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Alissa York Notes & Confessions


Title: Notes & Confessions (The Broadway Series Book 3)
Author: Alissa York
Genre: Romance







Briggs Layton is the underdog, it’s been that way since birth, but coming in four minutes behind his superior brother, Beck, has never bothered him. Briggs being burned, literally and figuratively by Beck is a different story. With a failed almost marriage, a sick mother, and a party-boy brother, Briggs goes through life in a bit of a haze. Work, home, and taking notes about everything he observes takes up all his time. Until he sees her. 
Harriet Wolfe is homeless, carless, loveless, and alone. And all in one week. What else is a girl to do when Karma kicks her down again? She starts over. With a couple of bags, a scrap of paper reminding her what to do, and one single friend across the country, Harriet gets on a bus and doesn’t look back. A fresh start far away from her former life is just what she needs. She quickly acclimates and makes a family of her own, but one notebook and a dark cloud from her old life threaten to tear it all apart.


 















Alissa is a mom, wife, and dog groomer by day. At night she is posted at her laptop writing contemporary romance. She has a soft spot for gooey romance, over-creamed coffee, and anything cute and furry.













What Happens During the Holidays Anthology & Giveaway




Title: What Happens During the Holidays
Authors: E.M. Abel, Renee Ericson, Lucy Gage, 
Jessica Ingro, Kelli Jean, Elle Jefferson,
Cheryl McIntyre, Beth Michele,
Tessa Teevan & K. Webster
Genre: Romance Anthology
Cover Design: RE Creatives
Release Date: November 27, 2017



Blurb

Holidays happen.

It's inevitable.

Emotions run high and plans can get turned upside down, landing you in bed with someone so far off the radar you never saw them coming.

Is it love? Is it lust? Or is it just what happens during the holidays? 

*What Happens During the Holidays is a collection of fun and sexy holiday short stories from a group of fun and sometimes sexy authors. Or maybe they’re ninjas.*

All proceeds to benefit Direct Relief

Coming Home by E.M. Abel
Fortune by Renee Ericson
The Meeting by Lucy Gage
Love Square: The Remix by Jessica Ingro
Mahalo by Kelli Jean
Big Mistake by Elle Jefferson
A Gift from Fate by Cheryl McIntyre
Going Down by Beth Michele
The Naughty List by Tessa Teevan
Naughty St. Nick by K. Webster


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Averice Collection A.C. Melody


Title: Averice Collection ( Hell On Earth 1-3)
Author: A.C. Melody
Genre: Dark Erotic/BDSM/Paranormal







Devils Only.
It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation...

Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York's poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity's sake. She doesn't fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run.

Unforgiving, destiny's twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she'd never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing's more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submission she's always longed for.

Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami's missteps and she'll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she's finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?

Trigger/Content Warning: This collection is Dark, BDSM Paranormal Romance, all references to devils in the blurb are sincere. Possible triggers include but are not limited to demonology, violence, R.A.C.K. (Risk Awareness Consensual Kink), graphic sex and explicit language. Not intended for readers under the age of 18.





His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.

It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.

She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he'd turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn't planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn't care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn't want anything to ruin it.

"Mmm, you taste foolishly brave," he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.
Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.

She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.
"You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?" he asked. "Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?"

If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he'd been aware, only turned her on more.

"No, but it's a start," she replied.
He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh.
"Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it's a start."

He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn't have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.

Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.

Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn't afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.

Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other d├ęcor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire's secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.

"You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way," she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.
A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.
"That's what makes decorating so easy," he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. "The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?"

"My feet never get cold," she replied.
She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. "Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge."
It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.

"You're free to take it however you like," she pointed out, but it wasn't flippant.
No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.
"I don't need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want," he stated, before lowering his voice even more. "I don't wait for holidays."



A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.

A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.

She's 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. A.C. loves to hear from her readers and can be found at any of the following sites:







Work Me Up by Sasha Burke

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WMU_SB_COVERnew Nicole is without a doubt the oddest creature I’ve ever met. As far as counselors go, she seems pretty damn good, even though her methods are way the hell out there. And I actually like that she uses my gym for her afterschool sessions. That is, until she starts sticking her nosy—albeit gorgeous—butt into my business. It’s bad enough the sexy little smarty has wormed her way into my head. There’s no frickin’ way I’m letting her psychoanalyze the rough patch my kid’s going through. I don’t care how much the woman knows about this stuff; my daughter is my life. We’ve been doing just great on our own, no outsiders needed. The only problem? The persistent menace apparently has a set of keys to get in… Logan is without a doubt the most fascinating man I’ve ever met. As far as billionaires go, he’s far from typical. Practically allergic to the indoors and stubborn to the extreme, but an absolute teddy bear—of the gruff, burly, mountain-climbing variety—when it comes to his daughter. And for some reason, I seem to rub him the wrong way. Unsurprising, since I’ve never really been good at rubbing men the right way…pun entirely intended. What I am good at though, is working with kids. The man needs my help, even though he doesn’t think so. He may be the most loving father I’ve ever encountered, but this here is my domain. The only problem? My clothes seem to keep falling off whenever we’re alone together… NOTE: This is a quick, steamy romance with lots of chemistry and very little drama for the on-the-go reader looking for some frisky, feel-good fun. Contents include: a big, rugged single dad being driven crazy by a quirky, head-shrinking heroine, copious hot, dirty, descriptive sex, and a swoony instalove plot complete with a sweet HEA. No cheating, no cliffhanger. WMU_NOWAVAILABLE WMU_Daughter ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sasha Burke has been reading romances ever since she discovered her local library would let her borrow whatever kind of books she wanted…probably far younger than she should’ve started. Possessive and protective alpha heroes have long been Sasha’s biggest weakness. Reading and writing about them, especially when there’s a feisty heroine involved, has resulted in her staying up many a night over the years. You’ll usually find Sasha out and about spoiling her many dogs, or trying to perfect the world’s greatest mac & cheese recipe (and tirelessly taste-testing practice runs in that pursuit), or hosting outdoor fajita nights for her friends as often as she can. To get alerts on her new releases along with surprise bonus content and other goodies throughout the year, join her Email List: http://eepurl.com/cYJpUr Website: www.sashaburke.com Facebook Fan Page: www.facebook.com/sashaburkebooks

