#NewRelease – Tannin’s Thunderbolt @RavennaTate @evernightpub #MCromance #EroticRomance

TANNIN’S THUNDERBOLT
Demons On Wheels MC 1
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When Raiyana Parente learns a Mob boss wants her dead for refusing to become his business partner, she runs. No clear plan in sight, she ends up in the parking lot of Scotty’s Place, a posh strip club in Creek Ridge, Ohio, believing the tall, muscled biker in jeans and dirty boots is the man sent to kill her. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Sterling Tanner, known to his Demons on Wheels MC Brothers as Tannin, is hit by the thunderbolt the moment he looks into Rai’s dark eyes. But the trouble she brings with her isn’t something the MC needs. Still, what’s a man to do when the woman he has to have, no matter what, shows up?

As their rough and dirty sexual relationship burns up the sheets, Tannin must find a way to keep Rai safe. But can he win her heart as well?

ADULT EXCERPT (18+)

“Oh fuck me sideways. I love big tits.”

A loud of cry pleasure accompanied him fastening his mouth first on one nipple, then the other. He squeezed them together and tortured her with his teeth and tongue, passing both across her nipples. “You taste so fucking good.”

No one had ever played with her breasts this way, so rough yet tender at the same time. He squeezed the mounds in strong hands, and each time he licked or gently bit her nipples, her clit throbbed. Rai grasped his hair, pushing his face closer to them.

“I want to fuck these. I want to come on them.”

“Yes. Yes, fuck my tits.” Fuck all of me!

He pushed her backward until her knees touched the edge of the bed. With a wicked grin that sent more shivers down her spine, Tannin shoved her once more and she fell onto the bed. No one had ever done that, either, and it was more arousing than she’d have believed possible.

“Stay like that with your feet on the floor.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, revealing a thick, red cock that forced a loud moan from her. Her pussy was soaked now.

Tannin tore off his boots and socks, and in an effort to get his jeans off, he nearly fell over. Rai couldn’t stop staring at his legs. Dusted with dark hair, they featured an impressive array of tats and muscles that held her spellbound. She’d never seen such a gorgeous man.

“Lady, you are fucking delicious. I love your curvy body. I’m going to fuck your tits. I’m going to fuck your mouth. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Yes! She wanted that. All of it. “Yes, Tannin. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me everywhere.”

He straddled her, shoving his cock between her breasts. “Push your titties together.”

This was a first. She squeezed them against his cock as hard as she could. He grunted a few times as he thrust, before moving off her. “Spread your legs.” Rai did as he commanded, mesmerized by this rough, powerful man. He dropped to his knees and grasped her breasts again, licking the nipples, the sides, and underneath until his saliva had coated them.

When he’d settled his dick between them a second time, and after she’d once more pushed them together, this time when he thrust, his cock slid easily against her naked flesh.

“Oh, yes. That’s it. Oh fuck, that feels so damn good.”

Rai was mesmerized by the sight of his big dick thrusting between her breasts. Each pass brought the tip closer to her chin. Veins stood out on his neck. When his thrusts grew quick and jerky, she tensed, unsure what to expect. This was so arousing. Quirky, but very sexy.

Seconds after he cried out, hot cum splashed her chin and neck. She lifted her head higher and caught some on her lips. When she licked them, enjoying the salty taste, he moaned loudly and began to thrust again.

“God! You are so fucking sexy. Open your mouth.”

As soon as she did, Tannin lifted up, pulling his swollen cock from between her breasts to hold it, poised right at her lips. He milked the shaft with one hand, groaning loudly, while more tasty cum squirted into her mouth. With his other hand, he grasped her hair and forced her head closer to him.

The gesture was so dominant that Rai’s pussy fluttered in tiny contractions, especially once he shoved his dick into her mouth and finished coming inside it. She swallowed his cum, moaning softly as goosebumps broke out over her entire body. She’d never been taken like this, and never would have imagined how much she’d love it. But she wanted more. So much more.

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Against the Wall (Adult Excerpt 18+)

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Madelyn curled against me, with her head on my chest and her leg thrown across my thigh. I tucked the blanket around her again so she wouldn’t catch a chill, and I closed my eyes. Sleeping was impossible with such a delectable woman tucked against me. She made the cutest sounds in her sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I fell asleep holding a woman, couldn’t remember having more than a one-night stand in my entire life.

