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Every Single Part of You (MFM) ~ London Saint James @LSJRomance

 05 May 30th - EverySinglePartofYou

Title: Every Single Part of You Series
Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour

Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers
Published by: LSJ Romance
Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design
Word Count: 80k
Heat Level: 5
Release Date: May 27, 2016
Please Note: This book contains mature themes,
explicit language and sexual scenes

Blurb:

Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won’t save the day, and truth doesn’t always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.

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Excerpt:

I lowered myself into the warmth and sparkling bubbles. “This feels great,” I said, relaxing muscles I hadn’t even realized were stiff.

Turning my head, I watched Eryk and Cross. Boots were kicked off. Socks removed. Jeans unbuttoned. There was no denying myself the pleasure of enjoying their hard bodies being revealed.

My gaze pinged between the two. Eryk exposed long, lean muscles like a swimmer as his shirt landed on the floor. Thicker muscles rippled down Cross’s body, but they both had the most mouthwatering set of abdominals and a sexy V-shaped cut to their…

Oh my. I gaped as they pushed their jeans and boxers down. They were both hard, their erections jutting out.

I blinked. Something silver glinted in the light. “You pierced your—” I clamped my mouth shut, staring.

“Dick,” Eryk said. “Yeah. I did.”

I winced, imagining the pain. “Why would you do that to your—”

“You can say it, Petal.”

I shook my head. Cross chuckled.

Eryk wrapped his fingers around his impressive girth. “Come on. Let me hear it. Don’t be shy.”

“Your—” I swallowed. Swiped my tongue over my lips. “Your dick,” I whispered.

“Scoot up,” Cross instructed.

When I did, he slipped into the tub behind me, pulling my body against delectably hard muscles, his manhood finding a home in the lower curve of my spine.

“May I see?” I asked Eryk, enthralled.

“You can see, touch, taste—whatever you want to do,” he said as he strode to the side of the tub. “I’m all yours.”

I untangled myself from Cross’s arms. Pushing up on my knees offered a better view of Eryk’s penis. I studied the wide head. Protruding vertically through the tip was a metal bar with two balls capping off each end.

I glanced up at him. “Didn’t that hurt?”

“Like hell.”

I tentatively reached out with a fingertip and paused.

“Go on.” He gripped himself again, angling the head to me in offering.

I touched the metal ball on top. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“When I’m pumping in and out of your sweet pussy, you’ll know why.”

A title wave of lust slammed into me as I pictured Eryk taking me. The muscles of his body working as he thrust into my snug channel, stretching me to my limits. I rubbed my lips together. What would cool steel and hot flesh feel like inside of me?

“You good?” Eryk asked interrupting my dirty thoughts. “Or do you need to study my Apa a little more?”

“Apa?”

“This type of piercing is an Apadravya, or Apa for short.”

Cross snaked his arm around my waist once more. “Let Eryk join us.”

“Sorry,” I said, staring again at Eryk’s piercing. “I didn’t mean to be so flabbergasted.”

Cross slid me between his bent legs—his knees popping out of the water on either side of me.

“No need to apologize,” Eryk said, getting in the tub, facing Cross and I.

“I’m sure you’ve figured out I don’t have much experience with, well—things.” I hesitated a moment then blurted out only a partial thought. “I’ve lived in a fishbowl—”

Eryk’s brows pulled together. “Fishbowl?”

“You know, contained, while at the same time transparent—where everything I do and say is scrutinized by my father and his staff, as well as the media.”

“Ah,” Eryk muttered. “Gotcha.”

“We understand being in the spotlight of the media,” Cross said. “We deal with it, too.”

Mm, but imagine not being free to be yourself while in that spotlight.” I paused a moment, trying to find the right way to explain. “The crazy thing is,” I said, “even with all the press

butting into my life, it has also been a sheltered one. Until you guys, I’d only been with one man, one time. And he didn’t even come close to making me feel what you have.”

“The guy who asked you to marry him?” Eryk asked.

I nodded. “Pierce.”

Eryk scowled. “This Pierce dude took your virginity, but didn’t make you come.”

Guilt niggled its way back into my system. I needed to tell Pierce I wasn’t going to be his wife.

“I didn’t know what I was doing,” I said. “And he wasn’t interested in taking things slow enough to teach me.”

“Angel,” Cross’s hands traced along the bell of my hips, “any guy who doesn’t want to touch every part of this slamming hot body and watch you get off is a complete douchebag loser.”

“Got that fuckin’ right,” Eryk said. “Give me your foot, beautiful girl.”

I lifted my foot out of the water, suds slipping down the front of my leg. Eryk took hold, and kissed my big toe.

I giggled, until he started massaging.

Oh,” I moaned, head falling back onto Cross’s chest as Eryk worked his thumbs into the ball of my foot.

