Grayson By Lisa Eugene Review

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Grayson

Author- Lisa Eugene

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synopsis

An insane love that will keep you from falling—or push you right off the edge.

All she needed was a job…
The last thing twenty-four year old grad student Angie Roberts needs is to worry about her new boss’s father. After all, she’s never even seen him. He remains sequestered upstairs in a house that looks like it should be the main feature in an episode of Hoarders. She had no idea the house was such a dump when she took the job. But she’s concerned about the safety and health of the old man living under such horrid conditions.

What she got was a mystery…
Despite warnings not to venture upstairs, she wanders up to the second floor. What she sees is shocking. The man she finds is a gorgeous, sexy, middle-aged man– and he’s stepping out of the shower. But something is definitely not right. Why would this wealthy, handsome man live in a house in such disrepair while his nine-teen year old son resides in a lavish pent-house? Why does he hide away from society? Why does he come to her rescue and then run away?

What she discovered was heartbreaking…
Angie learns that forty-four year old Grayson Whitmore suffers from schiz-ophrenia. Paranoid, he retreats into his own world.

What she ended up with was a treasure…
Angie is determined to get through to Grayson. They form a friendship that blazes into an inconceivable love fired with raging passion. Angie must now come to Grayson’s rescue because the wicked that has been perpetrated on him is unconscionable. First, though, she must gain the trust of a man whose mind does not allow for such a thing.

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Rating- 5 Gems!

Angie is a smart and tough 24 year old who knows what she wants out of life. If an effort to make extra cash she answers an ad for a part time job- not only does she already have nursing shifts but she is also attending classes but she needs the extra cash for rent and to send some money to her parents. Little does she know her life is about to change drastically.

Charles is your typical spoiled rich boy. He hires Angie to Clean out his father’s disaster of a house. When Angie arrives at his door for an interview all he sees is another girl to add to his collection. He wants her, she says he can’t have her but he’s never taken no for an answer.

Grayson who is Charles’ father suffers from schizophrenia and is a recluse. He’s lost so much to his illness including his freedom. Until a beautiful stranger his son has hired walks into his house and begins stirring things up. He is overcome with feeling he hasn’t felt since his wife passed. He tries to keep her out and push her away but Angie is stubborn and refuses to give up on him.

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I fell head over heels in love with this story and Grayson. This is so well written and the plot isn’t insta-love which can sometimes be annoying and unbelievable. Angie is the kind of heroine you want to read about. She is smart, funny and doesn’t take anyone’s shit.

I loved how the story was built and the love that Grayson has for Angie isn’t overpowering or demanding in typical romance fashion. This story is real and heart wrenching when we are given a peek into Grayson’s mind and illness.

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This book brings an awareness to mental illness that we don’t often see. Grayson isn’t made to look like a loon or incompetent. He is smart. funny and fully aware of his illness and shortcomings because of his illness but he is also able to overcome them. The author is a nurse and is able to use her experience to create this very realistic world.

I just can’t recommend this book enough is it a wonderful must read!

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excerpt

Early Sunday morning, I found him upstairs in the room with the books. They were piled all around him as he scratched at something on the floor with an old shovel. The room was saturated with an early morning chill, so thick I could feel it seeping through my skin. I hugged my torso, scrubbing my palms up and down my arms. I approached him hesitantly and asked what he was doing. My heart was in my throat because I never knew what to expect with Grayson. He stopped and leaned against the handle, his cloudy gaze finding my face. He was fully dressed. He must have gotten dressed again after we’d made love earlier.

“Digging,” he acknowledged casually. “Digging a trap.”

I swallowed hard, emotion stacking like bricks in my chest. I shook my head, my mind grasping for purchase, trying to understand. “For what, Grayson?”

“Danger. I have to be prepared. I have to protect us. I have to protect the house.”

I reached out a hand, trying to keep it steady. “You’re safe, Grayson.”

His gaze shifted to my proffered hand, but he didn’t move. He didn’t believe me. Fear and skepticism drew a roadmap of worry on his face. His jaw squared and he tightened his lips into a brittle line. I watched his body uncurl as he grabbed the shovel and silently started scraping at the floor again. That’s when I saw it. There was a large, jagged crater in the dusty wood that must have been covered up by the scattered books. It was directly over the small cracks I’d seen in the ceiling downstairs, the network of spider veins I’d noticed soon after starting here. I wondered how long he’d been working at this trap. I could already see exposed beams and fluffy insulation. If he kept this up, eventually he’d put a hole right through the wood floor.