My cock was so damn hard I worried it would break through my boxer briefs. It had been a few weeks since I’d been with a woman, and Madelyn was just too damn tempting. After what she’d been through, the last thing she needed was me lusting after her like some teen who couldn’t control himself.

Her soft hand drifted down my abdomen to the waistband of my briefs. My cock jerked in response. Her breath ghosted across my skin as she sighed. Madelyn shifted again, and her knee rose, sliding up my leg to rest just under my balls. If she was intent on killing me, she was doing a damn good job of it.

“I need a shower,” she mumbled against me.

The thought of her soaking wet with soap sliding down her long legs didn’t help my situation any. I shifted in an effort to get her a little further away from the danger zone. All she did was snuggle closer.

“I’ll keep watch out here if you want to get cleaned up,” I offered.

Her hand slid a little further down until her palm slid across my very erect cock. “Or you could join me.”

My brain short-circuited. That was the only explanation. Surely, she hadn’t just suggested that we shower together?

She looked up at me. “I’d feel so much safer with you in there with me.”

The mischievous look in her eyes told me that it had nothing to do with safety. Maybe the princess wanted me as much as I wanted her, but I still wondered if it wasn’t in response to what had happened to her. There wasn’t a textbook way to react to being attacked. Maybe she needed to feel closer to someone?

She tried to shove me off the bed and I stood up, not wanting her to hurt herself. Madelyn slid off the bed and grasped my hand, leading me into the bathroom. The room was about as big as my bedroom at home, with a shower that was definitely big enough for two. She started the water and turned to face me as she shimmied out of her shorts and tossed her tee on the floor. Her swimsuit was just as appealing as it had been out by the pool. When she reached for the strings holding it in place around her neck, my heart gave a kick.

“Are you sure about this, Madelyn?” I asked. “Maybe you should call one of your friends if you need to feel close to someone.”

She stopped and stared. “Is that what you think? That I want you to shower with me just because I need to feel close to someone?”

I shrugged.

“Grady, I want you to shower with me because you’re hot as fuck and all I’ve thought about since I opened my door to you that first day was getting into your pants. I want you, Grady. I need you. But it has nothing to do with what happened today.”

My gaze traced the curves of her body. “In that case, princess, strip.”

She gave me a saucy smile as she pulled the strings on her top until it fell to the floor at her feet. She shimmied out of the bottoms, and my mouth went dry at the absolute perfection of her. Madelyn came a little closer, reaching for me. Her fingers skimmed along my abdomen and my muscles tensed under her light touch.

I arched a brow as I stared down at her. “Well, what are you waiting for, princess? You going to unwrap that monster cock, or have you changed your mind?”

She peeled my boxer briefs down my legs, and I kicked them away, my cock springing free. I didn’t brag — often — but I had been more than a little blessed in that department. A good ten inches and too big around for her to hold me with one hand. Her eyes widened. “You want it?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“How much do you want it? You want it bad enough to wrap those pretty lips around it?”

Madelyn whimpered a little as she fell to her knees.

I touched her cheek. “If it’s too much at any time, stop. I only want this if it’s good for both of us.”

“I’ll make it so good for you, Grady.”

I had no doubt that she would. I bet my little angel could take me straight to heaven. Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock before she fitted those luscious lips around it. Her mouth was hot, wet, and so fucking good I never wanted to leave. She sucked and licked my dick like a damn pro. When she pulled back, her tongue flicked the underside of my cock before she swallowed me down again.

“Baby, I’m gonna blow. If you can’t take it, pull away now and wrap those dainty little hands around me.”

She sucked harder, and my balls drew up. There was a tingling at the base of my spine, and then I was coming. I watched her through heavy lidded eyes as she swallowed every drop. It seemed my angel was as talented as a porn star, and I couldn’t wait to find out what else she could do.

Madelyn climbed to her feet and gave me a hesitant look. “Was that okay?”

“Okay? You blew my mind, princess. What do you say we take that shower before the water gets cold?”

She stepped under the spray, and I followed her, then shut the glass door. The water soaked her honey gold hair and droplets fell from her hard nipples. I reached for her shower gel and lathered my hands before reaching for her. I pulled her out from under the water and massaged the soap into her skin, starting at her throat and working my way down to her cute little toes. Her bare pussy beckoned to me, and I wanted a taste more than anything, but I wasn’t going to rush. Who knew when I’d get my hands on a woman like Madelyn ever again?

