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New Dark Romance ~ 3 Stars for Crowned by Hate by Amo Jones

 

 

Title: Crowned by Hate
Series: Crowned Trilogy #1
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: Dark Romance/Thriller
Release Date: November 14, 2017

 

Blurb
Some would say I have a privileged life. Daughter of the current President of the United States, wealthy, famous, and all things that some girls wish they had. 
 
Only I’d dream of having a simple life. A life where I wasn’t marrying the scariest man I have ever met. Well, I thought I had just met him, but it turns out, there’s so much I don’t know about myself. That’s all thanks to a past so twisted, so warped, that no amount of money, or presidential status could wipe it clean. 
 
I’m the rebel child. Or as some may see it, the disappointment. I’ve never cared about expensive wedding gowns, or how much someone paid for a tailored suit. I don’t care if your wedding dress is from Walmart, or if it’s from some fancy, upscale designer line. 
 
So why am I marrying the devil dressed in a thousand-dollar 
suit? 
 
I’m about to find out how I got here. To marrying one of the most powerful men in the country. The road to finding out, though, is paved with darkness, painted with the blood of innocents, and it leads my ass straight to hell. Only this hell is a multi-million-dollar penthouse suite in New York City where Bryant Saint Royal, sits on his throne. 

My Review

3 Stars!

Amo Jones brings back her dark, twisted story-telling with this dark, twisted first book in her new Crowned trilogy.

I have read all of Amo Jones’s books to date and have enjoyed them. She has a real knack for dark and twisted story-telling, but this one was just too much for me. I finished the book with a giangantic WTF hangover. Seriously. I have no idea what I just read. No worrying about spoilers, because I’m not sure what is a spoiler and what isn’t. Despite that, the tale is dark and twisted and I finished the book. I felt like I had to, because I was sucked in. As I’m sure you can figure out (since this is a trilogy), the book ends on a clusterF of a cliff-hanger. I gave the book 3 stars because it is Amo Jones and I know she will reveal all in time and because who else can write this kind of stuff and still be entertaining!

If you’re looking for dark, twisted and slightly insane, then this will be the book for you.

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Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar. She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a wine glass in one hand and her morals-or lack thereof- in the other.


Those are not my monkeys, I swear….
Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.
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When Ellis Earnshaw and Heathan James met as children, they couldn’t have been more different. Ellis was loud and beautiful – all blond hair, bright laughs and smiles. Heathan was dark and brooding, and obsessed with watching things die.
The pair forged an unlikely friendship, unique and strange. Until they were ripped apart by the sick cruelty of others, separated for years, both locked in a perpetual hell.
Eleven years later, Heathan is back for his girl. Back from a place from which he thought there was no return. Back to seek revenge on those who wronged them.
Time has made Heathan’s soul darker, polluted with hatred and the thirst for blood.
Time has made Ellis a shell of her former self, a little girl lost in the vastness of her pain.
As Heathan pulls Ellis out of her mental prison, reviving the essence of who she once was, down the rabbit hole they will go.
With malice in their hearts and vengeance in their veins, they will seek out the ones who hurt and destroyed them.
One at a time.
Each one more deadly than the last.
Tick Tock.

Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, disturbingly sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and very mature topics. Recommended for ages 18 and over.

 