“Go back to bed, Angie.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying with you, Grayson,” I said sternly, plopping myself down on the floor next to him.

He stopped again and stared at me, his blue eyes almost cobalt in the gray dawn. His hair was a loose mane framing his face, giving him an unruly look. “You’ll be tired. You haven’t gotten much sleep.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, hurting, thinking of the reason I’d been up most of the night. We’d held each other, made exquisite love, bathed in a temporary utopia where I could pretend he was okay.

But Grayson wasn’t okay, and as I spent more time with him, I realized the extent of his fractured thoughts. My Grayson was funny and brilliant. My Grayson was tender and passionate. My Grayson could melt my heart with the tiniest smile. But this man, too, was my Grayson, a man who was sometimes out of touch with reality, who lived in the distorted world concocted by his brain. It was a world of doubt, fear, and distrust.

ATA

Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn’t get enough of the world she created and
now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series.

When she’s not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full-time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance. Lisa loves hearing from fans; be sure to connect with her on Twitter at @lisaeugene43, or at lisaeugene43@gmail.com.

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High powered divorce lawyer, Victoria Larkin, is known as the ice queen. Tough. Emotionless. What they don’t know, is that ten years ago, she lost everything. Including her hope for the future.

Chase Monroe struggles with his own demons. Devastated by guilt and on a mission to correct his past, he uses his skills as a college psychology professor to help others move beyond their grief.

When Victoria is forced to attend grief counselling, she meets Chase, and there is an instant attraction. Chase is determined to help her confront her past and find happiness. Victoria is afraid to relive her pain.

Just as they begin to step forward, tragedy strikes and throws them backwards, and they find themselves, once again, shackled to the past.

Can Chase and Victoria find the path to a happy future together? Or will they forever be wishing for yesterday?

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*Please be aware this is an unedited excerpt. During the time of publication things may change*

Clack. Clack. Clack.
The angry clicks of high heels on linoleum thunders through the buzz of voices in the room, alerting me of our newest arrival before she even emerges from the hallway. I check off her name on my list and fold the paper, tucking it into the back pocket of my jeans. Lifting my eyes to the doorway, I await the notorious Victoria Larkin.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting.
Maybe a monster with bright red claws.
Perhaps a manlike woman with bulging muscles and a bowl cut.
What I don’t expect is a gorgeous, angry angel.
A blonde, blue-eyed woman, despite it being a casual, Saturday afternoon, fills the doorway with her fierce presence and perfectly styled hair. Whereas everyone else, including me, is wearing jeans and T-shirts, she’s overdressed and out of place in her white silky, long-sleeved shirt that’s tucked into her crisp, black pants. Her lips are blood red, as if she snacked on the ducks that live on the pond behind the community center before arriving and match her glossy, spiked heels.
Her nostrils flare in resentment as she surveys the room. Disdain paints her features as she makes quick work of eyeing up everyone in the room, clearly judging them before she meets them. I’m sure Bill seems like a dirty old man flirting with sweet Glenda. And Nate, probably appears to be some goofy goon as he guffaws at a joke Claudia tells him.
The way she lifts her nose in the air in a haughty manner has me bristling with irritation. What she doesn’t see is Bill, the man that used to cry at every session over the loss of his wife of twenty-three years, is finally beginning to smile and test the dating waters after three years since her death.
What she doesn’t see is Nate, a single father of three, who despite his laughter, aches for the loss of his wife Cindy in Afghanistan. He struggles each day to be mom and dad to his little girls.
What she doesn’t see is me, a psychology professor that teaches about the five stages of grief, but most days, I’m fighting depression and the self-loathing that threatens to swallow me up.
She may be sexy as hell—rockin’ the whole naughty librarian look—but her insolence grates on my nerves. Her holier-than-though attitude leaves a sour taste in my mouth and a desire to defend every single one of my friends to her.
When her sapphire eyes meet mine, relief washes over her features and I sit up to face the woman head on. She ignores the diarrhea promised cookies Glenda offers and stalks over to me. With each step, I admire the way her full tits bounce with the fabric. She may be a bitch, but she’s a hot one.
Instead of introducing herself, she sits on the chair beside me and clasps her hands in her lap, lifting her chin high in the air. I watch with interest as she then glances at the time on her expensive watch and huffs.
“Jesus, I swear. People have no respect for other’s time. Time is money,” she gripes. “When a meeting begins at three, I expect it to begin at three. Not three-oh-five.”
I raise a dark brow at her and steal a glance at the clock on the wall that reads one minute till three.
“Bastards,” I agree, with a chuckle. “Some of us have shit to do.”

