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New Release ~ Punitive Damages by Charlotte Byrd

 

 

Title: Punitive Damages
Author: Charlotte Byrd
Genre: Erotic Billionaire Romance
 Release Date: October 30, 2017
Blurb
A steamy
standalone alpha romance novel with steamy scenes that will make you
blush!

I’m a criminal defense attorney and I only do one night stands. I’ve never
had a girlfriend and I intend to keep it that way. 
I also hate
interns. You know, the ones who are still in law school, don’t know anything
about real law and just get in the way. But when my boss asks me to do
him a favor and take on his niece as my intern for the summer, I can’t say
no. 
The last thing I expect is to fall in love with her.
This is my last summer before graduation and I intend to spend it learning as
much as I can about the law. I’m not looking for a one night stand or a
relationship. And I’m definitely not interested in my cocky a**hole of
a boss
 who sleeps with a different girl every night. He’s
dark, dangerous and everything that I hate in a man.
 But then one
night turns into two, I can’t seem to stop myself.

WARNING: This is a HOT modern day dark erotic romance with an alpha
billionaire for fans of EL James, Pepper Winters, and Alexa Riley. It contains
NO CHEATING, and a Happily Ever After.

**For a Limited Time only, it also includes a full-length bestselling novel,
Auctioned to Him.

 

 

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Author Bio
Give into your Guilty Pleasure!Charlotte Byrd writes billionaire romances about flawed and troubled alpha
males, strong women who love them. All the books are very popular with indie
romance lovers who love hot and steamy scenes and can be enjoyed and read in
any order. You can check out the entire collection here: amazon.com/author/charlottebyrd (just
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New Release ~ 4 Stars for Wicked Envy by Sawyer Bennett

Wicked Envy (Wicked Horse Vegas, Book #3)
Sawyer Bennett
Release Date: October 27, 2017

Synopsis:
The best of friends.
Two men. One woman.
A sinful playground called The Wicked Horse.

Entrepreneur turned millionaire, Dane Hawthorne, has been known to get his kicks at The Wicked Horse Vegas, and he has no shortage of beautiful women waiting for a shot at him. Driven to succeed, no matter if he’s in the boardroom or the bedroom, Dane never backs down from a challenge.

Avril Carrigan isn’t the type of woman to take risks in her personal life but after a broken heart and too much liquid courage, Avril decides to best way to get over one man, is to get under another. Looking to experience all the debauchery she’s heard about from her best friend and business partner, Dane, she requests one thing of him—take her to The Wicked Horse.

The request seems simple. One friend helping another in her time of need. But now that they’ve crossed the threshold, things aren’t as easy as they once seemed. Not only is Dane looking at Avril in a new light, but so is their other business partner and best friend, Andrew Collings. As Dane’s envy blooms, he wonders if he made the right decision when he agreed to show Avril his wicked world.

What happens when the lines of friendship are blurred and boundaries are crossed? Will their relationships survive or will jealousy tear them all apart?

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35172988-wicked-envy

My Review

4 Stars!

Welcome back to the Wicked Horse Vegas! This one is three times the erotic fun!

Avril, Dane and Andrew have been best friends for seventeen years, since their freshman year in college. Over the years, their friendship grew stronger and they all came to work together at Dane’s successful Biotech company. It has always been platonic between them, until a visit to the Wicked Horse changes everything.

So, I was a little torn on this one. I gave it four stars because the writing is great, the characters have potential (I’ll get to that in a minute), the plot was good and this by far went the farthest in terms of the erotic nature of the story. (There is this scene when the three of them are in the hotel in Paris and it was 5 alarm smoking hot, folks!!) I wanted to give it a full five stars, but I held back and here is why…

I have no doubt that writing a threesome relationship was not easy. The three of them being best friends and then venturing into a sexual relationship but trying to keep feelings out of it could not have been easy to write. Unfortunately, I felt like the book was missing that spark of feels I normally find in her books. At times the story felt clinical and a bit cold. Andrew was the saving grace of the book, in my opinion. He was the feels and the encouragement, despite his ability to compartmentalize their sexual relationship. Each of the characters has a role and a purpose in the book and in their friendship/relationship – Dane, the cold, driven businessman; Avril, the strong female; Andrew, the laid back, emotional one – but none of them seem to be allowed to feel freely. Now, don’t get me wrong. Eventually, things work themselves out and things progress along in the right direction. Still, though, even when two of the characters begin to explore their feelings, I just couldn’t find myself believing them. However, over all, the story was great. Bennett seemed to put a realism to the threesomes decision to explore their sexual nature as a threesome without affecting the friendship and I appreciated that. These hang-ups about the lack of feels are just my hang-ups and others may see the book differently. I am a fan of grand gestures and big declarations of love in my book, epic romances, if you will, and this was not particularly epic, but it was good and it will appeal to many.

Hop on board for an erotic ride at the Wicked Horse Vegas with Wicked Envy!

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About the Author:

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.

Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.

Connect with Sawyer:
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New Erotic Romance: Delirious by M. S. Force!

Today we are celebrating the release of DELIRIOUS, an erotic romance title that is part of the Quantum series by M.S. Force. Check out the buy links and some teasers for the book below.

 

DELIRIOUS by M.S. Force

The 6th erotic romance title in the Quantum Series.


