New Release Spotlight – It Takes A Thief by Layla Wolfe

We are super excited to bring you the latest book in The Bare Bone MC Series, It Takes A Thief.  Trust us!  This is one series you do not want to miss!



Great outlaws lost their lives to Ford.

Ford Illuminati, Prez of the famed Bare Bones MC, is in the crosshairs of Noodlum, a whacked thug recently joined with the Cutlasses.  When Ford’s company steals some highway workers of theirs, Noodlum lashes out with subterfuge, placing fake news stories about the club and stealing their identities to charge Cialis and penis weights.

But the clincher is when Noodlum targets Ford’s old lady, Madison.  His twisted obsession with Madison puts Ford on the alert, and Santiago Slayer on his trail.  But things haven’t been going well between Ford and Maddy lately.  His two jobs—Prez of the MC and his construction company—have got him working more than double time.  Neglected and feeling unloved, Maddy has a meltdown when a patient of hers dies.  She needs to do something different–something fulfilling.

When she works at a clinic on the Indian Rez, a heartthrob doctor catches her eye.  But he’s not the real menace.  Noodlum has come unhinged, targeting the light of his life—Madison Illuminati.  Ford is forced to play along with the whacko’s games, step by step.  It will take the combined forces of his club and his company to emerge triumphant…to save his one true love and reclaim their marriage.

Great ladies lost their hearts.


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I continued, “It’s not even just the recent fake news story.  Cecil came to tell me that someone got ahold of our corporate credit cards and is charging shit all over town.”

Everyone nodded and murmured.  Sax was the first to speak up.  “Maybe that’s why the bank texted me.  They were curious why someone had charged thirty copies of World of Warcraft from Rwanda.”

“I got the same thing,” said Knoxie.  “Someone was trying to rush order some penis weights from Sierra Leone.”

I pointed at Knoxie.  “See?  That’s the exact thing that not only tries to make us look like assmunchers, but rips us off into the fucking bargain.  I had a charge for twelve hundred bucks for ten model Ford Torinos.  The charge went through because of my name.”

Faux Pas, Duji, Speed and Gollywow nodded sagely.  But Roman asked, “Your name?  Because it was a toy model Ford?”

“A Torino,” explained Duji.  “Ford was nicknamed Torino by, ah…”

“His father,” said Faux Pas, almost in a whisper.

The silence this time was uncomfortable, with everyone looking everywhere except at each other.  Slushy tapped a pen on his desk and sucked on the inside of his mouth.  Wolf broke the silence by going,

“What’s a penis weight exactly?  Some kind of bondage thing?”

Everyone laughed with relief.  Lytton, the resident bondage king, said, “Not at fucking all, man.  Not that I know the details, but I believe it’s some kind of—”

“Penis enlargement device.”  Knoxie was bold to say that, because it cast him into a questionable light.  “I know, because I had to deal with the bank for an hour straightening it all out.  It’s definitely someone trying to make us look like dingbats.”

“And steal our money at the same time,” I added.  “Wolf, you’re in charge of shredding all the accounting and other paper at the Citadel.  Don’t you have an industrial strength shredder in your parts shed?”

Wolf looked like he was watching a tennis match.  A shady look if ever there was one.  “Well, sure,” he said uncertainly.  “I bag up most of it and this recycling company hauls it away after it’s shredded so no one can sit there putting the pieces together again.”


“But, ah, see, we’ve started up this organic garden outside the Unexploded Ordnance shed.”

I wasn’t sure I heard correctly.  “What?”

“The hippies always out there meditating by the vortex gave me the idea.”

“And me,” said Slushy.  “I’m all about the organic.”

“Especially eggplant.”  Duji kissed his fingers.  “I make the finest moussaka around.”

“I thought you were Italian,” said Faux Pas.

I couldn’t fucking believe it.  One, that they had an organic garden outside the Citadel.  Two, that I hadn’t noticed it.  I’d been so fucking busy lately, I rarely looked at, much less answered, my texts.  My bank had probably texted about the strange charges, too.  What else had they charged on my corporate card?  A shipment of butterfly vibrators?  “So what does this have to do with the shredded documents?”

“Well,” said Wolf, “the hippies gave me the idea to start a compost pile.  It’s really awesome, actually!  But you need a certain amount of greens, water, dirt, and paper.  You need to get the balance just right.  Lytton helped me with the science of it all, and—”

“You put our shredded documents into your fucking compost pile?”

