Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Cover Reveal: Sinner's Creed by Kim Jones

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Kim Jones’ newest MC Series releases this spring!  
Meet Dirk & Saylor on March 1st in Sinner’s Creed!
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First in a new series—welcome to the Sinner’s Creed Motorcycle Club, where hard bodies and hot leather are made for each other, and love gone wrong is the most irresistible of all...
“I was the demon-possessed monster and she was the innocent, naïve angel. But none of that matters. She asks, I give and right now, I'll kill anyone who tries to stop me from giving this woman what she wants—me.”
Dirk lives in the shadows—performing hits, maintaining order, and upholding the no-holds-barred legacy of the Sinner’s Creed Motorcycle Club. A nomad with a restless spirit and a cold heart, the open road is his world. One of the few constants in his life: his desire for the one woman who has consumed his thoughts for years.
Saylor Samson grew up far from the harshness of Dirk’s world. But ever since she was seventeen she’s been drawn to this dark and mysterious man who always seemed to show up just when she needed him.
After years of fated encounters, he’s back. This time he’s taking her. This time she’s ready for the ride. But just when the darkness in Dirk’s life begins to fade, Saylor reveals a secret that puts them both to the ultimate test. Now, Dirk has to make a decision: submit to his destiny with the MC, or choose his own.
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Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams. Inspired by her personal experience inside the MC life, she’s chosen to write biker romance stories that are authentic—expressing the true meaning of brotherhood and the lifestyle of motorcycle clubs.

In 2013, Kim began her self-publishing journey. Saving Dallas, her first MC series, is based on the life of an influential president who juggles the pressures of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club, and the search for true love.

Taking the club life and her career a step further, Berkley will be releasing Sinner’s Creed, her second MC series,  in March of 2016—an inside look into the life of a 1%er and his sacrifice for what he believes in.

Kim plans to continue to self-publish off her Saving Dallas series, and has signed a two book deal with Penguin-Random House for Sinner’s Creed. She resides in south Mississippi with her husband, Reggie, two dogs, a cat and a donkey.

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Cover Reveal: Single Volume Three by Lyra Parish


Title: SINGLE, Volume 3 (Single, #3)
Author: Lyra Parish
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 17, 2015

Roxane's heart is a traitor because she no longer has control. With each smile, touch, and kiss Roxane realizes that she is falling in love and one man is to blame--Parker Williams.
While she is having the time of her life, she is catapulted into a lonely pit of sabotage that she may not be able to escape. The truth is some relationships aren't worth salvaging.
Her fairytale quickly transforms into a nightmare.
But no matter what happens, memories were made and no can ever take those away.
Find out if Roxane and Parker will have their happily ever after in the final installment of the Single Serial.

Chapter One
Single 3 by Lyra Paris
© Lyra Parish 2015

The morning sun gleamed in the distance, and I was smiling as I drove to work. Not because it was Monday, oh god no, but because there was something inside me that was ready to bubble over. Parker was to blame.

I parked my car, stepped out, then swung my computer bag over my shoulder and grabbed my badge to scan into the building. My heels echoed across the tile floor as I walked to the elevator with a bounce in my step. Everything was quiet—almost too quiet—but that was to be expected at 5:45in the morning. Most people arrived at work between seven or eight, but today I wasn’t most people. Today, I felt like a changed woman; a woman who knew what she wanted in a life, and was fully determined to keep her personal and business lives separate from one another.

I stepped into the elevator and, as I turned around, I saw Parker enter through the sliding doors. He hadn’t spotted me yet, so I took the time to admire him. My eyes narrowed in on the navy suit, those blue eyes, and that messy hair. He held two coffees in his hands and a smile on his face.

Why the hell was Parker so early?

As the elevator door began to close, I placed my palm out, causing the doors to shoot open. That was when he noticed me. After his eyes lingered over my body, he gave me a questioning look with his eyebrows scrunched together, then glanced down at his watch as he stepped in. The air seemed to evaporate from the small space, and my heart pounded in my chest. When Parker looked at me that way, it was so powerful the entire world around us seemed to stop. This was survival of the fittest.

Rox. Morning,” he said with a wink, and handed me one of the steaming cups of coffee. He didn’t even have to comment on how early I was, because we both knew the oddity of it.

“Parker.” When his name left my lips, a smile met his eyes.

