Release Day Launch for Wasted Summer by Cathryn Fox

We're having a release day launch for Cathryn Fox's WASTED SUMMER!! I'm so in love with this amazing NA romance. Cathryn is sharing an excerpt with us and hosting a fantastic giveaway. Be sure to check it out and grab your copy of Wasted Summer today!!

“You okay?” he asked.

She wrapped her arms around herself and stared at the sky. Ryeland followed her gaze and took in the streaks of pink and purple bruising the horizon.

She rubbed her hands over her arms. “Yeah, it’s just, the sun is going down and the temperature is dropping.”

“We could always get in the hot springs.”

“I don’t have a suit.”

“We can wear our clothes.”

“I guess it wouldn’t be the first time you caught me soaking wet and fully dressed.”

“Then I take that as a yes.” He jumped to his feet and pulled her up.

She yelled when he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the edge. “No, I was kidding.” She whacked him and wiggled to get free. Jesus, he wished she wouldn’t wiggle like that. “And we just ate.”

“Don’t care.” He jumped, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on as the warm water enveloped them. She pushed away from him and they both came up sputtering.

Laughing, she swiped her hair off her face and swam away. “You’re crazy.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I think.”

He moved closer when she stopped swimming, watching the way the water dripped down her face, making her look so sexy, so damn tempting. His cock thickened, need propelling him forward and urging him to act on what he was feeling. Her smile fell and her mouth opened slightly as his gaze dropped to her lips.

He took a breath and let it out slowly as he closed the distance between them, standing so close he could feel the pounding of her heart. “You want to know what I think?”

She stared into his eyes and he could almost hear her brain buzzing. She opened her mouth and closed it again. When she finally spoke, her voice was so soft, so quiet he had to strain to hear it.

“Okay,” she whispered.

With his heart picking up tempo, he ran his thumb over her cheek then cupped her chin. “What I think is I’d like to kiss you.” When she didn’t flinch, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. His lips moved over hers, reveling in the warmth, the softness.

“Ryeland,” she whispered into his mouth.

“Yeah?” he asked, barely able to think straight as she melted against him. His body tightened, pleasure racing through him.

Her breath grew shallow, her chest rising and falling quickly against his. “What are we doing?”

“We’re kissing.”

“Friends don’t kiss.”

“Friends kiss,” he murmured.

“No, they don’t.”

Breathing hard, he rested his forehead against hers, working to keep his shit together. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice so tortured he barely recognized it. “If you want me to stop, I will. Just tell me and I will.”

When Broken meets Beautiful. Melody Spencer has a plan: work hard, stay focused and save enough money to get out of Stone Cliff and the rumors that surround her. Wounded and distrustful, she’s learned the hard way that if a guy is nice to her, it means he’s only after one thing.

Until Ryeland Montgomery cruises back into her resort town, beautifully protective as he insists they get to know each other better.

Ryeland’s future is in the palm of his hands. Problem is it’s the future his hard-nosed father has chosen for him, not the one he wants. Warned by his folks to steer clear of the local girls who will do whatever it takes to escape the sleepy mountain town, he’s always played the good son and kept his distance.

Until he sees Melody, sweet yet tough, standing on the road side, drenched and furious—a girl he knows he has to have.

Soon this unlikely pair find themselves lost in each other, and after a whirlwind summer of passion and pleasure, he vows to protect her from everything and everyone. But when secrets unfold, Melody is forced to make the toughest decision of her life and Ryeland must determine whether he's wasted the summer on nothing more than a beautiful lie, or if they can move past the deceit and rebuild the wreckage that has become their lives.

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New York Times and USA today Best selling author, Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.

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Awake - Salvatore Vivenzio

John Flashword, reduce da un'intricata esperienza di vita, decide di raccontare la sua breve e affascinante storia: un'esistenza andata in frantumi la sua, che vede crollare dinanzi a sé qualsiasi progetto e aspettativa. Sarebbe voluto essere un grande regista, uno scrittore di fama internazionale, persino un pittore e invece si ritrova impiegato, con un misero salario, seduto per ore con lo sguardo fisso dinanzi a un computer. 

