Thursday, November 26, 2015

Release Blitz: The Endgame by Cleary James




Title: The Endgame

Series: Endgame #1

Author: Cleary James 

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: November 26, 2015

Blurb

When Lisa first met billionaire art dealer Mark, she thought she’d found the man of her dreams. Handsome, charming and successful, Mark seemed to offer her the love and security she craved. Too late, she discovered his love is obsessive and controlling, and the luxurious lifestyle he's given her has become a gilded cage.

Already desperate to escape, Lisa's need to leave becomes more urgent than ever when Mark decides to spice up their sex life, with Lisa offered up to his friends as a living sex toy. When she's thrown together with acclaimed architect Grayson Fielding, they're drawn to each other. But Lisa keeps Grayson at a distance, allowing physical intimacy but determined to resist developing feelings for him, afraid that if she lets Grayson get too close, she won't be able to walk away.


However, seeing a way to turn the situation to her advantage, Lisa offers Grayson a deal that will give them both what they want. If he accepts her startling proposal, Lisa could finally be free. But does he want her badly enough to agree to her terms? With her life rapidly spiralling out of control, it's a chance she has to take.






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Excerpt

‘I wish I could kiss you again. I wish you wanted me to touch you,’ he said, looking up at her through heavy-lidded eyes. ‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last week – how soft your skin is, how sweet you taste, how responsive you are. I wish I counted.’


Author Bio


Cleary James lives inside her head with a lot of hot men and the lucky women she lets play with them. She likes to fly by the seat of her pants, in writing and in life, and enjoys letting her imagination run wild. The Endgame is her first novel.

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Book Blitz: Will & Patrick Do The Holidays - Wake Up Married Episode 3 by Leta Blake & Alice Griffiths



Author: Leta Blake & Alice Griffiths
Title:  Will & Patrick Do the Holidays
Series Title and Number: Wake Up Married, Episode 3
Publisher:  Leta Blake Books
Release Date:  November 23, 2015
Genre:  Romantic Comedy M/M Romance
Tags:  gay, woke up married, tropes, rom-com, mafia, forced marriage, disabled heroes
Heat Level: 5!!!! Super hot!!
Pairing: M/M
Length: 117 Pages

Book/Buy Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK


Book Blurb

Follow Will & Patrick as they do the holidays in this third installment of the romantic-comedy serial, Wake Up Married, by best-selling author Leta Blake and newcomer Alice Griffiths!

A couple’s first holiday season is always a special time. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve are magical when you’re in love. Too bad Will and Patrick’s marriage is a sham and they’re only faking their affection for each other. Or are they?

Sparks fly in this episode of the Wake Up Married serial. Will the sexual tension between Will and Patrick finally explode in a needy night of passion? Or will they continue to deny their feelings?

Episode 3 of 6 in the Wake Up Married serial.



