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Finding Hope by Colbie Kay

Title: Finding Hope
Series: Satan’s Sinners MC (Book 7)
Author: Colbie Kay
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Release Date: 12/28/2018
Genre: MC/Contemporary/Suspense Romance
Tinsley: 
No one knows the demons I carry. No one knows the hell I’ve been through.
Once upon a time, my life had been happy, perfect, and everything I ever wanted…until the day I lost hope.

My cousin, Chatty, said I needed protection, so she took me to the Satan’s Sinners. I’m not the one who needs protection though. The people I’m seeking revenge against need protection from me.

Maybe after I find vengeance…after I find hope, I can be whole again.

Romeo:
Women. I should stay far away from them, especially after the last woman I loved almost got me killed. I say that, but then why am I entranced by the quiet girl who stays in her room? I know almost nothing about her, and yet, I can tell you every detail of her beauty. She’s a distraction that I don’t need; however, she’s my charge, and I’m supposed to watch her for the club. Her eyes tell me she’s hiding something.

How far am I willing to go to find out who Tinsley really is?
Satan’s Sinners MC Series
City Lights
Quiet Country
Night Sky
Returning Home
Changing Lanes
Runaway Love

The Betrayed (A Rocker Series)
Saving Dawson with novella Saving Grace
Surviving Colton

Georgia Peaches Series 
(Co-Written with Chianti Summers)
Sweet Southern Secrets
Sweet Southern Satisfaction
Sweet Southern Summer

Cobras MC Series
Double Crossed

Scentsations Series:
Lily: Book 4

Christmas at the Clubhouse Anthology
A Sinner’s Christmas
Colbie Kay always had a love for reading and wanted to pursue writing. In 2015 she made that dream come true when she published her first book. Since then she has become a stay-at-home mom, writing full-time and bringing her passion to life through the words she creates.

The most fulfilling part of being an author for Colbie is to take readers into a fantasy world between the pages of her books. Becoming an author has also given her the opportunity to fill another passion of hers, which is traveling. She loves being able to attend book signings and meeting everyone that shares her love of books.

Colbie has many more stories to share with you, so be sure to connect with her and keep up with what is coming next.
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Healing Saint by Lynne Leslie

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Title: Healing Saint
Author: Lynne Leslie
Series: Skullz Ink, Book Three
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 9, 2019

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Saint

My heart on lockdown, my plan set, I wait.

Five years ago, I was set up by the woman I loved. Five years, I’ve spent locked in a cage waiting for the moment to get my revenge. Now, I’m free and ready to take my pound of flesh.

Then one day Rebel steps inside the cell I’m still trapped in and derails everything. She’s fire and fury and—beautiful. All my carefully laid plans—my vengeance—gone somewhere between the moment our eyes meet and the moment she says hello.

Rebel

My trust shattered, my heart broken, I enter.

Five years ago, I was in a wreck that tore my body to pieces. Five years, I’ve inked my skin, hiding the scars that tell the brutal story of a night I barely walked away from.

When I step inside the beautiful cell Saint’s trapped himself in, everything changes. He’s a beast in a cage—predatory, beautiful, and dangerous in a way that makes me want to run.

Truths from the past emerge alongside old enemies. We must question everything—including each other. Can our newfound love survive, or will it crumble beneath the weight of the past and the scars that threaten to break us?

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REBEL

I watch Saint get dressed from my position in the bed. It didn’t take him long after this last round to decide to get up and leave. And why shouldn’t he? You don’t stay over for a casual hookup. I knew this, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. This is why I’ve never been big on being a casual kind of person. I don’t like how lonely it makes me feel.

I sit up as Saint makes his way back over to me. He leans down and kisses the top of my head.

“Thanks for tonight, Cupcake. I’ll see you around.”

He starts heading towards the bedroom door when the anger hits me. I don’t let my temper come out often but when I do, you better fucking watch out because it’s liable to wipe out the entire fucking state.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I say softly, wrapping the sheet around me and climbing from the bed.

I know he heard me when he stops in his tracks and his back straightens. I watch his back rise and fall with what I’m assuming a deep breath. When he turns to me his face and eyes are completely blank. I get nothing of the man that was just inside me not even ten minutes ago. I don’t get the man I had at the bar nor the man I brought home with me. No, the person I get now is the man that’s still locked behind the prison walls.

“What?” he asks in frustration.

I don’t say anything right away. I stand there wrapped in nothing but a sheet, my pussy still throbbing from his brutal thrusts, and stare at Saint. What happened? When did I lose the man that was in my bed? The one that gives sweet kisses to the neck and runs his knuckles down my face?

“That’s it?”

I keep my voice soft because if I don’t I’ll lose the last hold of my temper that I have. Saint sighs running a hand through his hair. He walks back over to me.

“Look. That,” he waves his hand in the direction of the bed, “was all that this was ever going to be.”