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Elle Christensen

I’m a lover of all things books, a hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing. Between being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing romance.

I’m a huge baseball fan and yet, a complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have a slight (hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed books.

I’m married to my very own book boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side. He is the best inspiration, my biggest supporter and the love of my life. He is also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has to fight the voices in my head for my attention.

I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

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Letting Go by Terri George Release Blitz

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Letting Go

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Letting Go

by Terri George

Book 3 in the Frost Trilogy

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release date: August 30th

 

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Synopsis:

Nick Frost is a man adrift; lost without the one thing that holds him together. Only Mia can save him from himself, but she knows what she saw. Will she find it within herself to forgive?

 

Keeping secrets can test love to its limits. Mia has kept things hidden too. How will Nick react when he discovers Mia isn’t quite the girl he thinks she is? Will Nick let Mia into his head as well as his heart and lay his ghosts to rest?

 

They say true love is strong enough to weather any storm. Well there’s a whole heap of trouble blowing in from the west. When Nick acts before thinking, will Mia come up with a plan to ensure his freedom?

 

“Love is seeing all the flaws and accepting them. Love is recognizing all the fears and insecurities.”

 

Can Nick and Mia accept each other’s flaws. Can they both Let Go of their fears and insecurities and find their way to their Happy Ever After?

 

                                        Excerpt

I’m out of the cab a nanosecond after it comes to a halt outside the club. It’s still early, but already there’s a line of people hoping to get in. One of the security blokes unhooks the purple rope as I approach.

 

Ray emerges from inside. I don’t fail to notice the look that passes between him and Aide. Fucking hell, I don’t need two nursemaids. Why can’t they just leave me to my misery? I don’t want their sympathy or their concern.

 

I grunt in reply to Ray’s welcome and go inside.

 

The pounding beat of the music reverberates beneath my feet as I cross the entrance lobby. I must look like I mean business because the rope at the bottom of the staircase that leads to the upper floor is unhooked tout-fucking-suite and I don’t even have to break my stride.

 

Upstairs in the VIP section I make straight for the bar.

 

‘Vodka,’ I tell the barman. ‘And not that shit you give the punters. Koniks.’

 

The barman looks past me, over my shoulder. I glance round in time to see Aide give a small nod. Fuck that pisses me off.

 

I glare at the barman. ‘What the fuck are you looking at him for?’

 

The barman looks all kinds of nervous as well he fucking should. I’m his boss for fuck’s sake. He takes the vodka from the drinks fridge and reaches for a tumbler.

 

            ‘Forget the glass.’ I snatch the bottle out of his hand.

‘Classy,’ Aide sneers behind me.

            I tell him to fuck off and head to the farthest seating area.

Flopping down on the sofa, I unscrew the cap from the chilled bottle and throw it on the table. Ah, the first taste is always the best. Okay it’s not my first tonight, but still.

Aide places a glass in front of me and sits on the opposite sofa.

I stare at him. ‘Got a problem?’

‘Your drinking is bad  enough. You could at least try not to look like some wino.’

That’s funny. Yeah, some wino I am; sitting in one of the most expensive clubs in London in a thousand pound suit. ‘Fuck you.’

 

Aide sighs and takes a swig from his bottle of Stella. Okay for him to drink from the bottle then.

‘So is this how it’s going to be? You drinking away our profits, not to mention your life,’ Aide asks as I pour vodka halfway up the small tumbler.

 

I raise the glass to my lips. ‘Start a fucking tab then. You know I’m good for it.’ Fuck. I’m good for ten lifetimes.

But it’s this one that’s killing me.

 

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From a small child I’ve loved to lose myself in stories. I’m a firm believer that if heaven exists, it contains every novel ever written and has big squishy sofas to curl up on and read for all eternity.

