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Monday, May 9, 2016

Release Blitz: CONVICTION by Ellie Danes

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Synopsis

Ayden King has no one to blame but himself. He took the fall for his best friend and after fifteen years in prison, he’s finally out and determined to turn his life around. Locked up when he was barely 18, he went in a nice, innocent kid, and came out a hardened bad boy with an attitude. But Ayden never expected that life on the outside would turn out like this. Autumn Bishop has worked her way to the top.

She doesn’t have time for games or players, but that’s exactly what she’s surrounded herself with and when Ayden King stumbles into her life, she learns that you can’t always judge a person by their conviction. She finds herself turned off and turned on at the same time. Conviction is a steamy, bad boy romance filled with twists and turns.

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Ellie Danes is a romance writer, reader and lover. Her books contain steamy plots and scenes that will send you running for a cold shower or your lover.


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Sunday, May 8, 2016

SALE & Excerpt: FORGOTTEN PROMISES by Jessica Lemmon


Forgotten Promises
By: Jessica Lemmon
Released January 19th, 2016
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Blurb

In an edgy, seductive novel hailed by Rachel Van Dyken as “unique and gripping,” Jessica Lemmon introduces the ultimate bad boy . . . and a love that crosses all boundaries.


Morgan Young had a perfect upbringing, and now she’s got a perfect boyfriend and a perfect future—until her twenty-first birthday changes everything. First Morgan finds out, in the most painful way possible, that her relationship is a sham. But that’s nothing compared to the nightmare about to unfold.

It’s too late for Tucker Noscalo. A brutal childhood left him with a bad reputation and a criminal record. Fresh out of jail, Tucker has a score to settle with Baybrook’s crooked chief of police—his own father. Nobody will believe Tucker’s explosive accusations without proof and a good lawyer, neither of which he has on his side. Until he sees someone he used to know, someone who just so happens to be the daughter of the best lawyer in the county.

He needs Morgan to convince her father of the ugly truth. But first he has to convince her, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get her to listen. Confronted by the story of Tucker’s dark past, Morgan feels utterly compelled to help him. And as their connection grows into a fierce bond fueled by raw passion, Morgan finds herself falling for the wrong guy—but never has the promise of love felt so right.