The smells of his soap and freshly-roasted coffee filled the elevator, and every emotion and feeling that I tried to forget over the weekend came back in full force. I’d say it was easy to forget him while we weren’t together, but that would be a lie. And with him practically shoulder-to-shoulder with me, even the thought of it was out the door. The elevator was empty and he used the time to get scandalously close. Any closer and my lips would be all over his, but I had to stay strong. Things had changed between us and, if this ride to our floor was an indication of how things would be today, I was completely screwed. Maybe that was a good thing.

Stop it, Rox.

"I thought since you never gave me the coffee date, that I'd bring it to you."

The outside of his pinky grazed mine, which caused a humming sensation to shoot through me. His touch forced such a whirlwind of emotions upon me that, when the elevator door opened, I couldn't move. I just stood there frozen. He turned around and gave me a cute little smile. “Coming?”

I was getting ready to rebut that little comment and pick my emotions from the elevator floor when my father rounded the corner.

“Roxane?" My dad glanced down at his watch, then back at me. “You’re early.”

“Not as early as you, Jeffrey. I know you woke the sun before you came in.”

He nodded his head and glanced over at Parker. “Morning, Parker.”

A smile met my father's lips and touched his voice, but it didn't stop my guilty conscience, which conveniently spoke loud and clear.

“We both have work that needs to be done since we were in New York last week,” I said calmly. It made sense, but the real reason was I couldn’t sleep.

Parker sipped his coffee and walked to his office with a huge grin on his face. I shook my head and walked to mine as my determination slithered down the drain.

The weekend passed like a blur; a smudge in time that almost seemed unreal. Parker mother effing Williams was a time thief, stealing my thoughts, dreams, and memories, and replacing them all with himself. I couldn't stop thinking about the softness of his lips or how warm our bodies were when pressed together. It was almost hard for me to not mention the amazing sex. Parker was what every woman fantasized about. Damn it. I had to stop thinking about it, stop thinking about him.

Even though Parker promised to never leave me like he did in New York, I had to make sure that I would never allow a man to make me feel so vulnerable again. Ever. I reminded myself why I was single. Because being single meant no heartbreak. Didn't it?

Just the thought of never speaking to him or having the opportunity to touch him again made me feel hollow inside. Though it was hard to admit, I couldn't end it now. His talons had found my heart and pierced through it, claiming it as his. Which meant Stacey was right about my having it bad. To my defense, it wasn’t like I could make all the emotions stop with a snap. Even if I could, would I?

Parker agreed to give me time to think everything over, and it had been two full days since I’d felt his lips against mine. It would have been so easy to fall back into the routine that we had in New York. Our weekend could have been spent lazily tangled together in bed, but I refused. I had to pull the reigns back and prove, not only to myself, but also to Parker, that I had control.

I sat behind my desk and spun around with my coffee in hand. Being at the top of the building made it easy to stare at the purple bruised sky with glowing fluffy clouds. I sighed thinking about everything that happened, and turned when I heard my office door click closed.

"Pumpkin, I know you're lost in the clouds, but I need to talk to you about your mother."

"Dad. No. No. Talk to me about it later. Don't ruin my day."

"This can't wait, hon. She'll be flying in today and will be here to pick up the keys to the ranch around lunch. Tonight I'd really like for you to join us for dinner around eight p.m."

A small tap echoed on the door, and my father and I both watched as Parker crossed the room with a file folder full of papers.

"Dad, I'm not going. That's final. It's not a discussion."

"Here are a few amendments with signatures that will need to be reviewed before the one o'clock meeting today." Parker handed me the folder.

I gave him a brief smile, then narrowed my eyes back on my dad who didn't budge. My heart felt like it would beat straight out of my chest in anger at just the thought of seeing her. She left me as a child. I didn't have a mother to help me get ready for dance competitions, or a mother to guide me in my teenage years, because she was so selfish. I wasn't one to hold grudges, but some things just weren't easily forgivable.

I could tell there was something Parker wanted to say, and the same with my father.

"I'll let you get back to work. I really need you there." Dad walked out the door, and Parker stood there with his hands in his pockets. I gave him a little smirk, then opened my email. Parker sat in the chair across from me, and shot me a little smile with an eyebrow cocked. "I've missed you."

How was it possible that those three little words could be powerful enough to pull me from my dark thoughts?

I tried to hold back the thump in my heart and the smile on my lips. "No you haven’t."

He stood and placed his hands flat on my desk, then leaned across it. His face was only inches from mine, and his breath painted across my cheeks. I looked up into his eyes, and that was when his lips dipped down to gently brush mine. I wanted to get lost in him, but I couldn't. Before the kiss could connect, I scooted my chair back and stood.


