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Friday, 16 November 2018

Moonlight and Moet by Madison Michael #billionaire #romance #giveaway

Moonlight & Moet
B&B Billionaire Romance Series (Book 2)
By Madison Michael

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About Moonlight & Moet:

Can the Hottest Man Around Melt this Ice Queen’s Heart?

When her husband publicly cheats on her, Leigh Dobbs trades her humiliating reputation as an ice queen and a hometown that shuns her for the unknown of rural North Carolina. Taking over a small bed and breakfast, Leigh sets out to restore it, her dignity and her life. Excited at the prospect of adding more rooms and a full-service restaurant, Leigh’s big plans encounter the brick wall that is Caleb Rausch. Sparks fly even as Caleb votes no on the planning commission, crushing Leigh’s dreams.

Handsome powerhouse Caleb Rausch is a man on a mission, expanding his huge corporation without encroaching on the small town where it resides. His commitment to his products, employees and historic preservation are unwavering. What’s lacking is his commitment to one woman. Caleb is the most eligible bachelor in three states, dating celebrities and models, but never settling down. Until now.

Even as Caleb forces Leigh’s expansion plans on hold, the couple moves full-steam-ahead on their relationship, unable to resist the mutual attraction. So why, after a steamy night together, does Caleb disappear for weeks? Has Leigh put her heart out there again, just to be played?

Will the magic of a moonlit night be enough to kindle their love or will Caleb’s constant disappearing act prevent him from melting this ice queen’s heart?

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Exhausted and anxious to return home, Leigh wasn’t paying attention as she stepped out the door of the small law office at the end of the row of storefronts. Leigh went down hard on the cement, her skirt flying up, her brochures flying. A shook-up Leigh assessed the damage and caught her breath. Her dignity was beyond repair.
Leigh was brushing the dirt from her palms, scraped from trying to break her fall when a shadow blocked the sun, and a large, dirty hand, attached to a long, strong arm reached down to assist her. Leigh’s gaze followed the flannel covered forearm up over a muscled bicep and continued until her scrutiny was arrested by a pair of coffee-colored eyes surrounded by the deep laugh lines of an outdoorsman. He was staring vast expanse of creamy thigh and more than a hint of her magenta panties. His expression told Leigh that he liked what he saw.
Leigh clumsily scrambled to lower her dress, gather the brochures fluttering in the breeze, and take the proffered hand all at once. Several pamphlets escaped down the sidewalk, but she quickly forgot them as she was lifted like a feather against her mountain’s chest and too swiftly placed gently on her feet. She winced when the blisters made contact with the hard surface beneath them and the lumberjack buried behind a grizzly bear beard reacted.
“Injured, little lady?” he asked with concern. “Let me help you get you to urgent care.
"That won't be necessary," Leigh responded, smoothing her dress to cover her embarrassment and interest.
"Then at least let me help you to your destination.”
“I was just heading to my car, down the ways,” Leigh tried to gesture with the arm the man still held. “But, I’m fine. Really. I can take it from here.”
“Fine, indeed,” Grizzly Adams replied in a sarcastic, deep baritone.
He was tall, covered in a subtle sheen of dirt and sweat, but Leigh quickly realized the shirt under her fingertips was the finest wool and his boots, caked in an inch of dried mud, were Scarpa Phantom 8000's. He was a very wealthy Grizzly Adams, and a dedicated hiker too. Those boots were featured in the mountaineering store up the road for over $1000, way too rich for Leigh’s blood.
 He stood still, his smile twitching as caught Leigh checking him out. Then, without warning, he swept her into his arms, carefully adjusted her dress to modestly cover her behind while managing to slide his hand all along them. The man was a pro. Leigh couldn't fault his effort, even as she realized he was copping a feel.  Carrying her easily, he began taking long strides in the direction she had pointed.
“This is completely unnecessary,” Leigh repeated more than once, interspersed with “put me down, please” and “Really I can walk.” He ignored them all, speaking right over her repeated and flustered objections.
“You took a nasty fall there. People are always missing that last step." His face was too close and too handsome. He smelled of the outdoors - pine, sweat and sunshine. It was intoxicating.
 “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer I took you over to the doc’s office or the urgent care?”
“Just to my car, thanks,” Leigh requested, done trying to argue with the hard-muscled man. Who was she kidding? It felt incredible to rest against his broad chest, his arms holding her securely and his minty breath blowing on her face. He may have been filthy, a bearded mountain man who was certainly not her type, but he was sexy as hell. Leigh wished her car was miles away. ,
“Will you be ok to drive, Miss…”
“Miss Leigh,” he repeated, caressing her name. “Are you sure you’ll be alright to drive?”
Leigh bobbed her head in the affirmative. She loved resting her head against the power of this man’s chest, secure in his firm grip. Leigh looked up at him from under her eyelashes, admiring what she saw. She could tell that under the caked on mud and scruff, he was handsome, with a cocky smile and those laughing eyes. She wished she could see more.
“This is my car,” she finally motioned. “Thank you, Mr…”
“You’re certain you can drive?” he asked in his slow, smooth drawl, ignoring her question.
“I’m not going far,” Leigh reassured him. “I’ll be fine.”
The mountain man placed Leigh on her feet, holding her by the waist as if waiting for reassurance that she was solidly standing. Leigh looked down as if to assure herself both feet were there and with a deep breath made eye contact. The man was a head taller, broad and powerful, and staring at her as if he wanted to devour her. A hot flush filled Leigh's cheeks, and she extended a hand to shake his.