Tutte le aspirazioni di quel bambino che aveva affrontato troppo per la sua età: il bullismo, l'assenza di veri amici, l'essere eclissato da un fratello brillante, un padre solito al gioco d'azzardo e al consumo di alcool, sono state disilluse; ed è proprio l’alcool uno dei protagonisti: “il sedativo per lenire il dolore, la tossina per annientare se stessi”, il veleno che accompagna John nel corso di tutta la sua avventura. 

È forte il legame fra le due parti in cui è frammentato il suo animo cioè la facciata esterna dell'uomo che assapora le gioie della vita, privo di preoccupazioni e l'animo interiore, in continua lotta con se stesso, con quell'uomo con la cicatrice che lo opprime e lo penetra con i suoi occhi vacui. La sua mente è la sua prigione, il suo aguzzino le sue catene. A niente valgono i tentativi di evasione, nessuno è disposto a tirarlo fuori, né Morte, né Amore. 

In un contesto di degrado, un paese senza dèi che non si occupano dei suoi figli, lasciandoli alla smania della loro caotica umanità, si svolgono gli assurdi eventi. 

Così si trascina l’esistenza del protagonista, sospesa sul baratro della follia, in una continua sopravvivenza, alla ricerca disperata di una dimora dove porre fine al suo estenuate viaggio. Prima della decisione finale, prima di scegliere la soluzione, l’unica. Ma senza alcuna certezza sul suo finale.

"Un racconto intenso, graffiante, irriverente. Awake lascia una sensazione di smarrimento che induce ad una profonda riflessione sull’essere umano, sul proprio Io, sulla caduca razionalità. Segna un confine labile fra follia e realtà; il protagonista della narrazione ci passeggia in bilico, come un funambolo senza protezioni. Consigliato ai lettori curiosi ed anticonformisti, a coloro che viaggiano con la mente per rispondere ad una domanda fondamentale: chi siamo?" 

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SALVATORE VIVENZIO

Nasce a Roma ma è costretto a trasferirsi dopo soli tre anni . Dopo tre traslochi si stabilisce in provincia di Avellino. La passione per la letteratura nasce in tenera età grazie alle fiabe classiche e di La Fontaine. Il primo racconto arriva all’età di undici anni. Inizia a pubblicare le sue storie gratuitamente tramite un proprio blog, riscontrando notevole successo. Poi giovanissimo, a soli quindici anni, porta a termine il suo primo romanzo. Partecipa al progetto “BurnWriter” e alla raccolta di poesia “Metrici Moti”. Gestisce un blog (Damned Art) che valorizza opere di giovani artisti (scrittori, disegnatori) e grazie al quale si tiene in costante contatto con i lettori pubblicando di frequente storie e aggiornamenti sulla propria vita e la propria carriera. Con il racconto inedito The Strange Hood vince il premio “Calamaio” al Fantaexpo 2014. Attualmente lavora come giornalista per la webzine ComicsOn e frequenta un Liceo Classico in provincia di Napoli.

ROMANCE&FANTASY FOR COSMOPOLITAN GIRL: 13 gennaio 2015
TAPPA 1: Estratto + Colonna sonora.
Il partecipante lettore potrà commentare ed inserire una propria colonna sonora abbinata all’estratto.

THE BIBLIOPHILE GIRL: 15 gennaio 2015
TAPPA 2: Estratto + Paragone con Dott Jekyll e Mr Hide, commentato dall’Autore stesso.
Il partecipante lettore potrà commentare con la Sua opinione.

LA BIBLIOTECA INFINITA: 19 gennaio 2015
TAPPA 3: Chat live con Autore con domande e risposte sul racconto e la Sua biografia ad opera della blogger.
Il partecipante lettore potrà commentare ed inserire delle domande per l’Autore, a cui risponderà successivamente alla conclusione del Tour sulla Sua pagina Autore.

LE PASSIONI DI BRULLY: 22 gennaio 2015
TAPPA 4: Estratto
Il partecipante lettore potrà commentare con la propria opinione.

BOOKS WHAT ELSE?: 26 gennaio 2015
TAPPA 5: Vignetta + Estratto.
Il partecipante lettore potrà commentare il disegno e l’estratto con la propria opinione.


