It’s Just Usby #RPhoenix & #ChrisMcHart Amazon📚 http://ow.ly/F1oM50t93PL BLURB:Used to pretending he’s someone he’s not, twenty-one-year-old college student Micah has been hiding his true self. When a prank sends him into a bar on kink night, he finds something he never knew he needed: a world so strange, yet so alluring, where someone offers to take care of him… even though escaping all the pressure sounds too good to be true. But can he find something lasting with a Daddy who likes to pamper him? Can he trust Carter to be his first in so many ways? At forty, Carter is a widower. Though he’s past the stages of grief, he’s still completely lost without his late husband. There’s a hole in his life he doesn’t think he’ll ever fill. But Micah doesn’t only fit perfectly in Carter’s lap — he’s also curious about all things related to age play. Can he coax Micah out of his shell so he can become the femme, carefree, happy little he’s meant to be? #MMRomance #KindleUnlimited
⚡️⚡️ NEW RELEASE! ⚡️⚡️ Fresh Start:(Orchard Ridge Omegas Book 3) by #BraylonBlack Fresh Start: A May/December, Non-shifter Mpreg Small Town Romance. A young, pregnant omega living on the streets… A small town alpha Sheriff with a past full of regrets… FREE to read in Kindle Unlimited!! http://ow.ly/OOBv50t8oD4
Pixie (Ballsy Boys Book 5) by #KMNeuhold & #NoraPhoenix Amazon 📚http://ow.ly/Az7550swNn6 BLURB: Everybody loves Pixie. Everybody wants Pixie. But Pixie needs a Daddy, and his heart is set on me. I’m determined to resist him, for more reasons than I can count. He’s too young for me. He’s my employee. And he’s everything I’ve been avoiding for half my life. He’s vibrant. He’s sweet. He’s absolutely perfect, no matter how much I don’t want him to be. I want nothing more than to take care of him, to protect him and pamper him…but how can I start something with him when I know I’ll eventually break his heart? Can I really be the Daddy Pixie needs? **Pixie is the fifth and last book in the Ballsy Boys Production series. It can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s more fun reading the series in order. #MMRomance #KindleUnlimited
“So what are we singing?” Jensen asked as he joined Sut at the table where there was a list of song choices. “I don’t know what you’re all singing, but I know what I am,” Sut replied, then turned and headed for the stage. He gave the cutie Deja a smile and told him his song choice, then walked onto the stage. His gaze moved around the crowded room but wouldn’t focus on any one thing. Everything was a bit hazy and there was a bright light in his face. Sut lifted his hand to block the brightness and suddenly it dimmed to a more comfortable level. Being sober kinda sucked but for this song, he wanted to make his feelings clear to all that heard it. He lowered his hand and gripped the mic as the first notes of the song began to play. Suddenly, his gaze focused on a single face and Sut’s heart clenched in his chest. He loved that face, but at the same time…he kind of hated it. Casimir was so handsome and Sut loved looking at his mate, but after the history they already shared, pain always outweighed the pleasure of that face these days. His friends words rang in his mind and Sut knew they were right. He had given Casimir enough time. Now he needed to put himself first and protect his heart. As much as it killed him to walk away from his mate, there really was no other choice now. If he stayed, they would only continue as they had been and his heart would shatter every day, but if he gave up and moved on, the heartbreak could fully come, he would embrace it, and get over it. It was time for him to man up and reclaim his life. It was time for him to say goodbye to his mate, and the song he chose would do just that. These would be his last words to Casimir. After he was done, he would no longer speak to the man, or listen to him. Their lives would now go on separately. The time had come. Sut, waited for the right cord, then locked his gaze with Casimir’s and began to sing, “Keep Me Hanging On” by The Supremes, “Set me free, why don’t ya, baby? Get out my life, why don’t you, baby?” As the song went on Sut was filled with all the hurt, anger, and despair that had taken over his life since meeting Casimir. He thought of all the times the man had loved on him, then denied him. The pain and anger began to consume him and Sut glared at Casimir, letting all his thoughts and feelings show on his face as he sang directly to the man. “Why do you keep coming around and playing with my heart?”He screamed out, releasing the rage within. He watched Casimir’s face closely as he belted out the song and for a moment he began to panic from the thought of walking away, but then Casimir closed his eyes and shook his head. The motion reignited the fire of anger within him, replacing the feeling of loss with one of determination. No more, damn it! No more! I won’t let him treat me like this anymore. He fucks me and leaves me, keeps me a secret and at arm’s length and then when I say I can’t take it anymore and want more or I’m done, he has the nerve to look like he’s ashamed of me? Me? He’s the one who should be ashamed. Well fuck you mate, and fuck us. I release you from our bond. Sut thought as he continued to sing directly to Casimir the dragon shifter asshole, not Casimir his mate. They weren’t mates. Never had been, never would be. “You don’t want me for yourself, so let me find somebody else…”he sang as he jumped from the stage and started walking toward Casimir, his gaze still locked on the man’s face. As he moved closer and the crowd stepped aside to let him through, Casimir opened his eyes and their gazes locked as Sut now stood only feet from the dragon. Then he changed the words and instead of ‘Why don’t you be a man about it and set me free’, Sut sang, “I’ll be a man about it, and I’ll set you free. Go on, get out of my life…Let me be! Set me freeeee!” The song came to an end and they remained frozen, just staring at one another. After a few moments when Casimir made no move to say or do anything, just continued to look at him, Sut felt the metal wall snap shut around his heart to the man. He was done. Sut dropped the mic and walked away.
