked me out.”

She pushes off the table and stalks away from me.

“What the hell are you so mad for?” I get up and follow her out to the back yard. “You’re the one sending me more messages than I can keep up with!”

“Then this is the last one!” she yells, turning to face me. “No. That’s the message, Corey, all right? I can’t go out with you. I cannot be seen in public with you. I do not need the media craziness that will come with being associated with you.”

“You’re Grace Veronica’s daughter. They photograph you getting a coffee, for fuck’s sake!”

“And that’s why I don’t need more attention!” She runs her fingers through her blonde hair. “I just don’t, okay?”

“Why? It makes no sense.”

“It does to me.” Her eyes soften and she wraps her arms around her waist. “It’s dangerous for me, okay? I can’t explain why, so you have to accept that as it is. You have to take my no for a no and just leave it alone.”

“See, that’s where the problem is. I can’t,” I say, moving closer to her. She doesn’t move. “I wanted you the moment I saw you in the bar. I wanted to fuck you, Leah. I still do. I’d love nothin’ more than to have your body beneath mine right fuckin’ now. But you turned me down with that sassy mouth of yours, and now I’m intrigued by you.”

“Intrigued by me? There’s nothing to be intrigued by. I’m pretty boring.”

“You’re wrong,” I mutter, dipping my face close to hers without touching her. “I want to get under your skin, darlin’. I want to consume you. Even if it’s only for a night. I want to finish what I set out to start when I walked up to you in that bar.”

“You can’t.” She swallows.

“I can and I will,” I echo her words from earlier. “I won’t leave you alone, Leah. I will pursue you until I get what I want. Until I get you.”

“You won’t. Get me.”

I cup her jaw and brush my nose along it. “I want you, Leah. And I always get what I want.”




ABOUT THE AUTHOR

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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Nov 20, 2014

Release Day Blitz--Twisted Fate by Laura Dunaway

Twisted Fate

A Twisted Prequel 

by Laura Dunaway
 November 20, 2014
Synopsis
What should have been a night of celebration would, instead, turn out to be a nightmare.
Penelope Santoro was celebrating. It was her best friend Kimberly's twenty-first birthday and they were determined to make it the night of their lives. When the tall dark stranger at the bar approached her, Penny couldn't take her eyes off of him. When Kimberly invited him to join the party, it seemed like her night was starting off right.
Tag Reynolds wasn’t celebrating. He had a job to do and wouldn't rest until it was completed. What he hadn’t expected was his next assignment. He'd spent years earning his boss' trust and felt like it was for nothing when he learned what was in store for him next.
When Tag and Penny's worlds collide, neither one expected the events that happened next. For fans of Twisted Desire, here is a peek into the night that changed everything.











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"Our world is no place for someone like Penelope Santoro."

I loved Twisted Desire, so when I heard that Laura was writing a prequel, I was so excited! I was so happy to learn how everything went down before Penny was kidnapped.

This also just made my love for Tag Reynolds even more abundant. Even though he didn't want to do this aduction, he wasn't going to let Penny be harmed. He was determined to get her out of  his boss, Roman's, hands. It's amazing that he felt a connection to her from the start. 

You also see what Penny is like in day to day life. I was curious as to the kind of person she was without it being a scary situation. It let you see the way she was with her friends, especially Kimbery. That girl really is something else. One thing stayed the same...I still love Penny. She's a strong person and you want that in a female character.

I liked everythng about this novella. It was a perfect insight into the night that everything happened. From the time that Roman gave Tag the orders, to Derek wooing her in the club, and then the capture at the end. Great job, Laura!!!

"I was no longer in any hurry to set my old plan in motion. Now that I had her in my arms, I didn't want to let her go."





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Laura Dunaway lives in Utah with her prince of 18 years and her three amazing children. Family comes first to Laura, even before reading and writing.
While she's always had a passion for reading and writing, it wasn't until a few years ago that she finally realized she should pursue her dream of writing and publishing a book.
After many many attempts at starting one, her first book, Distorted, was finally the one that flowed and before she knew it, she'd written The End. Discovering Lucy is her second book and she has written a novella Love, Nick that is part of the Nighttides Anthology. She has just released her third book, Twisted Desire. Now, Laura is woking on Twisted Fate, a prequel to Twisted Desire.