“Well, thank you again. You certainly turned out to be my knight in shining armor today,” she jested.
“Well, Miss Leigh, then I guess I get my knight’s favor,” the man responded with a devilish grin. Leigh was still registering his warning when he lowered his head to hers and placed his warm lips upon her cooler ones.  

Other Books in the B&B Billionaire Romance Series:

Desire & Dessert Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2Fg1qo5

About the Author: 

Madison Michael is an indie publisher, blogger and the author of the Beguiling Bachelor Series as well as the novella Desire & Dessert, from her sizzling B&B Billionaire Bachelor series.
A Chicago native and hopeless romantic, Maddy was raised on Chicago culture, fairy tales, great literature and swashbuckling movies. Maddy employs that history, writing steamy contemporary romance novels set against the sumptuous backdrop of Chicago’s elite society.
After receiving a BA in Journalism from the University of Illinois and an MBA from Loyola University of Chicago, Madison abandoned her writing to find her way in the corporate business world. Daughter of a librarian, it was inevitable that she would return to the world of books.
Maddy writes from high above Chicago where she can stare at its gorgeous skyline or the shores of Lake Michigan surrounded by feline assistants. When she is not writing,, Maddy can be found lost in a book, fighting for the rights of the mentally iil or dining on Chicago’s famous cuisine. Hot dogs and pizza, anyone?

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Thursday, 15 November 2018

Theirs to Master, Book 6, Miami Masters bu BJ Wane #MiamiMasters #HEA #Menage #BDSM #Suspense #Erotic romance

Theirs to Master (Miami Masters Book 6) by [Wane, BJ]

They drew her in like a magnet, but would their pull be strong enough to hold her?


She took to their dual control like a fish to water, but had she gotten in too deep to survive without them?

Paige Wilcox has been lusting after the Carlson brothers since the first time she saw the two men enter the cops’ bar where she works.  Problem is, neither man shows her the slightest interest-not until her sister is attacked at a club and they discover Paige posing as a submissive to draw out the assailant.  
Troy and Trevor Carlson always found the feisty redhead attractive, but steered clear of personal involvement since she showed no signs of being sexually submissive.  Fear for her safety and a determination to keep her out of their investigation into a serial attacker prods them to insist she complete the terms of an auction contract after they win the bid on her.  Neither Paige nor the brothers are prepared for the streak of submissiveness she exhibits under their dual control.
Paige doesn’t fight her growing need for the two men and the alternative sex they introduce her to, but when they give no hints the feeling is mutual, she despairs of anything coming of the short-term relationship.  It takes the reappearance of the man they were after and another threat to Paige to get all three on board with giving a committed, three-way relationship a try.
Publisher’s Note:  This steamy contemporary ménage romance contains elements of power exchange.  While it is book six of the Miami Masters series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

Their dual torment always left her vibrating for more…more, more.