I’m not stupid. I knew that’s all this was, but he could have lounged in the bed with me for five fucking minutes instead of jumping up the minute he got off. I’m not going to examine how I felt when he did that. I’m going to do what he seems to be good at. I hide everything that I’m feeling behind a flimsy way quickly built.

I raise a brow at him. “You couldn’t wait for five fucking minutes after you shot off to climb out of the bed and get dressed.”

“I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea if I stayed in bed with you,” he growls.

I snort. “What? That you’re a decent human being instead of an asshole?”

“That this is more than a few rounds of sex, goddammit!”

I shake my head and cluck my tongue. “You’re pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“You telling me that you weren’t already feeling it?”

He holds my eyes so I do my best to keep my face blank. I was already feeling it but I’ll be damned if I let him know it. Not if I ever want to see him again, and I do. There’s something about Saint that calls to me. I don’t know if it’s the loneliness I can read in him, the anger and pain, or if it’s just the man himself. But I’m going to take Marina’s advice. I may not have wanted a relationship but Saint was put in my path for a reason. I’ve just got to figure out what that reason is.

“No, Saint. I wasn’t already feeling it. Unless you mean the three orgasms you gave me before you jumped out of bed like it was on fire. If that’s what you’re talking about then hell yeah I was feeling it.”

His lips twitch and his eyes warm a fraction. It’s not a full-on victory but I’ll take it.

“Now, let me lay this out for you. I know that you’re not looking for anything permanent. Neither am I. If you’re worried I can’t keep this casual then don’t be. You give me good orgasms.” I shrug, “I’m not willing to give those up just yet. So, we’ll continue this until the fire between us burns out.”

Let’s just hope lighting doesn’t strike me dead for the lie I just told. He must accept me at my word because his body relaxes and I even get a tiny smile. One of these days I’ll get the full smile and I’m sure when I do will be the moment I fall. Until then, I suppose I’ll hang on and enjoy the ride. I let go of the sheet, feeling it flutter to the floor, grab a fist full of his shirt and pull his mouth down to mine. I swirl my tongue around his, tantalizing and seducing, before pulling back with a nibble to his lip.

“You can go now. Call me when you want to do this again” I turn, still naked, walk out of the bedroom, and head towards the bathroom. I toss over my shoulder, “If you don’t mind, would you lock the door behind you?”

Once I make it to the bathroom, I wrap my hands around the lip of the sink and bow my head as my breathing escalates. The flimsy wall I had manufactured comes crashing down. I feel a tear leak down my cheek as everything that the wall was holding back comes rushing in like a tsunami. I raise my head and look at the woman in the mirror. I don’t see the beautiful woman with bright green eyes and curly blonde hair. I see a woman whose ex didn’t love her enough not to get high before getting behind the wheel. I see a woman who’s been belittled and controlled by the man that was supposed to love her. I see a woman who’s too scared to fix herself so she chooses to try to fix someone else.