REGOLE DI PARTECIPAZIONE

- Diventare lettori fissi dei blog partecipanti.
#Romance&Fantasy for Cosmopolitan Girls: http://fidibooksblog.blogspot.com/?zx=f381755746680dfd

#The Bibliophile Girl: http://thebibliophilegirl.com/

#La Biblioteca Infinita: http://labibliotecainfinita.forumfree.it/

#Le passioni di Brully: http://lepassionidibrully.blogspot.com/

#Books what else?: http://bookswhatelse-it.blogspot.it/

- Commentare almeno tre tappe su cinque.


PREMIO

Il premio messo in palio per il Tour è una copia ebook gratuita del romanzo breve “Awake”.


VINCITORE

Il vincitore verrà estratto a sorte con un sito RANDOM fra i partecipanti che avranno rispettato tutte le regole. Il risultato sarà pubblicato sul blog della Casa Editrice: “Writing with Genesis Publishing”, il giorno successivo al termine dell’evento.

TAPPA 1: Estratto + Colonna sonora.

“In quella stanza buia dove eravamo rimasti solo io e lui. Anzi, oramai c’era solo lui.

Poi scoppiò a ridere, una risata che avrebbe fatto rabbrividire il demonio, se solo fosse esistito. E quella notte sognai un angelo insanguinato appeso a una croce. Sognai un flauto sonante nella notte. La luna esplose e i suoi cocci mi trafissero il cuore. Stavo morendo e nessuno se ne accorgeva.

Osservavano il mio volto senza preoccuparsi della mia anima. Neanche Dio mi avrebbe assistito. Cosa mi restava? Neanche le lacrime. Quell’angelo ero io, crocifisso sui miei fogli. I chiodi erano i miei sogni e le mie speranze, persi nel tempo. Morivo un po’ di più a ogni battito di ciglia; e non conoscevo neanche la causa per la quale ero l’agnello sacrificale. Bruci l’inferno e splenda la notte, mentre io mi masturbo osservando le gesta del mio demonio, pensai. Spargerà il suo seme ovunque e lascerà un segno, lì dove io sono stato capace solo d’essere inutile, di cristallizzarmi e di morire, pian piano, stringendo nessun altra mano che non fosse la mia.”

COLONNA SONORA DELL’AUTORE

Il partecipante lettore potrà commentare ed inserire una propria colonna sonora abbinata all’estratto. Come lettrice sono estremamente favorevole ad ascoltare  musica durante la lettura o a selezionare una playlist che richiami il senso del libro stesso. Musica e lettura sono un'accoppiata eccellente!

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Titolo: Sbucato dal nulla

Titolo originale: Out of the blue
Autore: Josh Lanyon
Traduttore: Barbara Cinelli

Lunghezza: 94 pagine

Collana: World / Rainbow
Genere: M/M
Formato: pdf, epub, mobi

Francia, 1916. La Grande Guerra. 

In alto, in volo sopra la carneficina nelle trincee, gli assi britannici e tedeschi si muovono come i cavalieri di una giostra per il controllo dei cieli. Lo sforzo e la tensione di vivere ogni giorno rischiando di morire porta a fare scelte pericolose e correre grossi rischi.

In lutto per la morte del suo amante, l’asso britannico Bat Bryant uccide accidentalmente l’uomo che ha minacciato di rivelare a tutti la verità. Ma c’è un testimone: il bel pilota americano “Cowboy” Cooper.

A quanto sembra, però, Cowboy ha un’idea tutta sua di giustizia.

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Ringraziamo gli autori che hanno partecipato a questa iniziativa offrendoci le loro deliziose storie. Ringraziamo anche Enrico Padovan che non solo ha dato il via a questo progetto, ma che ne è anche stato curatore.

Al momento il sito ISBN è chiuso per manutenzione, quindi non abbiamo potuto prelevare il numero da assegnare all’antologia, ecco perché la troverete per ora solo in formato pdf. Nei prossimi giorni verrà caricata regolarmente sia in formato epub che mobi, come sempre. Ci scusiamo per il disagio, ma purtroppo non è una cosa che potevamo prevedere.