Only sheer stubbornness kept Paige from saying red when Trevor pulled her jeans down.  Her natural inclination to protest this indignity with ‘no way, no how’, fell to the wayside the minute her mons pressed against Troy’s muscled thigh and she looked up to see raw lust and rich approval etched on Trevor’s face.  Then Troy cupped her butt cheek, his calloused palm brushing against her bare skin setting off sparks of pleasure that commanded her attention. She’d yearned for their attention for months, and now had it in spades.
Few of her lovers ever bothered with ass play, so she’d never imagined that part of her anatomy could be so erogenous.  But the more he explored her buttocks, squeezing then caressing, the hotter she became. A curl of arousal took up residence between her legs, softening her pussy, dampening her slit until embarrassment forced her to tighten her thighs.  
Closing her eyes, Paige tuned out the voices from the ongoing auction and shoved aside fretting over whether anyone else’s eyes were on her.  The tantalizing caresses eased her into relaxing then prodded her to wiggle her butt and loosen her thighs in a teasing hint to do more, to touch her where she ached.
“I think she’s ready.”
The amused inflection in Trevor’s voice snagged her attention one second before his words sank in.  Before she could register the full meaning of that comment, Troy halted the soothing, arousing strokes of his hand and delivered a sharp swat to rival the one Damien issued on the stage.
Her head reared up in startled astonishment at the abrupt switch from coaxing pleasure to blistering pain.  Before she could say anything, he swatted her again, adding an identical throbbing burn on her other cheek.       
“Take a deep breath, Paige, and lie still.  It’ll be over before you know it.”
Shaking her hair out of her eyes, she glared up at Trevor as Troy peppered her buttocks with an array of slaps that robbed her of breath.  “Easy…ow!…for you to say,” she gasped, her mind consumed with the fiery heat spreading across her entire backside and the deep throbbing encompassing her abused skin and spreading to her pussy.
“You should’ve heeded our warnings, and remembered I mentioned consequences if you continued with your harebrained scheme to interfere in my investigation,” Troy admonished without slowing the rapid volley of spanks.
It was hard to think straight, to pay attention to what either man said, but she managed to stick up for herself with a quick rebuttal.  “I don’t take orders from anyone…holy shit!”  Crap but those last two hurt!  “Damn it, I’m not one of your little groupies, willing to let you walk all over me.”  Desperate to deny her body’s heated response and the pleasure inching its way past her resistance to this degradation, she tried to wriggle away from his descending hand, but Trevor reached out and clamped his hands over the top of her thighs.  Between Troy’s imprisoning hand braced between her shoulders and Trevor’s tight told, they left her no choice but to endure and accept her surprising reaction or say red and pay the hefty price tag of ending this now.

They swore she wasn’t submissive until they touched her; then they swore they wouldn’t let her go.

Bound and Saved, book 1
Master Me, Please, book 2
Mastering Her Fear, book 3
Bound To Submit, book 4

She wanted to avenge her sister; they were determined to keep her safe.  Whose will would prove to be stronger?


I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.



Tuesday, 6 November 2018

A Wolfs Challange by Christina Lynn Lambert #paranormal #shifter #romance #strangercreatures @Chris4lamb.

Nothing is as it seems in Great Oaks, VA. Will shy Sydney run the other way when she learns Derrick is a wolf shifter?

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When Sydney left Seattle two years ago, she was scared, traumatized, and done with men for good. Now she has a good job, a hobby that's fast becoming a second career, and best of all, she's adopted a little girl named Angel. Life is good and Sydney's not about to let charming lawyer Derrick mess that up, no matter how sexy he is, or how sweet he seems. 
Things aren't always as they appear in the town of Great Oaks, Virginia. Derrick isn’t the ladies’ man Sydney thinks he is, but he does have a few secrets, such as his ability to transform into a powerful wolf at will. 
Can Derrick convince Sydney to give him a chance, something more than her elusive maybe? More importantly, should he? He's still trying to forgive himself for being at the wheel during the accident that killed his son. Losing Sydney when she learns the truth might break him, but he's pretty sure not having her in his life would be just as bad.
A troubled woman running from her guilty conscience has Sydney and Derrick in her crosshairs, and she’ll do whatever it takes to win her game. Will Sydney and Derrick survive long enough to be together?


After they found an empty corner in the picnic shelter to do their stretches, things got quiet and awkward between them again. Sydney looked over at Grant, who sat on top of another picnic table, eating an apple. Grant gave her a wicked sly grin before turning away. She intended to bitch at him later for not rescuing her from Derrick, but, in a way, she didn’t want to be rescued. Derrick looked like he needed to say something but couldn’t find the words as they leaned against the picnic table to stretch out their legs.