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The Game Blitz by HJ Bellus

Today is the day!  Chapter 1 of THE GAME.  Find out who the blonde beauty is who gives Levi THE GAME of his life.

Who is ready for THE Game ?  

Who wants to win a $100 Amazon Gift card?
Read the details below and make sure to follow each step for your chance to win!  Winner announced on December 16th.  


HOW TO WIN...

Send a screenshot of your pre-order confirmation of 
THE Game to hjbellus@gmail.com.   

Subject line MUST read  
THE Game  to be eligible.  All entries

without this subject line will be disqualified.  Please make sure to add the photo to the body of the e-mail. Attachments will not be opened. Winner will be chosen on release day, December 16th at release day party.  Watch for the link to be revealed in the NEAR future. Contest is limited to USA only.




Make sure to join my Facebook event for release day!


Is Levi Wilks ready for her? Is he ready for 

“The Game” of his life? 




Review

I can not express the love I have for Levi's story! I'm so happy that we get to see the side of Levi Wilks that no one else can see. 

HJ Bellus has done it again! If you have read That Girl, then you met Levi. Everyone has an opinion about him. Some say he's moody. Some say that he's just a huge a-hole that needs to get a reality check. But there are few, like me, that see him as beautifully broken. 

When his football career is put on hold, Levi thinks it's the final nail in his coffin. How much more could he possibly go through? He never thought he would see a bright day again...until he saw HER.

Who is this "HER"? You've got to read it to find out;) ADD THIS TO YOUR TBR!!!!

This is a book you don't want to miss!! Another amazing story, HJ!!!

***Full review will come on release day!***


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Chapter 1

Levi


     “Surgery went well, Levi, but it looks like you’ll still be out about two full months. You should be back on the field mid-season. My advice is to rest up and follow your physical therapy to perfection.”


     “Two months?” I question, hoping I heard him wrong.

     “Levi, your body can’t take many more hits, and it definitely deserves a full
recovery.”

     Trying to sit up in the bed, I begin to argue again. “But football is my…” 

     “It’s only going to take one wrong hit on your spine, and you’re done. Done, as in the
rest of your career, or finished, as in a wheelchair. Without a full recovery, your chances
of being in a wheelchair the rest of your life is heightened.” Dr. Valentine hesitates a
moment, jotting down some quick notes on a prescription pad, and then continues. “It’s
your choice, Levi. You need to give your body the time it needs to heal. I will be the
only one clearing you to play again.”

     The doctor’s words are crystal clear, and I can see none of my razzle dazzle and shit
talking will convince him otherwise. The words finished and done scare the living shit
out of me. They are my worst nightmare and truly haven’t been a reality for me until
now. I feel it every morning when I get out of bed. Muscles, bones, and joints all scream
in protest with every single movement. Just the simple act of tying my shoes has been
painful.

     I knew it would be a vicious tackle to take me out, and it was.  In a fucking preseason
game where it’s understood to take it easy on the players, especially the first string.  I
guess karma is a bitch. I saw number eighty-two flying in my direction, but chose to put
all my faith in my linemen to block him or at least hold him off until I released the ball.
There was a wide-open receiver for a gain of about twelve yards, but I wanted the long
bomb for the TD. When I saw my receiver finally open up in the end zone, it was just
about the exact time the defender took me out. Lost the ball, lost the game, and lost my
opportunity to play for two months.

     “Want me to contact your father? You’ll need someone around.”

     “No, I’m good.”

     “Levi, I can’t stress to you how important this recovery is. You’ll need someone
around for physical and mental support. I don’t think any of your blonde bombshells
will be much assistance at all.”

     His last words make me laugh because he’s absolutely right. None of my frequent
weekend entertainment is in it for the long haul. They’re all plum satisfied with a
weekend full of hot and heavy sex.

     “No, don’t call my dad. I don’t need his judgmental, overbearing ass on me.”

     “Well, you’re going to need some type of assistance over the next two months. Who
else is here in Dallas?”