Excerpt
“Ah, the acrid smell of insulin in the morning.” Patrick’s voice is still gravelly from sleep as he turns on the shower and pulls down his black boxer-briefs revealing his tight ass.
Will looks quickly away and back to the syringe he’s filling by the bathroom sink. “I can never get the last dose to eject from the insulin pens. I always have to pull it out with a needle.”
“After living with you, I have an entire list of ways they can improve insulin pen injectors.”
“I should have my lawyer queue up an appointment for you with the pharmaceutical company.”
“You do that, puddin’-pop, and I’ll be there with a PowerPoint presentation. It’ll consist of four words over and over. ‘Do your damn job.’ If pushed, I might throw in a ‘Don’t make me do it for you’ as a closing argument.”
Will pinches a bit of fat from his abdomen and sticks himself quickly. He’s done this for years, but he never stops hating it. Especially syringes. They’re somehow worse than the insulin pens. “I’ll ask Owen to make that happen.”
Patrick snorts from behind the curtain. Will glances over and heat floods his gut as he notices the shadow outline of Patrick’s morning wood. “Oh, um, let me just—” He hustles to deal with the used needle and ends up dropping the syringe in the sink. The scent of insulin grows stronger. “Why does it smell like Band-Aids?” Will muses as he finally gets rid of the used needle and cleans up the syringe, tossing the now-empty insulin pen.
“It’s the preservative. Meta-cresol,” Patrick says. “Mmm, so clinical. So sexy.”
“And you’re so weird.”
“Nothing like the smell of a hospital to get my motor running.”
Will glances back at Patrick’s shadow behind the shower curtain. He’s still got a half chub flopping around as he washes his hair. Will clears his throat.
“Have you considered an insulin pump?” Patrick asks.
Will tries to drag his mind from Patrick’s erection. “I don’t want one.”
“Because?”
“I don’t like the idea of having something attached to me. All the time. Something I have to rely on to do its job.”
“You trust insulin pens have the right dosage, that the dial works, that they’re—“
“I know, Patrick. But I have the right to my own preferences when it comes to my medical treatment.”
“Fair enough. So what’s the deal with your daddy?” Patrick asks sans segue.
“What are you talking about?” Will packs up his testing kit and uses a black marker he keeps in his murse to make a dot on the back of his left hand. He can’t forget to drop by the pharmacy and pick up his replacement insulin pens.
“Papa Molinaro. What’s the deal with him and the holidays? He wasn’t around for Thanksgiving. Will he be dropping down the chimney on Christmas Eve with a bag full of presents for you and a nice hard dick for your mommy? Or what?”
Will rolls his eyes. “Thanks for that image.”
“You’re welcome.”
“He spends Christmas with his daughters. Or at least he used to. I don’t keep in touch with him.”
“Ah, the half siblings you’ve never met. So, no Christmas phone call from Papa?”
“No.” Will feels the familiar hot, impatient squirm of nastiness in his gut. Conversations about his father usually bring it on.
“No Christmas card stuffed with cash?”
“No card, no text, no Skype, no email.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“He’s obsessed enough with you to have you followed by mobster spies but he can’t pick up a phone. At best, that’s inefficient.”
“At worst?”
“At worst, Starshine, you have a deeply dysfunctional father/son relationship.”
“Wow. You really are a genius.”
Patrick barks a laugh and then begins to hum the new Madonna song he’s been singing off and on for the last two days.
“That’s still stuck in your head, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Better than ‘We Three Kings’ mixed with ‘Scarborough Fair,’” Will mutters. Finished with his morning insulin rituals, he starts the water in the sink to begin his shaving routine. “Tony doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do, and being a reliable member of our family was never something he was good at.”
“When did you last see him?”
“It’s been three years. It can be ten more for all I care.” Will pumps shaving cream into his hand and smears it on his face. “He sweeps in on a whim, wreaks havoc on our lives, and sweeps out again.”
Patrick is quiet behind the curtain and Will glances over to see that he’s rinsing out his hair.
“There’s no pattern, unless you count my mom getting serious with anyone. As soon as my dad gets wind of her being happy with someone else, he has to come to town and wreck it.”
“With his dick.”
Will sighs. “Everything’s about sex for you, isn’t it?”