“They get wet!  And dirty!  And bugs come to eat them, and—”

There was some rustling outside the closed office door.  Wolf eagerly looked at the door, glad for the interruption.  But I shot him a look that said “I’m not done with you yet.”  I’d make him clean the bathrooms for another year, always the Prospect’s job.  Wolf had done it for a year.  Now he’d do it for another.  I couldn’t believe these fucking guys.  Even my old-timer brothers from the shorts pants days were acting like a bunch of hipster goofballs.  Where did we live, Marin County?  Sedona?  They were more concerned with their intestinal flora than with the fact someone was obviously trying to push up on us.

At last, it was fucking Tobiah Weingarten in all his nerdy glory.  He slammed shut the office door behind him in a rush, squeaking over in his tennies.  He pivoted on one heel in the center of our chairs as though about to do a standup routine.  In fact, he did grin under that eagle’s nose of his and point dazzlingly at Wolf.  “Sorry I’m late.  I ran into Tracy in town and we had a nice chat.”

The ire in Wolf’s face seemed to imbue the entire room.  He’d been sitting backward in his chair, and now he half-rose, gripping the seat back, and bashed the chair angrily.  “Where the fuck—”

See, they’d been having a rivalry over this chick for quite some time.  Tracy wasn’t totally eye-banging, but those two nerds had it bad for her.  First, she’d lived with Tobiah.  Then she’d lived with Wolf.  I guessed she was currently with Wolf—not sure, really.  I knew I should take more interest in the ins and outs of my brothers’ true lives, but fuck it.  I was a busy man.

Tobiah held out a calming hand.   “Sorry to shit on your campfire, Nerdulent.”  Everyone burst out into a hearty round of laughter, seeing as how Tobiah was way nerdier than Wolf.  Wolf at least dressed the part of a brother at heart.  Tobiah wore white belts, skinny velveteen jeans, and turtlenecks.  “We just had coffee.  Nice girl, though!  Pretty green eyes—”

Before Wolf could rise like the Incredible Hulk, I put the kibosh on this whole affair.  “Enough!  Tobiah!  Explain your findings.  Who’s behind the fake news stories?”

“Well!”  Tobiah was always glad for a chance to be the center of attention, and now he literally was.  His X-Files belt buckle flashed in my face when he turned.  “Turns out it’s some guy named Noodlum.  I know, I know, not much to go on, is it?  But I delved deeper into the mystery.  Turns out the postings were coming from near the Discovery Channel Telescope—”

Lytton and Wolf gasped.

“—near Happy Jack.”

“My house!” cried Lytton.

“That’s what I thought, too.  I thought oh great, someone’s making it look like we’re stabbing each other in the back to create dissention among our ranks.  But no.  Upon further investigation, the culprit was high up in the mountains, more toward Long Lake.”

Now everyone was confused.  They all had that resting bitch face as they drew back and looked at each other suspiciously.

Could it be?  The Cutlasses hadn’t caused trouble in quite a while.  Seemed they’d burned out and faded into the rearview since my brother had taken out a few of them.  Sure, we’d stolen their workers.  But what jobs did they have going on, anyway?  They hadn’t tried to jack a truck in months.

“Cutlasses,” a few men murmured.

I said, “But who’s this Noodlum asswipe?  I know Doug Zelov, the Prez, as we all do.  Is he their IT guy?”

Toby shrugged.  “That’s where the trail went cold.  But you can bet dollars to donuts it’s the Cutlasses behind it.”

“Muldoon,” mumbled Wolf, looking at his phone.

“What?” I said.

He looked at me.  “Muldoon.  That’s Noodlum spelled backward.”

“Muldoon!” cried Fox.  “I knew a sociopath named Muldoon in my travels.”  Fox was a former hit man for the Jones cartel.  If there were sociopaths to be known, Fox was our man.  “Damn, that guy was a few clowns short of a circus.  He once left twenty legs as a warning for Ortelio Jones.  Just the legs, all arranged in a neat row like can-can dancers.  And yeah, they were all womens’ legs, all Mexicans, probably trafficked.  There were rumors he was into toon porn because once, when we almost hit him, he had to leave so fast he left a full-on bunny suit behind.”

“That would be furries, not toon porn,” said Speed, ever knowledgeable.  “They dress up in furry costumes and bump uglies in the night.”

“No, it was toon porn,” Fox said with authority.  “We found a video showing that Family Guy’s wife getting pile-driven, the usual animé, and Judy Jetson giving George a skull job.”