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The Christmas Ballet By Constance Bretes
Constance has 2 $10 gift certificates to Paparazzi Accessories to giveaway during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may enter every day for your chance to win one of the prize packages. You may find the tour locations here https://goo.gl/taJJDH. About The Christmas Ballet:
Laura Hemmingway cut herself off from men and her family when the man she loved married her sister. She moved across the country and was doing just fine until she received a devastating call to return to New York. She had to face the death of her sister, her sister’s little girl, Maria, and Maria’s father, Stefan—the man she had once loved. She figured she would pay her respects and leave as soon as possible. She never anticipated on the beautiful little girl stealing her heart. And she never expected that seeing Stefan again after twelve years would stir up old feelings. Stefan’s life was complete. He had a successful career as an attorney, a beautiful wife and an adorable six-year-old daughter. Although he and his wife had been married in name only for the past several years, he cared for her deeply. Then her unexpected death brought him face-to-face with his former lover, and the guilt he’d carried for years. Stefan is still in love with Laura and wants to give her everything she deserves. He and Maria are racing against time to convince Laura to stay with them in New York. Can a little girl’s love, and the true magic of Christmas, help Stefan convince Laura to stay and give their relationship another chance? Content Warning: contains some sexual content Genre – Contemporary Romance Heat Level – Hot Excerpt from The Christmas Ballet: He smiled as he thought about the look on her face when he’d stroked her. Maybe she was more interested in him than she either believed or cared to be. Then he thought of something. “One more thing, Laura,” he called out to her, and she stopped at the door and turned around. “On the nineteenth, the law firm is hosting the annual Christmas party. It’s quite grand and lasts all evening long.” “You want me to be sure to be available to babysit Maria,” Laura said. “No. I want you to plan to come with me.” “What?” “Remember that beautiful, green, velvet dress we saw at Macy’s? I want you to get that dress, and the accessories to go with it, and attend the party with me.” “Stefan, really. You know I don’t go to those types of events, and I don’t wear those kinds of clothes. I’m not comfortable with either of those things.” “You need to get comfortable.” He smiled. “This is not a part of a job for the nanny and teacher. It’s out of the range of the job description. You need to get Ginger to go with you. I’m not going.” She gave him a defiant look. “Laura, I want to take you to this event. I’m not taking no for an answer. I will arrange for Rhonda to take you shopping to help you get what you need. You will charge all the purchases to a credit card I will give you that’s for your use only. This is the first of many social parties you will be attending.” He watched her as she clenched her hands into fists and released them. “Who do you think you will get to care for Maria on these…occasions?” “Usually Lillian is available.” “Stefan, it’s my job to care for Maria, not be your date to your parties. I don’t like being told what I will or won’t do. I don’t like social parties, and I don’t like wearing expensive clothes. It’s not me, and you’re not going to change me.” “I don’t want to change you. I want you to attend an event by my side. It won’t hurt you to have some beautiful clothing to show your feminine side. I want the world to see the beauty I see. Be glad I want to show you off. Some men might decide they don’t want others to see what they see.” “Flattery doesn’t work with me. You can tell me what to do as far as Maria is concerned, but my personal life is off limits to you.” “That’s good to know. At least I know you won’t get carried away and escape my grasp by someone making flattering remarks to you. Your personal life interests me.” “Stefan, you just don’t get it. I am not going to this party,” she said, enunciating each word slowly and carefully. “Besides, your mother would be horrified to see me walk in with you.” Her face hardened as she stared at him. “Look at it this way—you’d be doing me a big favor.” “How?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m not interested in the other women that come to this social party looking for an eligible bachelor. With you on my arm, it would send a clear message to all the others that I’m taken.” “God, you’re impossible. Ginger is more than capable of providing you that kind of service.” “I don’t want Ginger. You have the grace, quiet beauty, and finesse I want in a date, and I will not take no for an answer. After Maria’s recital, you and Rhonda will set a shopping date. And one more thing. When you get your hair done, I’d like you to wear it down.” He smiled at her. “This is not going to happen.” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “It will. I’ll just have Maria work on you.” He eyed her. “What?” Stefan grinned. “You heard me. You’d never turn down anything from Maria.” “Grrrr.” She growled and stomped up the stairs. He laced his hands and put them behind his head. Oh yeah, it’ll be a night she’ll never forget. About the Author: Constance Bretes is an author of contemporary romance and suspense. Her romance books are often set in different parts of the country, but her favorite site is Montana. She retired from the State of Michigan after 38-plus years of service and now writes and researches full time. She is married to her best friend and has recently moved from Montana to Alabama. Her hobbies include basket weaving, sapphire digging, and checking out old ghost towns. Constance’s Social Links:
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Seven years ago, she was sheltered. In need of guidance. I was a newly-ordained priest with a vow of celibacy. Our love affair was torrid, and wrong, and ended in heartbreak.
We broke it off and went our separate ways.
I left the priesthood. She left her home.
Seven years later, she’s stranded in my NYC Club while a blizzard rages outside, and she wants a taste of dominance.
I won’t let another man lay eyes on her, much less touch her.
She’s still my everything. My salvation.
And there’s no way I’m letting her go.

