Rabbit turned off the country road we were on and pulled onto a dirt path. Bushy tree branches curled above us to create a tunnel. I leaned my head back and caught the last rays of sun slicing through the leaves. When I lifted my head I saw a building up ahead. A house made from wood stood before us.
Rabbit pulled the car to a halt. There were no sounds coming from this house. No screams or crying. Everything was just . . . silent.
Rabbit’s hands slid from the wheel, and without looking at me, he said, “This is where we’ll be staying for the next several days.”
I leaned forward and looked out of the window. “Your home?”
He shook his head. “The first stop on our adventure.” I looked at him and found his silver eyes were already on me. “We have many stops to go.”
My heart fluttered in nervous excitement. “And this is number one . . .” I whispered, more to myself than Rabbit.
Rabbit opened his door. I was still staring at the woods surrounding this place when my car door opened too. Rabbit stood, rabbit-headed cane in hand, waiting for me to leave the car. I swallowed back the nerves that were creeping up my throat and stepped out. The ground crunched beneath my shoes.
“This way.” Rabbit held his arm out toward the house. I fell into step beside him. I glanced all around us, searching for any sign of people. As if reading my mind, Rabbit said, “There is just you and I here for now. We will meet more people when our journey truly begins.”
“It has not begun?”
Rabbit led us to a wooden door and paused. Gripping the head of his cane tighter, he faced me and said, “Soon, darlin’. Before we go, we must prepare.” He opened the door. “But first . . . tea.”
My breath caught in my throat. Beyond the threshold lay the most perfect tea-party spread one ever did see. “Rabbit!” I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth. I took a step forward into the house and onward into the magical room just beyond. As I passed Rabbit I looked up to see him watching me. I moved swiftly to the long table in the center of the wooden-paneled room, and my eyes widened as I beheld the spread. A white tablecloth lay over the table. Tall seats were positioned around it—eight to be exact—and at each seat was set a plate, a teacup and a saucer. I ran my hand over the cloth and smiled at the silver-domed dishes in the center of the table. I looked behind me to find Rabbit, but he was nowhere in sight. Turning back to the table, I lifted the first silver dome to peek at what was underneath. My mouth watered when I saw strawberry tarts. Smiling in excitement, I skipped to the next. Victoria sponge. Desperate to see them all, I removed each cover—cucumber sandwiches, Bakewell tarts, Battenberg cake, carrot cake . . . so much cake! All of England’s finest delicacies.
My favorites.
A floorboard creaked behind me, and I turned to see Rabbit walking back into the room. I opened my mouth to ask him where everything came from, but then I spotted what he held in his hands.
“Tea?” I asked as Rabbit placed the silver tray, which held a teapot, a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar, on the table. I walked closer and closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply. “Earl Grey,” I whispered, smelling my absolute favorite tea in the entire world.
“Only ever Earl Grey for my little Dolly,” Rabbit confirmed and pulled out a chair for me. I sat down, and Rabbit tucked me in. He took the seat a few places down and gestured to the food. “Help yourself. After all, this tea party is in your honor.”
A giddy laugh escaped my throat as I reached forward and carefully selected a variety of cakes and sandwiches. When I had filled my plate, I took the teapot and poured myself a cup. Rabbit watched me with a peculiar look on his face. His lip was hooked at the corner, and his eyes were . . . soft. His eyes were never soft, always hard and focused, but as he looked at me now, they were almost gentle.
I swallowed, unsure what this strange feeling in my stomach was. I pressed my free hand to my stomach as a comfort against the strange tingling sensations inside. “Tea?” I offered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rabbit nodded; not a word escaped his mouth. His gaze became more intense as I moved beside him and poured the steaming liquid into his cup. As my arm neared him, I felt him stiffen in his seat. Only a sliver of air prevented our limbs touching. His breathing grew labored as he watched me pour.
But we didn’t touch.
Clearing my throat, I placed the teapot back on the tray and moved to take my seat once again. Just as I took a step, an image floated into my head. Of me and Rabbit. Lips touching. My entire body tensed.
I heard Rabbit’s ragged breathing behind me. Goosebumps broke out along my body, chasing one another up my arms and up to the back of my neck. Shaking my head clear of the image, I sat back down.
I raised my eyes and found Rabbit watching me intensely. I lifted my teacup toward my lips. Rabbit did the same, but just as the lip of the teacup almost reached his mouth, I shouted, “Rabbit!” He froze. “Your little finger!” I scolded. I lowered my cup and shook my head. “You cannot drink tea without raising your little finger, silly!”
Rabbit exhaled, then bowed his head. “You’re right, darlin’. How could I forget?”

 

 

Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.
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Blog Tour: 4 Stars for Beauty: A Hate Story, The End by Mary Catherine Gebhard!

 

 

 

 

 

Catch up on Beast ( Book 1- The Beginning) 

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Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.

My prince was a Beast with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. My family offered to save me. The only price: leaving the tattered pieces of my heart behind.

Our love was irrational. Cruel. Unforgiving. Nothing like the storybooks said it should be—but it was perfect.

The longer we were apart, the more I lost myself. He was vicious and domineering, but I craved the submission. Together we were destructive, but I was addicted to the devastation. Still, I thought titles mattered. To my family I was princess, and to the Beast I was slave. I was too naïve to understand that even though he’d been my captor, he’d broken the shackles on my soul.