He walked around my desk and put a finger over my lips.

"Do you remember the first time we were intimate in this office? Every time I step inside, I am taken back to that moment. The look on your face. Your quiet pants in my ear. Do you remember what I told you?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me.

"I said to not ruin that moment. So don't ruin this one."

He moved my hair from my shoulder and gently touched his nose to mine. Then we were kissing—kissing like we couldn't breathe without the other one, kissing like it was our last moments on earth. Everything seemed to be at a standstill. When our lips broke apart, I was almost gasping for air, then a sense of loss overcame me.

"Parker, we can't do this here."

"Roxane, you can't deny me."

I whispered, "It's against my rules."

"I've already broken all your rules, and I'll keep breaking them over and over again. I'll never give up on you, and I'm not going anywhere. I'll give you all the time that you need to think. I'll give you all the space you want. But being around you is a challenge, because all I want to do is lay you down on that couch and make love to you. I want to taste you. I want to smell your skin on mine. You do this to me, Rox."

Parker somehow knew exactly what to say to halt my words. I swallowed them down and my face softened. "Parker."

A knock rang out on my door and the door clicked open. Parker took a step back, and I straightened my hair as Jane entered. A smile immediately hit her lips when she saw Parker, and a big grin took over her face when she looked at me.

I cleared my throat, then said, "Yes?"

"Mr. Williams, I wasn't aware you were in here. Roxane, I need to speak to you about the new secretary." Her insinuations sliced through the air. See, the thing about Jane was not much got past her. She was like a hound dog. She knew all of the gossip, and what was real and what wasn't.

"Mr. Williams was just leaving. Please, have a seat."

Parker sent me a silent message that said this wasn't over, and I knew that was true. My face was flustered, and I knew his words were written all over my body. When the door snapped closed behind him, Jane interlocked her fingers and scooted close to my desk. She narrowed her eyes at me and opened her mouth, then immediately closed it.

Please, Jane. Please don't ask me about Parker.

"How was New York?" Her question was simple, and my answer would have to be as well.

"Great. The weather was nice. Jason McCaul was an ass as always," I said.

I could tell her wheels were turning, and that she wanted to pry. But she didn't. Thankfully.

"I won't keep you much longer. I set a meeting, but forgot about your New York trip. About Christina . . . she comes in late and refuses to listen to instruction. She doesn't care about deadlines or dress code. She just isn't secretary material."

I thought back to her interview and how well she spoke. For sure I thought she would be a homerun. What had happened? I glanced over at the clock on the wall and realized it was a little past seven.

"What time is she supposed to be here?" I asked.

"In the next five minutes," Jane said.

"I'll take care of it. No problem. Thanks for coming to me about this. I really appreciate it."

She stood and smiled at me. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she tucked little strands of grey hair behind her ear. "I've heard your mother will be here around lunch."

I swallowed. She knew my feelings on the subject. Jane had helped wipe away many of my teenage tears. "I'll let you know when she's here, okay?" It was her little way of protecting me.

"Thank you, that means a lot to me. I really don’t want to see her. At all." She smiled, then turned to head out. Before she opened the door, she said without turning around, "I told you he was a looker."

SINGLE, Volume One
After failing miserably at love, Roxane VanBuren swears off men but not before her determined best friend shows her all the advantages of being single. After a wild weekend full of sex, old-flames, and secrets, Roxane is desperate to forget it ever happened. But she learns it isn't that easy.Since becoming the President of VanBuren Investments, she knows how important it is for her professional and personal life to remain separate from one another. If the two were to mix, the rumors could possibly ruin her reputation, which is bad for her and bad for business. To avoid that, Roxane allows rules to define and guide her every move. Unfortunately for her, Parker Williams is determined to break them all, one at a time.

SINGLE, Volume Two
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Sometimes love can be cruel. Not that Roxane has fallen in love but the one man she found interesting has crossed from her personal life into her professional one which makes life complicated.Parker Williams doesn’t take no for an answer, not that Roxane would deny him anyway.
He has his own set of rules that must be followed while hers are being crossed through like a to-do list.When a person falls in love, it’s supposed to be easy but it’s much more complex than either realized it could be.
Roxane’s control is slipping along with every opinion she had about love. This time, it feels different. This time, it finally feels right.Slowly she realizes how much is at stake, but she is only concerned about losing one thing—her heart.
About the Author

Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee.Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains!

