Saturday, January 31, 2015

Hourglass Cubed

Cover Reveal - Hourglass Cubed by K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith


Title: Hourglass Cubed

Authors: K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing




Synopsis: 

Love him, or loathe him — there is no denying that Lucas Wellington is eye candy at its finest.



Lucas Wellington has tried relationships, tried so hard he dated two girls at one time and paid the cost dearly when they caught him red-handed. Now Luke is back to his bachelor ways and enjoying all it has to offer, that is, until he literally gets ran over by one woman who won’t give him the time of day. Determined to get this new challenge beneath him in bed, Luke pulls out all the stops until he is successful. But when Luke realizes that Julianna’s hold on him is just as strong he panics.



Julianna Grimaldi is the physical therapist for the Denver Broncos and has heard all about the one and only Luke Wellington. Having witnessed his destruction first hand, she is immune to all of his charm and charisma, or at least that’s what she thinks. Trying with all her might to spare her heart she resists Luke at every turn, but eventually he tears down her walls and makes her see that there may be more to the Denver Playboy than meets the eye. 

The question remains though, will Luke fall back on old habits and break Julianna’s heart or will he finally meet his match and find love.


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K.S. Smith is an aspiring new contemporary romance author. When she is not writing you will most likely find her tanning on the beautiful Florida beaches, spending time with her family and friends or dedicating her time to the military through her favorite non-profit organization.

K.S. Smith was born and raised in Tampa, FL and continues to build her life there in her new home with her boyfriend of ten years who will hopefully one day put all book boyfriends to shame with an out of this world proposal.

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Megan Smith was born and raised in beautiful Tampa, Florida where she spent her days falling in love with fictional characters from a very young age.

After marrying her best friend she relocated to North Carolina to support her husband’s career as a U.S. Marine. During her time in North Carolina Megan was blessed with 3 beautiful children who have kept her constantly busy chasing after them and enjoying the daily routine of motherhood.

Most recently Megan and her family have relocated to St. Petersburg, Florida where she has spent the past few months achieving her lifelong dream of publishing her very first novel; as well as continuing to submerge herself in some of her favorite books while appreciating a glass of wine and her favorite, salted pretzel Milanos. 

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RAVAGE ME BOOK BLITZ

Title: Ravage Me
Series: Ravage MC #1
Author: Ryan Michele
Genre: MC Romance


After spending the last two years stuck behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson’s time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge. Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed. Trying to settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are turned and the woman who framed her is out for blood. Lucky for Princess, growing up in a MC has taught her how to hold her own.

After spending years in hell overseas, Donavon ‘Cruz’ came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs. 

When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life. Trying to meet the needs of the MC business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and lives are at stake. 

Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?

*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only.*
















Michele will keep you glued to the page and rooted in the story. Every character was a colorful and unique addition to the story and I can't wait to see where the series goes next. There are still miles of story to tell and Michele is certainly up to the task. I'm highly recommending this one! - My Secret Book Spot


PERFECT MC READ!! LOVE THIS SERIES!! -Morning Books & Coffee

Wow is all I can say! The action, betrayal, emotions.....it was hard to put down so I read it in one sitting. I love MC books but this one was one of the best I have read in a long time!!! On to the next one!!! - Amazon Reader

I've got my eye on G.T. and Casey and doubt that my kindle will be cooling off anytime soon. Keep 'em coming Ryan Michele, you have a new Ravage MC fan. - iScream Books


Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. Then Wanting You, Ravage Me currently Seduce Me.

When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun.




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His Name is Killian

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Erotic Romance
Date Published: November 25, 2014

Killian Stone paints harpies. 
Killian Stone is not into vanilla sex. 
Killian Stone suffers from mood swings. 
Killian Stone has done something very bad. 
The day the painter approaches her on the bridge and asks her to pose for him is the beginning of a lust Melissa won’t be able to bridle. When Killian Stone offers her a month of submission, she’s already too captivated to turn him down. His unhinged sexuality lets her explore her own dark fantasies, but his anger outbursts are scary and devastating. As the time goes by, Melissa realizes there’s something more than just irritability and anger. He has done something which doesn’t let him rest.