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Author – KM Lowe
Editor – Karen Sanders
Designer – Pink Elephant Design
Genre – Romantic Suspense
Shawland Security – Book 1 of Shawland Security Series
Security (Book 1)
Security was a fresh start for Caleb Shawland
thought that leaving his detective status behind would let him sleep
easy at night. He’d be his own boss. He’d finally be able to settle down
and have a life. Only, that doesn’t last long.
Caleb’s ex-partner from the CPD walks into his office and mentions Aria Marshall, his world turns upside down in a heartbeat.
Marshall was his one true love.
Marshall has spent all of her adult life helping people less fortunate
in third world countries. Her return home to Chicago was supposed to be
the next chapter of her life, only she didn’t expect a predator to be
waiting in the wings. She didn’t expect the
next ten years of her life to vanish. Only it did, and now she needs to
find a way to deal with the abuse and violence she faced.
moment Caleb stumbles back into Aria’s life, he knows for sure he’ll do anything to protect her. No matter what that may be.
Caleb capture her predator before any more innocent girls find themselves in Aria’s position.
😈NEW RELEASE😈 Twisted Saga ReGenesis By: Author Jason Blayne Amazon universal link: http://mybook.to/tsregensis Synopsis: What is a ReGenesis? Is it a “do-over”? Correcting a mistake? Completely starting over? A divine intervention? Maybe it’s a little of it all, but whatever it is might not be available for burdens and mistakes of long ago when it comes to Josh, James, & Justin. Errors & events left unsettled, have come home to roust. One final battle to determine the outcome but this time the price might be too much to handle. Can the trio overcome the odds once & for all? Are they doomed to settle debts with their lives? How will their epic journey end & how will a ReGenesis occur in the end to create a brand new beginning? #twistedsagaregenesis #jasonblayne
It’s Release Day! Gypsy’s Rogue by #LaylaDorine http://ow.ly/UrQZ50rzwpd Excerpt: They rolled, blinking against the torrent, rainwater washing into their eyes, over their cheek, down their chin. Gypsy opened their mouth and it coated their tongue, nearly gagging as it hit the back of their throat, forcing them to swallow. It was cold and pure and they wondered, for a moment, if this was what the sky tasted like. A deep chuckle drew their eyes left, to a pair of black shitkickers standing out in stark contrast to the muddy green of their lawn. Those boots were attached to long legs encased in wet denim, a sodden House of 1000 Corpses t-shirt stretched across a thickly muscled chest. Through their watery gaze they caught a glimpse of tattoos wrapped around a tanned pair of arms, their breath catching in their chest when they couldn’t fully make out the patterns of them. Oh god, oh god it couldn’t be. They strained to see the man’s face, but the rain was blocking out his features. Gypsy began to panic, sucking in breath after breath, hyperventilating, as if the crying hadn’t been enough. They wished a sinkhole would swallow them up even while they were grateful the rain had washed away their tears. Gypsy was only vaguely aware of the man going to one knee beside them until he reached out. Recoiling sharply away from his touch, Gypsy went rolling through the mud. Their breathing picked up more, sucking in panicked gulps as they closed their eyes and squeezed their fists until mud squished through their fingers. “Hey now. Gypsy. Hey, slow down your breathin’ for me. I didn’t mean ta scare you.” He reached out again, and this time Gypsy was too tired to pull away. Exhausted, cold, with frayed emotions and their clothing stuck to their skin, they focused on the voice and tried not to fall off a cliff of blind panic. “You can do better than that. Stop holding your breath, ya gotta breathe,” the voice insisted and they could feel their hand being placed against the center of a muscular chest so that the heartbeat thudded gently beneath their fingertips. “Try and match your breathing to mine. Shit, I didn’t think you’d react like this to me coming out to see ya.” They gasped, shuddered, batted weakly at the hand until they let go. “Shit, Gypsy, I’m not gonna hurt you.” The man’s voice slowly sunk in and with it came the realization that it wasn’t their ex. They wanted to weep all over again for the mercy of that small act. Their breathing eased, and slowly, slowly they unclenched their fists from the grass. Rogue didn’t attempt to touch them again, just heaved a sigh and flopped onto his back beside Gypsy, shoved his rain soaked hair out of his eyes and let the deluge wash over him. “Shower broken?” he quipped. “No.” They didn’t look at him again, couldn’t. Gypsy was betting there would be pity in his eyes, that, or he’d be eyeing them up like he was measuring them for a padded room. “So this is for fun then?” He wiggled a little, getting comfortable, settling in like he planned to be there awhile. “Why are you here? How did you ever find me?” He chuckled again, turned on his side, brushed the wet grass aside so he could see them more clearly. “You told me about this place over a bottle of Grey Goose and Brit Coms.” A bark of laughter erupted from their throat, harsh, rough, but it was a pleasant memory and damn, they needed those. “You laughed so hard you puked.” “Yeah, that was your fault too. Never thought those things would be remotely amusing.” “That doesn’t explain how you were able to find it.” “We always keep records of the towns we’ve visited and the places we’ve set up shows. It wasn’t hard to backtrack through them and figure it out.” “Why would you go through that much effort for me?” “Why not? You didn’t call, you didn’t write, so when Isaac told me you’d headed back here, I figured I’d come find out what happened and make sure you were okay. You said you’d never return here, so I figured something drastic had to happen to change your mind.” “My father died.” “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” “I don’t know yet.” “Then I’ll wait ‘til you decide if you want condolences or a celebration.” “That’s harsh. I wouldn’t…I’d never…” “Sorry. I would though.” “You didn’t even know my old man.” “I was talking about mine.”