Was he thinking of trying out a nice girl temporarily? Was he being patient, trying to lure her in? Well, she wanted no part of those kinds of temporary games. Having any kind of relationship with him other than a casual, social friendship would be too complicated. She should have been able to leave it at that. Decision made. Moving on. But something about the man pulled her in and made her want to get closer. He was too charismatic.

Can’t trust Derrick. He’s too much like Jeff. She was just asking to be hurt if she gave Derrick the slightest hint she might like to follow up on the heated look he was giving her.
Her running partner was unusually quiet as they sat on the ground to do their last few stretches. He looked like a man buried in thought, weighing decisions and drowning in possibilities. Maybe he was just as scared as she was. Sydney barely contained the impulse to reach out and brush her hand across his forehead to smooth the furrow between his brows. Must not touch. Must not touch. Because there would be no going back from that.

Derrick stood and offered her a hand up from where she sat on the hard ground. In his touch, she felt warmth, strength, life, restraint, and so much more that it made her heart squeeze.

As they stared at each other, she didn’t have a word to say. She should smile, tell a joke, try to make polite conversation, or something, but words escaped her as she felt the heat of him so close. They were nearly nose to nose. She looked up to see his lips part.

“Nice running with you today.” His voice was low and soft, almost a whisper. She stood there helplessly while he tucked a lock of her escaped hair behind her ear.

Gosh, he has the most beautiful eyes. And they’re focused on me! But just because he didn’t look like a wolf trying to steal her basket of goodies didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of taking something from her he wouldn’t give back…like maybe her heart. His hand rested on her shoulder, but she took a step back. She wasn’t about to go insane for the kiss that almost happened.

About Christina Lynn Lambert:

Author Bio:
A few years ago, I read my first romance novel and I was hooked, so much so that I decided to give the idea of writing a story a chance. My style is more gritty than sweet and I look forward to writing many more stories with strong heroines and imperfect but determined characters. Love, courage, hope, and second chances are a few of my favorite themes. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time outside and finding ways to avoid cooking. I live in beautiful Virginia with my husband, two daughters, and a sweet, hairy monster of a dog. 

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Saturday, 3 November 2018

Kindle Countdown Deal - Your Book Boyfriend For The Weekend - Marriage, Mobsters and the Marine only 99c until 5th Nov. #romance #hot #suspence #adventure

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Poor Abigail needed to quit the BDSM lifestyle and find a husband fast. Look what she did! 

Jared needed that outstanding remuneration to protect his family while he tracked the contract killers on their tail. This advert seemed heaven sent. He hadn't expected the contract to include wedding his employer. 


Christmas sucks. No family. No tree. No decorations.
Abigail Montgomery lives for her regular visit to Masked Nights BDSM club. Thanks to her great-aunt’s will, she needs to abandon her spanking lifestyle and find a husband—fast.

Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former, Marine, cold-blooded sniper, and occasional Dom, needs $125,000. Without it, mobsters will murder his family. His solution – marry Abigail for her money. 

Jared plans to hunt down the mobsters then reimburse Abigail. Together they face extortion, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder. Along the way, Jared steals Abigail’s heart, but she’d promised him a divorce after two years. 

Will Jared walk away? Or can he work some Christmas magic and make their relationship real?

A stand alone romance and Book One of the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Trilogy

Thursday, 1 November 2018

Seduced Under the Mistletoe - Trusting her Highland Laird by Brandy Golden @Brandygoldeneyes #anthology #romance #christmas

Eileen is terrified of the dark; demons from her past haunt when the lights go out. But the world behind the blindfold beckons her, and she wants to try it for Gallagher’s sake. Can she place her all her trust in his waiting hands and make this a Christmas to remember?

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Eileen took a deep breath and slid her hand beneath the pillow, bringing out a fur-lined blindfold similar to the one that had been in the chest. She held it up to him, her fingers trembling slightly.

He took it gently from her grasp, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. “Ye want to put this on me?” he teased, his fingers stroking the softness of the fur.

“I...I want ye to put it on me,” she whispered, her throat dry.

Gallagher knelt in front of her. “Ye don’t have to do this, Leenie. I love ye just the way ye are. I told ye that.” 

He ran a large finger down the side of her cheek.

