NEW RELEASE: Grease Monkey


Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: October 2016
Genre(s): New Adult/Contemporary/Erotic Romance


For all appearances, Gwen is daddy’s little darling — a socialite with more money than sense — but what she really wants is to break free from her gilded cage.

When her Mercedes breaks down, Gwen’s knight in shining tow trucks turns out to be more than she expected. Will the hot mechanic be the first guy to rock her world? She melts at his touch and knows that she’ll give him whatever he wants, as long as he keeps her screaming his name.

WARNING: If you love sexy bearded men who talk dirty, be prepared to have your kindle melted. This is a highly erotic story with a case of insta-love.




I could count on one hand the number of times I’d been told no and had someone actually mean it. I was spoiled, rotten to the core, and daddy’s little darling. Or at least, that’s what the world saw when they looked at me. A perfect little blonde China doll driving around town in the Mercedes Daddy gave her. They don’t see the ugliness of my life, the harsh reality of being a Montcliff. Appearance is everything after all. All the women wanted to be me and all the guys wanted to fuck me, and that was a card my daddy never hesitated to play.

Any time he had a big client on the line, I was the one he sent to wine and dine them. I was waiting for the day he sold me to the highest bidder. I knew it was coming, now that I’ve refused to finish college. I don’t have a problem expanding my education, but the last thing I wanted to study was business, and Daddy was cramming it down my throat, wanting to groom me to be the perfect wife for one of his associates, and I was sure I knew which one. Lecherous old man.

I’d been driving aimlessly for over an hour, my mind in a whirl over my latest fight with Daddy dearest, and it didn’t take a genius to realize I was lost. I hadn’t been home in years and had never driven in Winston Falls before. My New England town was beautiful, though, and I’d wanted to go exploring before anyone could fasten a leash to my collar this morning. The fall leaves had been gorgeous, but at some point, I’d left behind the mansions of Piper Hill and, well… the houses and businesses around me weren’t falling apart, but they definitely belonged to the lower class.

I snorted. Lower class. Now I sounded like my snobby as hell mother, if you could call her that. My real mother had died giving birth to me, and my father hadn’t wasted time remarrying. He’d been through four wives since then, and his latest was only a few years older than me. It seemed every time he got married, the woman got a little younger. Pretty soon, he’d be bride shopping at the boarding school where I spent most of my life. The thought sickened me, but I knew he wasn’t above it. Knowing the sick bastard, he’d probably get off on having a child bride. Someone he could groom to his liking.

My car gave a clunk and rattle before the entire thing shimmied. “No. No, no, no. You aren’t doing this to me now!”

I stared at the gauge and wondered how the hell I’d managed to run out of gas. I was always careful about making sure I had a full tank, but apparently, I’d fucked up this time. I didn’t even remember the last gas station I’d seen, not that I had a gas can stored in my trunk. The only thing back there was my latest shopping haul. As far as I knew, I didn’t even have a car jack back there, but then I’d always called roadside service if I had a flat.

The car sputtered to a stop in the middle of the road, and I banged my head on the steering wheel. What the hell had I ever done wrong for the universe to hate me so much? I picked up my cell phone and stared at the black screen. I tried to power it on and realized my battery had died. Searching through the console and glove compartment, I couldn’t find the charger. I must have taken it out of the car at some point. Great. Stranded. It was a long-ass walk back home, especially in heels. With my luck, someone would think I was a high priced call girl and try to pick me up along the way.

A loud roar reached my ears and I glanced in the rearview mirror. About six motorcycles were barreling my way. I hoped like hell they didn’t stop to check on me. It wasn’t that I had anything against guys who rode motorcycles, but six rowdy men and just one of me? The odds weren’t in my favor. They whizzed past and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Minutes ticked by as I tried to assess my situation and figure out what the hell I was going to do. I could have walked, but to where? I wasn’t familiar with this part of town and would be just as lost on foot.

I heard the rumble of a big engine behind me and looked in my rearview mirror again. Was that a tow truck? Maybe my day wasn’t complete crap after all. It seemed miracles did still happen, even if they seldom ever happened to me. Whoever he was, surely he would be able to take me to the nearest gas station, and I could just fill up my car and be on my way. I had a little cash on me, but with some luck, they wouldn’t take checks or plastic.

I opened my door and swung my legs out before rising to meet my savior. Probably a good thing I was holding onto the doorframe when the driver stepped out. Holy mother of God! My knees went a little weak as a giant of a man moved toward me, his muscles bunching and flexing with every step. Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes, but I got the feeling he was assessing me. Jeans were molded to his thick thighs, and a grease-stained white tee stretched tight over his massive chest and shoulders. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as he stopped in front of me.

“You look like you could use some help.”