 

My comedy play, The Magazine was performed at The Bush Theatre in London and my poetry has been published in several anthologies. However, what I really wanted to write were novels. With several unfinished manuscripts languishing in the depths of my computers hard drive, it was my discovery of erotic romance that led me to the realisation this is the genre I should be writing.

As English as they come, I couldn’t survive without tea. From Rachmaninov to Aerosmith my taste in music is best described as eclectic. And I make a mean chocolate cake.

I currently live in London, England, but dream of moving to the coast. A long held desire I really hope to fulfill one day.

I had an absolute blast writing Beguiled and In Too Deep and I hope you enjoy them, along with book 3 of The Frost Trilogy due to be released late summer 2015. I realise the colloquial dialogue and British idioms may be new to some readers, but Mia is English as am I and she speaks with a definitive English voice – I couldn’t have written my feisty, intelligent, well-read heroine any other way. Maybe I should have included a glossary! LOL

 

 

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Beyond My Dragon’s Love Release Day Tour

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Author- P.T. Macias

Title- Beyond My Dragon’s Love

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Synopsis

The dragon roars, fumes, and blazes! He’s tired of the dragonettes’ deceit. The restless Prince takes a leave from his duties and journeys to the Earth realm in search of his mate.

Young, beautiful orbit engineer is forced to seduce the prince to hand over to the royal bitch, unknowingly betraying her mate. Her life takes a turn and she commits treason beyond her dragon’s love.

Attention***** Suitable for readers 18+. Book contains hot steamy sex, adult content, descriptive sex scenes, and action.

Excerpt

A few days later, the Hell’s Night club is full of lovely young mystical beauties and Landon sits at the bar stool, watching them dance. He taps his right hand fingers on the countertop, to the beat of the blaring rock music. He turns to the right and stares into the blue eyes of a black haired werewolf.

Yeah, I’ve danced with her and she’s lovely but no connection. He smiles at her as she sways to the music. She turns around and walks away, smiling.

A tall lovely Archaica walks towards Landon. Her hips sway softly and seductively with each graceful step, exposing a long sexy leg as the side slit parts up to her right hip. Her black fitted dress drapes softly over her curves. The sweetheart bodice pushes up her breasts, creating sexy cleavage and fullness. Her creamy breasts are showcased like pearls. The dress thin straps run up and over her shoulders, then weave down her back in a sexy pattern.

She smiles at him as she approaches the bar. She gazes into his eyes, smiling a small sexy smile. Fucking hell, yeah, I have to have a drink because I hate what I have to do. Geeze, this is unreal. Marybeth, Lisa, and Helen have tried but failed. He doesn’t want to go to the hotel room. I requested time to study him and I know that he has noticed me.

Landon, nods at her. Hell, she’s beautiful and I’ve been watching her for a few days. Oh hell, my body wants her badly.

His beautiful glowing green eyes glance down her gorgeous body. He clenches his jaw, and shifts his aching cock. He takes a drink of his whiskey, watching her approach.

Heather smiles confidently. She’s on a mission. She reaches him, and slides onto the stool. She turns to Mace the bartender. “I would like a Whiskey.”

Landon inhales deeply, exploding into blazing hunger. Fucking hell, her scent is simply intoxicating. Hell, she seizing my soul, and branding my blood. I feel her, I’m connecting and she’s knows it. Fucking hell, I’m so ready for her. I can’t fucking believe it! She’s my mate! She’s an Archaica! Well, she’s similar to a human.

Yeah, he’s a dragon, I can smell his amazing scent. Hell, he smells delicious. She closes her eyes and inhales his scent, shuddering. Hell, a delicious blazing surge flows all over my body.

Heather pushes her black hair over her shoulder with a shaky hand. What the hell does this mean? This is incredible and unreal. I need to drink this Whiskey because my body is on fire.

She takes a drink enjoying the burn as it flows down her throat, merging with her boiling blood. Hell, I’m so hot and my body is ready for him. I need him. I know it.

Landon turns towards her and he leans in close. He gazes into her beautiful huge violet eyes. I can’t believe it! She has incredible violet eyes.

He continues to gaze into her eyes gauging her feelings. “I know you feel it because I can feel your heart beat. I can smell your sweet intoxicating scent, and I know you’re ready for me.” He looks down at her sweet red heart-shaped lips.