Once upon a time, I thought love meant happily ever after.

Now I know better.

My Review:

4 Stars!

Anteros and Frankie’s story continues in Beauty: Hate Story, The End.

***You must read book #1, Beauty, first***

The story picks up with Frankie free of Anteros and yet lost without him. Anteros wants Frankie, but also wants to bring her family down. The same dark, at times disturbing, nature of their relationship carries through to this second book. I desperately wanted them to have their HEA and honestly, I loved how this turned out. What I loved more? The dark, twisted, secret-filled road it took them to get where they were going.

Family, betrayal, secrets and a very twisted romance make this a fantastic read!

 


Are you going to punish me?” I whispered.

A smirk came to his lips. “I think you’ve been punished enough for today.”

Disappointment hit my stomach in an odd ache. I was fucked up. I actually wanted to be punished. His gaze slimmed as if he could read my mind, and then his fingers darted back between my lower lips, spreading them.

“Unless you want to be punished.” His thumb worked a taunting rhythm beside my clit, not ever touching it, just enough to drive me mad. I clawed his neck, head falling with a sigh into the soft fur rug. “Do you want to be punished?” I nodded frantically and he said, “Say it.”

“Please punish me.” There was no hesitation. The words fell from my lips the minute he demanded it.

He laughed, rumbling and low. “Too fucking bad, little slave. You’re mine. I’ll use you however the fuck I want.” I groaned then caught the glint in his eye. This was his punishment: making me admit my need, making me beg, then having him deny it.

His grin widened. Before I could protest his punishment, he plunged his fingers inside me.

 

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New Dark Romance ~ Caged by Clarissa Wild

Title: Caged
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2017
Blurb
They call me
savage. An untamed beast.
I was born in the
cage. Born to fight. Born to carry its name.
Locked away, I’ve
spent years waiting for my mate.
I’m pent up with
need. Brimming with desire.
All I want is
her… That beautiful girl from the picture on my prison wall.
Now she’s finally
here, sharing a cell.
So close. So hard
to resist.
But one thing’s for
sure…
Even if she doesn’t
know it yet, she’s already mine.
WARNING:
Contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.

 

 

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Like a wolf
that’s sniffed its prey, my nostrils flare with excitement at the sight of the
open door. Finally, after all this time, she’s mine.
I rush to
the door like a rabid animal, wanting to claim her this very instant.
I can’t
wait any longer. I want her so badly; I feel like I’m about to explode with
need, so I storm through the door, ready to take her.
I kick the
door to my cage closed and march toward hers. I ignore everything else in the
room and focus solely on getting to her. I peer around the corner through the
opening. There she is.
My woman.
My Ella.
I rush to
her, not giving a shit that Syrena is yelling at me, asking what’s going on. I
want her. No, I need her.
I want to
bury myself deep inside her and hear her moans as I fill her with my seed. I
want to feel her skin on top of mine; I want to lick her crevice and taste her
sweetness on my tongue. I want it all.
But when I
approach her, she cowers in a corner, diving away when I get close.
Her eyes
are filled with fear as I stare at her for a moment, her body shivering.
But there’s
no need to be scared. I’ll take more than good care of her.
I’ll give
her every lick she’ll need, every kiss she asks for. I’ll protect her from
anything and anyone. Because she’s mine now …
My woman.
My Ella.
I reach for
her and grasp her arm. She resists, jerking free, so I take her other arm.
Again, she pulls back and gives me this look as if she doesn’t want me to touch
her. But that’s not true. I saw her looking. I saw those hungry eyes. I saw her
practically begging for my cock when she licked her lips at the sight of it.
Just as her
eyes slide down my body this very instant, taking in every inch of my length.
She gulps, visibly impressed. A smirk spreads on my lips.
I know she
likes what she sees.
She can’t
deny her own body’s desires.
So I put my
hands on her tiny waist, lift her up from the floor, and throw her over my
shoulder.
Then I turn
around and march right back into the room I came from, kicking the door to her
cage shut.
With her
fists, she pounds on my back.
Feisty. I
like that.
It makes it
much more interesting when she’s just as eager as I am. I’ll make sure she’s
opened up to me before our time is over.
I put her
down on the bed, and she immediately tries to crawl away. Towering over her, I
grasp her ankles and flip her over. That blue dress looks pretty on her … but
it’s in the way. So I lean over her and push it up with my hand until it’s
right above her waist. I can see she’s struggling, her fingers desperately
clinging to the fabric as if she’s afraid of what’s about to happen.
But the
look in her eyes … it’s different from anything I’ve ever seen before. Like she
doesn’t know what’s about to happen. Like it’s never happened to her before.
Could she
be …?
I smile at
the thought.
My seed
will be the first to lay claim to her womb.
As I hover
over her, she places her hands on my chest and face, pushing me away. I grasp
them and pin them above her head. My face is so close to hers now … I can smell
her delicious scent. With my eyes closed, I take a whiff, and they almost roll
to the back of my head. That’s how good it smells.
But when I
open my eyes again, hers are red, and water fills them again. With my thumb, I
brush away the single drop rolling down her cheek. Then I tuck her beautiful
white hair behind her ears, and I lean in to press a kiss to her lips.
It’s
agonizingly slow for me, but I know I need to be gentle with her.
For all
these years, her body went untouched, and it doesn’t know how to respond to a
man like me. Doesn’t know how to yield.
But I’ll
show her. With my body, I’ll teach her how to submit.
Author Bio