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Tucker
Things aren’t exactly going my way. My breath burns heavy and hot in my lungs as I run. And run and run and run.
Not that I should have expected them to go smoothly. After years spent under my father’s command or seeking freedom from it, it’s eerily unsurprising to find I’ve landed myself in this much trouble just one day after getting released from prison.
Yeah. I said prison.
But I didn’t belong there.
I don’t intend on going back.
Working out in the yard at Baybrook Penitentiary, jogging the perimeter every chance I got, has paid off. Blood is drying on my shirt, the sting of broken flesh on my knuckles a physical reminder of what I am capable of. I dig deep and find the strength to run faster.
Now to find a car. I had a friend when I was on the outside. He owed me a favor. I cut across a yard and skirt a big wooden playground set with brightly colored plastic tubes and slides, wondering what it might have been like to grow up in a house like this. I wonder if the kids were protected. Safe. Loved.
But I don’t have time to do a postmortem on my childhood. Praying no one is looking out of a window, I leap a fence to an attached apartment complex and land on my feet on a crumbling pile of asphalt. The weeds are overgrown, the trees scraggly. There is junk in the yard and garbage in the lot proving that the people who live here don’t give a shit about appearances.
Or much of anything.
People like us have our reasons for feeling that way.
If Lady Luck is any friend at all, she’ll shine on me, and Mark’s Dodge Charger will be parked in exactly the same spot as when he and I used to break laws together. Minor laws. We didn’t kill anybody or anything.
I slink past a few other cars parked under a dilapidated awning, and spot Mark’s Dodge, Chelsea (named for an ex-girlfriend), parked outside of his garage. Similar to the real Chelsea, the car is dull and kind of dirty. But for my needs, the car may as well have a light from heaven shining upon her. This is a blessing when I need one most.
I calm my walk as I approach his driveway, edging along grass that needs mowed and taking a peek through a pair of partially open shabby curtains. My former good buddy is sprawled on his couch snoring, mouth wide open. I wonder if he was able to keep his job at the gravel pit, or if he was fired for one of many reasons he’d been fired from everywhere else. I smile as I remember the fun we had together. Feels like about a hundred years ago, even though it’s been more like two. “Fun” had been a rare commodity in my world back then, and right about now it is extinct.
I consider knocking on his door, asking if I can borrow Chelsea, but I don’t consider for long. The debate lasts exactly two seconds before I turn away from Mark’s window and walk to the car I’m about to appropriate for myself. She’s unlocked so I slide onto the seat and palm the steering wheel, ignoring the sting on my knuckles as I grip the wheel. I haven’t driven a car in a while—not since I stole my father’s Explorer one fated night, and being in the driver’s seat sends a rush of intoxicating freedom surging through my veins.
Freedom I can’t allow to be taken from me. Not again. Not ever.
I am prepared to hot-wire her, a handy trick, but then check the glove compartment—the stupidest place to keep a set of keys second only to the visor.
There, beneath the expired registration is a key taped to the vinyl cover of the owner’s manual.
Jackpot.
Before my luck runs out—given the way every other damn thing has worked out tonight, it very well might—I jam the key in the ignition and turn over her blubbering engine. Loud. Way too f*cking loud.
As I back out of the driveway, Mark’s door swings open. He lumbers out, wearing boxers and nothing else, rubbing his eyes, his hair and beard scraggly. I stomp on the brakes and shift in to drive. Mark’s stark confusion fades and he smiles.
It’s as good as getting his permission. I jerk my chin in a silent good-bye and gun the engine. The fuel gauge reads three-quarters full, plenty of gas to get me to the sh*ttiest convenience store I can find. I need supplies for where I’m going and if the place is shady enough, the clerk won’t bat an eyelash at my T-shirt covered in blood. One hand gripping the wheel, I keep my eyes on the road while searching the front and back for something to change into. Surely Mark has left a shirt or— My fingers curl around something cool and slick in the back seat and I pull it into my lap. The dark leather smells like pot, and has seen better days—like the nineties—but the jacket will have to do. At least it’ll cover my shirt.
My bleeding knuckles, however . . . I shake my hand out as I pass a Waffle House, several semis parked in the lot, the inside well lit—a little too well lit. Stopping even briefly to wash my hands is tempting, but risky. I settle for the napkins I spotted in the glove compartment when I was digging for the keys.
Alternating hands on the steering wheel, I wipe as gently as possible, grateful that most of the blood isn’t mine and consider I’m luckier than I gave myself credit for a moment ago. My father was always a fighter. I’ve seen him take down a man twice my size—one who was out-of-his-mind high. I shouldn’t have been a challenge for him tonight, but I had the element of surprise.
What I didn’t have was the proof I went to my childhood home to reclaim. The videotape that would exchange mine and my father’s places in the eyes of the law and anyone with a functioning conscious. The plan was to send him to prison, not send myself back. It was time. Jeremy is gone. Mom is safely out of the country.
But now . . . now I don’t know what the hell to do. Without proof of what he’s done, it’s my word against my father’s, and there’s no doubt who the masses will believe.
I have no idea how I’m going to get that tape. It isn’t as if I can go back and ring the doorbell. It’s not like I can go to the police and plead my side of the story.
There isn’t much sympathy for the ex-con who beats the police chief unconscious. Especially when the police chief is his father.



Author Info


A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.





Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Release Blitz: SEXY BASTARDS ANTHOLOGY


Book Title:  Sexy Bastards Anthology
Genre: Steamy Romance (Biker and Bad Boy)
 Publisher: Independent
Date of Publication:  Feb 8 2016

About the Anthology

A Collection of Bad Boy, Biker and Alpha Romance Stories
Featuring New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors. 12 top selling authors bring you 12 never-before-published Hot and Steamy Romance stories