Heather eyes open wider, startled. Her long black eye lashes spread over her eyebrows. “You don’t waste any time do you?” She bites her lower lip to control her amusement.

He looks up to gaze into her eyes, falling into her soul. “Honey, do I need to? You know it, you feel it, and your sweet pussy wants me. You’re my mate and I’m not going to fight it.” He leans a little closer to inhale her intoxicating, spicy arousal. Hell, my cock is going to explode. He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.

She watches him clench his jaw, controlling his emotions. “Well, hell, tell me your name.”

He opens his glowing emerald green eyes, he nods at her. “Landon Dracostar. My beautiful mate, what’s your name?” He slowly takes her left hand in his. He rubs his thumb over the pulsing veins on her wrists. He closes his eyes, nodding, exuding his emerald green smoke with his bonding scent.

Heather shakes, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Oh hell, what should I do? Everything he said is so incredible and true. This is fucking unexpected. And what the hell. He’s my mate, and I’m supposed to hand him over? Hell no! What can I do? She urgently takes another swallow of her drink, finishing it off. She turns to the bartender for more.

Landon leans in closer to her, his face a few inches away from her left cheek. His hot breath causes a sweet shiver throughout her body. “Honey, your name. Please don’t torment me.”

She turns her head slightly to gaze into Landon’s glowing emerald-green eyes. Fucking wow. He’s gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. I never believed in mates but hell now I do. This is incredible! “Heather Mach.”

He nods, leans in closer, and whispers in her ear. “My hot mate, I love your name. I want to dance with you and hold you close.”

Heather shudders and nods, closing her eyes. Hell, I can’t walk away from him even if I want to. There’re two fucking titanic reasons forcing me to continue. He’s my mate and that damn General is watching me. I feel like a traitor for what I’m going to do. Yeah, I’m going to betray my mate. Hell, fucking hell, this hurts.

“Let’s dance, please.” Landon whispers in her ear. He inhales her delicious scent, shuddering. He pulls her hand, slides off the stool, and turns to gaze into her tormented, confused eyes. “Honey, it’s ok. You’re my mate.”

Heather blinks her yes, rapidly, to stop the tears then nods. What in sweet deity am I going to do? If I refuse they won’t only imprison me but also get someone else to seduce him. I’m going crazy here.

She slides off the stool and follows him onto the dance floor. She walks into his arms, sighing. Oh hell, this is simply heaven. She trembles as he pulls her closer to him.

This is incredible, fucking incredible. I’m going to take her home in a few flashes. I can’t wait much longer. He leans in to rest his head next to hers. He closes his eyes, and turns his head to rest his lips against her neck.

Heather slides her arms up his shoulders to his neck. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer. They sway in sync to the music. For a few moments, they enjoy the new experience and knowledge of being mates.

“Landon, what are you doing here on the earth realm?” She whispers into his ear. She buries her face at the base of his neck, inhaling his delicious scent and trembles.

Hell, what can I say? That I was sick of fucking around and I was desperate to meet my mate. “Honey, honestly, I’m taking a break from my duties. What about you? Aren’t you far from home? Are you working on a mission?”

Heather closes her eyes as she gasps for air, desperate to remain confident and casual. Her heart beat increases, the pulsating vein on her neck evidence of her distress.

Fucking hell, she’s totally out of control. I can feel her erratic heartbeat at the vein against my lips.

“Landon, yes. I’m on a mission. I’m the Gliderspike Flash obit engineer.” She inhales his scent, shuddering. Fucking wow, I’m so stoked with his scent. I so wish that we were meeting under different circumstances. Fucking wow! My heart feels heavy. It’s agonizing to think of what I have to do, and I’m consumed by guilt. She closes her eyes tight to stop the tears.

Landon moves his lips near her left ear. “Honey, it’s ok. There isn’t anything to worry about. We’re mates and I’m not going to let you go. Heather, you’re my eternal mate.” He releases his bonding scent with his emerald green smoke, surrounding her.

Heather turns her face into his neck, inhaling his bonding scent. I love his scent.

“I want to kiss you.” He holds her closer. I know she can feel my throbbing cock.

She nods, moves her head slightly to allow him access to her lips. She moans into his mouth when he takes a deep searching kiss.