Book Blurb:

As one of Hollywood’s hottest producers, Kristian Bowen is on top of the world. With the Quantum team is fresh off a clean sweep of awards season and looking ahead to the premiere of their new film, Insidious, Kristian’s life is exactly how he likes it, complete with a stable of willing subs to tend to his every desire. Until he attends the wedding of his friend and business partner Flynn Godfrey and meets AileenGifford, the close friend of Flynn’s new wife, Natalie. Since meeting Aileen five months ago, Kristian’s carefully cultivated life has changed in ways he never could’ve expected. Now Aileen and her children are moving to Los Angeles, and he’s not sure whether to be excited or terrified about his powerful feelings for the single mom…

Aileen is coming off the worst year of her life, spent battling breast cancer while taking care of two young children. When Natalie, Flynn and their other friends encourage Aileen to move to LA and work for Quantum, she jumps at the chance to give her family a fresh start. And with her off-the-charts attraction to Flynn’s business partner in the mix, the idea of living in LA becomes that much sweeter. Until everyone shows up to welcome her and the kids to their new home in LA—except Kristian.

He can’t avoid her forever, and when these two finally see each other again, sparks fly between the single mom and the producer with a past he’s kept hidden from everyone who matters to him. When that past rears its ugly head, will he run away from the woman he loves or turn to her for comfort in the storm? And will she prevail in convincing him that he can be himself, in every possible way, with her?

Kristian and Aileen’s long-awaited story is full of heat, heart and humor, as well as appearances from all the Quantum characters readers love!

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Purchase Delirious now!

Kindle US | iBooks | Nook | Kobo | Google | Kindle CA | Kindle UK | Kindle AU

Order a signed copy from Marie’s store, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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CHECK OUT THE REST OF THE QUANTUM SERIES

The Quantum Series, written as M.S. Force, marks Marie’s first foray into erotic romance. In this series, she writes about celebrities working and playing in New York, Los Angeles and other locations around the world while pursing their passion for dominant sexual relationships. Join the principals of the Quantum production company as each of them meets their match in life and love!

Book 1: Virtous (Flynn & Natalie)

Book 2: Valorous (Flynn & Natalie)

Book 3: Victorious (Flynn & Natalie)

Book 4: Rapturous (Hayden & Addie)

Book 5: Ravenous (Jasper & Ellie)

Book 6: Delirious (Kristian & Aileen)

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

About the Author

M.S. Force is the erotic alter-ego of New York Times bestselling author Marie Force. All three books in her initial Quantum Trilogy were New York Times bestsellers in 2015, and the Quantum Trilogy became the Quantum Series with Rapturous and Ravenous, with more to come!

Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series, which has sold nearly 3 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books, which has sold 1.5 million books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force. All together, her books have sold more than 5.5 million copies worldwide!

Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.

Join Marie’s mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Twitter @marieforce and on Facebook. Join one of Marie’s many reader groups. Contact Marie at marie@marieforce.com. Subscribe to her new blog to hear the latest and greatest news, including giveaways and other great prizes. Go to the blog and enter your email address on the upper right-hand side.

 

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New Erotic Romance: Guarded by R. C. Martin

 

 

Title: Guarded
Author: R.C. Martin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 8, 2017

 

Blurb
she’s distractingly Gorgeous. in my line of work, I can’t
afford to be Unfocused, but she is just as Alluring as
she is forbidden. I should stay away, and yet I don’t.// he is Ridiculously
sexy. never have I ever been Drawn to a man so ardently. his touch
is Everything, consuming me completely. what exists between
us Deserves a chance, but he won’t let me in.
raw. passionate. desperate. real. I take her there—every time.// he feels it,
too—I know he does. we could have it all, if only he wasn’t so guarded.

 


Purchase Links
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Author Bio
I’m a born and bred Coloradan. While
I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a
piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I started writing love
stories when I was seventeen, and I haven’t been able to stop! With me, you’ll
find that I dabble in a few different romance genres, but my voice is one
that’s all about the heart. Writing is my dream; and as a dreamer, you can rest
assured that there are many more novels in my head that I can hardly wait to
share.
 
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Review Blitz: 4 Stars for Wicked Wish (Wicked Horse Vegas #2) by Sawyer Bennett!

 

Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart.

Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger.

Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is.

Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.

My Review:

4 Stars!

Dive into the next book in the Wicked Horse Vegas series! Jorie and Walsh steam up the pages in the friends to lovers/best friend’s little sister erotic romance.

Jorie is reeling from the apparent end of her marriage of eight years after her husband kicked her out for being bad in bed. She heads back to her hometown and moves in with her best friend. Elena takes Jorie to The Wicked Horse to help her realize that she wasn’t the problem and the husband is an idiot. Jorie ends up with a mysterious man and gets the night of her life, until… that man reveals himself to be her brother’s best friend and her pseudo-older brother, Walsh. Walsh and Jorie have a history and Walsh has always been important to her. That one night sparks something in Jorie.

Walsh is as alpha as they come. He is also fiercely protective of his best friend, Micah, and Micah’s little sister, Jorie. So, when he discovers the woman he just had the best sex of his life with is Jorie… warning bells go off. He tries to deny himself and Jorie, but Jorie is persistent. Despite knowing it is a bad idea, he continues to see Jorie as more than friends.