“Nope. A lot of things. But not everything.” He turns off the water and throws back the curtain. Will averts his eyes quickly, but his hands are already shaking enough that he’s not sure he should be trusted to shave himself. Patrick goes on. “But it’s all about sex between your parents. The Hurting Times churns with scintillating tales of your mom inappropriately hopping on your dad’s pole.”
“Like you know anything about ‘inappropriate’.”
Patrick laughs. “Like I know about that time they banged in the bathroom at some old lady’s funeral. The Hurting Times forum had pages dedicated to that one.”
Will’s ears grow hot.
“And, hey, for the record, even I know a funeral home toilet is a bad place for sex. Public bathrooms are tourist destinations for germs.” He shudders and slings a towel around his hips, thankfully covering his dangling dick. “It’s not sanitary.”
“You are such a jerk.”
“So you tell me.” Patrick grabs a hairbrush and runs it through his wet hair. The dark auburn looks almost brown and glistens brightly in the overhead bathroom lights. “There’s evidence of a genetic component to addiction.” Patrick’s eyes go foggy as he muses, “But is it addiction or abuse? Both probably.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You, mainly. But I’m also talking about them. If The Hurting Times gossip about the two of them is even half true, they are their own kind of addicts. Addicted to each other. Addicted to sex. Addicted to falling in love. Especially your mother. But it’s possible your father uses the intense sexual connection between them as abuse.”
“I…” Will’s fingers clutch at the razor and he drags it against his skin carefully. “I didn’t think you believed in psychology mumbo-jumbo.”
“I don’t believe in spiritual mumbo-jumbo. And, yes, psychology is a lot of bull-honky, but as a neurologist, I can’t deny that thoughts and experiences have physical effects on brain tissue. Dubious and whoo-hoo as most psychological theories seem compared with hard science. What’s your dad’s sign?”
“Really?”
Patrick shrugs and sidles up next to Will at the sink, examining his own face in the mirror.
Will sighs. “Early November. So, what’s that? Scorpio?”
“Ah. And your mother’s a Scorpio too.”
“How do you know? The Hurting Times again?”
“I know because I’ve met her.”
Patrick’s arm slides against his as he reaches for the can of shaving cream. Will moves slightly to the side but Patrick just scoots closer. Will can smell soap on his skin and shampoo in his hair. He wonders what those curls would feel like slick and wet under his fingers.
Patrick rubs on shaving cream and reaches for his razor. His naked chest slides against Will’s bicep.
Will tries to concentrate on shaving, but Patrick’s reflection in the mirror is distracting. His normally pale skin is flushed from the shower and his nipples are pink and peaked. Will clears his throat and scrapes his razor over his face again.
“Addiction,” Patrick muses on. “You didn’t stumble into that on your own. You drink…and your parents screw. That’s how these genes play out. And with both of them being Scorpios…”
Patrick’s arm rubs against him, and Will clicks his tongue against his teeth. Between this touching and Patrick’s speculation about his parents’ sex life, Will can’t tell if he’s going to pop an inconvenient boner or if his balls are going to shrivel up into his body.
“Two Scorpios can burn down a barn from the heat of their mutual orgasms.”
Ball-shriveling wins out. “Okay, well, this conversation has covered everything I never wanted to think about. I’m going to be late to work.”
Patrick studies Will in the mirror.
Will wipes his face clean of cream, decides not to care that he’s got one stripe of shiny skin on an otherwise stubbly face, and, grabbing his murse, leaves the sink to Patrick.
He dresses quickly. He really is going to be late. Not that anyone at Good Works would say anything to him.
“Do you have surgery scheduled?” Will calls out as he slides his wallet into his back pocket and hitches his bag on his shoulder.
“No.”
“Meet you here tonight?”
“Will there be more Capheus?”
“Yes. And more Lito.”
“It’s a TV date with the hubby, then,” Patrick says, stepping out into the room with his sharp grin in place.
The hubby.
“First person home calls room service,” Patrick adds. “Order stuff we both like. We can share.”
“Deal.”
“Oh, and Will? For the record, you’d still be hot even if you wore an insulin pump.”
“Thanks. But I’ll stick with the pens.”
Walking out of the pharmacy twenty minutes later with his new insulin pens, Will wonders what kind of sex Libras and Aries are supposed to have. You already know the answer to that. Hot enough to burn down a barn.
“God, just stop.”
He rubs a hand over his hair and decides to focus on the day ahead. He’ll take it one step at a time. Just like AA has taught him.


