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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Give Me Books Presents: Fast by Gillian Archer; #ReleaseBoost, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #OnSale, #LimitedTime, #Giveaway



Title: Fast: A Pregnant by the Bad Boy Romance
Series: Burns Brothers #2
Author: Gillian Archer
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 15, 2019

Blurb:

Family means everything to this tattooed bad boy--good thing since he's about to start his own.
I wanted her the first time I laid eyes on her. But what starts as a fun time, quickly gets serious when the stick turns pink a month later. My life is already chaos with my recently paroled father popping up and the usual drama at the family business building custom motorcycles. Plus our reality show just got picked up for a full season.

But it really hits the fan when I discover that the new woman in my life is the daughter of the President of the West Coast Kings, the baddest motorcycle club in Sacramento--and our biggest client. Think he'll like being called Grandpa?

Life just got hella complicated.

A standalone book in the Burns Brothers series




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Excerpt:

I pulled away with a soft laugh. “We better get to the bed before I lose the ability to use my knees.”
“Lead the way.” I rolled my eyes, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the bed.
Turning, I sat on the edge of the bed and eyed Ryan expectantly. How did I do this again?
Ryan chuckled as he toed off his work boots. They fell to the floor with a thump. “You should see your face right now.”
“Do I look freaked? Because I feel kinda freaked. I don’t know how to do this. I mean, I’ve done this before—just not this this, ya know?”
“Hey, hey.” Ryan sat next to me on the edge of the bed. “There’s no right way or wrong way to do this. There’s no game plan or checklist or whatever. We just do whatever feels right, whatever you want.”
“Okay.” I gave a shuddering sigh as I looked into his gorgeous eyes.
“Then I want you to kiss me.”
“Maybe we should—”
“No. You said whatever feels right. And it always feels right when you kiss me.” I leaned into him and his arm came around my shoulders and settled in a way that just…felt right. “Please.” Ryan groaned. “Christ. You have no idea what
it does to me when you bring out the eyes. You could ask me anything, and I’d probably do it.”
“Then kiss me already.”
He leaned toward me, his lips hovering over mine, and then he whispered, “As long as you promise to only use your powers for good.”
“No promises,” I whispered back.
Ryan’s eyes flared and he groaned. “Fuck me.”
Then his lips covered mine, and I lost the ability to think. All I could do was feel. His amazing lips. The way his hair felt in my hands because I had to hold him somewhere. The way my heart raced when he suckled on my tongue.
Minutes later I was the one tugging frantically at his clothing because I had to feel him. Everywhere.
Ryan’s laugh was husky in my ear and made me want to moan. “I think the only thing hotter than your gorgeous eyes is how eager you are right now.”
I swung my leg over his hips so I could straddle him. Looking into his eyes, I smiled wickedly.
Ryan cleared his throat unevenly. “Uh, I stand corrected. Apparently you can get way hotter.”
The power I felt in that moment… The fact that I had this man, this crazy hot guy, so worked up and just willing to do anything that I wanted? I think I could’ve come from that thought alone.
Then I pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Or maybe the view of his hard, tattooed body would send me over the edge.
I ran an appreciative hand over the art covering his chest and arms. The heart on his left pec with “family” written in script. The flamed motorcycle racing down his arm. And the muscles. Sweet baby Jesus, the muscles! He had so many muscles I couldn’t even…
He took advantage of my temporary paralysis and tugged my shirt up and over my head. A reverent expression stole across his face. “Ah, Hope. You’re just…”
He trailed off in a groan before he took my lips again in a harsh, hungry kiss.
I ached to feel those lips on my nipples. Unconsciously arching toward him, I moaned into his mouth. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra but my fingers were swiftly batted away by Ryan’s.
He made quick work of the clasp and then my bra was falling down my arms, baring me to Ryan’s hungry eyes.
“Christ, they’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.” He lifted a hand and cupped the underside of my left breast.
My cheeks heated with his compliment. Or the contact. I didn’t know which. I bit my lip and looked down at where his tanned, calloused fingers held my pale breast. “You’ve been thinking about my boobs for a while?”
Ryan groaned and brushed his stubbled cheek against my nipple. “All night. And occasionally when I was alone the last few months. I couldn’t get you out of my head after that first night. How you looked. That scent. The way your voice sounded.”
“And my boobs?” I teased. But still, I was caught by the way he remembered me. I’d had such an impact on him that he thought about me, too?
“There’s no way to get these babies out of my mind.” Ryan murmured as he rasped his cheek against my hard nipple again. Then he finally stopped teasing me and gave what I craved. He captured the tip of my breast in his mouth and
suckled hard.
And I melted. I think I groaned or something. I know I burrowed a hand into his hair and held him against me. Like I was afraid he’d try to get away.
Ryan pulled back—as much as my greedy hands would let him—and blew gently on my wet nipple before turning his head and laving attention on my other, poor, neglected tip.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as the sensations shrouded me.  I wanted more. I wanted deeper. I wanted him all. My thighs clenched and I was seconds away from my second orgasm of the night when Ryan pulled away with a
groan.
“Shit, beautiful.” His breath was warm against my shoulder. “You keep grinding on me like that and this show is gonna be over before I even get out of my pants.”