Let me tell you, this book scorches! Sawyer Bennett does not hold back on the smexy times! Her ability to mix erotic writing with sweet, sexy romance is amazing! Plus, beneath all that steam is a really beautiful, emotional love story that will have you flipping pages long into the night.

I also want to mention the foreward. I don’t know how many people actually read the forwards and/or author notes, but I hope you read this one. I love how thoughtful and honest Sawyer Bennett is and this foreward was honest and important.

Grab this page turner today!

 

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Squaring my shoulders, I march into The Royale and head straight for the concierge desk. I haven’t been in this casino before. Hell, I haven’t been in hardly any of them. Sure, I’d only grown up about forty-five minutes away, but gambling and all-you-can-eat buffets held no interest to me.

From Micah bragging about his best friend over the years, I knew Walsh orchestrated the purchase of the land, then pulled together financing with two other partners to build this casino. It’s one of the most popular on the strip, boasting five-star dining, old-world elegance, and superior customer service. Again, all this from Micah, but honestly… I’m so proud of Walsh, too. We may have lost touch over the years, but I’ll never forget all the ways in which he acted as a big brother to me.

Ick.

Okay… that’s gross. Thinking of Walsh like a brother.

I scrub my mind clean of that thought and demand myself never to do that again.

Rather, I’ll never forget all the ways in which Walsh provided me friendship and support in my formative years.

Yes… much better.

“Can I help you?” a man behind the concierge desk asks with a genuine and friendly smile. Not snooty as I would expect in a fancy hotel, and I guess that goes to the superior customer service The Royale strives for.

“Yes… hi,” I say as I nervously tuck my hair behind my ears on both sides. “I need to see Mr. Brooks. How do I go about getting access to his apartment?”

Micah told me some time ago that Walsh lives here.

The concierge never loses his friendly smile, but a single eyebrow arches high at my temerity.

“Oh, gosh,” I stammer. “That came out stalkerish. Mr. Brooks… I mean, Walsh… and I are longtime friends. He used to babysit me.”

“Your name?” the man asks as he pulls up something on his computer.

“Jorie Pearce.”

After a moment of scanning, he looks up at me. “Your name isn’t on the approved list.”

“Well, he’s not exactly expecting me.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Pearce,” he says with true regret in his voice. “But our policy is strict. No one gets up to the private penthouse without their name on the list.”

I lean on the desk with one elbow and lower my voice. “Just out of curiosity… are there any women on that list?”

The eyebrow shoots up again.

“No, wait,” I say hastily as I hold my palms toward him in a silent plea to not process my last request either mentally or on the computer. “That’s totally stalkerish, and I didn’t mean that.”

“Miss Pearce,” the concierge says, now with a hint of annoyance. “Perhaps you’d like to leave a message? I can get it up to Mr. Brooks today and he can call you.”

“No, I need to see him now,” I tell him firmly. “And I swear it’s not to cook a rabbit in a pot on his stove. Can you please just call up to his apartment?”

“That’s not our policy—”

“Look,” I snap as I lean across the desk slightly. “I’m a lifelong friend of Walsh’s. My brother is his best friend. We lost touch for a few years, but we ran into each other last night. I really need to talk to him about something that happened last night, and I’m not leaving this hotel until you call up to his apartment.”

The eyebrow doesn’t arch but it does draw inward to meet its match on the other side as he considers what I just said.

“I swear to you,” and here I pause to look at his name tag, “Bentley. Please just call him. He won’t be mad.”

With a sigh, he relents and picks up the phone receiver, punching in a five-digit number. After a pause, he says, “Mr. Brooks… I’m very sorry to disturb you, sir, but there’s a Miss Jorie Pearce here to see you. She says she’s a longtime friend.”

I watch as Bentley listens, but I can’t gauge what’s being said as his face remains blank. Finally, he says, “Very good, sir.”

I take this to mean I’ll be getting an escort to the penthouse suite, but Bentley replaces the receiver and says, “I’m sorry, Miss Pearce. But Mr. Walsh told me to tell you he’s busy and can’t receive you right now.”

My eyes narrow at Bentley. “I don’t believe you. Call back and let me talk to him.”

“I assure you, I just talked to him and that’s what he said.”

“Call him back,” I order as I point to the phone.

“I can’t,” he says almost with a wail. “If I do, he’ll fire me.”

Okay, that hits home. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, so I say, “Fine. Give me just a moment.”

I take a few steps away from the concierge desk and pull my iPhone out. I shoot off a quick text to Micah. What’s Walsh’s phone number?

I wait a few moments, but I know Micah is awake in San Francisco at this hour. His phone is always on, and he never ignores a text from me.

He responds with the number before I can even start to tap my foot with impatience, adding on, Why?

I hate the lie, but I write back, Came to Vegas for the day. Thought I’d see if he could meet up for lunch. Haven’t seen him in years.

Cool, he writes back. Tell him I said, “what’s up, douche?”

I roll my eyes as I text back, Real mature. Love ya. Later.

After I save the number to my contacts, I open a new text to Walsh. Let me up to see you or I’m going straight back to The Wicked Horse to satisfy some further curiosities I have.