'The Selkie's Tale' by Nara Malone

Book: The Selkie's Tale
Author: Nara Malone
Genre: Virtual Reality/Romance
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Synopsis
Seven tears cast upon the water summon the selkie, summon seal across the ocean, summon man from beast—liquid keys to break the curse. Freed one night every seven years, Ronin is doomed to repeat that cycle into eternity. Unless he can find a woman powerful enough to resist a selkie’s irresistible pheromones and sex magick.
Maille believes she lost reality between Maine and New Mexico. Between where she is now and where she should be. She believes in facts, not magick. But facts can’t explain how she wound up naked on a beach with the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on. Or how she knows in her bones that losing herself in the passion Ronin offers is a path to disaster.
It’s going to be a long, hot, wet night. Caught between sex magick and a sexy selkie, disaster is inevitable for Maille. To break the enchantment she has to rely on the oldest magick of all—the power of love-drenched hearts.
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Author Bio
Whether it's a shapeshifter romance exploring the primal power of the wild feminine, or BDSM romance where love digs into a character's shadows, Nara believes romance should open the door and push lovers into a new dimension: sexually, emotionally, and sometimes physically. 
Nara Malone is an award winning novelist and poet. As a freelance journalist and writer, her feature profiles on women entrepreneurs and her romantic short stories have been published in newspapers, magazines, and digital publications.
Nara lives on a small farm in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains. When she's not writing, she loves to run, hike, bike, and kayak. Every story she tells incorporates her love of animals, nature, and adventure.
An Excerpt From: THE SELKIE’S TALE
Copyright © NARA MALONE, 2013
Tears.
Ronin was so tuned to the presence of a woman’s tears that he could swear he heard them fall. While hearing a tear hit the surf on the other side of the ocean was a stretch, there could be no mistaking the scent or the taste. Each woman’s tears were unique. These tasted of secrets and sorrow. Ronin held each on his tongue, decoding subtle clues and catching one after another.
Seven tears cast upon the water summon the selkie. Liquid key that broke the curse for one night. Sunset to dawn.
Ronin had twelve hours exactly on this night of Mabon, the autumnal equinox.
Obsidian black with foaming mane and tail, his liquid steed bucked and galloped across the Atlantic in the time it took a cloud to glide across the face of the rising moon. At the edge of Wolf Harbor, his ride dissolved into thrashing breakers along the jetty.
Seven tears summoned the beast across the ocean, carried the selkie to his intended on enchanted waters. Seven tears summoned man from beast.
The scent and taste of her—cool and crisp as new snow—washed through him, renewing his withered spirit. A vision of her tear-streaked face, framed in a wild mane of dark locks, was like a sun rising in his heart. Her need gave him power. Her hunger drove him up on the rocky barrier.
Metamorphosis clamped him in its jaws. Transforming Ronin form seal to man. He writhed and moaned like some great sea slug, belly down in a kelp pile. Bones shattered and reformed. Skin spilt at the seams until at last he crawled from the prison of his pelt. All indignities and agonies made bearable by the promise of holding her.
Growing taller with each breath, Ronin scrambled to his feet. Nothing equaled the sheer exhilaration and power of standing erect.
Ronin reached to the sky, and turning to face each of the four sacred directions, he named the elements. “Earth, wind, fire, water, I bow to your power. I am nothing on my own. Embrace the frailties and powers of this human form. Lend me your strength as I do the Goddess’s will.”
The wind carried a wolf song from shore. Tipping his head back, Ronin turned toward the moon, his voice rising to unite in song with his shape-shifting cousins. None but a being who walked the earth as both human and beast would recognize the subtle tonal differences and encrypted messages that signified the human souls beneath those canid hides. The pack leader’s solo answer welcomed Ronin ashore and promised no interference with his mission.
Satisfied, Ronin shook out his long hair and turned to face the wind. Heavy locks whipped back from his face and fanned out across his shoulders. A wave broke, colliding with the boulder he perched on. The resonant boom vibrated in his bones, cold spray making him shiver.
Maybe it was the remnants of the storm spinning up turbulence. Maybe it was the moodiness of autumn setting in, or maybe because it had been longer than usual since he’d last tumbled in clean sheets with a willing female, but tonight felt different.
Heat emanated from the water. Power dissipated by the goings-on at Shadowling, the magickal manor perched on the cliffs. The priestesses and their servants would be celebrating the Mabon, but the woman on the beach was not of them. Her tears didn’t carry the telltale electric zap of power. If she had power, it was dormant yet. Her summons had been born of innocent despair.
As such she was tonight’s innocent recipient of his eternal penance.
Shrugging off the mood, Ronin stashed his pelt under a cairn of loose rocks and dove back into the water. He had eleven hours and fifty minutes left. He wasn’t going to waste one second more than he had to. Still, he had to proceed cautiously.
She’d summoned him without knowing he existed, or the workings of his enchantment. Most women didn’t embrace strange men who walked naked from the surf.
Pity, that.