Author Bios
Leta Blake

Author of the bestselling book Smoky Mountain Dreams and the fan favorite Training Season, Leta Blake's educational and professional background is in psychology and finance, respectively. However, her passion has always been for writing. She enjoys crafting romance stories and exploring the psyches of made up people. At home in the Southern U.S., Leta works hard at achieving balance between her day job, her writing, and her family.

You can find out more about her by following her online:
On the web: http://letablake.wordpress.com/
On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/letablake

Alice Griffiths

A long-time reader of romance novels, Alice Griffiths finally took the plunge into writing, teaming up with best-selling author Leta Blake for the 'Woke up Married' serialized comedy. A lover of tropes, Alice enjoys mining old ideas and putting a fresh, funny spin on them. Formerly working in the newspaper industry, Alice is now an art curator. She lives in Sydney, Australia.

You can find out more about her by following her online:
On Twitter: https://twitter.com/Alice_Author


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Perfectly Kissed ~ Lacey Silks. Mistletoes, sneaky best friend and an old lady, coerce best friends and former lovers, Millie and Dave, to reunite for Christmas Holidays.

Montreux ~ Blair Babylon. Wulf von Hannover and Rae Stone are about to marry in Montreux, but Wulf’s aristocratic father makes one last attempt to derail the wedding.

Home Bound ~ Olivia Rigal and Shannon Macallan. Trapped by a storm in a cozy, a voluptuous architect and a sexy TV news reporter melt the ice by a roaring fire.

A Band of Heather ~ Sarah M. Cradit. Colleen and Noah belong to two very different worlds, but a band of heather changes their lives forever.

Christmas on the Run ~ Daizie Draper. Wannabe rock star Tristan runs from a dangerous bookie and falls for the girl he’s only using as his perfect escape.

Noel: A Blue Collar Christmas ~ J.C. Valentine. Nurse Noel Walker doesn’t date patients, but Officer Hunter Davis won’t give up until he slaps the cuffs on.

Black Christmas ~ JC Andrijeski. Quintin Black vanishes, leaving Miri alone after a harrowing ordeal in Thailand. Will she forgive him in time for Christmas?

Winter Tryst ~ Mira Bailee. One destroyed marriage. Two broken hearts. When Sean visits Lyla to say goodbye, winter’s magic forces the lovers to face the painful truth.

Give and Take ~ Daisy Prescott. You never know who will show up at the Sip ’n Stroll in Langley. Someone’s pregnant. Someone’s engaged. And someone’s getting a puppy.

Slow and Steady ~ V. J. Chambers. When danger interrupts Christmas shopping, Leigh and her husband Griffin sizzle.

Take Me Home ~ Alison Foster. All my Christmas wishes were snatched away by an evil brute. What can you do when the man you hate most makes your mouth water?

Bearfield Snowed In ~ Jacqueline Sweet. A hunter tracking her prey finds herself snowed in with a sexy shifter. Is he her mortal enemy or her fated mate?

My Cowboy Soldier ~ Gillian Cherry. Holidays draw lovers and families together, except when war tears them apart.

A Cub for Christmas ~ Ella Dominguez. This May-December romance burns up the pages when Aricelli realizes that unwrapping her Christmas package is only half the fun.

Rosy Cheeks ~ Amity Wilde. Good things sometimes come in unlikely packages. When an online flirt stumbles into Karen’s very real life, he might be just what she needs.

A Beary Merry Christmas ~ Jazzmyn Wolfe. After a season of frustration and pain, will curvy Kassandra and Brendan finally have a beary merry Christmas?

Alec's First Christmas ~ Felicia Tatum. Daphne and Zander welcomed their baby boy, Alec, and their lives changed forever. Alec’s first Christmas is approaching and with it, magical surprises for his parents.
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Blog Tour: Tanner's Devil by Sylvia Hubbard



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In Detroit, strange things can happen. 



What does a Duke, a Former Street Doctor & Prostitute and A Pimp with a very big gun have to do with ne another in 21st City of Detroit? 



Find out in Tanner's Devil. 

Can an urban woman find love in a world not her own? Or give it up and accept her fate with her ex-pimp?

Tanner’s struggling trying to get away from the gritty streets of Detroit she 

was born and raised on. With a pimp as an ex-boyfriend, who’s constantly trying to get her back in the business and back in his arms, Tanner knows she’s got to better her situation immensely and get out the city all together because Donetello just doesn’t want to let go. Yet, with less than twenty-four hours to raise a large amount of money, Tanner knows she has to either work her ass off literally or give up her dream and return to Donetello’s eagerly waiting arms for security and peace of mind.


Devlin Sanchez has waited his whole life for this one moment. He’s saved himself for only the woman he would be with forever – his wife, but when he catches his bride in the arms of his best man and brother, he’s driven to circumstances that leave him unexpectedly wanting more of what he should have never had – Tanner.