I hit send and then walk back to the concierge desk. I merely lean one elbow on it and watch Bentley with a silent smile. The phone rings about ten seconds after that.

Bentley’s eyes fly to mine as he listens, and then says, “Yes, sir. Right away.”

When he replaces the receiver, he says, “I’m to show you to the penthouse elevator.”

“Thank you, Bentley,” I say brightly.

 

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.

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New Release: The Wicked Horse by Sawyer Bennett!!

 

Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart.

Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger.

Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is.

Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.

 

 

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“Want another drink?” I ask Micah as he lounges on my couch and takes the final swallow of his scotch. He flew in about an hour ago, and we’re waiting for Jorie to arrive to go out to dinner tonight. My nerves are on edge. I definitely want another drink.

“Nah, man,” Micah says as he pushes up from the couch and moves to take his glass back into the kitchen that opens straight from the living room. “Tonight’s not about getting drunk. It’s about hanging out with my two favorite people in the world.”

I smile at him and nod, my stomach clenched.

“But just so you know,” he says with a laugh. “Jorie’s my first favorite, you’re my second.”

“As it should be,” I reply, and hope that sounds casual enough.

Micah rinses his glass out and sets it on the counter. As he walks back into the living room, he says, “And besides… I figure tomorrow night, you and I are going to hit the town, right?”

“You know it,” I say as I push up from the chair, head straight to the wet bar, and replenish my vodka. There is not enough alcohol in the world to get me through this weekend. I take a healthy slug as soon as I cap the bottle.

“Dying to go to The Wicked Horse,” Micah says with excitement in his voice. “Want to meet Jerico, too. He and I have been emailing about testing out some more of my designs in his club. Plus, you and me, dude… we haven’t had a woman together in a long time. Your stories about the stocks… we’ve got to hit that, man.”

My shoulders tighten and my gut rolls with nausea. How in the fuck I am going to weasel out of this is beyond me, but I’ve got to figure something out. I don’t want another fucking woman other than Jorie.

“Walsh?” Micah says in question, and I turn to look at him. “We good with going there tomorrow night?”

“Damn straight we are,” I say with a smile. “A night of debauchery for the both of us.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Just then, the elevator doors give a slight hiss as they open, and Jorie is standing there. She looks fucking amazing, wearing a dress done in large black-and-white zebra stripes that’s loosely belted around her waist and comes down to her knees. She’s got on a pair of sexy-as-shit taupe heels to go with it and my mouth waters as I take in what they do to her legs. Hair in that sleek, angled bob that hangs halfway in between her jaw and shoulders, and that thick crop of bangs straight across her eyebrows make her green eyes brighter than ever.

I swallow hard and try to appear casual.

Her eyes go immediately to Micah, and she gives a squeal of excitement. He rushes to her, picks her up, and swings her around. The skirt of her dresses rises a bit in the back, and I look away guiltily.

“God, I missed you, squirt,” Micah says with a choked voice. My guilt intensifies over the naked display of love and affection he has for his sister.

Jorie’s voice quavers with equal love. “I missed you, too.”

She hugs him hard and looks over his shoulder at me. Her eyes are wary and nervous.

When Micah releases her, I step up and casually say, “Got a hug for me?”

It’s a shameless move to touch her, but not something that would raise Micah’s eyebrows. I’ve hugged Jorie a million times over our lives together growing up.

“It’s good to see you again,” she says to me as she walks into a very brotherly hug. I make the mistake of inhaling her scent, and I’m hit with a jolt of lust for her.

After we quickly release each other, she steps back and surveys my apartment as if it’s her first time. She told Micah we met for breakfast one day, but he sure as shit doesn’t know I’ve fucked her on almost every piece of furniture in this apartment. He’ll never know she went to her knees right where we’re standing in front of the elevator and swallowed every drop of cum I gave her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I have an overwhelming urge to fake a stomachache, a migraine, a goddamn stroke for all I care at this moment, and beg off from this entire weekend.

Instead, I put a smile on my face and tell them, “Come on. We’ve got prime seats in Moulineaux tonight. I’ve not eaten there yet, but heard it’s amazing.”

Jorie smiles back at me before turning to hook her arm through Micah’s. She leans over and puts her head on his arm as she’s too short to reach his shoulder. They both stroll into the elevator.

This night can’t get over with fast enough for me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.

Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.

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New Release: Clipped by Remy Blake

 

Title: Clipped
Author: Remy Blake
Genre: Erotic Romance Novella
 Release Date: July 18, 2017

 

Blurb
When I left my hometown, I had no plans to return. New city
– new me. 
But when a family emergency brings me back home, I’m forced
to pack up my life and take the only available job.
Wesley Steele is the owner of Good Wood Tree Removal Inc. and
the boss from hell. A typical lumberjack, he’s bearded, arrogant and offensive.
He’s everything I despise in a man. I want nothing to do with him or his
flannel clad chest.
But, he’s on a mission, intent to change my mind. How far is
he willing to go to prove there’s more depth to him than meets the eye? 

 

 

Purchase Links

Only 99c!

AMAZON U

OK

S / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

 

 

Author Bio
Remy Blake is a bestselling male and female author duo, who paired up to have some fun writing
steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust and a guaranteed HEA.
You can expect double the debauchery in every novella they
write.