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#CoverReveal – Against the Wall by Harley Wylde #Romance #NewAdult

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Release Date: July 7th 2017
Publisher: Changeling press
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult Romance, Suspense

Grady:

Handyman and heartbreaker. I’m damn good at my job. While my hands have been occupied building a deck for the delectable Madlyn Sparks, what I’ve really wanted to do was trace every one of her curves with my tongue. I bet with just one touch she’d go up in flames. My dick’s been harder than a damn post since I took this job, but I learned the hard way not to fuck myself out of a paycheck. But once this job is done, all bets are off.

Madelyn:

Grady has done a fantastic job on the deck, but I didn’t really hire him for his carpentry skills. The man is fine as hell and I’ve wanted to take him for a ride ever since I saw him on my doorstep. Never in my wildest dreams did I think getting attacked would bring us closer together. He went from hunky handyman to overprotective bodyguard in an instant, and now that we’re living under the same roof, I just can’t keep my hands off him. Just one problem… now that I’ve had him, I never want to let him go.

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SPOTLIGHT: Cardboard Hero

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Title: Cardboard Hero
Author: Shelby Morgen
BIN: 08069-02605
Word Count: 36101K
Page Count: 116
Price: $4.99
Release Date: 06/03/2017
Editor: Martha Punches
Copy Edit: Pat Sager
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genre(s): Action Adventure & Suspense, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), New Releases, Romance
Theme(s): 2nd Chance Romance

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Victoria Townsen’s falling in love with her hero. She’s just not sure which one.

Ewan MacKenzie is a dangerous man. He’s in control of almost every situation — except the woman who haunts his fantasies. He’s perfect. The embodiment of every fantasy Tory’s ever written. There’s only one slight problem. Tory’s always written sweet romances. Her publisher wants something spicier. Tory’s just discovered her perfect lover’s not anatomically correct! That’s a problem she should be able to solve. With a little help.

Then there’s Evan. Her modern day hero. Her protector. How can Tory possibly expect him to understand she’s already in love — with the hero on the cover art he posed for more than a decade ago?

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EXCERPT:

“Victoria Rose Townsend! Open this door!”
The noise was enough to wake the dead. “Use your key, goddamn it. That’s why I gave you the fucking thing.”
“Tory? Tory?” The door rattled open. Slightly less alarmed, the voice lost its screech. “Are you all right, Tory? I’ve been trying to reach you all morning!”
Tory fought her way to consciousness, trying to remember where she was and how she’d gotten there. Bed. She was in bed. And she wasn’t alone. She forced her eyes open. At least she hadn’t been alone. She brushed her hand over the satin sheets next to her. Warm. They still held the warmth of his body heat.
She smiled to herself. He’d been here. He’d really been here. She wasn’t imagining the heat. Not this time. He must have stayed with her for hours while she slept. And she had slept. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, she felt rested.
“You’re in bed?” The screech was back, angry this time instead of concerned. “At one o’clock in the afternoon you’re still in bed? Victoria, are you ill? You better be ill because if you’re not, I’m going to kill you!”
Tory couldn’t think of any safe way to answer that one. She felt wonderful, not ill. Unless you counted mental illness. Some people might think spending the night with her fictional hero was a little less than sane. “I was up late.”
“I’ve been trying to call you since nine. Nine! Four hours! I suppose you’ve turned off all the ringers. The kitchen stinks to high heaven. You burnt the coffee again.”
An angry denial formed on Tory’s lips, but she choked back her defense. Maybe she shouldn’t let Elaine know she wasn’t the one who’d turned off the phones. That would inevitably lead to the question of just who had turned them off.
“You found me, Elaine. I’m alive. What do you want?” Good. That came out with just the right amount of angst to sound like her normal morning self. Tory found herself beginning to get into the spirit of the role.
“Want? What do I want? Do you know what day it is? Do you have any clue what’s happening in the rest of the world today?”
Tory blinked slowly, trying to sort out the pieces as Elaine began wrenching open the drapes. When had he turned off the ringers on the phones? And closed all the drapes? How could a fantasy man do that, anyway? She could barely manage the damn sticking traverse rods herself and she was flesh and blood.
“Victoria, are you even listening to me?”
Tory turned her attention back to Elaine, who was now standing beside the bed, having tied the bed curtains open. “No. I’m sleeping. I was sleeping. Until you decided to dictate my schedule to me. Now I gotta pee.”
Elaine sighed dramatically. “Victoria Townsend, today is February 14th. Valentine’s Day. You have a book signing in exactly one hour and forty-five minutes. You have known about this book signing for months. You promised me you wouldn’t forget about this book signing. There will be thirteen other authors there. There are supposed to be a total of fourteen. Valentine’s Day. Fourteen authors on February 14th. I am the only one of fourteen agents who had to come find her author to get her out of bed for this book signing. I am probably the only agent in the world who has to come haul her author out of bed to remember a goddamned romance book signing on Valentine’s Day! Your hair isn’t done. Your nails look like you’ve been chewing on them again. And I’m willing to bet you have nothing ready to wear. I’m going to kill you. I’m going to fire myself. I’m going to…”
Tory realized immediately what had stopped Elaine’s tirade. She’d rolled out from under the covers, intent on hitting the shower, without realizing that somehow she’d ended up in bed quite naked. She felt the blush start up her cheeks. “Sorry. I’ll get myself together as fast as I can.”
“You’ve lost weight, Tory. A lot of weight.”
Tory paused in front of the hall-tree mirror. She took a moment to inspect herself, surprised and pleased with what she saw. “I have, haven’t I? I look pretty good for an old broad.”
“You look pretty good for a woman of any age. I just wish I thought it was from dieting and exercising. You’re just not eating, are you?”
“I eat!” she insisted as she took refuge in the bathroom.
“You’re living on coffee again.”
“What? Can’t hear you. Water running.”