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A TASTE OF TANNER



Chapter One
“Nine thousand!” Pari had cried when Tanner gave her the news about finishing off her education. “Dollars?”
Pari felt terrible for her friend and couldn’t believe nine thousand was keeping her from getting her degree. Nine thousand needed by tomorrow afternoon. Pari was barely making ends meet, and Tanner was so caught up with two internships, working a steady job, going to school to keep her 4.0 G.P.A., and paying bills that were not hers accrued by her now dead crack-addicted mother. Even the little hustle Tanner opted to do every once in a while for the pimp, Donetello, didn’t really make ends meet around Tanner’s life with the cost of school, books and payments she needed to make on everything else.
The pounding on the door in the middle of the night made Pari sprint from her bed barely dressed without checking to see who it was. Her room was closest to the front of their upper two-family apartment on the Westside of Detroit. Sadly, she was use to these knocks in the middle of the night.
“Get out of the fucking way!” a deep voice boomed as he helped someone smaller into the room.
“Lay her on the couch!” Pari ordered and then ran to the back of the flat to knock on her roommate’s door.
 “Tanner!Tanner! You got a client.”
Several locks clicked before the door opened, and Tanner, a thirty-year-old light coffee-skinned woman with all-seeing eyes came out. Her corn-rolled hair was wrapped in a black silk scarf, and it didn’t look like she had been asleep.
Pari followed Tanner in the front room where a skinny, black crack-head gasped for air. It was a knife wound to the right side. There was thick red blood oozing from the woman’s side and she seemed to have lost a lot of blood because she was very weak.
Pare followed Tanner in the front room where a skinny, black crack-head gasped for air. A knife wound in her right side trickled thick and red blood. Her weakness indicated that she’d lost a lot
of blood.
Pari didn’t know much medicinal information, but these knife wounds were familiar to her eyes because they often ended at Tanner’s doorway. Tanner cleaned and dressed the wound with the
expertise of an emergency doctor.
She pulled medical supplies out of a large leather bag she usually kept secreted away in the apartment. Most times the supplies were stolen in payment for services rendered. Tanner never
questioned how the medical sundries were obtained, but as expensive as some of the supplies, prescribed antibiotics, pills and salves that were given to her, they had to have been gotten through illegal means.
The big man, who  brought the woman in, paced back and forth a few feet away from where Tanner worked. When he lit up a cigarette, Tanner barked, “Put that shit out!”
He did, and, when it was all over, Tanner stood and looked at the large, burly man. “Who told you about me?”
“Donetello. He said to bring the bitch here. He lost his cool when the bitch only pulled in about twenty bucks tonight.”
“What the fuck does he expect? It feels like ten below outside!” Tanner sneered.
The man looked past Tanner at the crack-head, who had fallen asleep.
“Will she make it?”
“Yes, but tell your boss she’s out of commission. She probably won’t be working much because the wound needs time to heel and this weather is too dangerous for her to even be outside.  The
wind chill factor outside feels like five below. I gave her some antibiotics, but if she works for the next couple of days, she’ll tear her stitches.”
“No can do. Donetello’s got a private party tonight, and she’s on the list of entertainment. His other girls are off on other things.”
“Then he shouldn’t have lost his temper,”
Tanner spat, wiping the rest of the blood off her hands.
“Donetello said if she’s out of commission, he knows you know someone who can take her place.” The large man winked at Pari, who gasped at the thought of doing what he implied.
“Go in your room, Pari,” Tanner ordered.
Pari protested, “I’m not—”
Tanner turned sharply and screamed, “Go in your mother-fucking room NOW!”
Pari gave her roommate a hurt expression, but understood Tanner knew more about what was really going on than she did, so she enclosed herself in her room, pressing her ear against the door to listen.
Tanner must have known this and ordered the large man to step outside to speak on the steps.
Damn! Tanner, what are you going to do?
A few minutes later, Pari heard a lot of movement as Tanner and the man entered. Another door closed, and then it grew quiet. When Pari’s ear hurt like hell pressed up against the door, she gave up
and just went to the front room. There was no one there.
Tanner had left along with the large man and the injured woman on the couch. On the tabletop lay a note from Tanner saying simply: “I’ll be back.”




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The Devil's Mom!