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Release Day for The Phoenix Candidate by Heidi Joy Tretheway

Today we have the release day launch for Heidi Joy Tretheway's The Phoenix Candidate!! I love this book so much, and I'm thrilled to be bringing it to you! Heidi is sharing an exclusive excerpt, as well as a fantastic giveaway, so be sure to read all the way to the bottom!!!

Setup: Senator Shep Conover has just asked Congresswoman Grace Colton to consider being his vice presidential running mate in the 2016 presidential election. But before he’ll choose her, she must be vetted and coached by his political consultant, Jared Rankin—the stranger she thought was a one-night stand.

I hold the wingback chair for support and paste a smile on my face as I watch the senator leave the suite. That leaves me and Jared and a hell of a lot of silence.

He picks up several thick manila files from a side table, perhaps the same ones I saw in his hotel room last night, and sits in the chair opposite me. His expression is unreadable.

I remain standing. Fight or flight. That’s what I’m deciding as I lament there’s nothing in view that I could bludgeon Jared with.

“Ms. Colton. Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the chair I’m supposed to occupy.

“No.” I sound like a petulant child.

“Grace—”

“No! What the hell was that, Jared? What the fucking hell?” I bend to get in his face to really shout him into submission, but he grabs my wrist.

I struggle but can’t break from his grasp. His deep brown eyes are smoldering with intensity, and I shoot as much hatred as I can from my eyes.

I’m embarrassed. Mortified. This man who has seen me naked, who made me scream his name less than twelve hours ago, is now Ms. Colton-ing me like I’m his kid’s schoolteacher.

That sends a shockwave to my gut. I know nothing about this man: not whether he’s married, or has a kid, or exactly what his business is here.

Sensing that the fight’s left me, Jared drops my wrist and slowly stands.

I hold my ground, standing toe to toe with him. His hair is combed neatly, but I remember the way my grasping fingers teased it into wild waves last night. His stubbled jaw remains.

I fold my arms across my chest because my gray pantsuit and silk top aren’t doing the trick. My heels don’t boost me to an even height with Jared.

His thumb brushes my lower lip and I gasp and take a step back.

“Pouting doesn’t suit you. Tuck that lip back in.”

“Don’t touch. I bite,” I snarl, angry that he’s mixed the familiarity from last night with the utter seriousness of this political opportunity.

“So do I,” Jared says, taking another step toward me and forcing me to step back. “But you like it.”

I bump into a wall covered in fancy wallpaper. Jared’s body cages me in.

“You’re a bastard.” I’m even angrier he’s getting to me. I grab his shirt, ready to push him back, but he captures my wrists and slams them against the wall above my head.

“I hear that a lot.” Jared’s body molds against me. I feel his erection hardening as he presses his hips into mine, and my traitorous body responds in turn, too eager to tip my hips at just the right angle.

I can’t get the word bastard through my lips again when every cell in my body is screaming Encore! Encore!

“How could you?” I hiss.

“It’s what you wanted. No stories. No strings.”

“But I’ve got a hell of a lot of regret.” I move to turn away from him, but Jared lowers his mouth toward mine. His lips land on my jaw and skim down my neck, his tongue explores the hollow of my throat then glides back up my neck to taste the soft skin behind my earlobe. I whimper and twist, but he just anchors me harder, both body and wrists.

“You knew,” I hiss, trying to get my brain to focus on why I’m here, not the hardening length in his pants that has me rubbing against him like a freaking cat in heat. “You knew who I was and you let me … you let me humiliate myself.”

I stifle a cry as his teeth come out, sinking into the flesh at the base of my neck. It stings, and the twinge heightens my need to retaliate, to touch him in all the ways he’s touching me. To drive us to release.

His knee presses between mine and my legs part, my body in full meltdown.

“You didn’t humiliate yourself. You just let go. Got out of your head for One. Fucking. Minute.” With each word his hips rock against mine until my core is aching to be filled again.

My God, is he really going to make me come? With every stitch of clothing on? I struggle against his hold on me. “You knew who I am. You knew we could be working together!”

“I didn’t go to the club expecting to pick you up, if that’s what you’re wondering.” His lips are inches from mine and his eyes narrow. The force in his expression nearly my undoing.

“Bullshit. You were all about picking me up.”