#CoverReveal – Rising from the Ashes by @Writer_Charity

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Genre(s): Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, New Adult
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella

Kaycee Witherspoon barely escaped her last relationship with her life. Now that she has a fresh start in a new town, she feels like she can finally breathe. But is she relaxing her guard too soon? When she finds her tires slashed and her apartment broken into, she has to wonder if her past isn’t quite so far behind her.

Zarek O’Donnell doesn’t know much about the new assistant at his fire station except that her mesmerizing curves and bewitching smile have him under her spell. Even though she laughs easily and seems to light up around him, he can tell that there’s something darker haunting her. His protective side rises to the surface whenever she’s near, and he knows he’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe.

When the lines of past and present begin to blur, there’s only one thing Kaycee knows. This time she might not escape. If she wants the new life she’s forged for herself, she’ll have to fight to keep it.

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SPOTLIGHT: Men of Honor: Jake (18+)

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Men of Honor: Jake (Louisville Heroes Book 1)
***NOTE*** This is a NEW spin off from the popular Carver Brothers series. Come see what their Louisville cousins are up to!

In the dangerous world of drugs, things can turn deadly in an instant…

Amanda Livingston is stuck in a rut with her, boyfriend, Scott Dosser. Knowing only that she’ll never be the one to satisfy him, she doesn’t suspect the true evil lurking behind his sexy smile…until it’s too late.

A battle with drug lords into human trafficking…

Former Navy Sea, Rafe Carver, was trained to not miss details and something about this couple seems…off. Instincts on high alert, Rafe digs to find the truth. Which turns out to be more than even he bargained for. Rafe will stop at nothing to keep naive Amanda alive preferably tucked safely between the sheets of his bed.

Two strong wills collide…

Rafe thought the biggest danger was the cartel, little did he envision the sultry Amanda, was as hard-headed and feisty as she was sexy. Convincing her of the dangers surrounding proves most challenging of all and there isn’t time for error or argument. Surviving each may be even more tricky than outmaneuvering the men after her.

EXCERPT!

“Too fast,” she managed to whimper. “Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”

There had never been this kind of need inside her. Amanda thought she die if she didn’t get him naked so she could explore to her heart’s content. She had fought her nature since being with Scott. They’d fooled around, but never to the point of losing control. With this man, with Rafe, Amanda lost control the second he touched her. There was no hope of getting her sanity back now. Not until he’d eased this fire inside her.

“Same thing you’re doing to me,” he growled. “Don’t fight me.”

“Does it look like I’m fighting?” Amanda clawed at his shirt, needing to get to skin, needing to touch him. To explore. To tempt. Whether she wanted to tempt him or herself, she had no idea. But she knew this was happening. She was going to take what Rafe offered and enjoy the day in his arms.

“I need your shirt off,” he gasped. “Now. Or I’m ripping it off.”