     While finally being able to shift my head enough to look out the window, I answer,
“I’ll have my driver pick me up.”

     “You’ll need help, Levi.”

     “I’ll fucking take care of it.”

     Everything inside of me wants to pick up the nearest object and chuck it at the
window or the doctor’s face. Glass breaking or some bones crushing under my hands
would feel brilliant right about now. I have nothing left to live for until I can get back
out on that field.

     If I were my brother, Lincoln, I’d have a loving wife and a dog at home to comfort
me while I heal. Instead, I have trophy case after trophy case to console me—oh, and my
three Super Bowl rings. The one thing about the trophies and rings is they are amazing
and life altering to win in the heat of the moment and during the passion of the game,
but the metal grows cold mighty fast, leaving behind rapidly fading memories.

     My dad has always groomed me to be a living legend, something to talk about for
years and years. Football was and has been my only option, throwing the pigskin in the
back yard after school and on weekends, attending every single football camp within a
hundred miles of home, and watching tape after tape of game films. I could recite any
playbook when I was six years old. Lincoln, on the other hand, loves football as well,
but played it his way. He did it without dad’s approval. And that’s my biggest regret; I
wish I could’ve been strong like him. Instead, I was molded into my dad’s dream.
Feeling guilty and like a typical ass, I finally let the surgeon know I’ll be okay and
taken care of.

     “I’ll call my driver and fly back to Colorado to one of my homes.”

     “Who is there to help you?”

     “Lincoln and Lynlee.”

     “Good, I’ll set up a physical therapist for in home services. We’ll do everything on
our end to get you back out on the green.”

     “How many nights do I have to stay here?”

     “With how smoothly the surgery went, I’d just like to observe you for the next couple
days. Why don’t you make arrangements to fly out on Thursday?”

     “Fine.”

     “Do you want to call any family or friends?”

     “Nope.”

     “Then I need more pain meds.”

     Moments later a nurse walks in, and I watch as she injects something into the tube of
my IV. She’s quite the hot piece of ass. I’d definitely be tapping that shit all night long.
She even has a sweet smell covering her body that I could easily visualize myself
consuming.

     “Levi, this will make you drowsy,” she says, capping the needle.

     I can’t seem to pry my eyes from the back of her as she reaches up to dispose of the
needle and syringe in the red container.  A strip of her flesh peeks out between her
scrubs, and this narrow glimpse sets me on fire.  I find my hand willing itself to reach
out and touch her before she turns around.

      “I’ll be your night nurse, so if you need me, push this button. Oh, my name is
Ashley, so just let me know if you need anything, and I do mean anything.” She finishes
off her words with a flirty little wink in my direction.

     My insides turn with her looks, scent, and presence. I’d definitely be taking this one
home for a couple nights. Yes, she’d be granted a VIP pass to the Wilks’ Wild Weekend
Express, hosted smack dab in my bed at my mansion in Dallas. My hand finally
responds, stretching out in her direction, and when she places her petite little palm in
mine, I know I have her.

     “Ashley, I could do so many things to you. I’d love to see those panties of yours…”
Before I can finish my last word, everything goes black.

***

     “Sir, you’re not supposed to walk. I’ll get your wheelchair.”

     “Just shut the fuck up and get my bags.”

     I let Lincoln know I was coming to stay for the next couple months. For fuck’s sake,
in reality it’s my house. Lincoln and Lynlee have lived here since they married. They
both wanted to stay in Colorado since it was the place they met, and Lynlee wanted to
go to college. Lincoln lucked out and was drafted to Denver.

     The assholes have the perfect life just the way they want it. I can’t deny the fact; they
fought tooth and fucking nail to get it. They didn’t pussy out and let someone else call
all their shots, and I, for one, wasn’t going to allow them to live in the home Lincoln and
I were raised in.

     Dad and Lincoln have truly worked through most of their shit, and Lincoln still came
out the way he wanted. Played defense, went to the college he wanted, majored in what
he wanted, dated who he desired, and let his middle finger fly to the rest who didn’t
approve. Not me. I’m the oldest, and yearned for approval around every corner, leaving
me with a hollow life.