A short excerpt

Killian didn’t say more but ran after Melissa. She had almost reached the exit. When she saw the already familiar erotic images over the walls, she rushed forward, stumbled upon the iron door, told the guard to open it, and threw herself out of the building. The yellow light of the street pole hurt her eyes after they had been too long in the dark. She looked up, as if searching for solace in the dark skies, and at last took a deep breath of the cold air.
“Melissa!” she heard his voice behind. She didn’t turn. Instead, she took a step, but her legs were losing their strength, and she felt weak in the knees.
“Baby.” He was close now, and she turned around and pushed him in the chest.
“Damn it! What the hell was all that for? What for?”
Laughing, Killian tried to envelop his arms around her, but she shrank back.
“Come here.” He made another attempt to hug her and met resistance again. “Come, stop it. Let me hug you, and you’ll calm down.”
“Leave me!” she yelled louder as Killian forced his arms around her. “Leave me, you…pervert.”
“Baby, sweet thing, little angel, I’m sorry if it scared you,” Killian muttered, pressing her to his chest and rubbing her back. “I didn’t think you were so impressionable. Those were just S and M games in a BDSM dungeon.”
“You said it was a museum!” she cried out, trying to get out of his grip. Killian held her tighter, and her efforts became more vigorous.
“Calm down,” he said, feeling her tears on his neck.
“Why would you do that to me?”
“Calm down.”
“Let me go! I can’t stand you!” She pushed him harder, but the steel arms weren’t letting her free. The claustrophobic feeling was back again, and Lessi pushed him with all her force. At last he loosened his grip but didn’t let her slip through his hands and kept her at an arm’s length by her shoulders.
“Calm down, nothing bad has happened,” he said as she again tried to get out of his arms. “Here, hit me.” Killian cupped her hands in his and balled her palms into fists. “Hit me, and you’ll feel better,” he said, hitting her hands against his chest.
Melissa tried to pull her hands back, but he tightened his grip and once again hit himself with her fists. “Do it! You’re so mad with me. Hit me and you’ll feel better.”
“Stop it.”
“Hit me!”