Chandra

I shiver when I enter the club, and I’m not sure if it’s the biting cold or fear that makes me tremble.
I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong.
I considered some type of disguise coming here, but then I realized that anyone who would recognize me would be just as guilty as I am.
There’s a bouncer at the door, and a particularly strong gust of wind picks up just as he lets me in. I brace against the blast of cold, and he reaches for me, shielding me against the bitter blast of air and shutting the large black door behind me. It bangs with an audible click that makes me jump. Already, I’m out of my element. Men don’t touch me without permission.
But this is a BDSM club, and apparently no one plays by my rulebook. The one I was raised with. If I didn’t want someone to touch me, I wouldn’t be here.
“Name?” The man asks. He’s wearing a black t-shirt stretched tight over his muscled chest, stands well over six feet, and looks severe with a neatly-trimmed goatee and shaved head. He’s staring at a huge clipboard in his hand.
I blink and stare at him. Shit. I didn’t know I was supposed to give my name.
He looks up at me and raises a brow when a beat passes. I’m frozen. I can’t tell him who I am. And where the hell is Marla? My strategy to meet up with her definitely could’ve been improved.
But then again, she doesn’t know I don’t want anyone to know who I am.
“Chandra,” I whisper, hoping that’s enough. Does he need my last name, too? Because then I’m screwed. But he gives me a curious look, glances back down at his clipboard, and nods.
“Marla’s guest?” he asks.
At that moment, I hear a familiar squeal. “Chandra! You did it, girl! Come on in!”
Marla makes her way to me and the bouncer. “Master Geoffrey, this is my new employee. Her name is Chandra.” I smile at him and he shakes my hand, but then the door opens again, and two more people come in behind us. Marla grabs my hand and pulls me past the entryway door. There’s an office and what looks like a sitting room of sorts.
“If you come here with your dom, you can discuss your limits and things like that in this room,” Marla says.
My dom? I don’t have a dom.
“We have contracts and stuff like that. Over there is Master Tobias’ office.” She waves across the room to an open doorway, where a man sits at a desk typing on a computer. “He’s awesome, and you’ll love his wife Diana. In fact, you’re gonna love a lot of the people here,” she says with warmth. “I do.”
I nod dumbly when a couple walks through the door that leads to the club. I expected all leather and latex, but they’re dressed pretty normally. When they open a door from the room I’m in now, I hear music and voices, and I freeze. Once I step foot in there, there’s no going back. This is it.
But I can’t turn back now. I’ve been living and breathing everything I could get my hands on about the BDSM lifestyle for a full year, and I’m so ready to see what this is like.
“Let’s go,” Marla says, taking me by the hand and giving me a tug. She’s the least bashful person I know, and right now, I’m so grateful for that.
“There’s a bar,” she says. “Drinks are limited for safety reasons, but we can get you a good, stiff drink to start.”
I don’t tell her that I have literally never in my life touched alcohol. But tonight is a night of firsts.
“Sure,” I say quietly. She leads me to the bar. I’m trying to take in all the details, but it’s a little overwhelming, and I’m starting to feel that my too-tight black dress that I was so proud of for hitting my badass radar is really way too tame for a place like this. A woman walks past me wearing what looks like a purple leotard, complete with a tail and kitty ears. I must look wide-eyed and shocked, because Marla laughs and hands me a pretty pink drink. I take a sip. It’s delicious.
“Drink, honey,” she says. “You’ll be fine.”
“Got a friend with you tonight, Marla?” asks the man at the bar. He’s got a southern drawl and looks like he’s about my age, with sandy-brown hair and light brown eyes. He’s attractive, and seems sweet, so I take his hand and shake it.
“Chandra,” I tell him.
He smiles, revealing dimples on either side of his mouth. “Travis. Pleased to meet you, Chandra.” I say something barely coherent, but fortunately he’s already moving on to the the next person waiting for a drink. My mind is racing. This man’s a dom? Is he a sadist, too? Does he like to tie people up? Inflict pain? Does he have rules? I take another long pull from my drink.
I haven’t eaten all day, I’ve been so nervous about coming here tonight, and I’m not so sure it’s a smart idea having my first-ever alcoholic drink on an empty stomach. The room feels hot and stuffy, and my head is a little wobbly. I watch Travis fill other girls’ drinks and feel disappointed. He looked easy to talk to. And men are rarely easy to talk to.
Marla’s perched up on the stool next to me, sipping her drink. “So over there we’ve got pool tables for everyone to just mingle. This is sort of the meet-and-greet area.”
“Mhm.” I take another gulp of my drink.
“And beyond that area…” her voice trails off. I watch as couples and single people make their way to a hallway. Someone screams, and I nearly drop my glass. I look with wide eyes at Marla. She smiles and nods.
“The dungeon, honey. That’s where the real action takes place.”
“It’s not in a basement?” I ask curiously. I had visions of the dungeon being built with bricks, complete with metal handcuffs and no lighting whatsoever.
Marla smiles. “Not in this club, no. It’s just what we call it.”
I finish my drink, plunk it on the counter, and turn to her. Liquid courage, they say. Already, I know why. “Take me?”
She finishes her drink, too, and places it on the bar. “Absolutely.”
The room spins, and my head feels light. But I like this. I feel braver. Maybe even more powerful. I’ve gotten brave enough to come to my first BDSM club, and I’m not just here to mingle. Tonight, I want to see what this is like.
A couple jostles past me, and I lose my footing, but Marla quickly rights me. Still, it makes me feel like I’m on a merry-go-round. I’m definitely woozy, and not sure I like this feeling very much. Why do people do this on a regular basis? I like being in control of myself, and this is stupid.