Duji shook his head with wonder.  “Kids these days.”

“He wasn’t stupid,” said Fox, “which made him more dangerous.  He just had splinters in the windmills of his mind, if you know what I mean.”

I did.  “You think he’s working for Zelov now?  Why else would he be up there?  That’s where their feeble shack of a clubhouse was, last I heard.”

“Hot Stuff.  Tread lightly with this Noodlum,” said Slushy.  “A pile of Mexican legs is a good sign that you don’t want to get all up in his shit.”

“They’re up in ours,” I said darkly to our lawyer.

Wolf exploded with a lip fart so resounding it made a few guys jump in their chairs.  “Holy motherfuck!  Ford!  This guy has crossed the fucking line, man!”  He stretched his arm out to hand me his phone.  I whipped it from him and read:

Woman Wearing Too Much Makeup Mistaken as Clown, Attacked by Angry Mob.

Highlighted with a photo of my wife, Madison.

It was a photo taken from her hospital’s website, but she wasn’t wearing anything that would identify her as a nurse.  She was just smiling from the shoulders on up, her little chipmunk features all shits and giggles, and she definitely didn’t have too much makeup.  The article went on, and I read aloud.

“Madison Illuminati, the wife of Bare Bones MC Prez, Ford Illuminati, was taken into custody last night in Cottonwood when her makeup scared bystanders into thinking she was a menacing clown come to lure their children into the woods.”

That’s how far I got before I slammed Wolf’s phone into the wall, and my men erupted onto their feet.

Some punched walls, too.  “Men, men!” shouted Slushy.  “Calm the fuck down!”

Duji waved a finger in my face.  “That’s the limit, Ford!  That’s the fucking limit!  These motherfuckers have pushed us over the edge!”

Sax shouted, “This is their first fucking inroad, and you know it won’t be their last!”

Faux Pas intoned between clenched teeth, “We need to have a sit-down with these dirtbags.”

Everyone was making too much noise for me to talk.  I just closed my eyes and thought Yes.  We’re having a face-to-face.

We were all going to the wall for each other.  Someone was going to pay for this libel.  God would do the accounting when it was over.



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Bestselling author Layla Wolfe likes to bring you alpha males–sometimes two at a time–and the kick-ass women who love them. Her BARE BONES MC series explores the dark, disturbing life of the biker club in Arizona. Her spinoff series THE BENT ZEALOTS MC is a gritty MM saga. THE ASSASSINS OF YOUTH tells the tale of bikers up against fanatics in Utah. She is currently at work on the next installment of THE BARE BONES.

Layla Wolfe is the pen name of multi-published erotic romance author Karen Mercury.

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Book Blitz – Solitary Man by Diane Benefiel


Title: Solitary Man
Author: Diane Benefiel
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 6, 2016
On a battlefield in Afghanistan, Sgt. Ryder Bronson makes an oath to protect his dying friend’s wife from a rogue cop—and from the passion that will threaten to overwhelm them both.




After surviving a deadly Taliban attack on his unit, Sgt. Ryder Bronson returns home to fulfill a promise—to keep his dead friend’s wife safe from a scandal so dark that it threatens her life. But protecting her from a distance is essential. To be in close contact with Brenna McMurtrey means fighting the guilt and desire waiting to destroy him. Being honest with her would reveal more than his heart can bear.




Over a year after the death of her husband, Brenna is finally ready to move on. Yet, just as she begins to push past the grief and start living again, danger rises at every turn. Several close calls prove she is the target of a sinister scheme. Nowhere is safe, especially not home. Her next-door neighbor appears to be watching her, a handsome if bad-tempered stranger who seems everywhere at once—and whose gray eyes hold an ocean of tragedy. Even if he is capable of protecting her, a part of Brenna will still be in jeopardy. The part that believes she can never love again.
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Trying to shake off the hollow feeling, she clicked through more photos. One grabbed her attention, had her frowning. It was a selfie, Kenny outside on a blazingly bright day, standing in front of a tent and holding up a thermometer showing the temperature at 122 degrees. But it was the man standing several feet behind him that had her peering closely. Out of focus, the soldier stood in profile, sunglasses on against the glare. An army t-shirt revealed a muscular build and dark hair cut military short. She studied the photo but couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. It could be him, but maybe not. She clicked the mouse to move on to the next image.She’d almost gotten to the end of the file when she found the image she’d been looking for.