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine, and my cheeks burned as my panties grew damp. Holy fuck! I’d be willing to bet he could get a woman off just using his voice. And for the first time in my life, I was ready to volunteer to be that woman. No man had ever turned me on before. At school, the boys at the school across town had referred to me as the ice princess. I hadn’t even been able to get myself off, so I’d thought maybe they were right. Until now.

His eyebrows rose, and I realized I hadn’t said anything.

“It died in the middle of the road.” I licked my lips. “I ran out of gas.”

“I can take it back to my garage and take a look. It’s just a few blocks away.” He held out his hand. “Name’s Lance.”

I couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up.

“Something wrong with my name?”

“Sorry, it’s just… with you swooping in to rescue me and your name… it made me think of Lancelot.”

He smiled a little, the corner of his lips ticking upward. My legs squeezed together as more moisture gathered between my thighs. I’d never felt so needy before, so out of control. If he kept talking, I was going to hump his leg in the middle of the street, maybe beg him to fuck me over the hood of my car. I was practically salivating as I moved a little closer.

“So if I’m Lancelot, does that make you Guinevere?”

He pulled his glasses down his nose, and there was humor shining in his gray eyes. Gorgeous eyes. A sigh escaped me, and I had to stop myself from rubbing against him like a cat in heat. He seemed to realize the effect he had on me and smirked as he slid his glasses back into place.

“All right, Gwennie. Let’s get your car, and you, back to my shop.”

About the Author

Short. Erotic. Sweet.

Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

When Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more.

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BOOK BLITZ: The Hitman’s Possession

The Hitman’s Possession
Tia Lewis
(A Bad Boy Mafia Romance, #1)
Publication date: October 19th 2016
Genres: Dark Hitman Romance

I’m a hard, ruthless, and brutal killer… but I’m not letting her go.

I’m the most feared man in South Boston. I’ve earned that title and the nickname “The Animal.” Women may think it’s because I’m wild in bed, and one night with me and they’d f*cking know it.

But there’s a darker reason for my reputation… I think nothing about ending a life. Feelings are a luxury I can’t afford.

Until her.

I hear Tess cry for help and I give into the urge to help her. One look at her and I knew I had to risk it all to rescue her. I’m no knight in shining armor; I’m saving her so I can keep the sexy spitfire for myself.

But the mob wants her back. She wasn’t meant to live through that night.

No f*cking way I’m going to let that happen. Tess ignites a fire within me like nothing I’ve ever known. Her legs are meant to be wrapped around me, and only me. I’ll take on the whole Russian mob ―hell, the whole world―to keep the one woman who’s meant to belong to me.

I’ll kill every bastard that tries to take her away. She can try to run, but she’s not getting away from this hitman. She’s my possession now.


The Hitman’s Possession is a full-length dark romance novel that’s intended for mature audiences only. This novel address issues of a serious nature, including violence surrounding the nature of consent. This novel contains very disturbing situations, graphic language and violence and explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.

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Release Blitz: With Ties That Bind

With Ties that Bind: A Broken Bonds Novel, Book Two
Trisha Wolfe
Publication date: October 11th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Thriller

A new threat has descended upon Arlington, and lead medial examiner Avery Johnson is in its sights, being targeted by the city’s latest serial killing menace known to the public as the Alpha Killer.

Whether urban legend or reality, the Alpha feeds into the media craze, orchestrating a killing spree to stamp out all rivals. And when Avery’s tangled web of deception pulls her further into to Alpha’s sadistic game, there’s only one thing she fears more: losing Quinn. With just as many secrets to guard as the elusive crime lord, Avery’s time is running out to reveal the truth to Quinn, the stubborn, by-the-book detective bent on protecting her at all costs.

As a lead takes the ACPD task force deep into the bowels of a corrupt law firm, the discovery of a vast criminal network with far-reaching connections threatens to unmask many players. How deep does the corruption go? How far does the Alpha’s reach extend? While the team races to catch a killer, Detective Quinn is faced with an impossible choice. Will he betray the woman he’s fallen for, or seek his own vengeance outside of the law?

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From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself.

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COVER REVEAL: Stealing Dallas

Stealing Dallas
Amanda Mackey
Published by: Limitless Publishing
Publication date: October 25th 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Fresh out of a stint in prison, Jagger Reed wants his life back…

Finally released from prison after serving only eighteen months of a twenty-year sentence, Jagger is excited to reunite with his disabled brother Dallas. With the help of Rosalind McAllister, the creative writing teacher at the prison, Jagger was given a full pardon and legal guardianship of his brother.

The fight to get his old life back has just begun…

When Jagger and Rose arrive to pick up Dallas from his temporary foster parent, Lena Radcliffe, they are horrified to discover she has moved out with no known address. Worried that his brother may be in danger, they enlist the help of the local police who discover Lena in Great Falls, Montana. Rose vows to help Jagger reunite with his brother.