With a little squeak of frustration, Amanda managed to get the scoop neck unbuttoned and the shirt over her head without sending buttons flying. While she did so Rafe whipped his shirt over his head revealing the most exquisite chest she’d ever seen. Glorious pecs above a hefty six pack tapered to narrow hips where his jeans were low slung, revealing part of that Adonis belt she wanted to follow with her mouth. To Amanda, it felt like years of pent up lust was suddenly released like a geyser. Once released, there was no putting it back.

She unwound her legs from Rafe’s hips. Unsteady fingers went to the waist of his pants, fumbling for the button. What her fingers were too shaky to unfasten, her adrenaline fueled strength ripped off. The button went flying but Amanda was able to push the material down his hips along with his underwear. Rafe gave a hoarse yell as his erection sprang free, pointing straight at Amanda.

Eagerly, she sank to her knees, sinking her mouth around his length without hesitation. He was big. Thick. She could barely take half of him, but what she lacked in ability, she made up for with enthusiasm.

“Holy fuck!” Rafe swore viciously. “Holy fuck!”

“Mmmm,” she responded. If she could have grinned around him, she would have. Looking up at him, she gripped his hips and urged him to move as he needed to.

Rafe gasped before gripping her hair in both fists. Amanda thought he intended to push her away, but with a violent shudder, his eyes closing tightly for a few seconds, he held her to him instead. When he didn’t move, Amanda tried to take more of him into her mouth.

“Christ, Amanda! Don’t fucking move!” He sounded in pain. “I’m about to fucking come.”

That made her whimper and her sex clench. She wanted to make him come. Needed it. She had needs too, but this was almost a compulsion. It was as if her entire being was focused on this on act. Rafe’s pleasure. Nothing would stop her from this.

With a brutal yell, Rafe pulled her back, the pain in her scalp only fueling her lust. “No!” He pulled her to her feet, yanked her jeans down her thighs with her lacy panties. Amanda quickly stepped out of both her pants and flat pumps so that she was as naked as he was.

Before she could fully appreciate the situation, Rafe had wedged his shoulders between her thighs and buried his face in her sex.

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Cover Reveal: Up In Smoke



Up in Smoke
Natalie E. Wrye
(Kisses and Crimes, #2)
Publication date: February 27th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Rules were made to be broken. Until I broke the wrong ones…

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Jackson Reed knew the only thing harder than his head was the insatiable one between his legs.

Sandwiched somewhere between following the law and his own instincts, he made up his own rules in the game of “private investigations”: his sacred version of the Holy Trinity.

Sex.

Career.

And more sex.

He towed the delicate line between the “three” until Penelope Castalano—a former flame he equated to the plague—re-enters his life…and obliterates it.

Fresh from Paris, his best friend’s attorney breaks the only deal they’ve ever made, sauntering back onto the Manhattan scene at a costume party with more to hide than just her face.

And now one fugitive best friend and two broken promises will ignite a new Holy Trinity in Jackson’s hazardous life.

Caught in the midst of a government coverup that compromises everything he’s ever cared for, Jackson will discover that certain scandals never die.

Only their victims do.

And he’d better make damn sure that he and Penelope aren’t next…

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EXCERPT:

I couldn’t breathe.

And it wasn’t from nervousness. Not from fear or anxiety or even the all-consuming dread that I felt the minute I heard sounds around me.

I couldn’t breathe because someone was quietly crushing my windpipe.

I thought the coast was clear. I walked back into the center of the room and into a pair of hands that were as strong as the Jaws of Life. A voice, barely more audible than a breeze, washed in heavy breaths across my frightened face.

The breaths were cool, disturbingly even, and had a sweet smell tinged with the scent of whiskey. Surprisingly pleasant, it was the only thing my terrified mind could process.

Maybe because I knew that it would be the last thing my brain would ever remember…

I tried to speak, but the sound of my voice died in my throat.

The man let go of my neck, and embarrassingly I sputtered. It was actually easier to catch my breath than I expected, like a faucet of air had been turned on within my lungs.

I breathed deeply as I tried to take a step backwards, and I wondered just who the hell this man was to have done what he had done. And though I couldn’t see his eyes… I knew he was silently daring me to even think about walking away from him.

And was that… was that a Bat suit that he was wearing…?

 

Author Bio:

Natalie Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones addict and author best known for writing page-turning romantic mysteries and thrillers. A fan of the beautifully polarizing anti-hero, she crafts sexy stories about hard-bodied, complex men and the strong-willed women who crave them.

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