I follow her past the crowd to the dungeon, excitement building.
“Down here are the private rooms for long-term members,” she says. “They’re color-coordinated, and long-term members keep their things here. It’s like a second home.”
“Do you have one?” I ask, shouting to be heard above the noise of the crowd.
“I could,” she says thoughtfully, and her eyes grow a little pained. “I don’t have a need for one, though.”
Marla’s single. I nod. But it’s at that very moment, just before I step into the dungeon, that I hear a voice that makes my whole body seize. I know that voice.
“Not here,” he says. “Take that somewhere else.” It’s calm but stern and brooks no argument. I look around me to see where the voice is coming from, but there are too many people here.
It’s got to be in my head. Some people sound like others, and I’ve just had a drink. Plus, I’m all keyed up. There’s no way that’s his voice.
But I’d know that voice anywhere. It’s the voice I conjure up when I go to sleep at night, to chase my demons away so I can rest. The voice branded into my memory like names carved in stone, lasting and irrevocable. In my mind, I tell myself it can’t be him. There’s no way. But in that moment, I’m no longer an anonymous woman who’s having a little fun at a BDSM club. I’m the girl who made terrible decisions she lived to regret. All of it comes rushing back to me in a flood of memories I can’t ignore, and I try to push it all away, but I’m frozen in place.
“Chandra?” Marla’s looking at me with concern, her head tipped to the side. She reaches a hand to my elbow. “Honey, if this is too much, that’s okay. We don’t have to go in here tonight.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. I need to exorcise my past from my memory and know I came here and didn’t cave. I swallow hard and take a deep, cleansing breath. “Let’s go.”
She nods, and her eyes sparkle at me. “Let’s go.”
When I step foot in the dungeon, I feel something in me shift. I expected to be shocked. And maybe a part of me is, a little. There are some couples wearing outfits that range from outlandish to scandalous, men and women and people wearing masks for anonymity. There are all sorts of activities going on, but it doesn’t shock me. Maybe it’s the drink or maybe it’s because I was so freaked out by hearing the voice that yanked me back to my youth, but I’m excited. My whole body thrums with nervous, eager anticipation.
“Over there is the Saint Andrew’s Cross,” Marla says, pointing to crossed beams against a wall. No one’s on there yet, but I have read enough to know how that works. “We have spanking benches and horses,” she says, gesturing to a setup of sturdy-looking equipment. “We have some implements couples can use over clothing, but private implements only for bare skin.”
I shiver. I want someone to use an implement on my bare skin.
There are couples sitting on loveseats. I blink at first in surprise, and it takes me a minute to realize that some of them are actually doing sexual things. Right here. In front of everyone. One man’s feeling a girl up, tweaking her bare nipples right over the edge of a too-short top. Her head’s thrown back, lips parted. I watch as he bends his head down and flicks his tongue over a nipple. My own body heats with arousal. Oh my God.
“I thought you said there were private rooms,” I say to Marla in a choked voice.
She grins. “For long-term members only,” she says. “And also? Not everyone’s here for private play.”
I look back at the couple. He’s rubbing between her legs while he suckles at her breasts. She’s writhing against his hand. I watch in rapt fascination. She’s going to climax. Right here. Clothed, and in front of everyone in this room. My own body heats as he moves faster and faster. Is it possible to climax without even being touched? Because this man must be a magician. I’m ready to fly.
I tear my eyes away.
I hear someone speaking right near me.
“That’s enough, little one.” I look to see where this voice comes from. There’s an older man with dark hair and eyes crossing his arms on his chest. He’s looking reproachfully at a small blonde woman wearing kitty ears. “Behave yourself,” he says.
What happens if she doesn’t? My pulse thunders. I’ve read enough books to know exactly what happens in the world of fiction. What happens here? I watch as she shakes her head with a pout befitting a little girl.
Oh my God. She told him no?
He shakes his head with regret and takes her by the arm. “I warned you,” he says. He’s marching her over to one of the spanking benches but there’s a gleam in his eyes like he hoped she’d disobey. On the way, he grabs the varnished wooden handle of a paddle. I can’t breathe or speak, but only watch. He’s going to punish her.
I catch a glimpse of her face. She’s grinning.
I’d be beet red. But at the same time… I want to know what it feels like.
He bends her over the bench, expertly fastens her restraints, then stands behind her wielding the paddle. Placing one hand on her lower back, he lifts his right hand and brings it slamming down on the woman’s clothed ass. She squeals, and he says something in her ear, then brings the paddle down again and again. Every time the wood strikes, blood thunders in my ears. My pussy clenches. I’m so wet, my panties feel damp.
I’m so primed for this.
“Chandra?” Marla’s next to me. She’s been talking to me, but I’ve been too busy getting turned on watching the girl get paddled.
“Yes?” I croak.
“This is my friend Viktor,” she says. He’s shorter than the guy at the door but broad and stern-looking the way I imagined a dom would be, and I’m a little intimidated.
“Hi,” I say. I swallow and must look like a total idiot, because I let my eyes go all wide so he doesn’t know I’m aroused by the scene in front of me. It must be a funny thing being introduced to a man when you’re aroused, and I wonder if it affects my vision, because this man is beautiful and the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing isn’t normally my thing.
Then I notice the way he’s looking at Marla. He stands just a little too close and his eyes warm when she introduces us.
“Pleased to meet you,” he says. He’s got a barely-detectable accent that makes him seem even sterner. God, I need another drink.
“Join me tonight?” he says to Marla. She blinks at him and her cheeks pink.