“That’s it.” Cross’s hands slicked up my ribcage, then over my breasts, narrowing everything in my world down to their attentive hands. “Just relax and enjoy. We’ll take good care of you.”

Eryk’s strong fingers wrapped around my ankle bone, manacling me as he lifted my foot to his mouth and kissed each pearlescent-painted toe. Then, he sucked on my pinky, twirling his sinful tongue around the digit, sucking on the tip.

Wow. The man was good with his mouth and his hands.

His lips slipped over the entire toe as he sucked with a slow, easy rhythm, keeping that steel-gray gaze of his on me. Fire streaked up from my foot and burned between my legs. “Eryk,” I panted.

Cross’s palms slicked down my torso, finger inching over my mound and finally gliding between my feminine folds. I thought I would lose my mind at the pleasure assaulting me.

A needy sound escaped my tremulous lips.

I was of two minds. I wanted to just lie there, enjoy, and ultimately find release, but I also wanted to make them feel good.

I grabbed Cross’s wrist, stilling his fingers. “Wait.”

“Why?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.

Eryk stopped what he was doing, his gaze pinned on me.

Boldness, Sara. “I want to make you guys feel as good as you make me feel.”

Eryk glanced over my shoulder. I knew he and Cross were doing their silent form of communication, something I’d witnessed before.

“What do you have in mind, Angel?”

“I want to—” My lower lip weaseled its way between my teeth.

“To?” he pressed.

Blurt it out before you lose your nerve. “I want to make you both climax.”

“Come,” Cross said into my ear, making my nipples pull tighter. “You want to make us come.”

“Yes.”

“How?” Eryk asked.

I licked my lips, and then went for it. “With my mouth.”

A smile formed on his face, but it was Cross who said, “You want to suck our cocks.”

He didn’t speak his words as a question, but I nodded anyway.

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London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

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Clouded Hell (MM) ~ J.R. Gray @TheOriginalGray

03 Mar 28th - CloudedHell

Blurb:

I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists.

I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I’ll never get over him. There isn’t a chance in this clouded hell.

Excerpt:

If I hadn’t seen the video of the fight, I wouldn’t have believed it. I clicked the button on my laptop to rewind it, to see the way his body moved. I gripped myself through my shorts and glanced over at Kai. He was busy inking a full back piece, and I doubted he’d even take a break for another hour. He couldn’t see me from where I sat. It would be so easy.

I trailed my fingers over the places Dante had left marks. I could almost taste them, even if the bruises had faded. I’d looked at them in the mirror over my bed and fucked my hand every night since I’d left. I groaned as I slipped my hand into my shorts.

I squeezed my shaft, digging my nails into the sensitive skin. I had to bite back a hiss of pain. Kai could easily walk out and see me. The rooms in the shop were three-quarter walls to divide the space with wide open doorways. Maybe I wanted to be caught. I kicked my feet out, watching a bead of sweat drip down Dante’s neck. When he threw a punch his muscles tightened, and it took me back to him swinging his belt. The sound of his fist hitting flesh was close, so close, to the way the leather sounded against mine.

I shouldn’t be imagining him touching me, but it was impossible not to. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to mark me with them. I was hit with the sudden realization he’d been acting when he was in the ring with me. He hadn’t even gone at half speed. He was a monster when he fought. It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from getting up and into my Jeep to drive to the airport.

I used my free hand to unbutton my shorts and slide down my zipper, freeing my cock.

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When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it’s half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray’s existence are commas, and even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.

If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.

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What I Would Give To See You Again (MF) ~ Jewel Quinlan @JewelQuinlan #99cents

A Reverie Resort Vacation

Visit Reverie Resort, a luxury hotel on a tropical island where vacationers come to enjoy their wildest dreams but get more than they ever expected…

what-i-would-give-to-see-you-again-200x300Vampire Ahram Bahar comes to Reverie Resort to experience his deepest wish; to relive a moment he had with a woman over one hundred years ago. In 1892, he was reunited with Angelica Meitner, his childhood friend and soul mate. It was a moment of deep love, exquisite tenderness, and a horrifying ending that has haunted him ever since. Now, he wants a chance to savor the good without the bad, but did he remember to tell the resort hosts?

Releases March 28, 2016
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Enjoy this excerpt from the book:

“I have to confess something, Angelica. I’ve never forgotten about you. As a boy, I remembered having feelings for you that were more than friendship, not that I could have said what they were. But seeing you now, I know it was the real thing. I loved you then and I still do now. I was really the one who pushed for this trip, not Serapis. I thought, if we came here, I might be lucky enough to find you. And I was, though in a completely unexpected way.”