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New Release: The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent

 

Title: The Unrequited
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2017


Blurb
Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from
unrequited love. But it’s time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive
calling.
What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps
seeing around campus could be a great one—only he is the new poetry
professor—the married poetry professor.
Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist—rude, arrogant, and
broody—but his glares and taunts don’t scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry,
but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly façade,
Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively.
Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in
the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he
kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you
again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget
all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.
NOTE: Please be aware that this book deals with sensitive
topics like cheating and death. 18+ Only.

 

 

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Excerpt
I’m hit by
a storm of desire to kiss him better. It’s a tornado, an avalanche in my body,
and in one breathless moment, I decide to go for it. It’s okay. I can take the
blame for it later.
I break the
rules and reach up and kiss him. A feathery peck on his plump lips, it’s a kiss
of solidarity, a kiss that intends to tell him I understand—but one isn’t
enough. It only manages to ratchet up my lust. So I give him another, this time
on the corner of his mouth, and then another one on his jaw.
It’s not enough, these small, barely-there
touches. I want more, but I won’t take it. I’ll be good; I’ll only give.
Abruptly,
he fists my curls and stops me. I look at him fearfully, ready to apologize—not
for the kiss, but for being the kisser. His gaze reflects passion, stark,
raving need, and I shiver, despite wearing layers and sweating with his heat.
“Are you
trying to kiss me, Layla?” he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift
ponytail.
He couldn’t
tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know I’m glowing like a neon sign.
Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
He inches
closer to me, still not touching—as impossible as that is—but infinitely
closer. “You want to kiss me, Miss Robinson, you do it right.”
Oh God,
does he have to call me that? Now, here? My spine arches on its own and my
heavy tits graze the contours of his shuddering chest.
“H-How?” I
ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y
voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.
For a
second, he’s silent, just watching. I’m afraid he’ll back out from whatever
this is, whatever insanity we’re about to commit—but then I sense the shift in
the liquor-laced air as he opens his mouth and growls, “Like this.”

 

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Writer of bad romances. Coffee Addict. White Russian
Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer and poetess. Aspiring Lana Del Ray of the book
world.
I’m a big believer in love (obviously). I believe in happily ever after, the
butterflies and the tingling. But I also believe in edgy, rough and gutsy kind
of love. I believe in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally
ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.

The kind of love I write about is flawed just like my characters. And I hope by
the end of it, you’ll come to root for them just as much as me. Because love,
no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful.




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Chapter Reveal: Unconventional by Isabel Love

 

Title: Unconventional
Author: Isabel Love
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2017
Blurb
Happily ever after—what a joke! I tried that once and ended
up divorced.
Now, I only want one thing from men.
Charlie Nelson is good at giving me that one thing. Really, really good.
So good, in fact, I discovered a new side of myself.
I never knew I liked to watch until I saw
his talented hands touching someone else.
I never knew I liked to be watched until I
felt his searing gaze on me.
Maybe happily ever after isn’t always a white picket fence,
wedding bells, and 2.5 kids.
Maybe it’s something a bit more…unconventional.
*Warning: Contains dirty talk, piercings and hot threesomes.
Intended for readers over 18 years of age.
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That’s some
party trick.
 
I’m so worked
up
 right now, I
almost can’t see straight. I had fully intended to fuck Miss Double D, as Quinn
so aptly named her, but once the security guard interrupted us and Quinn
bolted, having sex with Crystal lost its appeal. All I could think about was
Quinn’s gaze on me, watching me touch another woman, watching me make her come.
She liked watching. I could tell how turned on she was by the
way her chest was rising and falling so rapidly with every breath, the way she
couldn’t tear her eyes away from me, the sheen of sweat on her upper lip and
neck.
 
My cock throbs in
my pants just thinking about it.
 
Quinn insists on
driving as I had a few shots tonight and we decide to go to her place because
it’s closer. Quinn lives in a condo that’s quite nice, actually. Once we’re in
her car, I adjust my dick so my pants aren’t strangling it.
 
“Congratulations
on your new account, hotshot. I don’t know if I told you earlier,” she says.
 
“Thank you. You
told me earlier, but you can tell me again. I like it when you praise me.”
 
“I’m not sure
there’s any room in this car, what with the size of your—”
 
“Cock?” I
interject.
 
“I was going to
say ego.
 
“My cock is
pretty big, too, you have to admit.” I look over at her, flashing a naughty
grin.
 
“I do like your
cock, you know that. Are you fishing for compliments?”
 
I chuckle. I love
that she admits to liking my cock. Most women shy away from dirty talk, but not
Quinn. She’s just as blunt as I am and isn’t afraid to use words like cock or
cunt.
 
“Isn’t there any
way you can go any faster? I’m dying over here.” I’m two seconds away from
pulling my dick out and jacking off while she drives.
 
“Calm your tits.
We’re almost there.” She rolls her eyes but does push down on the gas pedal a
bit harder.
 
“Speaking of
tits, you liked watching me fondle Miss Double D, didn’t you?”
 
“That was one
impressive rack,” she admits.
 
“Have you
ever…been with a woman?” The way she was watching us made me think she’d like
to join in. I could see Quinn experimenting with other women.
 