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Christine Bell - SWITCHBLADE
Michael Blade has always thought of Kaitlin Pepper as the irritatingly prissy girl next door, but when she mistakes him for his twin and shows up at his house wearing only a trench coat and a shaky smile, he starts to reconsider...
Bella Wild - BAD BOY BIKER
Jessie used to think being a parolee psychologist was her way of helping ex-cons get a second chance as they integrated back into society--until she met Jace. He's the angry, inked, biker ex-con who refuses rehabilitation and insists on getting under her skin.
Sierra Rose - FORBIDDEN
This is the fu---- up version of Romeo and Juliet MC Club style...imagine Juliet a pistol, and Romeo a sexy, bad ass with wicked tats....oh, did I mention there's lots of cursing, leather-clad bikers, motorcycles, and sex?
Lexy Timms - BILLIONAIRE BIKER
Katie's not your usual rich girl, and Morgan's not your typical biker. Falling for each other is inevitable, but what will happen when their worlds collide?
Dale Mayer - SALVATION
Beaten. Broken. Finished.
An abused wife meets the most unlikeliest of angels - a man who looks like the very devil himself. He won't let her give up. Nor will he let her go. Will he be yet another captor or will he become her salvation?
Lisa Ladew - THE BIKER'S SECRET TORMENT
He'd loved her for as long as he could remember, but he would never pursue her, because he alone knew he was responsible for the one thing she would never forgive anyone for. When she starts to pursue him though, he doesn't think he can keep his distance.
Cassie Alexandra - TAMING THE BIKER
After a short fling with hell-raising womanizer, Taylor (Tail) Adams, Lauren Macey discovers that she's pregnant with the biker's child. Knowing that the MC lifestyle isn't what she wants for their baby, and that Tail isn't exactly 'father' material, Lauren decides not to tell him. This proves challenging, especially when she realizes that he isn't ready to end their affair...
Tasha Lyons - BIKER BLUES BABY
Morgan and Jazz have dealt with most of the horrific problems that plagued their fledging relationship, at least they hope so. But just as one horrific set of troubles falls away, another interesting one comes into play. Will they survive this one too?
C.J. Pinard - ANTIHERO
Can a street punk on the wrong path be transformed into a military killing machine? Once he's been"rehabilitated", Ellis Anderson is determined to show the woman he loves that he's nothing like both the lives he's left behind. But actions speak louder than words - and he has a lot of work ahead of him.
C.C. Cartwright - JUST LOVE ME
Justin can't get Sloane out of his head. He pushes her away for being his little sister's best friend, but now that she's filled out in all the right places, will he be able to resist the innocent, yet enticing woman she has become?
Kane is now top dog in the Rugged Angels MC, and has slept with half the eligible biker chicks in Tucson. He meets his match when Kim, daughter of his club's former president, just won't give in to his usual tricks.
Kylie Walker - INDECENT DESIRES
District Attorney Eric Steel is used to getting his way, and when he meets the new intern hired for his team, he wants her: preferably stripped down and bound to his bed. From the moment Crystal Reid first obediently whispers "Yes, Mr. Steel," he knows she's perfect for him. He has less than 1 week to convince her...and he doesn't plan on taking no for an answer.
Kendra Wild - BADASS
The company recruited Nick Taylor from the US Army Special Forces and turned him into a mean machine. His first undercover assignment - to pursue and protect Nicole Hunt, a crucial federal witness with dark secrets

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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Pre-Order & Giveaway: SEXY BASTARDS ANTHOLOGY






Steamy Romance (Biker and Bad Boy)

Date of Publication:  Feb 8 (currently available for preorder)

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A Collection of Bad Boy, Biker and Alpha Romance Stories

Featuring New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors. 12 top selling authors bring you 12 never-before-published Hot and Steamy Romance stories


Christine Bell - SWITCHBLADE

Michael Blade has always thought of Kaitlin Pepper as the irritatingly prissy girl next door, but when she mistakes him for his twin and shows up at his house wearing only a trench coat and a shaky smile, he starts to reconsider...

Bella Wild - BAD BOY BIKER

Jessie used to think being a parolee psychologist was her way of helping ex-cons get a second chance as they integrated back into society--until she met Jace. He's the angry, inked, biker ex-con who refuses rehabilitation and insists on getting under her skin.