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Release Blitz: Bootycall by J.D. Hawkins

Title: Bootycall Part Two
Series: Bootycall #2
Author: J.D. Hawkins
 Release Date: August 5, 2015


I’m going to show her just how good a bad boy can be...

Everything’s riding on my comeback, but suddenly, Hollywood is the last thing on my mind.

Gemma Clark was supposed to keep me out of trouble, but now I’m in way over my head. What we have is real — too real. It’s just a matter of time before it all comes crashing down.

I need to face my demons, but what happens when she discovers the truth?

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I’ve never been one for thinking things through, and I’m still not. I’ll never be anything other than an animal of instinct, but this time my instincts are a slow burn, rather than a hot wave. I know how to sweep a girl off her feet, make the grand gesture minutes after meeting her, batter her defenses and ravage her like a whirlwind, but something inside of me is telling me to take it slow with Gemma.

I’m not even sure what it is that’s drawn me to her so relentlessly. It was easy, just a few short weeks ago. All I could think about was her round ass, the way her tits bounced and moved, how her neck tasted like the finest delicacy. I still think about those things – how could I forget how hot she is? But it’s different now.

The things she’s said to me are what I think about the most. And it’s the captivating way she reacts to me that makes me want more of her. The fact that despite being an absolute fucking mess for half the time I’ve known her, she’s retained a dignity and strength that’s made me admire her.

I slide the bike into a private parking lot, the booth officer nodding me through – I’m easily recognizable; there aren’t many high-profile stars who ride motorcycles with hot chicks on the back.

I step off the bike and look at Gemma. There’s a soft breeze blowing her skirt against her legs, giving me little fleeting reminders of how sensational her body is.

Author Bio

I'm a new erotic author from LA. I grew up in Southern California and now live with my wife in Venice. I've also lived in NYC, India and Thailand. I love to travel and have been to Central America, Australia, Europe and the Middle East. I have a boring corporate day job where I cover people's asses for a living and am hoping to leave this world soon and make a living doing the thing I love - writing. I enjoy surfing and I'm also a martial artist, my other main passion, which I have practiced since the age of 5.

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Release Boost: Devil in the Detail - A Butcher Boys Novel by Max Henry

Title: Devil in the Detail
Series: Butcher Boys #4
Author: Max Henry
Genre: Suspense/Contemporary
 Release Date: July 30, 2015


Loves comes in all shapes and forms, and sometimes it can be hard to distinguish which one you’re given.

I run from my pain—that’s just what I do. It’s how I’ve managed to keep a handle on the shame and remorse at what I did the day my life changed. Has it changed me for the good, or for the worse—I can never be sure? Some days it's one and most it’s the other.

Now, each day is getting darker, ever since I met the woman who has the power to ease my ache and got a taste for what could be.

Selfish? Maybe. Foolish? Definitely. But nothing can stop me until I prove to her, she needs me just as much as it kills me to wake up one more day without her.

I’ll do whatever it takes—even if I risk my life and my health fighting her psychotic and possessive old man to get her in my bed.

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Her brow twitches. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She steps away, heading for the door.

Lunging from the chair, I catch her shoulder and spin her to face me. “Can’t do what? Why are you running?”

“Because being around you makes me feel things, and I know it’s wrong to.”

“Ramona, you need to tell me,” I plead, heart beating erratically. “What kind of ‘things’ are you feeling?” I need to know if they’re the same.

“Like you could be something incredible for me. But . . . ”

God, she’s killing me. “But?”

“It’s not the right time.” She smiles softly.

A beat passes with us staring at one another. I don’t want the moment to end. I don’t want her to walk away. “Do you love him?” My tongue is thick in my mouth.
She shakes her head, smiling, yet her eyes are sad . . . so damn sad. “Not like you think—that’s the problem.”

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Max is the author of the suspense filled, and highly emotive Butcher Boys series. She writes uniquely dark romance, featuring damaged alphas and the women who help them achieve balance in their lives.

Originally born and bred in Canterbury, New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing.

In her down time, Max can be found at her local gym, brain-storming through a session with the weights. Or, she may be out bumping, and jostling her way along a dirt track with the family in hubby's 4WD.