Jagger is out for blood, and heaven help anyone who stands in his way…

Live or die, Jagger will find his brother so they can start fresh. But there’s more to Lena Radcliffe than meets the eye, and suddenly Jagger and Rose are in over their heads. They’re in the middle of something much bigger and more dangerous than a family dispute.

The clock is ticking, and they’re running out of time to figure out Lena’s motive for…

Stealing Dallas

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Amanda Mackey was born in New Zealand and moved to Australia when she was 12 years old with her family, where she has lived ever since. She has loved books since an early age and is an avid reader. This has helped lay the foundation for her writing. She’s published 7 novels to date with plenty more on the way. An author with Limitless Publishing, she loves to spend time with family when she’s not writing or reading.

Amanda hopes to make writing her full time career and travel in the near future.

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NEW RELEASE: Wolf Charming


Jessica Coulter Smith is back to writing werewolves. If you enjoyed the Ashton Grove Werewolves, get ready to meet the Iron Hills Wolf Pack! The all new series kicks off in October with Wolf Charming, with many more to follow. If you’d like to hear about future releases, please take a moment to sign up for Jessica’s newsletter.

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Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publication Date: October 10, 2016

Weston Drake is a lot of things. Player. Bestselling author. And stubborn as fuck werewolf. At least, he’s stubborn when it comes to his mate. He’s known that Abril Forrest belongs to him for the past five years, but their fourteen year age gap has kept him away. She’s more than legal enough now, but his thirty-five to her twenty-one still makes him feel like a lecherous old man. No matter how much his wolf craves her company, and his body craves her touch, he resists the lure of his chosen one. What would a sexy woman like her want with an older man like him?

Abril has fought like hell to carve out a life in Grover Falls, despite her dismal beginning. Raised in the trailer park with her junkie mom and a father who would just as soon sell her as look at her, she’s worked hard to leave her past behind. But in small towns, people never forget. Men think she’s easy because of who her parents are, so she’s always avoided relationships, or dating in general. But there’s one man she’d give herself to in a heartbeat. Weston Drake is everything she’s ever wanted, but he’s never once looked her way.

Until now.

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His brother, Zach, nudged him. “You’re drooling again. If you aren’t going to man up and talk to your mate, you could at least appear a little less like a stalker.”

Weston scowled at him.

“Look, you know the two of you are meant to be together. What would it hurt to introduce yourself and ask her out for dinner? If you don’t claim her, your wolf is eventually going to go insane.”

Zach wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know. His wolf was already going a little crazy without their mate. Weston had thought about approaching Abril several times over the last few weeks, as his wolf had gotten more insistent, but he always drew back and kept his distance. She was so young and had so many possibilities in front of her. It would be wrong of him to claim her. The last thing she needed was a serious relationship when she should be partying with her friends and having a good time.

“Weston, please talk to her. Don’t make me put you down. You know if you lose control of your wolf, I won’t have a choice in the matter. The town may know about our dual nature, and they tolerate it, but a loco wolf isn’t going to go over well.” Zach placed a hand on his shoulder. “She’s yours, and you know it. Go to her.”

“No.” Weston tore his gaze from his tempting mate and faced forward again. Keeping away from her was the hardest damn thing he’d ever done.

Release Blitz: Mr. Mysterious

Mr. Mysterious
J.A. Huss
(The Mister Series, #4)
Publication date: October 12th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance

Paxton Vance isn’t as cryptic as he thinks. That broody nature and tough-guy exterior aren’t fooling me one bit.

I know everything about him. I listen in on his most personal phone calls. I read his mail before he does. I even know what his mother got him for Christmas last year.

You’re the man of my dreams, Paxton Vance. You just don’t know it yet.

But don’t worry, I’ll remind you. I’m here to give you everything you need, before you know you need it.

So don’t get defensive because I take a challenge seriously. You have to open up to someone, and that someone is me.

Besides, you can’t stay Mr. Mysterious forever. Why play the game if you never want to win?

The Mister Series

Mr. Perfect

Mr. Romantic

Mr. Corporate

Mr. Mysterious

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“You want to go to bed?”

“With you?” I ask, a tingle running up my body at the thought. He’s so fucking handsome in this gray suit. His tie is loose around his neck, probably from the frustration of my drink demands, because it was tight before he left for the store. I bite my lip as he stares at me, that tingle turning into something more urgent as I stare back.

“Why not? We could make it fun. Turn this day around. End it on a high note.”

I have dreamed about sex with Mr. Mysterious for years. Since I was a kid, actually. And I know we’ve fucked three times already, but that was different. That was the other me. This is the real me. And now that my plans are all falling into place, it feels… fake. Like I forced this.