Sierra Rose - FORBIDDEN

This is the fu---- up version of Romeo and Juliet MC Club style...imagine Juliet a pistol, and Romeo a sexy, bad ass with wicked tats....oh, did I mention there's lots of cursing, leather-clad bikers, motorcycles, and sex?

Lexy Timms - BILLIONAIRE BIKER

Katie's not your usual rich girl, and Morgan's not your typical biker. Falling for each other is inevitable, but what will happen when their worlds collide?

Dale Mayer - SALVATION

Beaten. Broken. Finished.

An abused wife meets the most unlikeliest of angels - a man who looks like the very devil himself. He won't let her give up. Nor will he let her go. Will he be yet another captor or will he become her salvation?

Lisa Ladew - THE BIKER'S SECRET TORMENT

He'd loved her for as long as he could remember, but he would never pursue her, because he alone knew he was responsible for the one thing she would never forgive anyone for. When she starts to pursue him though, he doesn't think he can keep his distance.

Cassie Alexandra - TAMING THE BIKER

After a short fling with hell-raising womanizer, Taylor (Tail) Adams, Lauren Macey discovers that she's pregnant with the biker's child. Knowing that the MC lifestyle isn't what she wants for their baby, and that Tail isn't exactly 'father' material, Lauren decides not to tell him. This proves challenging, especially when she realizes that he isn't ready to end their affair...

Tasha Lyons - BIKER BLUES BABY

Morgan and Jazz have dealt with most of the horrific problems that plagued their fledging relationship, at least they hope so. But just as one horrific set of troubles falls away, another interesting one comes into play. Will they survive this one too?

C.J. Pinard - ANTIHERO

Can a street punk on the wrong path be transformed into a military killing machine? Once he's been"rehabilitated", Ellis Anderson is determined to show the woman he loves that he's nothing like both the lives he's left behind. But actions speak louder than words - and he has a lot of work ahead of him.

C.C. Cartwright - JUST LOVE ME

Justin can't get Sloane out of his head. He pushes her away for being his little sister's best friend, but now that she's filled out in all the right places, will he be able to resist the innocent, yet enticing woman she has become?

Bella Love-Wins - DOG

Kane is now top dog in the Rugged Angels MC, and has slept with half the eligible biker chicks in Tucson. He meets his match when Kim, daughter of his club's former president, just won't give in to his usual tricks.

Kylie Walker - INDECENT DESIRES

District Attorney Eric Steel is used to getting his way, and when he meets the new intern hired for his team, he wants her: preferably stripped down and bound to his bed. From the moment Crystal Reid first obediently whispers "Yes, Mr. Steel," he knows she's perfect for him. He has less than 1 week to convince her...and he doesn't plan on taking no for an answer.

Kendra Wild - BADASS

The company recruited Nick Taylor from the US Army Special Forces and turned him into a mean machine. His first undercover assignment - to pursue and protect Nicole Hunt, a crucial federal witness with dark secrets



Featured Excerpts

Forbidden by Sierra Rose

“I can’t stop thinking about her,” I said.

“She’s off limits. You know that. Her old man will shoot you dead. So stay the f*ck away from that broad!”

“But I love a challenge…The more I can’t have her, the more I want her.”

“C’mon, man. She’s forbidden fruit.”

“I want to snatch that fruit off that tree…and just take one taste.”

“Look what happened to Eve,” he said. “Except she’ll make out better than you will. Because you’ll be dead when her dad catches you sniffing around his precious princess. You can’t pursue a doomed romance.”

“Is there such a thing as forbidden soul mates?”

“That girl will rip your soul in half.”

I laughed.

He sipped his beer. “There’s never a dull moment with Selene.”

“No, there’s not.”

“But seriously? Is she worth dying for? You need to ask yourself that question.”

“I’ve asked myself that question a million times. And it’s why I stay away.”

“Then keep doing what you’re doing. Because it’s good for your health. And why do you want to get involved with a crazy girl, anyway? She pushes the limits and constantly rides the edge.”

“And she does it fearlessly. That’s what I love about her. She’s not like any other girl I’ve ever met. She’s got spunk. She’s smart, spontaneous, a thrill-seeker, a risk-taker, and she loads of fun. Did I mention the fact she drives me absolutely insane? And her smile… There is nothing sexier to me than a woman’s smile.”