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I started with a short drizzle. When the first drop of molten wax made contact with the skin in the center of his chest, he winced with his whole body. He wasn’t expecting it; his arms jolted, but then he smirked and relaxed, waiting for the next drop. I didn’t make him wait. Another splash of wax spurted over his abs and slid down to his left side, cooling and solidifying on its way.
This time he grunted. And again I had that strange feeling of arousal every time the hot wax landed on his skin. Each part of his body reacted differently to the heat. He flinched when the wax nipped his chest, shuddered when it puddled over his tummy; he writhed beneath me when I dripped a drop of wax on his nipple, his breath turning into a quick gasp. I detected every movement of his muscles, watched his ribs shuffle smoothly underneath his skin, his V lines tease me with a light motion. Those moments of us together—him surrendering to me, and me toying with his body—were moments of intimacy and of deep closeness, of trusting each other, and loving each other. As the wax streamed across his skin, as hot as the blood that was snaking through his veins, his body language was telling me things no one else could decipher.
“How does it feel?” I asked, holding the candle above his chest.
“Scalding.”
I stroked his sweating face, grazed it lightly with my nails. If it was scalding then I needed to quench his fire. I grabbed an ice cube from the bucket on the tray and tipped his brow. He flinched at first, thinking I had dripped hot wax on his face. I couldn’t help giggling. Dripping hot wax on the face is a big “No.” I’d never do that, but it was funny to see how he’d already lost the ability to tell the wax from the ice.
“Let’s play a game,” I said. “We’ll call it ‘A Song of Ice and Fire.’ You’ll have to guess what I’m dipping on you. If you guess wrong, the wax will become hotter.” I bent the glass holder and sprinkled the wax over his tensed biceps. He wasn’t expecting to feel the heat on his arm and laughed nervously.
“Fire,” he whispered.
Another drop of wax landed inside his thigh.
“Fire,” he said again.
A bead of water came off the ice cube and splashed around his nipple, dissipating into his warm body.
“Fire.”
I giggled again. It seemed unbelievable how the contrasting sensations of icy and heat had become the same for him.
“Bad boy,” I said, then pressed my two fingers over his belly button and poured a stream of wax on his abs, watching it course down to the spot between his tummy and groin.
“Dammit,” he hissed through pain.
The icy drops rained across his face—on his sweltering brow, and the parted lips, and the stubbly chin—and the scarce rivulets made their way to his throbbing throat.
“Ice,” he sighed out.
I bowed to his neck and licked the tiny puddle of water in the hollow beneath his Adam’s apple. “Good boy. Now try again.”
I took an ice cube and trailed it slowly over his collarbone, then across his chest and down to his hard cock.
“Ice,” he muttered, and as I dipped hot wax over his solar plexus, he again said, “Ice.”
The molten punishment cascaded down his skin. I loved how deeply he moaned, wondering if he’d still not stop me if I poured the hot wax on his genitals. I looked at his face covered with the blindfold. The lips were parted, and low, almost inaudible pants were escaping his mouth. I needed to know if those lips would give out a loud cry if I did that. I covered his cock with my hand and tested a drop of wax on the back of my palm. Although I was holding the candle almost fifteen inches above his body, the wax was still hot.
I saw him tense. Obviously he was not comfortable being cuffed down, and sometimes jerked his hands with so much strength I thought he’d break the bedposts. It has to be hard to give up power when you’re used to being in total control. His cuffed hands clenched into fists and the veins on his neck swelled. He held his breath but even then said nothing. I sat on his knees, the candle in my hand, watching him and waiting for him to stop me. I knew he had guessed my intention, but he was silent. Then I looked at his erection. Big and swollen, begging for my touch. No, that much pain I couldn’t cause him. I took a condom from the tray and sheathed him gently. When I saddled him and took his flesh inside me, a relieved moan of pleasure escaped his mouth. My poor lover, he’d really thought I’d scald his genitals. I took him deeper and began rising up and down, still holding the candle in my hand and dropping the molten wax across his chest and abs, painting his torso with narrow squiggles that slid to his sides and drew abstract patterns over his body.
I may be a meek mistress, but at least I made him come moaning out my name. Then I glanced at what I had done. The wax had cooled all over his body, a composition of blue patterns and unintelligible scrawls stretching from the top of his pecs and spreading over his taut torso. I scraped a bit of wax with my nail, and it flaked off like a thin layer of skin.
From the tray on the bed I picked up a butter knife and began to peel off the pieces of wax bit by bit. I knew it might be nibbling, but that wax had to be scraped away, and I felt like shaping him of clay, raking cautiously scales of wax with the knife or my fingernails. With every scrape he tensed then relaxed as the frozen wax broke and came off him, revealing his pink skin underneath. The hardest was when I reached his treasure trail. I didn’t know how to do that without epilating him. I tried to be gentle, but it didn’t help. He grunted when I plucked out some hairs, then cussed when I pulled another inch of wax off him. I had been shielding that spot with my palm, but the wax had still managed to spread there.
Sorry, my love, I should have been more attentive.
I took the blindfold off his face. It was soaked in sweat. He was lying with his eyes closed, detached and silent. When I laid my palm over his chest, the heat of his body passed to my skin. I put the tray on the floor, then unlocked the cuffs and took a glass of water to his lips. He drank the water greedily as I raised his head and leaned it against my shoulder.
“Hug me,” he murmured when a chill passed through his body. I covered him with a duvet, got under it and pressed my naked body to his. God, how hot he was! But despite the heat of his skin it seemed that he felt chilled. It happens after a wax play, and I continued to lay over him, caress his face and kiss gently his closed eyelids, his nose and lips, and whispered soothing words until his respiration stabilized and the tremors ceased. He raised his lids slowly and made eye contact with me. That soft, exhausted glance did something strange with my heart. It quailed suddenly with a twinge of pain, making me scowl. Killian smiled to me reassuringly, then patted the side of my face with his knuckles. How does he always know what’s going on in my head?
I was in need of care too, so I bowed down to his face, and for a very long time we were just kissing, kissing, and kissing. I love the way he kisses, starting with short, gentle pecks, growing passionate, going down my neck and returning to my lips, slowing down again, then grabbing my jawline and taking my breath away.
“Did you date anyone these past months?” he asked me as I lay in his arms, my face buried against his warm chest.
“No,” I said. “And you?”
“Hookers.”
“Disgusting.”
“Why?”
“Never mind,” I murmured.
When his fingers dug into my hair, I yawned and plastered myself tighter to his body, which was still abnormally hot. I was feeling sleepy but didn’t want to fall asleep and miss a single touch. I had missed that blissful state so much.




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Friday, January 30, 2015

FERVENT Cover Reveal




Title: Fervent
Author: Gemma James
Series: Condemned #3
Cover Design: Designed by the author
 Release Date: April 30, 2015


Synopsis

I never imagined things could get worse, but they do. The men who took us show no mercy. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed Rafe for something he has no memory of, and I’m their weapon of choice.
 
Tortured and defiled, they make me wish I was back in that cabin where death was favorable to drawing another breath, but our captors can’t break what’s already broken.
 
What scares me is the madness I see festering inside Rafe. I’ve taken his freedom, his career, his reputation, yet despite all I’ve done, he’s determined to fight for me, kill for me, give everything he is for me.
 
He’ll even die for me.

 
NOTE TO READERS

FERVENT is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the CONDEMNED series. This is not a stand-alone read! Please begin with TORRENT and RAMPANT, otherwise, FERVENT might not make much sense.









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Author Bio

Gemma James is the multi-genre author of several novels and novellas, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction. She’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children—three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.



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