Kenny had sent it after he and his sergeant had met with tribal leaders. Out of respect for their hosts, he’d said, the soldiers had dressed in the loose-fitting garb commonly worn by Afghan men. Both looked sunburnt, Kenny’s light brown hair nearly bleached blond by the sun. The wind had obviously been blowing; she could see dust billowing behind them, and they’d pulled white fabric from their tunics over their mouths and noses. She couldn’t look away from the man standing next to her husband. Slate gray eyes unrelieved by blue over sharp cheekbones. Ryder Bronson looked at her out of the photo, his arm slung loosely around Kenny’s shoulders.
Oh God. It was him. He’d served with Kenny and never said a word. Warring emotions drove her to her feet. Brenna hit print before storming out of her house and across the yard. Fury propelling her, she ran down her driveway to the gap in the split-rail fence and crossed onto Ryder’s property, the sheet of printer paper clutched in her hand. She approached the house and heard music, gritty metal, reverberating loudly through the late afternoon. At his front door she raised a fist and pounded. “Ryder! I want to talk to you!”
Waiting, barely able to contain the emotions surging inside her, she was afraid she would explode into a thousand pieces if she didn’t find a target for her anger. Ryder Bronson made a perfect target. When the door remained firmly closed, she seethed. She’d just bet he was hiding in there like a coward. “Ryder!”
Sucking in a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart. Even the knowledge that if she saw him in that moment she’d do more damage than Wade had inflicted didn’t deter her. About to knock again, she suddenly realized that the music wasn’t coming from inside the house, but from behind it. She strode around the side of the house to an open gate. Stepping through, she rounded the corner to the backyard then drew to a halting stop.
A sunroom had been built onto the back of the house and the windows were open to the outside, exercise equipment arranged around the room. Her attention zeroed in on Ryder, standing with his back to her at a chin-up bar. She stepped closer, stopping just outside the window, the music drowning out any sound of her approach.
His shaggy hair reached almost to his shoulders and he wore only a pair of athletic shorts riding low on his hips. He raised his arms, gripped the bar and, muscles bulging, sweat glistening, pulled himself up, held, then lowered back down. He had a beautiful back with wide, muscular shoulders tapering to a taut waist. A tattoo of an army insignia rippled on his right shoulder blade as he repeated the process without pause. Dismayed, Brenna realized she’d gone from raging anger to a belly-deep hunger in under ten seconds.
She wasn’t about to admit to that hunger being lust, but it sure felt like it. She tried to bring back the fury. Feeling anything close to lust for a man who wasn’t her husband, for a man who’d lied to and confused her, only made her angrier.
Wavering, unsure whether to confront him or just go back home and eat a gallon of ice cream, she found the decision made for her. A dog let out a bark from inside the room and Ryder dropped to the floor and turned to the window. He caught sight of her as two dogs tore out of the open doorway, barking furiously.
“Bruno, Winnie, shut up!”
Brenna put out a hand to the dog now busily sniffing her shoes, glad to have something to look at that wasn’t Ryder’s chest. The music cut off and in the sudden silence she lifted her head. He walked to the doorway, gaze locked on hers, wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead with a shirt wadded in his hand. A rough scar marred the skin high on his left shoulder. Throat dry, she swallowed convulsively at the play of muscles as he shook out the shirt. He raised a brow in question. “Want water?”
She shook her head. He pulled the shirt over his head before crossing the room, where he reached into a mini fridge. Returning to the doorway, eyes on hers, he tipped back the bottle, throat working as he swallowed. Screwing on the lid, he stepped across the threshold.
She took a hasty step in retreat. “Never mind. I changed my mind. I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I was going to talk to you and now I’ve decided it’s not a good idea.” It really wasn’t a good idea because confusion, need, and anger all mixed together to make her feel like a seething mess.
“Chicken? I am not chicken.” She backed up another step. “I just made a mistake coming over. People make mistakes all the time. I bet you even make mistakes. I came over to talk to you, and now I’ve decided not to.”
A shiver raced down her spine and she realized her emotions were too close to the surface. “I’m so mad at you it would be better not to talk to you right now.” Still in retreat, she held up a palm when he moved closer. “Go back to doing…” she fluttered her hand and gulped a breath, “to doing that, that muscle thing, and I’ll go back home. I’ll see you then. I mean, not then, but later.”
“Do you know you talk too much when you’re nervous?”
“I’m not nervous, I’m mad.”
“I think you’re nervous. You may be mad too, but I think you’re more nervous than mad.”
“I should know whether I’m nervous or mad. Never mind. This was a really bad impulse. Good-bye.” She turned to flee but he reached out and grabbed her hand. When she stilled, he wasn’t looking at her face. He stared at her arm, his thumb brushing across the sensitive skin where the bruises left by Wade’s fingers showed as dark smudges. Pulsing energy followed his touch along her arm. She was surprised there weren’t little crackles of electricity wherever his skin contacted hers.
“I need to go.” She felt her belly quiver.
“What’s a really bad impulse?” Even as he said the words he took the crumpled sheet of paper from her other hand. She held her breath as he let go of her and opened it. He stood motionless, studying the image. Steady eyes raised to meet hers.
“I’ve wondered if you’d figure it out.”
The soft-spoken words let loose something inside her, a wall that had held back all of the anger over Kenny’s death and the feelings of betrayal by Ryder. Without conscious thought, she raised a fist, pulled it back, and landed a solid punch in his stomach. He let out a grunt.
“You lied to me.” She let loose with another punch but this time her fist slapped into his palm as he caught it. She pulled back her left and let fly, striking him on the shoulder.
“Damn it, stop hitting me.”
She hiccoughed, then gave up trying to hold back the tears. “I don’t hit people. I never hit people.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she punched him again, attacking with emotions too long pent up. “You lied to me,” she sobbed. “You lied. You knew Kenny and you didn’t tell me.” She jerked her right hand free of his grip. Her breath heaved as she redoubled her efforts, fists pounding against his chest. He quit trying to stop the blows, instead pulling her closer, arms encircling her shoulders and making it impossible for her to get any leverage behind the punches.