“No, I like dick,
if you haven’t noticed.” She smiles and glances over at me. “But I can
appreciate that boobs are sexy.”
 
“What about the
way she was able to lick her own nipples, wasn’t that hot?” I almost came in my
pants when I saw that she could do it. That’s going in the spank bank, for
sure.
 
“That’s some
party trick.”
 
“Would you lick
your own nipples if you could?” I ask her. Quinn’s boobs are amazing, large and
perky, though not quite as big as Crystal’s.
 
“Hell yeah I
would. That’s like asking if you would suck your own dick if you could. Don’t
even tell me you’ve never tried to; I won’t believe you.”
 
I chuckle. “When
I was 14, I tried as hard as I could, but I’m not that flexible.”
 
“There’s a sight
I would have liked to see.” She laughs.
 
“It wasn’t even
remotely sexy. I lived in fear that someone would walk in on me and catch an
eyeful of me in different contorted positions.” I laugh at the memory. “It
would seem as though you are a closet voyeur. How did I not know this about you
until tonight?”
 
She chews on her
bottom lip. “I didn’t know it myself. I mean, I like watching porn, but I’ve
never come across an opportunity to watch real-life action.”
 
I file that
information away for later and almost weep with relief when we pull into her
driveway. We turn to look at each other once the car is parked in her garage,
and her eyes roam over my face, stopping on my lips. She leans forward, about
to kiss me.
 
“Is there
anything you need to do before I fuck you?” Once I start, I won’t be able to
stop until I’m balls deep inside of her.
 
“No.” 
I promptly get
out of the car and walk around the front to open her door. As soon as she’s
standing, I’m on her, pulling her face toward mine and taking her mouth in a
hot, wet kiss. Her lips are perfect, plump, and soft, and this kiss has the
perfect ratio of lips, teeth, and tongue. Her tongue dances with mine and she’s
as ravenous as I am, licking and nipping at me. Her hands are busy too,
untucking my shirt and reaching for my belt buckle. Fuck. I love
that she’s desperate for my dick, but I reach down and bat her hands away. We
need to take this inside. I reach down to palm her ass and pick her up. Her
legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the door, stopping by the security
alarm so she can disarm it.
 
Once the door is
open, I stride inside and sit on the couch with Quinn straddling me. She grinds
against my erection as I pull her shirt up and off. She reaches for my shirt
next, and I reach over my head to tug it off. She sits back on my lap and
stares down at my torso, lust and appreciation shining in her eyes. I also take
a moment to appreciate my view of her. She wears a red, silky bra, but it seems
like some of the material is missing because only the bottom half of her boobs
are covered. The top half is exposed and I can see the pink skin of her areolas
just hinting at where her nipples are. I trail my fingers across the edge of
the bra, dragging the material down a bit to reveal the rest of her nipples.
They’re tight little nubs and I pinch them, hard. She gasps and arches her
back, bringing her chest closer to my face.
 
“I really like
this bra, Red. It seems like you chose the color just for me.”
 
“I chose it
for me. I like the way it makes me feel,” she corrects me, her
voice low and throaty.
 
“How does it make
you feel?”
 
“Sexy.” 
“You don’t need a
bra for that. You’re sexy all on your own. Stand up, take your pants off. I
want to see the rest of you.”
 
She stands and
starts to unbutton her pants. “If I’m getting naked, then so are you. Come on,
let me see that gorgeous cock of yours.”
 
I comply with her
request, grabbing a condom out of my wallet before stripping off my jeans,
underwear, socks, and shoes. Quinn makes quick work of her pants and heels then
goes to take off her panties but I stop her.
 
“Wait, I want
to take those off.” I sit back down on the couch and pull her to stand in front
of me. The underwear is also silky red, and I love the contrast against her
pale skin. Quinn is curvy, her hips flaring out from her waist. I smooth my
hands down them before reaching back to squeeze her ass. It bounces when I let
go and I can’t wait to see it bounce on my cock.
 
“How wet did you
get watching me earlier?” I know she was aroused, but I don’t know how much.
 
“Soaking wet,”
she tells me.
 
“I want to see.”
I reach for the fabric that covers her pussy and run my fingers back and forth,
testing the fabric for wetness. Sure enough, it’s soaked. “Fuck, Red. I need to
taste you.”
 
“So taste me.” 
I slide her
panties down her legs and help her step out of them. I lean forward and nuzzle
my nose right in between her legs, inhaling her musky scent, then lick her
slit, grabbing her ass and pulling her forward, closer to my mouth. She holds
on to my shoulders to steady herself as my tongue laps at her cunt, but I can’t
quite get the right angle while she’s standing up.
 
I stand, and she
whimpers. “Why did you stop?”
 
I look around her
living room and see the ottoman in front of the couch is plush and a decent
size. “Lie back on this, I need to bury my face in your pussy.”
 
She shivers at my
words and reclines on the ottoman, legs spread wide and leaning up on her
elbows so she can watch me. Her red hair is wild, her face is flushed, and her
tits are heaving out of her bra as she pants in anticipation.
 
I kneel in front
of her and hold her gaze as I lick her slowly, from opening to clit.
 
“Fuck, that feels
good. Don’t stop.”
 