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Author Bio:


Gillian has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to read—the hotter the better!

When Gillian’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling with her husband.

Home is currently in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.


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Friday, January 20, 2017

TRSOR Promotions Presents: Wonder F*ck by Maggie Marr; #CoverReveal, #ComingSoon

“I’ve got everything a woman wants and all in one tight, well-muscled, long, hard package.”

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Blurb:

They call me the Wonder F*ck.  Why? Because I’ve got a rocket in my pocket and I live to take you for a ride. I’ve got everything a woman wants and all in one tight, well-muscled, long, hard package. My goal is to make you come so hard and so often that you finally understand your innate power and how absolutely-fucking beautiful you are. Because every woman is beautiful. Being the Wonderf*ck is my vocation and all I ever wanted to be...or so I thought.

Until Tara.

My sexy-neighbor with her douche-nugget ex-fiance. Tara and I weren’t friends, barely acquaintances, until the tears, and the fist-fight, and then...the sex. Now what do I do? I can’t be me when I'm with her and I can’t be Wonder F*ck. I want her, but having Tara means watching the walls of my carefully crafted existence crumble and fall and while I have the strength to provide countless orgasms, I’m not sure if I have the strength to love.   


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EXCERPT:

Los Angeles is a small town. I know it seems impossible to believe, unless you live here, but it is. It’s pockets of small communities stacked beside each other. My parents were raised here, I’ve lived here my entire life except during college, my sister is a Judge here. At this stage there is one degree of separation between everyone--including celebrities.
I suppose it’s inevitable.
I stand in Gelson’s. I grasp a tomato. Which one is firm and round and needs to be grilled this afternoon? I hear a cart before I see her. I glance up.
Her face turns red. A pinkish blush. She swallows. She’s not nearly as ‘done up’ as she was when we were together. It’s not Natasha, or Shelly or Carolyn or Leslie or my personal longest vocation Cheryl. This woman is many many women back--six or seven.
Jennifer.
This woman gave me the name of Jennifer. I don’t flinch. I smile. I don’t give her any hint of recognizing her. I don’t let on as though I’ve caressed every inch of skin. Pulled the nipples of her perky breasts now hidden behind a sweatshirt with Stanford emblazoned across the front into my mouth. I don’t let on that I remember she has a special penchant for fucking in the bathtub or that she likes to be blindfolded while having sex. No. I push all of the sexual specifics, every last lovely detail from my mind. I compartmentalize—as men are so very able to do—and I simply smile and say, “Hello.”
Her head jerks back and the skin between her eyebrows creases. One quick breath, as though she considers whether she’s lost her mind.
“Never able to pick a good tomato.” I continue. “They’re always mealy when I get them home.”
Now she’s uncertain. Uncertain that I’m the man she thinks I am. It’s been over a year and her memory of our time together, while so vivid she can feel every touch, every thrust, in fact I’d bet her panties are wet right now, she’s unsure. I mean people do look substantially different when they’re fucking.
“You want to go with firm.” She lifts a tomato and presses the taut red fruit to her nose. Her gaze meets mine. No, no, she knows it’s me. Her tongue flicks out over her lips. “This one is the one you want.” She holds out the juicy flesh toward me.
I take it. Our fingers touch. A zing pulses through me and I’m hard. Simple as that. Hard as a rock.
“Thank you.” I lift an eyebrow and tilt my head and walk away from the produce and toward check-out. I don’t sleep with every woman that calls. Nor is every number with Wonderfuck scrawled above it mine. I’m selective. Careful. Detailed. One can’t be too careful when meeting women to fuck away their insecurities and heart break.  As for the other men who share my name and my vocation. I’ve not met them, perhaps we should form a club.
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About the Author:
maggie marr bio.jpgMaggie Marr has fifteen years in the Hollywood trenches. Parties? Check. Stars? Check. Parties with Stars behaving badly....Check, check, and double checkity-check! Names? (She'll never tell.....) Look for her latest romantic comedy; Wonderf*ck on 1/31/17