“Shush, Brenna, darlin’.” He uttered the soothing words, hands moving in calming movements over her shoulders and down her back.

“Don’t you ‘shush, Brenna’ me. I’m on to you.” Her words were muffled because he’d pulled her against his chest, locking her arms against him, her cheek resting over his heart. He held her close and she took a deep breath to steady herself, his scent filling her head. Even when her mind screamed that this wasn’t right, that he wasn’t Kenny, for just a moment she let herself give in to the overwhelming need to be held. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hung on, eyes squeezed shut as a last shudder shook her body.
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Born and raised in Southern California, Diane Benefiel likes nothing better than summer. For a high school history teacher, summer means a break from teenagers and early mornings spent immersed in her current writing project. She writes what she loves to read – emotional, heart-gripping romantic suspense novels. With both kids living (mostly) out of the house, in addition to writing, she enjoys camping and gardening with her husband. Diane is an active member of two RWA chapters, East Valley Authors and Orange County. She loves hearing from readers.

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Book Blitz – Carnal Obsession: His Heart’s Prisoner by Reily Garrett



Life on the street molds emotional athletes.

Three years ago, her brother’s death marked the beginning of Kendra’s new life, an existence with no home, no family, and no friends. Time in the underground byways toughened her emotional shell with the loose association of like-minded street rats where survival meant compromise and constant vigilance.

Before he died, Billy had sent her a package in care of his teammate, Conner. For Kendra, re-entrance into polite society comes with a deadly price, as betrayal comes from both sides of the grave.

Conner Crofton owns the BDSM club Ambrosia. After failing to protect his teammate on their last covert mission, penance takes form as a promise to safeguard Billy’s little sister, a girl he’d unknowingly remanded to a world of darkness and uncertainty, deception and psychopathic stalkers.

The past will always haunt us. Each must earn forgiveness and trust as passion, guilt, deception, and betrayal, interweave a destiny formed long ago. A romantic suspense with a twist.


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“You? You own this animated horror show? Conner, what happened to you?” A decade ago, he and Billy had filled her head with fantasies only an innocent could dream, back when sex in a t-shirt carried the easy grace of a natural predator and filled her delusions of eternal love. Time had lent fuel to her imagination. Like a boiler that continued to build up too much pressure, her thoughts skated along the razor’s edge of a volcano. The age-old longing persisted despite current reality’s intervention and the memory of how Conner had led Billy into the military, to his death.

“Hello, Kendra. I’m glad you and your band could make it tonight. I look forward to hearing you sing again.” That sweltry intonation could curl an iron bar, yet there dwelt a deep sadness, as if memories pulled him down a road too often traveled.

An audible gulp. Her mouth opened and closed several times without issuing a sound.

She couldn’t look at him, not when her face flamed with the memories of first infatuation. The disappointment invading her mind now stung the back of her eyelids. “When did you turn into a pervert?” It was too much to bear. She needed the quiet and peaceful white noise of the street, wind chimes on someone’s front porch, a car backfiring, a breeze sifting through the trees and blowing the road’s detritus in small dust devils.