 

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels
include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology,
Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, the Indecent Games
Series, and FATHER. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot
men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning
about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of
movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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New Dark Romance ~ 4.5 Stars for Unhinged by Natasha Knight!

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Eve

Two years ago, I made a deal with the devil. That night, I lost everything. That night, I thought he died.

But he’s back. Risen, like Lazarus, from the dead. And he’s dark. Darker than he was before. Dangerous. Unhinged. A scarred, tattooed savage.

The way he looks at me should terrify me, but I’m drawn to him, to his intensity. Consumed by it. By him. Even though I know if I’m not careful, his obsession will destroy me.

Zach

I should have died that night two years ago. My mistake cost my men their lives. It should have cost me mine. But I survived. And the day I learned she did too, I made it my mission to find her.

I sought her out. Tracked her. Shadowed her every move. I’ve been inside her house. Eaten her food. Drank her liquor. I’ve stood beside her bed and watched her sleep.

She has so many secrets, and I know one of them. It’s the one where our pasts collided. The one that destroyed me.

And it’s the reason I’ve come for her.

I never intended to touch her, but I did. And now that I’ve had a taste, I want more. I want her. But that won’t change why I’m here. It won’t change why I came for her.

Author’s Note Unhinged is a standalone romantic suspense novel. No cliffhanger and no cheating.

My Review

4.5 stars!

Get ready for a suspenseful, dark story of betrayal and love!

***If you haven’t read the prequel, Betrayed, you don’t have to, but you should***

Zach was one of only two survivors of a betrayal that left several people dead, including six of his fellow soldiers. Now, Zach is out for revenge and he is after the one woman who he feels betrayed him and set in motion a series of tragic events.

Unhinged is dark. Zach is on a suicide mission and he doesn’t care that he will die. He is out of control and only cares about avenging the six dead soldiers whose deaths he feels responsible for. He knows Eve is the key to everything and he can’t control his attraction to her. Eve is all alone and when Zach shows up after she thought he was dead, she is unnerved, scared and not sue what he wants from her. I loved that despite everything, these two could not control their attraction to each other and even though they thought they were bad for each other, it was quite the opposite. The action was edge of your seat good and the story took a lot of twists and turns that kept me up late reading.

Get lost in this suspenseful story today!

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I didn’t think I had anything left to lose when I went to him. It was the only way to save what was left of my family. I knew I was taking a chance, knew there would be consequences, but I had no choice. Not if I wanted to save my brother.

He warned me to be careful. That my brother wasn’t who I thought he was. I didn’t believe him though. Not until it was too late.

And it cost us both everything.

Betrayed is the 7500 word prequel to the intensely emotional dark standalone romance, UNHINGED.

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About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Natasha Knight writes dark romance as well as spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, science-fiction and fantasy. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller in multiple categories forever searching in every story for that single most important element of love. All of her stories contain at least one kinky Alpha male, lots of dirty talk and a well deserved happily ever after.