“Well,” she says. “I actually need to stay with Chandra. It’s her first time here, and I don’t want to leave her.”
He nods. “Fair enough.”
But I see the way he looks at her, and I know how desperate Marla’s been for someone to pay attention to her. She’s been a member here since they opened, and the other guys that she knows are all friends. They think of her as a sister, not a potential sub, and though she loves the camaraderie and occasional scene, it isn’t what she wants. I’d be a crappy friend to hold her back.
“Go,” I tell her. “I’m actually just going to get another drink and then just come back and watch. You know. Like a fly on the wall. A voyeur?” I chatter on like someone’s wound my tongue up and let it go. “A fly voyeur on the wall.” Dear God, someone stopper my mouth.
She blinks. “You sure you need another drink?”
“Oh, so very, very sure.”
Viktor chuckles, but takes Marla by the hand. “Be my sub tonight?” he asks.
She looks at me and blinks, then looks back to him.
“Do it,” I tell her.
“Wait for me in the foyer,” Viktor says in his heavily accented voice. “If we’re scening tonight, we’ll have ground rules. I have a quick phone call to make, then we talk.”
My heartbeat accelerates. This is it! This is what she wanted, and I’m simultaneously consumed with jealousy and excitement for my friend.
“Have fun, you two,” I say, turning away from her and heading back to the bar.
“Text me,” she says, raising her voice. “If anything goes wrong at all, and you need to—”
But her voice fades as Viktor gives her a playful slap on the bottom. She faces him, he whispers something in her ear, and she nods, then goes beet red
I look away. My heart twists and my throat burns. There’s a little tingle in my nose. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m not sad that she’s with him. I’m just… jealous?
As I walk alone to the bar, I know, I wouldn’t have made a different choice. I don’t need a babysitter here. I’m only here to observe, and there is no way I’m participating in anything tonight. Like, at all. But this is hard for me. I grew up in a home where I wasn’t even allowed to date. My parents arranged my marriage like their parents did, and even though I bailed on that, a part of me still fears disapproval. If they knew I was here tonight, they’d disown me.
If they knew a lot of things, they’d disown me.
I make my way to the bar. I need a drink stat.
“Hey,” Travis says. He’s a friendly guy, and really kinda cute, though he looks pretty young, and that feels more like he’s my brother than a potential… well, anything. Dom. Boyfriend. Guy I kiss who buys me a drink. I’ve never been one who’s attracted to men my age, and I’m not now.
“Marla took off?” he asks. He wipes his hands on a towel. I can’t help but glance at his ring finger. He doesn’t wear a ring, but he’s got to be in his early twenties or so, and bartenders flirt even if they’re dating someone. He’s kind, though, and that’s always been my weakness.
“Well, she’s spending the night with a guy,” I say, and then realize that sounds like my friend is whoring herself out. “I mean—well. Okay, so I don’t really know how it works here?” I grimace. God, I should just shut up right now. “But there’s a guy named Viktor and he wanted to, um… what’s the word… scene with her. So they’re going to go… I don’t know, write up a contract or something?” I’ve been into this for how long and now I sound like a total newbie? God!
His eyes crinkle around the edges and he smiles at me. “Is that right? Seems like Marla’s in need of scenin’ good and hard.”
“Most of us are in need of scening good and hard,” I say before I can stop myself. My hand flies to my mouth and I look at him with wide eyes.
And just like that, the insane arousal that started when I saw the scene in the dungeon ignites. Travis grins.
“Is that right?” he asks in his panty-melting drawl.
Hell. Maybe he is cute.
I shouldn’t have come here. I’m way too sex-deprived and needy. I need to get out of here.
“That’s right,” I squeak. I grab a handful of the nuts in the little bowl on the counter, and pop some in my mouth so I don’t say anything stupid. My mind starts playing tricks on me. Travis bending me over the bar and showing me exactly what “scenin’ good and hard” looks like. I imagine he reaches for his belt buckle, those golden-brown eyes growing stern and corrective.
Someone lifts their hand across the bar and Travis shoots me a parting wink, then goes to fill the order. I barely restrain myself from burying my head in my hands.
“Buy you a drink?” someone to my right asks.
I look over and there are three men sitting there that look like they could be brothers with Viktor. Maybe they are. Or cousins or something.
“Sorry?” I ask.
“You look like you need a drink,” the younger one says. “First time here?”
I nod dumbly. He waves down Travis. “What’s your drink?” he asks me.
I shrug like a dumbass.
“Whiskey sour’s what Marla gave you.” Travis looks disapprovingly at me, and gives me the drink, but shoots the guys next to me a warning look. Is it my imagination? Is he jealous?
I hear someone laughing so loudly behind me, it catches my attention, and I quickly turn and look. There’s a crowd of people dressed up in all black, over by the pool tables. I can’t quite tell what they’re doing, but they’re having so much fun. I’m a little jealous, and I know then that I want to be a part of this place. I want to fit in. Have friends that know me and welcome me when I come. And hell, I want to scene.
“What brings you here?” the man next to me asks. He’s got a similar accent to Viktor. Russian? He pushes my drink to me, and I take it gratefully.
“Thank you,” I say. I gulp it like I’m dying of thirst. The voice I heard plays in my mind, and I need to get it to stop. I’m not that girl anymore, and I don’t act like her.
“Whoa, now,” the man says, holding his hand palm down. “Take it easy there. Travis is known for his good, strong drinks.”
My head is feeling woozy again and my mouth a little thick. “Is he known for good, strong anything else?” I ask.
Oh my God. Did I just say that out loud? The men just laugh, though. I drink until ice hits my lips. Marla’s with her man. After tonight, I may never be brave enough to return. Tonight, I’m living it up.