“Nice place you have here, Mr. Crofton.” Daeron, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward to shake Conner’s hand.

“Yeah, all it needs is some spider architecture, pointed hats, and magic wands. Oh, and I think you’re missing a vat of boiling oil.” Mumbled words lost the bite of her intent.

“Can’t say spiders do much for me, but we do have plenty of oil and violet wands. Most women think of them as magic.” Conner’s husky laugh scorched the knot in her throat like melted sand, changing its consistency until acid threatened to spew forth.

“Looks damn interesting.” Daeron’s comment would earn him an all-out brawl later.

Freaking traitor. Men always stick together.

After a moment, Conner’s words sank in. No!

“Violet? You’re gay?”

It seemed bystanders thought her a comedian or imbecile, their laughter creating more blazing heat to encompass her face.

Marc, brother of her current tormentor, took pity as he stepped forward. “Hi, Mackendra. It’s been a long time.” Sympathy radiated from him in waves to envelop her in a maelstrom of cloying, sickly sweet flashbacks she couldn’t handle. Of the four brothers, he’d been the nice one.

“Hi, Marc. Let me guess, you’re also part of this zoo?” Regardless of his intended sincerity, she couldn’t rest her gaze on either man. “This den of perverts?”

“You got it, hon. You ready to work? I’ve missed hearing your zany and spirited songs.” Marc stepped forward to offer a hug yet stopped short of contact.

No! She couldn’t abide the company of men whose lives had been twisted by pain and despair, the last men to see her brother alive. Conner’s presence ushered Billy’s last words to fill her mind before he ditched her for another military stint, his final tour. “You’re being selfish, mongrel. I need to do this, protect my brothers. You’ll be safe here, yet they won’t be unless I go back. When I return, we’ll start a new chapter in life, together.”

Well that sure as hell happened. Just not the way I’d planned.

The physical ache in her heart wasn’t relieved with the pressure of fist against chest. She turned and ran, just as she always did when the agony of memories washed over her. She would never again allow anyone to witness her suffering.


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Reily Garrett is a West Coast girl transplanted to the East Coast. Past employments as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and military police officer has given her a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her writing.

Though her kids are her life, writing is her life after. The one enjoyed…after the kids are in bed or after they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop, surrounded by her shepherds, to give her imagination free rein.

 In life, hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but your imagination can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short. Cherish your time.

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Book Blitz – Cuffs & Kink by Harley Wylde

Cuffs & Kink
Harley Wylde
(a Bad Boy romance, #2)
Publication date: November 11th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance


It was no secret that I was a man whore and enjoyed my fair share of women. Several had tried to pin me down over the years, but no way was the noose of matrimony slipping around my neck. I was a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy, and I liked my life just the way it was. Badge bunnies fell into my bed in droves, even the ones who liked to play innocent, but there was one type of woman I’d always avoided – virgins. Which makes things a little awkward when hot little Josie Wright, the reverend’s daughter, makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. Just one look at those slender legs and perky tits, and all I can think about is being balls deep inside of her, but good girls like Josie don’t hang out with bad boys like me.


I’ve always had the perfect life – loving parents and a stable home life. Until now. When my father told me I was to marry Reverend Falks, a man thirty years my senior, in exchange for our church getting a new roof, I knew he had to be kidding. The good reverend has told me in no uncertain terms that he plans to keep me barefoot and pregnant, along with some other details that make my stomach queasy. I’ll do anything to avoid my fate, even if it means falling into Officer Daniels’ bed. Except, once I’m there, I don’t want to leave. He makes me feel things I’ve never experienced before, and for the first time in my life, I’m realizing that maybe it’s good to be a little bad.

WARNING: This story contains one dirty talking hunky police officer, a sweet and innocent reverend’s daughter, and LOTS of steamy sex. Being bad has never been so good.

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“I’ll drop you by your parents’ home, and you can arrange to get your car later.”

“I don’t want to go there.”

I stopped at a four-way intersection and looked at her. “Then where do you want to go?”

“Can we just drive around for a bit?”

Holy hell. She was trying to kill me. Or get me fired, because I was pretty sure the police chief wouldn’t be too pleased to find me balls deep inside Josie Wright on the side of the road, and if she stayed in this car much longer, that was what would happen.