“I think it’s the thrill of the hunt. Men are aggressive by nature, and once we devour our prey, we’re off on the next hunt.”

“It’s more than that. She challenges me…inspires me like no other girl.”

“She’s toxic,” he said.

“Try….intoxicating.”

He threw his arms up in the air. “Okay, I give up. I think you’ve lost your mind because all you think of is the crazy sex you’ll get.”

“Crazy in the best way possible. But she’s not a whore. Crazy, yes. Loose? No. She doesn’t sleep around. She’s just wild and carefree.”

He nodded. “Selene’s like a wild horse that can’t be broken.”

“I’ll break her. You can count on that.”

“You tame her? Good luck. Besides, the wild ones are rarely relationship material anyway.”

“Who says I’m looking for a relationship?”

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Billionaire Biker by Lexy Timms

Tall, lean and curved in all the right places. Her breasts were on full display in a crisp red top that contrasted perfectly with her wide-legged white slacks. Her blondish-brown hair had been twisted into a perfect fishtail braid and the expensive, oversized sunglasses on her face hid her eyes but not her straight nose or full, lush mouth.

She was definitely in the wrong place. Morgan had seen her type before, curious rich girls from the other side of town slumming it up in the biker bar, grabbing their chests in excitement as they eagerly stepped in the door, blinking from the strong sunlight outside.

None of them ever dared to cross that threshold during the night hours, they came in the day—usually with one or two of their friends, all of them giggling madly at their own daring. Morgan tossed back a shot and watched her. He wasn’t the only one. Heads turned all over the place.

During the day the crowd was not so much biker as it was folks who just liked to ride. There was a definitive difference. Most of the people seated at the tables or who bellied up to the bar didn’t wear a patch, and if they did, those colors belonged to small obscure clubs, little vanity clubs made up of rich guys who wanted to be bikers on the weekends, and hedge managers during the week. The woman strolling across the floor fit in with them, for all he knew she was there to meet one of them.

Her perfume hit his nose. It was spicy and rich, and her ass was on full display as she leaned across the bar, causing those pants to pull taut across the pert slopes of her bottom. His eyes went right to those firm, uplifted cheeks.

Her voice, a sweet and slightly husky thing, filtered through the air as she said, “I’d like Maker’s Mark and a twist of lemon. Just a twist, not a huge wedge please.”

Jack, the burly bartender, gave her a filthy look and stalked off. Her red-hued nails tapped the bar. Morgan shook his head and took another sip of his drink. He had more important things to think about than this woman, but he couldn’t seem to get his mind off her, or his eyes either.

“He’s probably going to give me the whole damn lemon.”

There was amusement in her voice. Her fingers lay on the bar and he stared down at them before saying, “You’ll be lucky if he only gives you one.”

“Damn! Hoisted by my own petard. Or pickiness. Whichever suits the current situation.”

He chuckled, surprised by her wit. She whipped the glasses off to reveal a set of baby-blue eyes surrounded by a thick fringe of black lashes. He looked away. He had to keep his mind focused. Dealing with Craig was always tricky, dealing with Craig when he’d pulled some dumb-f*ck move that could get the whole club in trouble was worse. The last thing he needed was to be distracted.

But what a freakin’ beautiful disaster of a distraction.

Jack came back and plunked a heavy tumbler filled with two fingers of whiskey onto the counter. He held the lemon half up in the air and gave it a hard twist. Morgan winced as a long squirt of lemon juice filled the glass, causing the lovely amber whiskey to turn cloudy.

Jack said, “With a twist, just like you ordered.”

Her hand shot out. She picked up the glass and turned it up, drinking down the vile-looking concoction. She set the glass down and gave Jack a creamy smile. “Perfect. Thanks. How much?”

She had guts. Morgan admired that and he saw the unwilling grin tugging at Jack’s lips. Morgan leaned in. “I got it.”
Jack nodded and walked away.

Her head turned. “Thanks but that’s not necessary.”

A closer look revealed her youth. Early twenties. Morgan grinned and shook his head. “I can’t believe you drank that.”

Her smile widened, revealing square white teeth. “I won’t believe it either later, I’m sure.”