My licks are slow
and steady, working her up, but not giving her enough friction to come. She
keeps her gaze on me and I watch as she becomes more and more desperate.
 
“Charlie.” 
“Hmm?” I ask,
like I have all the time in the world.
 
Quinn likes to be
bossy too, and I like to make her beg. She hates begging, which makes me like
it even more. She tips her hips up, chasing my tongue, but I move it to lick
her folds instead.
 
“Charlie!” she
complains.
 
“Did I ever tell
you how much I love eating your pussy?” I ask her conversationally in between
licks. I could eat her out for hours. Her red curls are neatly trimmed, framing
her clit and pussy lips. I spread her wide open with my fingers and lick into
her opening, pushing my tongue as deep as I can get it, then licking the walls
as I come out. Her taste is addictive. Not all women taste the same—some are
bitter, some more musky, some sour. Quinn’s pussy tastes divine, the right
combination of musky, salty, and sweet. I lap up her juices, avoiding her clit,
trying to drive her crazy enough to beg me.
 
“Fuck! Charlie, I
need you. Is that what you want to hear?”
 
Bingo. “What do you need? More of my
tongue?” I focus on her clit and she moans loudly.
 
She doesn’t
answer me, so I back away.
 
“Charlie! Please,
I need you to fuck me, okay? Please fuck me.” She glares at me, pissed that she
gave in and begged me, but so turned on.
 
I chuckle and
reach for the condom. “My pleasure. Why didn’t you just say so?”
 
My body is so desperate to come but his tongue
wasn’t enough; I need his cock, and that fucking bastard always likes to make
me beg.
 
He rolls the
condom on and tugs on his gorgeous cock a couple of times before lining himself
up with my pussy. He pulls me forward slightly, making my ass hang just a bit
off the edge of the ottoman, and rubs the head of his dick up and down my
folds, coating himself with my wetness. I feel his piercing, a stark contrast
to the way a cock feels. The metal of the piercing is unforgiving while his
penis is hard but soft at the same time. The combination makes my eyes roll
back into my head and my clit throbs as I wait for him to push into me. He
doesn’t though, not right away. He picks up my legs and drapes them up over his
shoulders.
 
“Charlie!” I
bark. “Now. Fuck me now.”
 
At my tortured
command, he slams into me. I’m so wet, he gains entry easily, but his girth
stretches me open, making me gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness.
 
“Fuck. This is
going to be fast.”
 
Thank God. 
He leans forward,
seeking purchase on the edges of the ottoman to hold on. I grab on to his
forearms and he starts to thrust into me.
 
“Yessss.” I love
his unrelenting rhythm. His cock is big, and I feel the piercing inside,
creating more friction with each movement in and out of me. It reaches all the
right places and I’m on the verge of coming.
 
“I need you to
come, Red. Are you close?”
 
“God, yes.” 
He leans down and
latches on to one nipple, pulling it and biting it. Then he tends to the other
nipple, and the extra stimulation pushes me over the edge. Pleasure steals my
breath and my vision.
 
“Fuck!” I shout,
wrapping my legs around his waist so I can keep him inside me. My pussy clamps
around his dick while I come and he chuckles sexily.
 
“I love feeling
you milk my cock. Was that good?”
 
“Mmmmm,” I tell
him, too far gone for words right now.
 
He kisses me and
stays still as I come down from my orgasm. Then he starts moving again and I
realize his cock is still rock hard. “You didn’t come yet?”
 
“Not yet. Can you
flip over? I need to see your ass.”
 
“I’m not sure I
can move,” I groan. My body is always a bit paralyzed after an orgasm.
 
“I’ve got you.”
He pulls out of me, helps me sit up, then I turn and face plant into the
ottoman. He positions me so I’m kneeling on the carpet, folded over the ottoman
for support, ass sticking out at him. He palms my ass and slaps one cheek, the
unexpected sting causing me to gasp.
 
“Don’t fall
asleep on me.”
 
“Well then, give
me something to stay awake for,” I retort.
 
He spreads my ass
cheeks apart, so wide I’m completely exposed to his view. I can’t see what he’s
doing, but it seems like he’s just looking at me.
 
“You see
something you like?” I ask him, unnerved at his silence and stillness.
 
“I wish I could
take a picture of you right now, all pliant and satisfied, your pussy wet and
pink from my cock fucking you,” he replies, his voice so husky. “I’d title
it Satisfaction.”
 
“I bet you have a
collection of naughty pictures, don’t you?” He is a photographer, after all.
 
He slides his
cock up and down my crack, teasing me. Then he squeezes my ass cheeks together,
sandwiching his dick in between them, and pumps up and down. The condom catches
on my skin, not slick enough to glide smoothly, so he spits. The sound is so
crass, and I feel the plop as his saliva lands on my skin, but
when he starts moving again, the extra spit allows him to slide easily. Fuck,
his cock is so big. It makes me squirm every time it passes over my asshole,
and that piercing—it’s so unyielding.
 
“You’d think I’d
have naughty pictures, but I don’t. I’m not much for remembering past hookups,
but fuck, I want to keep this image for my viewing pleasure.”
 
“Maybe I’ll send
you a picture sometime.” I’ve never taken nude photos before, too afraid they
would end up online somewhere, but the thought of Charlie jerking off to images
of me gets me hot.
 