“And do you regret it?” Jared’s voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.

No! “Yes.”

He drops my hands. Spins and strides to the opposite side of the room.

I go cold. And fucking frustrated. He wound up my body so tight that I’m vibrating with tension, needing just a little more to take me over the edge.

He gathers the folders and slides them inside a leather attaché case as if we’ve been sipping coffee for the last five minutes rather than slammed up against a wall. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Your place.”

I almost snap, imagining the relief he could offer to my wound-up state. But his face says all business. He looks at his watch. “We’ve got a long list on our agenda today. Your place is good enough to start.”

Fans of Scandal, House of Cards, and The Good Wife will love Grace Colton…

Congresswoman Grace Colton is the most famous woman in politics—and the loneliest—until a drawling, sexy stranger offers her one night, no strings and no regrets.

Grace wakes to an empty hotel room and a phone call: the dark horse for the 2016 presidential election, Senator Shep Conover, is considering her as his vice presidential running mate. But first, Grace must be vetted and coached by Shep’s political consultant, Jared Rankin, who already knows too many intimate details about her. He’s Mr. One-Night Stand.

Grace is torn: Play nice with Jared to join the senator’s ticket, or play hardball and back the slick frontrunner? Grace must decide where her loyalties lie and if she can trust Jared with her future—and her heart.

The Phoenix Candidate is an erotic romance set in the world of presidential election politics. Recommended for mature readers due to sharp dialogue, wickedly hot sex, and a few delicious taboos. This full-length novel is first in a series and can be read as a standalone.

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Heidi Joy is a sucker for campfires, craft cocktails, and steamy romance in books and real life. She sings along with musicals (badly), craves French carbs, and buys plane tickets the way some women buy shoes.

Her first career as a journalist took Heidi behind the scenes with politicians, rock stars, chefs, and detectives, all of whom inspire her stories. Heidi Joy is currently working on her eighth book from her home in Portland, Oregon. She adores hearing from readers at author.heidi@gmail.com.

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Dirty Ties - Pam Godwin

Revenge.

I race to finance it.

I evade to protect it.

I kill to attain it.

I planned everything.

Except her.

The alluring, curvaceous blonde at the finish line.

With sapphire eyes that cheat and lie.

Whose powerful family murdered mine.

I hate her.

I want her.

I know she’s hiding something.

But so am I.

Release Day → January 12th, 2015

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Pam Godwin’s new contemporary romance, Dirty Ties is an exciting side of the author that I fully enjoyed.  I will read anything Ms. Godwin rights because she has a command of the English language, even without whips and chains.  There is a scene in the beginning of Dirty Ties, where Evader is racing in an underground motorcycle race.  I swear I was leaning in my chair, and steering my iPad!  So, we should skip talking about the sex scenes…

Moving on, this story is thrilling with elements of mystery.  It also has strong characters.  Godwin always brings her characters to life quickly, giving them strongly defined, interesting personalities.  We have Kaci Baskel, the heroine who is married to her best friend Collin Anderson.  Their parents have forced them into marriage by blackmail, for political reasons.  It wouldn’t be so bad because they love each other.  However, Collin is gay, and his parents have forced him to keep it a secret.  Kaci longs to be free.  She is desperately lonely and wants to be in love. She abhors being controlled by her corrupt parents and in-laws, but will do anything to protect her husband.  He has been her best friend since childhood.

“While my own marriage was forged in deception, the heart of it resided in a deep friendship, nurtured by our families since birth.”

Kaci rides a silver Ducati to the illegal street races through Chicago’s underground circuit.  She loves riding and has become fascinated with the undefeated and sexy as hell, Evader, who is also Logan Flynt.  Neither of them know each other’s faces under their helmets, but he is the focus of her fantasies.  Before a race, Kaci decides she is going to meet Evader-- that she will make it happen.

“For years, I’d stood alone, toe-to-toe against powerful men.  How I wished to have an invincible man on my side.”

“...the man was a fearless, panty-soaking badass in black leather.”