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Check out the new covers for Gemma James Condemned Series!

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I was fifteen when I sent the love of my life to prison for a crime he didn’t commit.

Rafe Mason.

Rising MMA star.

My brother’s best friend.

The guy I destroyed with a single lie.

Now eight years have passed, and Rafe is free. And he only wants one thing.

Me, at his mercy.

And I am. I’m a prisoner on his island, held captive by his deviant desires, bound by his justified fury. Even worse, I’m a hostage of my own treacherous heart.

But Rafe is a man obsessed.

A man whose darkness is bigger than the both of us.

A man who will stop at nothing to get the answers he deserves.

Even if it means breaking me.

NOTE TO READERS: TORRENT is a dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part 1 of the Condemned series.

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Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

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New Dark Romance! 4 Stars for Beauty: A Hate Story, The End by Mary Catherine Gebhard!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once upon a time, I thought love was a fairytale.

My prince was a Beast with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. My family offered to save me. The only price: leaving the tattered pieces of my heart behind.

Our love was irrational. Cruel. Unforgiving. Nothing like the storybooks said it should be—but it was perfect.

The longer we were apart, the more I lost myself. He was vicious and domineering, but I craved the submission. Together we were destructive, but I was addicted to the devastation. Still, I thought titles mattered. To my family I was princess, and to the Beast I was slave. I was too naïve to understand that even though he’d been my captor, he’d broken the shackles on my soul.

Once upon a time, I thought love meant happily ever after.

Now I know better.

My Review:

4 Stars!

Anteros and Frankie’s story continues in Beauty: Hate Story, The End.

***You must read book #1, Beauty, first***

The story picks up with Frankie free of Anteros and yet lost without him. Anteros wants Frankie, but also wants to bring her family down. The same dark, at times disturbing, nature of their relationship carries through to this second book. I desperately wanted them to have their HEA and honestly, I loved how this turned out. What I loved more? The dark, twisted, secret-filled road it took them to get where they were going.

Family, betrayal, secrets and a very twisted romance make this a fantastic read!

 

I was going insane, absolutely aching, and it was just instinct to touch myself. He grabbed my hand, lifting it so my fingers were just below his chin.

“Greedy girl,” he said. “Don’t you know your orgasm is mine? I own this.” He sucked my fingers until they were clean and I moaned, rubbing my thighs together. I was so overstimulated, I was sure I was going to come just from the friction. I rubbed my thighs harder and he laughed darkly, pushing me off him. I fell to the ground.

Eyes still locked, Anteros reached behind and flipped over the coffee table. The glass crashed and shattered. Some shards hit my thigh, but I didn’t think about that or the mess or the possible danger because moments later Anteros was on the ground with me.

He crawled between my legs and spread them wide in the new space. I got to my elbows, watching him rapt.

“If you come without permission,” he said, licking a long, razor sharp trail from behind my knee to inside my thigh, “you will be punished.”
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New Dark Romance: Toxic by Nicole Blanchard

 

 