He laughed, he couldn’t help it. He also couldn’t help asking, “No offense but what brought you in here, to the Orphan Pint bar?”

She sighed. “I’m escaping my boss.”

“I see.”

She checked her watch and rolled her eyes. “I should probably get back.”

“Or quit your job.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice? Just chuck it all and walk away.”

“It is.” His eyes met hers. “What do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Her teeth went to her bottom lip. “I’m an assistant.”

“Like a personal assistant?”

“Yes.” She thought for a moment and added, “For the Wilkes family.”

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Just Love Me by C.C. Cartwright

Justin POV.

I’m enjoying a day at the beach and my sister Kylie shows up with her little posse of girlfriends. None of them are much to look at, except for one, and she looks vaguely familiar.

I admire her from a distance for a good part of the day. As I play volleyball with my buddies, she comes and watches. Of course I put on a show for her. You see, I’m Gods gift to women. I have a hard, lean body, which I work hard at maintaining, and the chicks dig it. I see Kylie’s sexy friend looking in my direction.

We take a break and decide to go and cool off in the waves. While my buddies and I are body surfing, I see Kylie’s enticing friend standing at the water’s edge in her teeny weeny bikini. I decide to venture onto shore and approach her as I walk out of the water.

“Hi Justin, don’t you remember me?” I hear a very feminine voice greet me as I walk up to her.

“Wait a minute, is that you, Sloane?” I finally realize who she is.

“Yes, don’t you recognize me?” She shoves me teasingly with her soft hands, making the skin on my wet chest sizzle.

“You’ve grown up,” I say, making no bones about eyeing her from head to toe and she actually blushes.

“So I’ve been told,” she says.

“How long has it been since I’ve laid eyes on you?” I eye her again.

“Too long,” she says in her seductive voice.

“What are you up to now?”

“I’m in my last year at Pepperdine,” she replies. So she is still local for me and my ears perk up, as well as other parts of my body.

“How about you?”

“I live and work in LA now,” I reply.

“Oh, that’s right, Kylie told me.”

The amount of sex appeal she packs in that petite frame of hers would have a guy hard in seconds. I’m already dying to get in between those long, sexy legs of hers. I can tell she knows it by the way she moves and tilts her head and pierces me with those sultry, exotic eyes of hers. The way her lips move leave me fantasizing about having them wrapped around me.

Her voice is the perfect combination of deep and throaty, yet it has a flirtatious lilt to it. Seriously, she could bottle it and sell it like an expensive perfume.

From eyeing her in her tiny bikini, which leaves little to the imagination, I peg her measurements to be 34-24-34 of pure perfection. She’s probably a C cup, a large handful, which looks even larger on her svelte body. She catches me eyeing her like a dog does with a bone. Yes, I want to consume her. But I have to approach this one just right. She definitely gets her share of attention and can pick and choose who she lets into her bed, would be my guess.

Judging by the way she sways those curvaceous hips of hers, she ain’t a virgin. She has probably heard every line that a guy on the make can throw her way. I need to think of my approach, although I have never had a problem getting what I want from the female persuasion. Girls flock to me and my rock hard body that I keep up by hitting the gym several times a week.

On top of her enticing physical attributes, she is articulate and smart. I find this to add to her appeal, not take away from it. I’m not like most guys, I need a girl who is smart and will challenge me to hold my interest. She tells me she’s still in school, studying business law at Pepperdine.

I myself just graduated. Set myself in a cool bachelor pad overlooking the city in one of those high-rise condos in Downtown LA. I just started working at Goldman Sachs as an up-and-coming Investment Banker.

As our beach party winds down, I manage to score Sloane’s number and a date with her for next Saturday night. I'll be counting the days until I can get my hands on that sinful body of hers.

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About the Authors

Featuring New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors. 12 top selling authors bring you 12 never-before-published Hot and Steamy Romance stories

Lexy Timms, Sierra Rose, Bella Love-Wins, Christine Bell, Bella Wild, Dale Mayer, Lisa Ladew ,Cassie Alexandra, C.J. Pinar), C.C. Cartwright, Kendra Wild, Kylie Walker


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