I think Kaci falls hard for Evader because he represents everything she can’t have.  She can’t see his face under his helmet.  No one ever has, but she is so drawn to him.  Although this is frightening, he represents all that she can’t have… at least not yet.  Not until she gets out from under Trent Anderson, her nefarious father in law and the rest of their degenerate family.  When she takes position as CEO of Trenchant Media, the company she has devoted her life to, she will change everything-- from bad to good.

“I didn’t have a man’s arms around me while I slept.  Didn’t have a warm body to curl into, one that shared my bed and protected me from the things I couldn’t fight alone.”

Logan, our Evader and his cohort and “nerdacious half” Benny, a girl he went to MIT with, work together to avenge the death of Logan’s mother.  Maura Flynt was a Hollywood stunt driver, a daredevil with a career compared to Evel Knievel.  She was even inducted into the Motorcycle Hall of Fame.  When he was thirteen years old, her murder was ordered by Trent Anderson.  

“My heart thundered, my hands slick with sweat in the gloves as I surged to the finish line, fueled by memories of my mother.  Growing up on the back of her motorcycle.  Her patient instruction as she taught me how to ride my first sportbike.”

“My mother taught me how to ride, how to win, and when she died in a river of her blood, she taught me how to hate.”

Does our Evader evolve past his murderous need to revenge his mother’s death, and does Kaci find love?  Is Collin tied in to his family’s dirty dealings?  We are told many things upfront.  It is how the story unfolds that is exciting, sexy and engaging.  I highly recommend this book to all romance readers.

He knelt over my attacker, his strength visible in the stretch of the jacket over his back and shoulders. His helmet cocked, angled in my direction. “I had this.”

Oh my God, his voice. Okay, it was definitely synthesized, his timbre humming with an electronic overlay, but it was deep and gravelly and so goddamned sexy.

Pull yourself together, Kaci. He was far more dangerous than the man who just attacked me.

“Get out of here.” I nodded to the street behind me, and as if on cue, another squad car zoomed by. “I’ll hold him until you’re gone.”

What was I saying? I didn’t want him to leave.

I thought I heard a chuckle, but couldn’t be sure with the whine of sirens and exhaust pipes. He looked back at my attacker, swung an arm, and knocked him out. Damn. Okay, that worked too.

I lowered the gun. “You won the race?”

“Of course.” He rose and erased the distance between us in three strides.

My nerves shivered, overloaded and amped up, and oh God, he was just standing there, heating the air around me, staring at me. What did he want? I opened my mouth to spew a gushing thank you.

He snatched the gun from my hand.

What the? “Give that ba—”

He lifted my chin and stroked a gloved finger over the nicks on my throat. Each caress irritated the cuts, but I didn’t want him to stop. He raised the finger in front of my visor, blood soaking the leather tip. “Have you learned your lesson?”

His voice reverberated through me, and my knees weakened. Even with the electronic distortion, he sounded pissed.

My heart panted, and a throb swelled, hot and needy, between my legs. All because of a pissed-off synthesized voice? I might’ve just swallowed my self-respect, but I couldn't help it. My body had one mission, and that mission vibrated against me like he wanted to tear me in half. Damn me to hell, but my inner muscles clenched at the thought.

I touched my throat and flinched at the bite of pain. “It’s just a scratch.”

The reflection of my helmet in his visor wavered as he shook his head. He gazed down on me as if he were…considering something? God, I wished I could see his face, his eyes.

His finger returned to my throat, trailed a path beneath my chin, lifting it and catching on the edge of the helmet. He tugged it, like he wanted to rip off the shield and see my eyes, too. “Get on your bike, sweetheart.”

He flicked the safety on the gun and gripped my shoulders, turning my body to face the bike. Both bikes. His and mine side-by-side. Oh, how I loved the sight of that.

His fingers touched my hip, slipping beneath my jacket to stroke my bare skin. I trembled against the brush of his glove, until he opened his mouth. “This is your last race.”

The temperature in my helmet rose by ten degrees, and my cheeks inflamed. I glared at him over my shoulder. “Excuse me?”

Smack. A stinging jolt of fire rippled over my ass, and I shuffled forward. He fucking hit me! I placed my hands on the bike’s seat, and unbidden, a grin took hold of my face. He fucking spanked me.