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Blog Tour: Screw Up by Alexis Wilder

Title: Screw Up 
Author: Alexis Wilder 
Genre: Erotica

A desperate writer must learn to embrace her inner bombshell when she lands a covert job as the world's first celebrity sex reporter. 
Cassie has hit hard times. She can't find a job, her mother is prison bound, and her love life jumped a plane and fled to another continent. What’s an ardent fangirl to do? When a handsome new acquaintance offers her a lucrative position writing for his online celebustalk publication, TenFootPole, Cassie jumps at the chance to make some real money doing what she loves. The only catch is the subject matter. She’s assigned the gossip rag’s new beat, the sex desk, and must score with big names and tell all. In graphic detail. Publishing under the Tinseltown Temptress pseudonym is supposed to shield her, but she soon realizes that no amount of anonymity would be enough to protect her from the repercussions of her notorious stories. As her personal life circles the drain, Cassie grasps for handholds in all the wrong laps and struggles to keep her head above the shark infested water. When her investment in a friend’s all male revue is put in jeopardy, she must rally her seductive forces or sink forever under the waves.

A fan of steamy romances, Alexis Wilder's love for the erotic has caused her to accidentally crease the bindings of many a handy paperback. Her particular interest in celebrity smut inspired the idea of a sneaky, horny, struggling, celebrity sex reporter, the Tinseltown Temptress. Soon, the behind the scenes story of Cassie's successes, failures, pain and joy became Screw Up, the first erotic novel in the series. Two more books are planned for 2016.
Alexis has a Film degree that she has used to write several unsold screenplays and to find various employment, like a starving maze rat, in the cutthroat world of video production. She has also held many service industry jobs and holds all such demanding work in extremely high regard. (Tip your waitress, people!) A natural homebody, she lives with her family in Southeast Michigan, loves to cuddle while watching tv and swims whenever she gets the chance. She really likes chocolate, beer, growing tomatoes, and complaining about Michigan's weather. An active fangirl, she restricts her stanning to her various aliases and does not chase down celebrity men for sex in real life. Seriously.

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Release Blitz: Caged Trapped Book #2 by Shay Savage

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Liam & Tria’s story continues in Trapped!

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Bizarre rituals on a remote island in Maine.
My crazy neighbor lying naked in the produce section of a grocery store.
The sting of a knife as it slices through my flesh.
Now I know why they say life is never easy.
The soft touch of Tria’s hand against my chest is the only thing that keeps me going, but there are consequences. As a fighter, I should be able to deal with anything life throws at me, but there is one circumstance I simply can’t handle.

I only have one coping mechanism: a tube around my arm and a needle in my vein.

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I felt my body tighten at her touch, and my skin tingled as her fingers moved over my chest and down to my abs.  She took one finger and slid it over the ridge of each muscle.  I caught her under her chin with my fingers and brought her mouth back to mine.
Open mouthed, I moved from her lips, up the line of her jaw, to her ear, and back again.  With my free hand, I crept from her hip up her side, and my thumb stroked the skin of her stomach.  I felt her hand over mine.
I started to pull away, assuming her intent was to tell me to stop, but her grip on my fingers tightened.  Opening my eyes, I looked down at her and watched her tongue dart out over her lips before she slowly pushed my hand upwards.
“You sure?” I breathed, hating myself for even asking the question instead of jumping on the opportunity.  In response, Tria rose up just enough to pull her shirt up over her head.
My cock tried to jump right through the material of my jeans to tit fuck her right there in her bra.
I had to physically restrain myself from the action as she settled back above me on her knees.  The bra itself wasn’t unfamiliar—I’d seen all of her clothes in the drawers before—but having the lacy white material wrapped around her smooth breasts laid out before me was completely different.
I sat up and moved her with me until she was flat on her back on the couch, and I was hovering over her.  I moistened my lips as I gazed down at the pale flesh before me with only a slight curve visible at the top of the lacy front.
As slowly as I could endure, I traced her skin from the edge of the thin strap around her shoulder and down to the mound of flesh against the lace edge.  Barely touching her, I outlined from one edge over the curve, down into the slight dip, and back over again.  My fingertip completed the trek back up to her other shoulder, and then began to make its way down again.
Once it hit the center of the dip again, I fanned out my fingers—still keeping my touch ultra-light—and stroked slowly toward the outside of her breast.  I could feel my own breathing increasing in tempo with hers as I touched her through the thin material.  I mimicked the motion with my other hand and the other breast, leaning in to kiss her shoulder as I moved.

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CAGED Series Reading Order

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Takedown (Book One) Caged Series

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Released (Book Three) Caged Series

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Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich - and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.

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