USA Today Bestselling author Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.









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The Girl In The Closet





















































































BIRDIE

Escaping an unthinkable nightmare, I’m given a second chance at life. Cole Trenton is the first person to look past the broken girl. But the moment I give him my heart he leaves.

Secrets never stay buried, and mine returns with a vengeance.
Cole walks back into my life when I need him most. He shows me how to be strong, that monsters only have the power you give them.

But my biggest fear remains.
How do I silence the girl in the closet before I lose Cole again?


COLE

I always knew Birdie Liles was different, but that didn’t stop me from falling for her.
After years of being away, I return home to bury my best friend,
only to learn that Birdie’s in trouble.

If I had known about the monster from her past, I never would’ve left.
I went to fight someone else’s war while I left the woman I love unprotected.

But I’m here now, and I’m ready to send Birdie’s demon right back to hell.


























































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Faith by Andi Jaxon and AJ Alexander

Faith by Andi Jaxon and AJ Alexander is coming December 12th! Find out how Becca fits in with all the women we’ve come to know and love from the SEAL’ed series!!

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Justin I originally joined the Navy as an escape, to become more than a country farm boy. Being a Navy SEAL turned me into a man, but one without a life outside the military. I thought that was all I needed. Until everyone around began to find their Happily Ever Afters’. I realized my life was missing love, something I’ve been longing for. All it took was one simple letter from home to remind me that everything I ever needed was right there waiting for me. Becca Losing the love of your life before he was able to meet his child was the hardest thing I’d ever gone through. I tried to move on with my life, and find a new sense of normalcy with my daughter and myself. One simple holiday act of kindness has set my carefully choreographed life into a tailspin. I could never have guessed writing a simple letter to a deployed sailor would bring us to a place we can finally call ‘Home’ again. Can these two trust in the things they can not see to find true happiness? **While Faith can be read as a standalone, it is best enjoyed after reading Honor, Love, Fate, and Power.**
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About Andi Jaxon Raised in California, I’m a crunchy mom, save the whales and the rain forests, hippy. I married a sexy man in uniform who let me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers that I created myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much coffee until it’s late enough to drink too much wine and am sexually frustrated for your freedom. If you see me online, I’m probably sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids. Want to know more about Andi Jaxon? Follow her on social media or subscribe to her mailing list to receive the latest information on new releases, sales, and more!

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About AJ Alexander Fluent in sarcasm, Supernatural, and song lyrics, I like talking to people and finding what makes them tick, though that probably has to do with the Psychology degree. I’m up before the sun because my kids don’t sleep, chugging tea and coffee to keep my eyes open and my brain semi functional. Being married to a man in uniform means I’ve lived a lot of places, survived seeing my husband for half the amount of time I’ve been married, and spent a lot of time raising my kids alone. I love to write messed up psychos with lots of angst, happily ever afters that have to be worked for. Women with sass and backbone, men with a twisted hero complex and the need to control are my favorite to read as well as write.

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Love by Pranks by Sunniva Dee




Title: Love by Pranks
Author: Sunniva Dee
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: November 28, 2018



Blurb

“A hilarious, crazy romp of a read!!!! I was in stitches through the whole book!—Imaginary USA Today and Wallstreet #1 Bestselling Rom-Com Author.

There were three things I, Kitty Hoskins, didn’t know when I moved into the all-girls, non-sorority house Blossom Field Avenue #246:

1) The house opposite ours, #247, is home to the gorgeous jerks of the Iota Fraternity.

2) Lucian Spencer Anderson lives in #247 and is possibly the hottest stripper-slash-social-science student you’ll ever meet.

3) #246 (The Blossoms) and #247 (The Dudes) have the longest standing, most ruthless prank war in the history of rivalries. The only thing the two houses agree on is that they live and breathe for the next battle.

Funny then that the real challenge is the one I never saw coming: an alliance with Lucian Spencer Anderson. When a cold winter threatens the stray cats of Deepsilver, our mutual love for animals forces us to team up. Bad, right? Well, it gets worse: we’re going to need the cooperation of our two houses to pull this thing off. 