She blinked rapidly and lifted the shawl from beside her to blot at the tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes. “This has to be a dream.” She sniffled. “You being here so suddenly…saying all the words I’ve imagined you saying.” She took in a shaky breath and looked up at him. “I never married because of you, you know.”

Ahram felt again the overwhelming surge of love that consumed him. It was twice now what it had been before because of all the longing he’d stored up for her over the past century. It was a tidal wave of emotion. He drew her into his arms and kissed her soft lips, felt her full breasts press against his chest, again memorizing the precious feel of her and the sensation of her lips against his. Unexpectedly, she parted her lips for him and their tongues slid against each other. Ah, she tasted so wonderful…delicious…

He broke the kiss.

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Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua, Penny.

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A Great New Read – Year in Review 2015

2015 ~ A Year in Review

Time to give a shout out to all the authors who allowed me to showcase their fabulous works this year, and for their continued support of this blog. 2015 was a pretty fabulous year all around, both for them and for myself too. While the below is merely a small sampling of all the fabulous books that came out from the various publishers my author friends and colleagues write for, it was a busy year for us all it appears. So let’s take one last look at what came to A Great New Read in 2015 – and here’s hoping 2016 is just as productive.

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Empress of Storms (MF) ~ Nicola Cameron @YesItsNicolaC

11Nov 19th - Empress-of-storms

Blurb:

A king who must offer himself as royal consort to fulfill a treaty. A young queen and mage, unexpectedly married to the man she’s loved since childhood. Two countries, divided by geography and united by a political marriage, are poised on the brink of a golden age. But will vicious magic and unexpected betrayal tear both the royal couple and their kingdoms apart?

When King Matthias of Ypres has to fulfill a treaty and provide a royal consort for young Queen Danäe of Hellas, the only royal available for marriage is … him. Can he risk letting a blue-haired witch queen into his heart?

From political necessity, Queen Danäe finds herself marrying the man she secretly loves. Now she must win the heart of a king, prove herself as a mage, and defeat the enemies that threaten them both.

Excerpt:

“You’re not what I expected, Danaë.”

“So I gathered. You’re different as well. And I’m very pleased with that.” She reached out and tugged at a curl of his chest hair. “So, shall we try this again?”

“I think we should.” He held up the taper. “With the light or without?”

“With, if it’s all the same to you. I want to enjoy the sight of my new husband.”

“I suspect I’m the one who will be doing the bulk of the enjoying, but as you wish.” Matthias put the candle back on the side table. He was now cast in shadow, but Danaë could still see him well enough. He slid down until he was on his side facing her. “I’m afraid I’m out of practice with bedroom matters. What would you like to do now?”

She thought. He hadn’t kissed her yet, at least not above the collarbones. “I’d like a proper kiss. The one you gave me after the ceremony may have been acceptable for public consumption, but I hope it’s not how you kiss in private.”

“It isn’t.” He moved closer, stroking her shoulder with a finger. “And my apologies for that. I suspect I’ll be apologizing for much of what happened this day.”

“No apologies are needed if you kiss me.”

He did, a sweet brush of lips that made her mouth tingle with anticipation. The next kiss caught her lower lip between his. He sucked gently on the plump flesh, letting it slide free with a soft pop. Their faces were too close to see him smile, but she could feel it somehow.

“You have honey in your kisses, Danaë,” he murmured.

“Only for you, Matthias.”

“Flatterer.”

She dimpled. “Kiss me again and find out.”

This time his kiss was stronger, hungrier. She responded with an equal need, cupping his cheeks and immersing herself in the intoxicating taste of Matthias’s mouth. He tasted of wine and the roast from dinner, and some secret flavor that was unique to him, something dark and very male. It was perfect, sating a hunger she hadn’t known she possessed. She fell back against her pillows and he followed, their tongues sliding against each other in a twisting dance.

He finally pulled back, gasping. “It’s a good thing I didn’t kiss you like that earlier today,” he said. “I would’ve taken you in front of the entire cathedral.”

“Perhaps a bit more than the nobles of Ypres needed to see,” she agreed, breathless. “Not to mention my brother and Patriarch Reniel.”

Matthias tilted her chin up, nuzzling the soft skin of her jaw. “He would’ve had me building shrines in atonement to the end of my days. And your brother would have run me through.”

“Which would have caused an unpleasant international incident.” She arched when his mouth hit a sensitive spot on her neck. “Not to mention I would have to have him executed for killing my husband.”

“It’s a good thing we avoided all that, then,” Matthias agreed, licking delicate spirals on her skin down towards her breast. He stopped at the point where the flesh began to mound and kissed his way to her nipple. Dragging the very tip of his tongue around the areola, he then flicked it across the stiff little nub. “Best we save such things for the privacy of our bed.”

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Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

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