She searched his face, the kindness in his eyes, the square toughness of his jaw with it’s evening bristles. She loved this man, and she wanted him to know it. She wanted him to know that she trusted him with all her heart.

“Ye have saved my life, Gallagher. Not just physically, but mentally as well. I want to show ye how much I trust ye to love and keep me safe, and I need to prove to myself that I can open my mind and believe in ye in all ways.” She held her palm to his cheek. “I want ye to do this, for both of us.”

Gallagher paused for a moment, and then he finally nodded. “All right, let’s do this then, but if ye are frightened at any time, just reach up and pull it off. Promise me.”

“I promise. If I get frightened beyond what I can handle, I will do as ye say.”

“Close yer eyes then, my sweet lass.”

When she shut them, the blindfold came gently against her eyelids, blocking out the firelight, everything went completely dark. For a moment she was lost in a void, nothing beneath her or above her, a mindless thing in a dark world of panic, and then his hands rested on her shoulders.

About Brandy Golden

I’ve always loved a good romance, and if the hero is strong and dominant, and the heroine is feisty and stubborn, it’s all the better when they clash. And when they clash, someone ends up over a knee! if you like these kinds of stories, you can follow me at the links listed below. Be sure and sign up for my newsletter and get a free copy of Dusty’s Ghost Town. I promise not to inundate you with spam. In fact, I’m a rare poster on my blog, but I do like to hear from my readers!

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Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Special Time Limited Offer – Marriage Mobsters and the Marine #MFRWHooks #99c #deal #romance #marine #99c

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Christmas sucks. No family. No tree. No decorations.

Abigail Montgomery lives for her regular visit to Masked Nights BDSM club. Thanks to her great-aunt’s will, she needs to abandon her spanking lifestyle and find a husband—fast.

Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former, Marine, cold-blooded sniper, and occasional Dom, needs $125,000. Without it, Mobsters will murder his family. His solution – marry Abigail for her money. 

Jared plans to hunt down the mobsters then reimburse Abigail. Together they face extortion, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder. Along the way, Jared steals Abigail’s heart, but she’d promised him a divorce after two years. 

Will Jared walk away? Or can he work some Christmas magic and make their relationship real?

A stand-alone romance and Book One of the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Trilogy

Welcome to the weekly blog hop where authors share exceprt from their work. Please take a moment to check out the snippets my fellow authors have shared by using hte links at the bottom of the post. 


Hooded and bound, Abigail sobbed in the trunk of the car. When the engine roared to life, she tried to gauge the route by the number of left and right turns but failed miserably. The longer she lay there, the more her fears consumed her. Her stomach churned, but if she threw up, she’d choke. Her mouth dried. She’d sell her soul for a sip of water. The nylon rope around her wrists dug into her flesh. She felt stupid and weak for letting them take her so easily.

The way the vehicle bumped and bounced meant they’d gone off road. She prayed a stray rock would damage the car’s underbelly and bring them to a halt, but they kept going. Every bump threw her around like a leaf in a storm. Assuming she survived the next couple of days, her body would be a mass of bruises.

The engine stopped, and she heard a car door slam. She needed out of the trunk, but no one came for her. What if they abandon the car and leave me? I don’t want to die trussed up in a car trunk. A fresh wave of fear washed through her, along with a spike of adrenaline. Her body trembled, but time slowed and her thoughts cleared. She needed to take things one step at a time.

Step one—get her arms free. She wriggled around, hoping the rough ride had dislodged something she could use to cut the rope. Bingo. Her fingers touched a metal box. Maybe it held tools or a knife. She almost wept when she couldn’t open it. The hinge stuck out from the box, so she twisted some more, running the rope against the hinge. Periodically, she stopped and tensed her wrists in an attempt to pull the nylon strands apart.
She’d no idea how long she worked at her bonds. It seemed like hours until the rope finally gave way. Relieved tears filled her eyes. Rather than rub her wrists, she tugged off the hood and pulled the gag from her mouth. She’d never been so thirsty. She’d give anything for a cold beer right now.

Step two—find the release mechanism the law said every car should have in the trunk. She felt claustrophobic, so scared she could barely move, but she forced herself to concentrate. There, in the corner, a glow-in-the-dark lever beckoned. Wriggling like a maggot in a fisherman’s box, she kicked it for all she was worth, and the trunk lid popped 

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