“Josie, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

She blinked at me innocently before her gaze dropped to my lap, and my very hard cock. Her eyes dilated and her lips parted. The way she licked her lips was enough to make my dick jerk, and I knew I had to get her out of the car and away from me as fast as possible. Either that or I was going to be very, very bad.

“Josie.” My tone came out strangled as she continued to stare.

Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes cut toward the window. I could tell she was intrigued, yet her innocence kept her from saying what was on her mind. And hell if that didn’t just turn me on even more. I’d been with more women than I could count, but damn if she didn’t make me harder than I’d ever been before. But Josie wasn’t a “right now” kind of woman. She was the forever kind. I might have been thirty-two, but I wasn’t ready for the picket fence, golden retriever in the yard, and two point five kids just yet. No, whoever plucked her cherry was going to be a lucky bastard, but I’d be willing to bet it would be her husband.



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Book Blitz – Dance To A Gypsy Beat by Diane Demetre


Dance to a Gypsy Beat, Dance of Love, Book Three                                

Love… Life’s most passionate dance

Aiden Bishop, a successful young Australian lawyer, flees from unsavory clients by taking an extended holiday in sunny Spain. At twenty-seven-years-old, Ace as he’s known to his mates because of his dare-devil attitude and sporting enthusiasm, is used to traveling alone and living life to the fullest.

Happening upon a local flamenco club in Seville, Aiden is befriended by Rafael Flores and Carla Armando, a famous flamenco couple who are well-known for their fiery performances both on and off the stage. With ancestral links to the famous gypsy flamenco dancer Carmen Amaya, Rafael and Carla have mysterious Romani culture coursing through their veins. Sensing Aiden’s love of adventure, they invite him on a road trip from the Costa Del Sol to Granada in search of Carla’s true Romani gifts. However, as the trip stretches deeper into less traveled emotional geography, long-kept secrets are exposed.

Brimming with gypsy traditions, the passion of the dance, mysterious rune readings and intrigue, Aiden finds he cannot escape his destiny no matter how far he runs.

Reader Advisory: This Erotic Contemporary Romance contains a rugged hero, feisty heroine and troubled lover with red hot dance and sex scenes

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There was no way in hell Aiden could contain himself any longer. Carla unraveled him. His emotions churned, his head spun, his heart rate jumped to about 160 beats per minute, and the excruciating ache in his groin needed attention. Aiden strode to his bedroom and closed the door softly so as not to disturb Carla, who he hoped would stay put and not venture into his room. If she did, there’d be no going back this time. He had only one good intention per night, and he’d used that already.

He collapsed on the bed, head in hands. Now with his face inclined toward his stomach, her sweet smell enveloped him. Seduced, he breathed her in, unzipped his shorts and freed his groaning cock. Licking his finger, he swiped it across his belly and tasted her. As he suspected, she was sweet, clean and moreish. He took another taste and then another. Within moments, his lips and tongue were coated in her juice, and he lay back on the bed. Closing his eyes, he visualized his sweet Carla and her delicious wet snatch. Although he’d not seen her private beauty this evening, he pictured what it would look like. Tight, full lips stretched over an apple-shaped pelvic mound. A fully waxed mons with the neatest slit exposing nothing of the delights within. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth and licked his lips. Tugging slowly at his cock, he allowed the fantasy to satisfy him. His mouth watered, longing to taste her, to fuck her, as he yanked his cock more savagely in his hand. Rigidity crawled through his body as he saw Carla’s smiling face looking at him. “I love you, Aiden. I love you.” The sound of beating flesh echoed in his bedroom as he gasped for breath. And when a low growl escaped his throat, he ejaculated thick and fierce over his belly and chest. Relief. At last.

Willing his heart rate to slow, Aiden rested for a moment, enjoying the afterglow. He heaved a satisfied sigh and rose to clean up. As he ambled into the bathroom, he realized the only disadvantage with wanking off tonight was that his pleasure had covered all of Carla’s longing she’d left on his stomach. The scent of her yearning was gone. As he stood at the basin sponging himself, he considered the delicate balance at play between the three of them. He’d not come to Spain to fall in love or ruin another couple’s relationship. More trouble was not what he wanted or needed right now. But Carla had unexpectedly stolen his heart adding a whole new complexity to his life. Getting himself caught in a three-way love affair clouded everything. He needed time to think. But as he wandered back to the living room, a persistent thought from law school dogged him. The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry…


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Award winning author, Diane Demetre is a storyteller at heart and whether entertaining, educating, speaking or writing, she is passionate about life and sharing it with her readers. She writes sensual adult love stories with a twist, featuring empowered heroines who live life to the fullest on their terms, and men willing to fulfil their fantasies.