Sylvia Hubbard knew she’d wanted to be a
writer of romance long before she knew there were black writers in the world.
Weaving stories magically as a summer past time to writing stories to get
through the humdrum of school, she was able to create something from nothing.
Today, she has independently published
over 37 books, is the founder of Motown Writers Network and The AA Electronic
Literary Network, CEO of HubBooks Literary Services, runs over five blogs on a
variety of subjects, host The Michigan Literary Network Radio Show and is a
happily divorced mother of three children in Detroit, Michigan.
“I’m no superwoman,” she states with a
smile that seems infinite on her lips. “I’m just being an asset in the world
instead of a liability.”
Considered an addicted blogger by HoneyTechblog.com,
nominated and recognized for her literary work in the Metro Detroit area,
referred to as “A Literary Diva” by Detroit City Council and donned
“Cliffhanger Queen” by her readers, she finds solace in speaking and educating
on a variety of topics.
Her subjects range from Social Media,
Internet Marketing, Creative Intimacy, Single Parenting, Blogging, E-Books,
Publishing (all aspects i.e.: writing, publishing, marketing & promoting
online & offline), and personal triumphs with inspiration mixed in.
Never a disappointment, Sylvia Hubbard,
has spoken in front of thousands all over the United States and Canada.



SYLVIA'S TOP 5 TIPS ON STAYING MOTIVATED AS A WRITER...

As a Single Mom of Three, running an organization, wearing all the hats to being an Independent Author (wearing all the hats) and just being a woman living in Detroit, many times life gets in the way. The urge to write becomes tedious even though I love writing.

A lot of writers ask me how do I keep motivated, so I'm going to give five short ways to get writing going and keep writing going.

1. Get a playlist. Music is great way to block out the world. Always have your writer's playlist on all electronics. Your computer, phone, MP3 player and even in your car. Even when you're not writing, play it to help you get motivated to write when you have the chance.

2. Carry your manuscript. Whatever you're working on print it out and carry it wherever you go. You'll get tired of it and start working on it to get rid of it. It's like a baby you want to hurry up and start walking so you don't have to carry around anymore.

3. Talk about your story to others. It's actually puts pressure on yourself to finish it. Talking out loud to the universe seals the deal in your heart of hearts to get the job done.

4. DO NOT EDIT YOUR FIRST DRAFT UNTIL YOU ARE DONE. Finish the story and then go back and add the other twist or work out the ending later but just write it out even if it's bull crap.

5. Do a cover. Losing momentum? Think you have writer's block (which I don't believe in). (Side note: when people tell me they have writer's block, I imagine them having diarrhea and I just want to give them a laxative. Who has back up for ten years?) Anyhoo, create a cover for your book so it solidifies that it's real and it's actually happening.

BONUS: Do research. Keeping the momentum going means giving your story a look and feel that it's jumping off the page. So do research on:
- The city the characters live in or are going to visit in the book
- Their job. What special lingo do they use at work?

- Their hobbies or their family. Their mother was a drug dealing hairstylist: Research drug dealing and hairstylist.



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Book Tour: Denial by Lisa Renee Jones


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Meet Kayden in Book one in the CARELESS WHISPERS series. This is a standalone spin-off of the INSIDE OUT series (soon to be a TV show) that follows Ella Ferguson,  Sara McMillan's best friend.  #SayYesToKayden
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From New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones, the first book in the CARELESS WHISPERS series.


Please note: This is the standalone spinoff of the INSIDE OUT series. New readers can enjoy this without reading INSIDE OUT but those who love INSIDE OUT will FINALLY find out what happened to Ella!


Ella Ferguson awakes alone in Italy, unsure of who she is, and a gorgeous man has claimed her as his own. He's tall, dark, and sexy, with money and power, the kind of man who makes a girl want to be possessed. And he does possess her, whispering wicked wonderful promises to her, stealing her trust and her heart. Soon though, the past finds her, yanking her from a cocoon of passion and safety. Everything is not how it seems. The truth will shatter her world, but it can set her free, if it doesn't destroy her first.