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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Scartando Hank - Eli Easton

Titolo: Scartando Hank

Titolo originale: Unwrapping Hank

Autore: Eli Easton

Traduttore: Chiara Messina

Lunghezza: 158 pagine

Collana: World / Rainbow

Genere: M/M

Formato: pdf, epub, mobi

Sloane adora i misteri. Figlio di due psichiatri, ha sempre trovato le persone sin troppo facili da decifrare. Alla disperata ricerca di uno scenario più rurale, si iscrive alla Pennsylvania State University, dove viene convinto a unirsi a una confraternita da Micah Springfield, il ragazzo più figo del campus. Ma nessuno dei corsi di Sloane si rivelerà interessante come Hank Springfield, fratello di Micah e compagno di confraternita. Hank ha l’aria di essere un vero duro – muscoloso, pieno di tatuaggi e barbuto – ma i suoi occhi sono dolci e gentili. Si comporta come un atleta un po’ stupido, ma si sta specializzando in filosofia. E dovrebbe essere etero… ma allora perché Sloane si sente così attratto da lui? E perché Hank sembra detestarlo tanto? Quando Sloane rischia di rimanere da solo al campus per le vacanze di Natale, Micah lo invita a passare le vacanze alla fattoria di famiglia, in una contea Amish. È l’opportunità per trascorre le feste in puro stile americano… e per cercare di svelare quel mistero che è Hank Springfield. Riuscirà Sloane a scoprire i segreti della famiglia Springfield e a svelare il cuore che si cela sotto quella montagna di muscoli?

Cover Reveal: For Authentication Purposes by Amber L. Johnson

PRESENTS. . .

A Cover Reveal

for

For Authentication Purposes

by Amber L. Johnson

Release Date: March 5 , 2015

Published by The Writers Coffee Shop

Dawn Sims has made a name for herself writing romantic fiction online. When she's pushed to try her hand at publishing, she thinks she has everything figured out. The only problem? She's never been in a relationship, especially one that has led her to finding The Big O.

So much for writing what you know.

Warner Green has had Dawn in his sights since she walked into his class in seventh grade. She broke his teenage heart not once, but twice, so seeing her in his night class at the local community college was an unexpected surprise.

Accidentally reading her bad erotica on her laptop was a blessing from the Smut Gods themselves.

It's clear she has no idea what she's writing about, but Warner does. In fact, he knows so much that he's willing to offer her his services. The deal is simple: teach the good girl from high school everything she needs to know to write from experience. If he gets to live out a fantasy or two that he's been harboring for almost a decade, then there's no harm in that either.

The lessons turn more heated, and Dawn begins to question where Warner has learned his skills, but he's not ready to talk, until his past comes back to haunt him at the worst possible time.

It shouldn't matter when it's for authentication purposes only.

I reached across the table and ran my index finger across the soft skin of her wrist. “Let me feel you up a little like a sophomore who just got his license.”

I loved it when she laughed because it wasn’t anything fake. Her entire body shook when she giggled, and when it was really funny there was no sound. Right now she was probably calling all the dogs in the alley.

“Yeah, okay. We can do that.” She smoothed out her hair when she’s collected herself, and I realized that I hadn’t noticed it before, but she didn’t wear ponytails anymore. It made me want to tug on the ends, fist it at the back of her neck.

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A true child of music, Amber's parents surrounded her with the loudest beats they could find, molding her into a girl who found inspiration and meaning in lyrics and chords. Raised on John Hughes movies, Luck Dragons, and pirate ships, she dreamed of love and adventure. When Amber began to create her own world, she envisioned a place where Happy Ever Afters do exist. Since then, she has authored several romance novels, all of which focus on songs and the way they can touch people's lives. Music may not be able to fix a broken heart, but it can provide one hell of a soundtrack for healing.



A full-time wife and mother with a full-time job, Amber finds her muse in everyday life and the people who bring her inspiration.

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Giveaway- Il Re di Picche e la Regine di Cuori Vol n. 2

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Il 15 gennaio verrà pubblicato il libro Il Re di Picche e la Regina di Cuori Vol. n. 2, edito dalla Triskell Edizioni. Per festeggiare questa nuova pubblicazione, abbiamo organizzato per voi tutte una bellissima Giveaway!

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