Title: Toxic
Author: Nicole Blanchard
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: August 21, 2017
Blurb
A new standalone
dark romance coming from New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author Nicole Blanchard.
“John Doe”
was just another patient. A criminal.
As a prison nurse, I
knew the rules: do my job, don’t get involved, and never let a prisoner get
under my skin.
I broke all three.
My passion, my
obsession, my addiction. I risked my entire life so we could be together.
I thought helping him
escape from prison would be the hard part.
It turns out when
you fall in love with a villain, you also turn into one.
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Excerpt
My hands
flex on his skin, but he’s so intent on my response he either doesn’t notice or
doesn’t care. Beneath my touch, he turns to granite and a part of me wants to
take back my question, but I can’t. 
“What’s
wrong?” I ask, and I hope it deflects from this line of conversation. “Did I
hurt you?”
He breaks
eye contact and looks down to where my hands are touching his skin. The moment
his eyes land on where our bodies connect, it makes me want to drop my hand.
How close he always manages to get to me whenever I let curiosity—or
stupidity—get the better of me is astounding. 
“Would
take more than that to hurt me, little mouse.”
I feel his
words like dark secrets. They unfurl inside me, a molten mixture of pleasure
and shame, a heady combination that invites me to ask for more. He’s a craving
I can’t quite shake. A disease slowly spreading through me. My head tells me I
should walk away, but my greedy heart begs for more of his illicit
attention. 
“Little
mouse?” I keep my focus on my fingers. Otherwise, they’ll betray my
nerves. I swipe antibacterial cream over his skin and realize resistance is
practically impossible. Not when I can feel his muscles flexing underneath my
hands, the heat coming off him in waves, and my body’s answering thrum. 
It has been
so long since I’ve felt anything other than violence and fear. The two have
become so tightly intertwined that I was certain until now I’d never feel this
again. Never feel warmth pooling low in my belly and radiating through my core
or the answering wetness slicking between my legs. 
Horror
accompanies the rush of pleasure, and I want to fling myself backward, but I
know I can’t let this dangerous man see my reaction. I can’t let him know the
effect he has on me. Can’t let him have that kind of power over me. 
“Yes,”
he finally says. “Because you always look like you want to scurry away into a
corner and hide.” 
His words
make me want to do exactly that. My eyes dance to the door and then back to my
hand as I swipe away another smear of blood from his skin. It would be so easy
to escape him and his all-too-knowing stare. The reaction I can’t deny. The
yearning. Ten steps would bring me right back to my dreary life where I can
drown in the day-to-day misery and the pain that blots out my unfortunate
reality. 
They are
ten steps I don’t take. I refuse to let King get the better of me again and
return to doctoring his wounds, trading the wipes for clean, white bandages.
Unlike Vic, when this man pressures me, tests my boundaries, I find myself
wanting to fight back, wanting to go at him with teeth bared and fists balled. 
He lays a
big, scratched-up hand over mine, pinning it to the heated flesh of his
well-muscled chest. I peer up through my lashes and find the corner of his
mouth tipped up in a half smile that would look pleasant on any other
man. 
On King,
it’s a warning. 
Or a
threat. 
My heart
thumps in my chest, a rabbit trying to escape the pursuit of a predator. I take
deep breaths to try to calm its frenetic pace, but it’s futile while in his
presence. I finish the bandage on his chest without taking the bait. Despite
how alive he makes me feel, or maybe because of it, I won’t encourage him. I
won’t go down that road. I did it once before, and it cost me everything. 
I’m waiting
for him to throw out another challenge as I finish with his chest and arms,
dump the trash into a bag, and set it by the door. 
“Can
you stand for me?” I gesture with a roll of gauze I grabbed from my bag of
supplies. “I need to wrap your ribs until they can get you in for an
X-ray.”
He obliges,
reminding me of a half-tame animal submitting to human attention only to turn
around and rip the person’s throat out seconds later. His abdomen ripples, and
the low hum of desire that I’ve steadily been trying to ignore roars back to
life made sharper by the edge of danger. 
Like
fucking in public. 
It’s wrong
and dirty and you sort of hate yourself for enjoying it so much, but you come
harder than you ever have in your life. It makes my breathing grow ragged, and
I’m afraid he can hear me but can’t find the willpower to back away. 
I have to
lean close to wrap the bandage around his chest, which doesn’t help. His scent
fills my nose like a drug. My fingers brush against his stomach, and I’d give
anything for five minutes to explore the line of muscles that disappears into
his waistband. 
The fact
that I manage to finish binding his ribs is a small miracle. He doesn’t make a
move to touch me the entire time, even though I spend it wishing he would. When
I’m done, I can feel his eyes on me, patient and predatory as I pack up the
rest of my supplies. 
“Stop
doing that!” I bite out, revealing just how badly he has my nerves
frayed. 
He gives me
that half-grin again. “Doing what?”
“Staring
at me like that. Are you trying to piss me off? Do you want me to have you
reassigned?”
As though
daring me, he takes a step forward. “You won’t do that,” he
challenges. 
“No?”
I retort though I can hear the flimsy note to my voice. 
His grin
widens. “No.”
I shake my
head and feel my body drift closer to his. “I don’t know what you want
from me, I don’t know what you think we’re doing here, but we shouldn’t. Let’s
just get that clear right now. Also, I appreciate your concern for my safety,
but there isn’t anything you can do to help me, and this sort of attention is
only going to make my situation worse.”
He shifts,
and my whole body stiffens as he brings his lips to my cheek where the memory
of the bruise throbs.
“Don’t,”
I protest, but it comes out sounding more breathy than firm. 
“I’ll
make you a deal,” he says as he closes a bit more of the distance between
us. I nearly whimper from frustration, fear, and need. “One kiss. One kiss
and I won’t bother you again. No one will have to know.” 
“You
can’t be serious,” I whisper, but I know from the determined look in his
eyes he’s serious. “Why?”
His lips
return to my cheek, surprising me with his gentleness, and I’m almost ashamed
that my initial instinct is to flinch away from him. He seems to recognize it,
and he sighs, pausing long enough to meet my eyes. We wait . . . watching each
other. But when he doesn’t follow through with a slap or a biting comment, my
traitorous body relaxes. 
My body is
clearly an idiot. 
“C’mon,”
he coaxes as his lips grow bolder. “Let me give you this. One kiss. I
promise you’ll enjoy it. Let me show you a little something sweet to take away
from the sour. One kiss, and if you want me to walk away after I will.”
He’s the
devil incarnate, the snake that tempted Eve. Though, I’m sure as hell not in
paradise. I hate myself for even considering it. Loathe the way my body shouts
at me to say yes. 
“You
won’t bother me again?” The responding triumphant gleam in his eyes
screams that I’ve taken a step off a precipice. There will be no going back
after this. 
“Scouts
honor.” I snort, causing him to grin. “So, is that a yes?”
“You
asked me earlier if I wanted to know your name.”
He nods,
but it’s a quick, jerky movement. For the first time, he’s the one caught off
guard. 
“I
think I’d like that.” It’ll be like saying goodbye, or at least that’s
what I tell myself. Goodbye to the rush of desire, the feeling of being alive.
It was fun while it lasted but this level of craziness leads nowhere
good. 
For a
moment, I think my ears are tricking me, but no. King makes a deep, satisfied
groan in the back of his throat. I’m so distracted I don’t notice he’s been
slowly moving closer until his body is pressed fully against mine. My hands go
to his shoulders, and I’m grateful for the bandages separating us. Too much
contact with his skin and my brain would surely short circuit. 
“Gracin,”
he says, his lips so close they graze the shell of my ear. “My name is
Gracin.”
Then his
mouth covers mine.
Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Nicole
Blanchard lives in Mississippi with her family and their menagerie of animals.
She chooses each day to chase her own fairy tale even if they contain their
fair share of dragons. She is married to her best friend and owns her own
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Nicole survives on a diet of too many books and substantial
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Title: The Broken Puppet
Series: The Elite Kings Club #2
Author: Amo Jones
Genre: Dark Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 18, 2017