“I’d like that.”
He pulls back, his cockhead trailing down my crack to rub my clit. My nerve
endings are still so sensitive from my orgasm that his touch is almost too
much.
 
“Fuck, Charlie,”
I hiss, squirming away from his attention.
 
Surprisingly, he
heeds my complaint and finally slides into me. It’s a slow slide, inch by inch,
until his pelvis is flush with my ass, then he stills. Pleasure zings through
me at the way he stretches me and my recently sated body wakes up, hungry for
more. I need friction, but he isn’t moving. I huff in frustration.
 
“I want you to
bounce that luscious ass on my cock,” he says in explanation.
 
That I can do. I
lift my upper body off the ottoman and brace myself. Holding on to the sides, I
rock forward until I feel he’s almost completely out then I back up quickly,
loving the way he fills me up.
 
His hands cradle
my hips and pull me back to meet him. “That’s it, Red. God, your ass is
fantastic.”
 
Nothing is sexier
than the sounds this man makes during sex. The deep rumbles, the muttered
curses, the bossy commands, even the lewd remarks about my body are all so damn
hot.
 
Charlie Nelson is
one sexy beast.
 
Soon enough, he
takes control and reaches around to rub my clit. He can read my body so well,
and his fingers plucking my clit while he fucks me triggers an orgasm so
intense, I practically pass out. I scream my release and try to grab hold of
something to keep me tethered to Earth. He pitches forward on one final thrust
and shouts hoarsely along with me. His arms come around me, stilling my
flailing movements and holding me close as his dick pulses inside me.
 
“Fucking hell,
that was amazing.” He pants into my neck.
 
“Mmmm,” I agree. 
“You paralyzed?”
He knows this about me—orgasms always steal my coordination and leave me in a
heap of spasms and heavy limbs.
 
“Mmmmhmm.” 
“Stay here, I’ll
take care of you.” Those words sound so foreign coming out of Charlie’s mouth.
I know he means he’ll take care of my body. Not of me. I don’t want
anyone to take care of me.
 
I just want
orgasms.
 
And Charlie is
good at giving me orgasms.
 
I’ll never depend
on any man to take care of me ever again.
 
Charlie returns
moments later with a warm cloth and wipes between my legs gently. Then he lifts
me easily into his arms and carries me to my bed.
 
“Is it okay if I
crash here? I can be out of your hair first thing in the morning,” he promises.
 
I usually hate
having men stay the night. If it were anyone else, I’d make them leave
immediately. In fact, if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have brought them to
my house at all, but Charlie is in this strange category. He isn’t some random
hookup; he’s someone I see all the time in my circle of friends. I guess he’s
my friend with an amazing cock who I like to have sex with on occasion, so I
trust him more than a random stranger.
 
That’s the only
reason I tug him down into bed with me, snuggle into his side, and promptly
fall asleep with the warmth of his arm wrapped around my waist.
 

 

 

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Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter”.

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New Release: Enforcer by Katana Collins

 

Title: Enforcer
Series: Harrison Street Crew #3
Author: Katana Collins
Genre: Gritty Erotic Romance Standalone
Release Date: June 6, 2017
Blurb
Worse than bad. Hotter than hot. These are the bad boys
of the Harrison Street Crew, and they answer to no one. They take what they
want. And what they want is you.
 
Ryan Gallagher is the one who does the dirty work. The brute
force in the Harrison Street Crew, he lives to have the club all for his own
one day. But the one thing he can’t have is Megan Mahoney—the one woman he’s
loved since she was a teenager who needed saving. 

Megan never forgot the all-consuming passion she felt for
Ryan, her larger-than-life, wild teenage love. But coming from a hard, shocking
past has left her broken and scared—and untrusting of the Harrison Street Crew.
Ten years later, she’s back in Ryan’s world to claim a promise he made to her
years ago. And even though she knows she shouldn’t fall for him, Ryan still has
an explosive, sensual pull on her that she can’t ignore. 
Ryan’s powerful love for Megan is the only thing that could
ever soothe the tempestuous beast that roars in his soul. And when she comes
back to him to aid her in a dangerous quest—a deadly revenge plot he swore he
would be a part of years ago—Ryan can’t say no. He lives to protect this woman.
He will die loving this woman. And as the stakes get higher, the love that they
have kept hidden all these years explodes and goes further and deeper than
either of them expected. But with a dark threat from Megan’s past thrust
headlong into their lives, can their love win out?

 

 

 

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When Katana Collins was younger and stole her mother’s
Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight, she wanted to read
about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and
attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.”
Forget the knight on a white horse… she wanted the bad boy on a motorcycle.
So, now, she writes those romance novels she craved to see
on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. She
penned her first romance novel back in 2012 and now, a few years later, she is
an international author with 15 published books, in a wide range of
contemporary romance genres–(Paranormal, New Adult, Small town, Erotic
Suspense… you name it!).
She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of
rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not
mellow lab puppy… oh yeah, there’s a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She
can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of
coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.
She loves connecting with book lovers like herself, and
fellow sassy storytellers, so feel free to drop her an email, visit her on her
website: www.katanacollins.com Or connect on Instagram/Twitter (@katanacollins) or Facebook
(www.facebook.com/katanacollins)!

 

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