“I wouldn’t want to force you,” I say, that word stuck in my mind.

He laughs. Maybe a real one. “You’re the most striking girl I’ve ever dated. You’re not forcing me to do anything.”

He has no idea how well-planned this relationship was. “Are we dating?” I ask, suddenly sad.

I know he’s looking at me. And I know I’m being weird. I also know that I should make a decision right now and then never look back. Either stay here, sleep with him, and tell him the truth tomorrow—since we’ve decided not to talk about it tonight—or walk out and never look back.

I’m on the verge of option two when I feel his hand slip around my waist. “Whatever it is that’s bothering you, can it wait until tomorrow? Or is it urgent?”

I like the feel of his hand over the thin fabric of my dress. It’s large, and warm, and when he pulls me closer, I feel weak with want.

“That was a lot of information to take in. From your mother. Don’t you think?” I chance a look up at him and regret it immediately. He’s somber. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him somber.

“Are we talking about it?” he whispers. “I don’t mind talking about it. If that’s what you want.”

I lean up and kiss him. Softly. Right on the mouth. He doesn’t kiss me back and when I open my eyes, he’s looking at me. He takes the drink from my hand, sets both glasses down on a nearby table and then wraps his arms around me and holds me close. His lips are on my neck, and that urgent feeling I had turns into unquenchable desire.

He holds my face, turning me towards him, and then his lips find mine and we are kissing again, only this time it’s him leading the way. It starts slow, his hands dropping back to my waist. My hands reaching up for his shoulders. His kiss remains soft. Such a contradiction between the man on the outside I’ve come to know and the one I stalked all these years.

But I don’t know him, do I? Not one bit.

He frightens me a little. His perfectly planned childhood, his unplanned past, and his unorthodox present. Like he’s drifting through life, just waiting for something to happen as he takes bad opportunity after bad opportunity and tries to make something good out of them.

“Let’s go to bed,” Pax says again.

I don’t challenge him in any way this time. I don’t care what the meaning is behind his words.

He takes my hand, leading me back into the house and towards the stairs, taking those two at a time so my much shorter legs have to struggle to keep up. A shoe falls off my foot halfway up, the other follows a second later. The floor is cool and feels good as I follow him across a long catwalk that overlooks the living room and into a dark bedroom.

He doesn’t turn on the lights and he wastes no time touching me. His fingertips are lifting up my dress, feather-light touches across the bare skin of my outer thigh. Kissing me, fisting my hair, finding the wetness between my legs as the tingle becomes urge, becomes starvation and hunger for more.

“Take off my clothes,” he says. “Start with the tie.”





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JA Huss is the USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.

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Release Blitz: Bad for You

Bad For You
Candy J. Starr
(Fallen Star Series, #4)
Publication date: October 3rd 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

I’d loved Devon forever, from the front row of his concerts. So, when fate gives me the chance to be his fake girlfriend for three months, I know I can make that relationship real. As I get to know Devon though, I realise how big the gap is between his image and reality. I loved Devon the rock star but could I love Devon the man?

I was in love with a ghost, the memory of a lost love. Julie. When she died, my heart had been buried with her. I had sex with a lot of woman but they were gone before the condom came off my cock. Then my dirt bag manager had the stupidest idea ever: a fake girlfriend to save my reputation. I played along to keep my fans happy but this fake girlfriend is unlike any woman I’ve met before.

If you like fake girlfriend romances, dirty rockers and stories of redemption, you’ll love Bad for You.

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“You’re drooling,” he said. He pursed his lips as he looked at me but his eyes sparkled. He was amused.

“Am not.”

“Oh, you totally are. And I find it offensive when a woman drools over something that’s not me.”

I laughed. I’d drool over him plenty. Now we would have dinner together and everything would be perfect. My skin prickled with his closeness and my body was on hyper alert. Having his gaze locked on me was a fantasy come true. I wanted to freeze his moment, maybe put it in one of those snow globes. Just Devon and I, so close that our bodies almost touched in his now-clean kitchen. I wondered if he’d kiss me.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he said, his words a challenge and the look in his eyes enough to make me break out into a cold sweat.

“Um… ah… no!”

“You lie.”

Of course I was lying but I couldn’t blatantly say to him that I wanted nothing more for him to throw me on my back and rip my panties off me. That would be the best possible outcome right now because my panties were getting wetter every minute. Was he thinking about fucking me? Was that why he asked? I should say yes. Embrace this opportunity, and Devon, with both hands. My whole body burnt. I couldn’t breathe.

“Good,” he said, before I could answer him. “Because this arrangement is just business.”



Author Bio:

Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the band she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity – totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.

Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.

But, of course, everything she writes is fiction.

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