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“I thought I knew who I was, but I was wrong.”

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1. A girl who is tarnished. Tainted. One who does not fit into the confinement of legend.

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I was lied to.
I was cheated.
Resigning to pick up the scraps of empty memories and disarrayed thoughts, I left. After finally cutting the strings of manipulation, I resorted to do what I’ve done since I was a child, something my father drilled into my brain since I could handle my first rifle.
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I’m a mere shadow of the girl they all knew.
Lies and deceit change you. They alter your entire outlook on life.
I’m Madison Montgomery, and I want to play a game.
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Riddle me this, Mads.
What goes bump in the night,
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You may run, and you may hide.
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Amo is a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar.

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New Release: Pretty New Doll (Pretty Doll #3) by Ker Dukey & K. Webster

Pretty New Doll

by K. Webster and Ker Dukey
Pretty Doll #3
Publication Date: July 17, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance

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Benny, broken, hurting, and alone
Lost his dolly, his love, his home.
Injured and searching, reborn anew,
He finds himself befriended by one who’s true.
Learning about the world, urges, and lust.
Finding a new future, a new dolly, is a must.
Then out of old pain, fresh prospects come to life,
Benny’s sick mind summons him, so his hand takes the knife.

Have you ever been so lost that you became a shadow? Lurking but not living. Existing in the background where no one notices you.
My doll betrayed me, killed me in more ways than she realized.
I’m watching, waiting, wanting.
One day soon she’ll give me back what she took away…
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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

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My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles…prepare for the unexpected.

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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