When you pick up a Maggie Marr book, you'll always get your dose of hot men, strong women with amazing friends, and steamy sex. Never miss any of Maggie's hot new books, follow her here on Amazon and sign up for her newsletter at: www.maggiemarr.net.


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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Give Me Books Presents: Machine by Normandie Alleman; #ReleaseBlitz, #NowAvailable, #Giveaway




Title: Machine: A Bad Boy Romance
Series: Barnes Family #2
Author: Normandie Alleman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2016


Blurb:


The Queen of Reality TV meets the Kingpin of Porn

She’s trying to clean up her act.
He’ s a purveyor of filth.
It will never work.
But don’t tell them that.

Dynassy Barnes isn’t known for her big heart.

She is, however, known for her heart-shaped ass and the selfies she shares with her army of social media followers. So when she meets a handsome former SEAL, she thinks she may have scored a love connection and a way to redeem her reputation with fans.

Bridger Thompson is a man of many secrets.

When an explosion in Iraq damaged his ability to satisfy his then-fiance, he never dreamed the machine he built to carry out his husbandly duties would turn into a business featuring women pleasuring themselves with it on camera. A business that could never be associated with The Barnes’ Family, the darlings of reality TV.

But Dynassy stirs a desire Bridger hasn’t felt in years, and he’s dead set on laying claim to the famous beauty—even though he fears he won’t be able to love her the way she deserves.

For that, he’d need to become a MACHINE.


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Excerpt:

I yawned and was about to pull out my phone when one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen walked through the door.

The vibe that entered the room with him was so intense that I almost giggled out loud like a schoolgirl. His sandy-brown hair had just enough curl to give it a mind of its own, and make him look like he’d spent the day surfing. Or maybe doing something more naughty to mess it up.

To my disappointment his navy blue coveralls didn’t have his name scrawled on them, but I did notice a line of tattooed blue stars trailing down one side of his neck, and it made me wonder where that tattoo ended and what other ones he was hiding beneath his clothes. He moved with the grace more common of an athlete than a mechanic, and his green eyes had a soulful intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

“How can we help you today?” The Adonis spoke, startling me from my thoughts. His voice was deep and sexy and I wanted to hear more of it.

“Um, I dropped my car off last week, but before I wrecked it, it was giving me some problems.”

“What kind of problems?”

“Like a squeaking problem.”

“Were there times it did it more than others?”

Now I felt stupid, and I wished I could drive the car for him and let him hear it for himself, but I jacked it up pretty good when I hit that tree.

“Not really?”

There I went sounding tentative again.

“It’s probably a belt. We can fix it.”

The confidence in his voice made me think this man could take care of any problems a girl might have.


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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. A shamelessly proud basketball mom, Normandie lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587 (Use all CAPS).
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