Diane weaves the magical divine feminine through her stories… perhaps in the guise of an accidental meeting with a magnificent stranger, a crazy French tarot card reader, the voice of the Goddess in the mind of the female protagonist or a band of dancing gypsies. The divine feminine always gives a helping hand to her heroines, empowering them forward on their journey to their happy-ever-after.

The Dance of Love series consists of steamy, stand-alone, erotic romance titles with red hot ratings. Her debut novel, Dancing Queen was voted Luminosity Publishing’s Readers’ Choice Best Book and Best Cover for 2015.







Book Blitz & Re-Reveal – Trust by J.C. Valentine


by J.C. Valentine
Night Calls#3.5
Publication Date: February 12, 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance



Synopsis: A Night Calls NovellaFollowing his divorce, Felix Sinclair vowed to never commit to a woman again…until he washed up on Poppy Montgomery’s doorstep, proving that sometimes taking the road less traveled pays off.

One night of passion promised a lifetime of happiness, but when Felix begins to grow distant, disappearing for long periods of time without an explanation, Poppy begins to suspect that Felix may not be as committed to her as he claims.

They say the hardest part of love is trusting your heart to someone else, but Poppy is about to find out that sometimes the hardest part may be letting go.

Author’s Note: Please note that while TRUST can be read as a standalone, it is a continuation of Poppy and Felix’s story from STRANDED, book #1 in the Night Calls series.

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Synopsis: Burned, Felix Sinclair has all but vowed never to get seriously involved with another woman as long as he lives. After a long day’s work, Felix is looking forward to getting back to his luxury apartment in the city. When he detours onto a road less traveled in order to shave off some travel time, the last thing he expects is to wind up stranded in a roadside ditch in the middle of a downpour–or to fall into the arms of a beautiful woman.

Recently divorced, jobless, friendless and utterly alone, Poppy Montgomery is struggling to convince herself that single life is what she wants–needs. Then a handsome stranger staggers into her life and sparks fly. Riding out the storm together, their instant connection seems like the perfect opportunity to explore a night of passion, but will one night be enough to satisfy their craving for one another?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Stranded is the first in an interconnected series of erotic romance. Each book can be read as a stand alone, but you will find that each new character has been previously introduced in some way. As an introduction to the series,Stranded is a novella, but rest assured each new addition will be a full length novel worth sinking your teeth into.

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Synopsis: Mercurial and charming, Tate Larson is a rising author and playboy who has a different woman on his arm every night of the week. Focused on his work, Tate has no plans to settle down any time soon. That is until he meets his pretty new assistant, Piper Donovan.

Desperate to escape the promise of backwater living, Piper ditched her Alabama hometown and never looked back. That was almost two years ago. Now that she is out of a job and her bank account is running on fumes, she’s desperate to find a job, fast. She finds the break she is searching for when she lands a position at Bookish Temptations. A little dancing and a lot of drinks with the girls seem the perfect way to celebrate. After a brief but explosive encounter with a man she was never supposed to see again turns out to be the same man she will be bending over backwards to please, her every instinct tells her to run. But when running means leaving the life she has struggled so hard to create, Piper decides her only option is to continue working for the devastatingly sexy Tate Larson…even if it kills her.

Unable to deny their growing attraction, they struggle to keep their distance in a relationship that requires anything but.

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Synopsis: After finding herself out of luck and out of love, Patricia Jacobs has written off the male species. No one but her father has ever given her the love and devotion she knows she deserves, and she’s sick and tired of it. Until she collides, literally, with a man whose devastating smile and seductive charm that should be considered illegal, destroys her plans. He’s everything she’s ever dreamed of in a man: handsome, intelligent, successful, they share a love of cars and best of all; he looks at her like she’s his light in the dark. What more could a girl ask for?

Jonathon Bradshaw, destroyed by a past that has haunted his every waking moment for the last five years, isn’t looking for a serious relationship, until he meets Patricia. Sweet, saucy and as hot as the summer is long, Jon can’t deny the draw he has toward her. For the first time, he has hope. Determined to shake the ghosts of his past, Jon focuses on forging a future with Patti, but he’s always been a master at standing in his own way.

When Jon’s past refuses to be forgotten, will Patti be able to live with the truth about the man who’s stolen her heart?

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JC Valentine

J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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