Hell yes, fucking yes. She completes me, my soul. And my dragon is ecstatic. This is what I’ve been searching for.

He devours her mouth, releasing his bonding scent with his emerald green smoke. His tongue sucks hers and explores every little crevice.

Amazing, simply amazing. Hell, his scent is drugging me. I can feel his hot cock burning against my pussy. Hell, yes I want him. Heather pulls back, a little dazed, and gazes into his beautiful passionate, glowing emerald-green eyes.

“Not here.” She whispers, searching his eyes. “Take me home.”

Landon clenches his jaw, nods. “Honey, let’s walk outside.” Fucking hell, I have to make sure that my aura disappears instantly. I don’t want anyone tracking me home. I don’t like this feeling I have. I trust her but something is off. My gut feeling is never off.

She closes her eyes, nods. Yeah, I know that it will be difficult for the General and his warriors to track. I’m going to make it difficult for the General to catch my mate. I’m don’t know what they want him for.

He takes her hand and laces their fingers, then pulls her close to his side. They walk across the room weaving around the dance floor, out into the hallway, and out into the dense mist.

He stops outside the door and smiles down at her. “Honey, I’m not letting you go.” He leans down to kiss her as he holds her tight. Hell, yeah. Our auras will merge into one, making it difficult to track.

He continues to kiss her deeply and holds her tight as he teleports to several different areas around the vicinity of Hell’s Night club. He teleports around the city, and finally he teleports into his room.

Fucking yes. She’s here in my room and soon will be in my bed. My mate is finally in my arms.

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About The Author

P.T. Macias (Patricia), resides in Sacramento, California with her loving husband, children, and family. She adores her four beautiful grandchildren. She was born and raised in San Jose, California.

Patricia loves going on cruises, concerts, white peaches, pistachio ice cream, and margaritas. She’s an avid reader and enjoys reading romance paranormal intrigue suspense thrillers.

She loves writing about drama, suspense, and intrigue. She throws in a dash of love and passion. Patricia is intrigued with the different types and depths of love. Love is powerful and motivates an individual. She’s fascinated with the physiological, spiritual, and psychological process that love creates. The range and facets of love an individual is capable of feeling is what she strives to illustrate in her stories.

Patricia loves the paranormal genre. She finds this genre an exciting challenge and enjoys writing about the sexy vhampiers, werewolves, dragons, and other entities. Her greatest thrill in writing the paranormal genre is the limitless range of characteristics, powers, and weaknesses available to develop the characters’ and entities’ realms.

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Paranormal bad boys are hot, wild, and full of suspense! These sexy men will seize your soul and your heart.

You will LOVE these amazing paranormal hot tales that are packed with suspense, intrigue, and a delightful dose of sensual romance.

These sexy stories will leave you breathless …….. ………wanting a HOT BAD BOY OF YOUR OWN!

Hold him close, hold him tight, and never let him go! Leaves You Wanting More!

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SUIT/SLUT COVER REVEAL- JETTIE WOODRUFF

Dual
Cover Reveal
Suit and Slut (The Twin Duo)
Best Selling Author Jettie Woodruff
SUIT Release Date: September 21st
SLUT Release Date: October 26th
SUIT Synopsis:
Once upon a time I was Gabby
Delgardo.
And then I wasn’t…
I was Gabriella Pierce.
Stepford wife.
Soccer mom.
Paxton’s trophy.
PTA parent.
Housekeeper.
Chef…
And the slut…
We were the model couple.
Picture perfect in the eyes of the beholder. A beauty created by our observers.
A flawless marriage with a lifetime agreement. One made to suit both our needs.
I signed my name on the
dotted line. My marriage certificate.
Lies. Regrets. Secrets from
the past.
I was Gabriella Pierce.
And then I wasn’t…

 

 

SLUT Synopsis:
Once upon a time I was Gabriella
Pierce
And then I wasn’t.
I was a liar.
A murderer.
A cheat.
And a slut. His slut.
Once upon a time I was a twin.
And then I wasn’t.

 

 

 

The Twin Duo
Suit /Slut
September 21st      October 26th
 “I’m not sure you want me

cooking for you, or anyone else. I feel like you kidnapped me and you’re trying
to give me this life that’s not really mine. I don’t feel like the type to be
controlled.”