     “Sir, you are not supposed to walk.”

     Turning to the naive puke of a driver, I lay into his ass. “Do you fucking realize
you’re talking to? Do you?”

     The young douche clams up. The look on his face is almost comical. Even in my
weakest state, I have the power to bring pussies like him to his knees, and I enjoy every
fucking second of it. It might make me an arrogant ass, but being a dick is the only
saving grace I posses.

     “And you weren’t supposed to be born, so shut the fuck up, already,” I add to sting
the wound a little more.

     I feel muscles rip and tear as I try to peel myself out of the limo. The pain is familiar
and immediately reminds me of my younger days when my dad demanded perfection
from each pass. I now have the same sensation years later trying to simply walk from a
car to the front fucking door of my own home. The pain is so intense I want to ask the
young puke to honk the horn to get Lincoln’s attention to come help me, but then again
it might even be worse to have the brother I envy help me.

     I never would’ve thought ten simple steps would be the longest of my ever-loving
life, but I want to be the dick to knock on my own door. I bet Lincoln is about to sit
down and eat dinner with his wife, with his dog lying obediently at his feet. Fuck, I bet
she’s the kind of woman to bake his ass chicken potpie every Thursday night. What a
douche.

     Before my hand instinctively turns the doorknob, I decide to ring the doorbell at the
last minute. I chuckle to myself, imagining Lincoln complimenting Lynlee on his dinner
and petting her knee under the table, only to mutter curse words when he hears the
doorbell ring. Lincoln may be a wild spirit, and we might as well have different fathers,
but I can call his next move from a mile away. Some might say we haven’t been brothers
for years, yet I know him better than anyone on this earth, and right now he wants to
knock the lights out on the fucker ringing his doorbell, because he was moments from
taking his wife to bed.

     When the door opens, it’s neither Lincoln nor Lynlee looking back at me. To my utter
amazement, my fucking little bro has gone and hired the hottest fucking home nurse. A
blonde bombshell stands before me, and I try hard as I can to keep my jaw from
dropping wide open. Every muscle in my body is aching, yet my cock has no problem
springing to action for the juicy blonde. It’s obvious my home nurse hasn’t had the
chance to change into her naughty little nurse outfit.

     “Well, are you going to invite me in, Nurse Nancy?”

     “Excuse me?”

     Talking slowly and deliberately, I say, “Are. You. Going. To. Invite. Me. In?”

     “Who the fuck do you think you are?” she asks, and the rush of her hot breath
brushes my lips.

     The smell is so sweet and tender it makes my cock bulge even further. I know one
thing for sure; this nurse will be checking my blood pressure topless tonight.

     “Levi,” comes a familiar voice, Lincoln. “You’re supposed to be in a wheelchair.
What the fuck you doing walking already, bro?”

     “Well, if Nurse Nancy here could help a fellow out...” Not only do I say it, I also gesture with my hand, grabbing myself.

     Another voice joins the mixture, and it’s Lynlee’s this time. “Levi, you made it.”

     When her gaze hits mine, I see the same concern as in my brother’s eyes. They know
I should be sitting and not standing. They know the consequences all too well.

     Without allowing her to respond, I relieve their stress. “Well, if Nurse Nancy would
move her ass, I could get up into my bed and get down to business. I knew Valentine
was setting up in home therapy, but not an in home nurse.”

     Grabbing the inside of the doorjamb, I force myself up into my house, and looking
around the place, I really like what they’ve done with it. Looks like a home, the perfect
loving home complete with two dogs to kick.

     The big tittied blonde looks mystified and almost a little horrified with my arrival.
Doesn’t the bitch realize this is, in fact, my house? Or maybe she has no idea a three-
time world champion just graced her with his presence.

     “Weren’t expecting your patient to arrive so early or what?” I finally ask, breaking
the silence.

     “I’m not a nurse.”

     Losing my patience with this stuck up bitch, I demand, “Then who the fuck are you?”
The bitch really has some balls, as I watch her step up into my face, pinning me down
with her best death stare.

     “Stop,” Lynlee yells and pushes her way in between us. “Levi, this is my best friend,
Jazzy. She’s staying here with us.”




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