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Lucian’s tongue works languidly, seductively over mine. He hisses in a long, quiet breath through his nose, savoring this intense make-out session as much as I do. It’s been weeks since I last was with him, and it was driving me crazy. I see him every day, dammit. He’s even been by my school, “accidentally” bumping into me after a class. The guy is literally stalking me, and it’s fricking hard to stay strong.
Now, he presses me against the side wall of my house. You know that slow push and release, push and release while never really letting go of your body? His is always there, gliding over mine like we should be naked, and he’s got me on fire.
With some guys, you can sleep with them once and be like, “been there, done that,” right? Well, that’s not how it is with Lucian. For me, kissing him like this, I just burn hotter for every second, and it makes me remember how it felt to have him inside of me, climbing, climbing, climbing until I lost control over my limbs.
Yesterday afternoon at the mall, he stopped me before I could hop into Seraphina’s car and leave.
“What’s up, Kitty? Are you avoiding me or something?” he’d asked.
“Or something,” I said, sending him a brief side-glance. Mostly, my disgust for him overpowers the desire, and as long as I don’t look right at him, it’s easy. See, disheveled locks of amber-colored hair combined with sea-foam eyes has that effect on me. It’s a fact I knew nothing about until I moved to Deepsilver.
“Just because I don’t beg at the foot of your bed doesn’t mean I’m avoiding you. Most chicks don’t, you know—or wait, are you used to a flock down there?”
He didn’t even answer. My face flushed brightly as I got into my bestie’s car and slammed the door behind me. Lucian just stood there and watched us take off. Wham fast-forward a day and some hours, and here we are in my current situation, pressed against the wall in my yard.
Okay, I admit it; this might have something to do with how I voluntarily accepted a glass of hyper-spiked pink punch at the house. Maybe one turned into four, can’t remember.
I might accidentally say stupid stuff if I’m tired even if I’m not drunk, but I won’t act this recklessly. Unfortunately, the guy’s doing something to me, to the point of making me dream stuff at night, stuff that makes me wake up sighing, so I guess that’s why I got drunk with the girls tonight.
Or no—it’s just a Friday night, I’m in college, I’m only young once and so forth, and here we are. God, he’s delicious.
“Let’s go inside,” he hisses out against my mouth. His hands have slid inside my top. My bra is a joke already—halfway pushed up—and he has one of my boobs in his hand. I’m arching my back like a total sorority slut, moaning exactly like I did when I woke up from a wet dream about him this morning. Also: this has got to stop.
“No…” I trail off, because really, I need to taste him some more. The feel of his cock, hard against my stomach, the head of it rubbing against my hip, makes my stomach drop with lust. I can’t even talk anymore.
I need to be clear, tell him I’m not doing the walk of shame into 246 with all the Blossom Girls at home.
“Okay,” he murmurs. Starts to push my shorts down, right here, against the wall of the side of my house!
“What are you doing?” I’m losing my breath completely while he pushes himself against me. This is so freaking hot and wrong and slutty—I don’t even know what it isn’t. He has a blond halo in the moonlight.
“What I’m doing? I’m making love to you.”
“Here? Are you crazy?”
His fingers are in me, and my hips move, wanting this so damn much. I’m slippery already, enjoying every second like I’ve got no brains left at all.
“You said not inside the house, didn’t you?”
“Yeah—No—I meant…” Right. What I’d meant was that we should sneak inside his house, not mine. I think? “Fuck.”
“Is it good?” He puffs against my lips.
“Shut… up.” My fingers grab his pants, unbutton them, and he helps me get them down his thighs.
“This is ridiculous,” I say. “Do you have a condom?”
“Fuck yeah.”
We both moan when he stabs inside of me seconds later, lifting me against the wall with his body. My shorts are on the ground, and my thighs vise-grip his hips.
“You’re so amazing. Shit, Kitty, I—”
“Oh, God!” I instantly shake around him like I’m some sort of wind-up toy. I’m the goddamn Energizer rabbit. Lucian pushes harder, rocks into me, chasing the aftershocks of my orgasm out of me as he groans, coming loudly too.
This is the wildest— I mean, what the hell was that, a five-second quickie or what? I can’t even.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
Oh, no. That’s Tilda on the front porch.
“Dudes, you can come out. I know you’re there. Seraphina? Ninni! There’s someone out here. I swear to God, if you’re trying to prank us right now, we’re going to have your heads on stakes!”






Author Bio


Sunniva Dee is a lover of great writing and wild, passionate, angsty characters. In the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia, she divides her time between her “petting zoo” and writing sexy novels. Sunniva ado-o-ores breaking stereotypes and describing the flipside of bad-boy alphas or good boys with a savage streak. 


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Enlightened

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My secret’s out. Reed knows the truth.

The destruction’s done. There’s no taking it back.

Reed took all my firsts like a shiny present. He made promises with silky words I greedily kept as truths. But the moment I faltered, he took away everything.

Now we’re both guilty of sins.

As we come together for Grandfather Ian’s funeral, it’s time to face what I’ve done—what we’ve done. The boy I’ve loved since age eight is now a man; his rage palpable, his turquoise eyes piercing me with an intensity that sets me on fire. Each delicious kiss seems to peel away our ugly past- a past we’re desperate to escape.

They say forgiveness comes from within. Can I trust him to forgive me? Have we both been enlightened?

I used to believe in the fantasy of a happily ever after. Trouble is my life’s not a fairy tale.

The Enlightened is second in The Entitled duet.
The story begins in The Entitled.