Paxton placed a finger over both my lips and
shushed me with a quiet, “Shhh, hush now. I assure you with everything in me
that you
are the type to be controlled. That’s why you suck my dick.
That’s why your legs fall apart whenever I come near you. You’re a slut. My
slut. I own you.” His dry, sultry
words,  touched my lips while his
fingsers slid
down the middle of my neck. One
straight line. The dry swallow stuck in my chest when his hold over me wrapped
gently around my throat. His grip
tightened and his lips met
mine. “Shhh, don’t talk, baby girl. Turn around and go take a shower like you
were told”
My eyes cowardly dropped to
the floor and I
submitted. 
Bestselling Author
Jettie Woodruff
 
My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don’t know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy’s, taboo; touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn’t make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy Reading.



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BANG: Challenge accepted by Mallory Dauphin & H.Q Frost RELEASE BLITZ

BANG
Challenge Accepted
by M. Dauphin & H.Q. Frost
Release Date: August 27, 2015




Long distance relationships suck.
When you’re Jenny and Jack, though, it’s easy to keep it interesting.
After a one night stand months ago, Jenny literally runs into Jack in Ryley’s hallway. When things heat up and fate steps in (in the form of a tiny, helpless puppy), will she have what it takes to agree to an LDR. Will he even trust that the wild child is capable of it?
This hilarious romp through the lives of Bang and Lumber Jack will leave you questioning everything you ever knew about LDRs. Sexy, sweet, funny, with a little bit of ‘oh no they didn’t’, Frost and Dauphin have teamed up for another read of EPIC proportions.
You’re going to love it. Hopefully.

***18 + DUE TO THE NATURE OF THE BOOK. LANGUAGE, SEX…. SEX…***









 “Jack?” she says as her eyes travel down my body.  
Son of a bitch.
 “Nice to see you, big boy,” she grins at me again then walks closer to me so every part of her is touching me.
My instinct is to take a step back, and when I do, she steps with me. I take another step back. She steps with me, and now she’s pushing me back and into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind us.
 “What’re you doing here?” I try not to sound so dumbfounded but she’s the last person I thought I’d see. At least not in this situation.
 “Shh, Able’s downstairs,” her voice purrs as her hands travel to parts of my body I’ve only dreamed of since our last encounter.
“Able? You’re with Able? You’re Able’s sitter while Ry and Liam are on vacation?” I sound like a bumbling idiot, but what is this woman doing!? Able’s downstairs and she’s stroking my cock in Liam’s bathroom!
 “Yep, all week.” Her lips go to my neck and her hands keep stroking. This is the best feeling I’ve felt in a while. Ever since that night.
When she starts nipping her way down my chest I have to take a deep breath so I don’t blow my load right there in her hands.







FOR3VER


When it came to her lifelong friendship to the Porter boys, Ryley Reynolds knew one thing to be true: The 3 of them would be friends forever. Friends ’till the end. 

When life got in the way of their plans, one decision changed the course of all of their lives. 
Five years later, friends are brought back together, secrets are unveiled, and love is found again. Has too much damage been done to erase the past? 







Thelma and Louise. Boris and Natasha. Frost and Dauphin. When these two teamed up, they never knew how amazing it would be working together to create wonderful masterpieces of joy, tears, humor, and heartbreak. Dauphin’s favorite part about Frost? The fact that she puts up with her. Period. ALSO, the fact that she makes her writing better every damn time. She’s friggin’ brilliant. Frosts favorite thing about Dauphin? Frost loves the fact that when they get together to create it becomes a tornado of brilliance that Frost couldn’t be more grateful to be caught up in with Dauphin. Dauphin’s artistic abilities and mad skillz make Frost so proud to be associated with her (it makes her look good too). Also if Dauphin didn’t adult for the both of them, not much would get done.



Each a mom and a wife, Frost actually holds down a job while containing the crazy while Dauphin sits at home with the tinies and eats bon-bon’s all day (if you ask her husband) 😉



Creating babies together has been the best adventure either of them has ever been on. You should most definitely check them out at www.facebook.com/malpalwrites and check out their books. They would love you for3ver.


                                                                      



     

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Married and soon to be parents, Des and O begin the battle of a lifetime. A serial stalker, a surprise pregnancy, and so much more hang like a cloud over them.

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I’ve dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.

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