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Excerpt
His hand slides to my back and he leans me toward the table, forcing me to catch myself on my elbows. He holds me there, his body cradling mine, his lips a breath from a touch. “I won’t let you fall.”
“I know,” I say, and I do now. Beyond time and reason, I trust this man.
His mouth brushes mine and then trails down my jaw, slowly teasing a path to my ear, where he whispers, “I’m not going to claim to own you the way he did.” He flattens his hands on my belly, possessiveness in the touch. “I’m just going to make you wish I did.”
My lips part with the erotic promise, and he is already kissing me, licking into my mouth, his tongue a sultry, seductive promise that he can make good on his vow. And while I do not wish anyone to own me again, I want what he offers in a way that defies reason.
He nips my lips and licks away the sweet ache, and somehow I feel that lick between my thighs where I am already wet and aching. His whiskers rasp on my cheek, down my neck to my shoulder, a wicked burn that is torment and pleasure at the same time. Like he is. His hands settle on my waist, lingering there, teasing me with all the places they could go, until finally he is caressing my body, up and down, a slow, sexy, torturous exploration.
He pinches my nipples again and he is not gentle, but I do not seem to want gentle. My sex clenches and my knees crush his hips. His lips curve to a small, satisfied smile that is wickedly sexy, and rawly male. He leans in and licks one of my throbbing nipples, sending a shiver down my spine, and I arch upward, the table biting into my elbows, but I do not care. He is sucking me, dragging deep on the knotted peak, and pleasure tingles through my nerve endings, my sex, forcing my legs to squeeze his hips again.
My arms tremble with my weight and he responds without me asking, moving closer and laying me on top of the table. My spine flattens on the hard surface and he lingers above me. “I want more.”
“More what?”
“Everything,” he says, his lips nuzzling my ear as he repeats, “Everything, Ella. Can I have it?”
The question affects me, but not as much as the way he waits, genuinely seeking my approval. He takes power but somehow gives it to me as well, and this is freedom to me, safety. Things I do not think I have often felt in my life. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
He inhales as if my approval surprises and pleases him, as if it is a gift he relishes, not a property he owns. And it is then that I give myself the freedom to just let go, the muscles in my body easing in ways they hadn’t before. I do give him everything. His mouth caresses mine and he whispers, “That’s what I wanted,” as if he knows I’ve made that decision.
And already his lips are traveling down my neck, tongue flicking here and there, his hand caressing, squeezing my breast. He assaults my senses with pleasure, touching me, kissing me, driving away my memories and enemies. His whiskers rasp my belly, his lips pressing to the center, his tongue flickering into my navel, and I tremble with the silent promise it will soon be where I want it to be. His hand flattens over my sex, inches lower until he is flicking my clit, back and forth, back and forth.
He lifts my legs to his shoulders, spreading me wide, and I am vulnerably his, and aroused beyond belief. He lowers his head, his breath a warm tease on my sensitive places, and I grip the edge of the table, bracing myself for what is to come. He laps at my nub, the barely there touch, and I am breathing hard, wishing I could touch him, incapable of moving, and the muscles of my sex clench so tightly it hurts.
He licks my clit and I am both relieved and on edge in the same moment, ready for more, for that everything he has promised me. Another lick follows. Yes, please, more, I think, and as if he’s heard my silent plea, he gives it to me. His hands slide beneath my backside and he lifts me to his mouth, and it is nothing shy of sweet bliss when his mouth closes down around me. He sucks, drawing deeply on my sensitive flesh, lapping at me, licking me again in all the right ways and right places. I am panting and moaning, and I barely recognize the sounds as my own. Sensations ripple through me and when his fingers slide inside me, I am undone, tumbling into orgasm. The intensity jerks my body and I lose all time and space. It’s escape, sweet, blissful escape, and he keeps me there, slowly bringing me down, the licks of his tongue growing softer, slower. Until I am sated, limp, and he pulls me back onto his lap, my head resting on his shoulder, his hand flattening between my shoulder blades.
“Everything or nothing,” he whispers, and this time, I do not believe he is talking about orgasms and pleasure.
I lean back to look at him, and the idea of what we are becoming is a sweet seduction, threatened by the emptiness of my past. “What if everything is too much?”
He drags two fingers down my cheek. “Sweetheart, I don’t have a ceiling. We’re going to find out if you do.”
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About the Author:
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.


Watch the video on casting for the INSIDE TV Show HERE


Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.


Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.


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