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quarta-feira, 8 de junho de 2016

Excerpt Reveal: Hero (Impossible #13) by Julia Sykes

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Book 13 in the USA Today Bestselling Impossible Series—Can be read as a standalone.

A man with a broken heart…
The agony of losing the woman I love to another Dominant has left me dead inside. Over the last two years, sex has become my drug of choice to cope with the loss. I know I’m too broken to ever love again, but that won’t stop me from trying to fuck my pain away.

A woman with a painful past…
I’m not interested in intimacy, but I am interested in sex. As a BDSM romance novelist, I need to explore the world of kink for my books. The power exchange is meaningless; nothing more than research. Until I meet him. The powerful Dom won’t relent until he breaks down all my walls, including the ones that protect my ravaged heart.

Bound together by lust and danger…
Chloe Martin is a BDSM romance author by night and an investigative journalist by day. When the latter brings her to the New York unit of the FBI to research the Latin Kings, she never expects her two careers to collide. The agent she’s shadowing—Dexter Scott—is also a Dominant, and he’s interested in helping with her research in the field and in the bedroom.

But Chloe’s story on the Latin Kings puts her in the line of fire, and Dex’s protective—and possessive—instincts kick in. Can he let go of his pain and find his happily ever after? Or will the danger that surrounds them steal his second chance at love?   

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I swallowed hard when he turned back to me. He prowled, closing the distance between us at a pace that was achingly slow, yet he also seemed to reach me too fast. I wasn’t prepared for his renewed closeness. Power emanated from him, slapping up against me like a palpable force. I’d been around Doms before, but none had affected me so strongly.
I widened my stance, planting my feet as though to brace myself against the weight of his aura. His smirk returned. I fixed him with my most defiant stare. He met it steadily, his amusement evident in the arrogant curve of his full lips.
I didn’t deign to respond to it verbally. I could engage in a silent battle of wills. I recognized that he was trying to Top me. He wasn’t the first Dom to try it, but I was finding his strange mix of quiet confidence and subtle dominance difficult to resist. He wasn’t a hard-ass snapping orders at me; he kept managing to slip past my defenses.
I gathered up my resolve and maintained our eye contact, boldly meeting his gaze.
“Give me your wrists,” he commanded in that same smooth, deep voice that messed with my head and heated my insides.
I considered defying him, but that would be childish. I’d been the one to dictate the terms of the scene, and refusing him would only prove that he was affecting me more than I’d like to admit.
Wordlessly, I gave him my hands. He didn’t break his intense gaze as he secured the supple black leather cuffs around my wrists, buckling them closed with practiced ease. He was obviously an experienced Dom.
That’s good, I tried to tell myself. It’s good for my research.
It would have been easier to convince myself if I wasn’t so intimidated by the cool confidence with which he lifted my arms over my head and clipped them to the chain that dangled from the ceiling. He was tall enough that he easily secured my hands high above me, stretching my body. The cuffs held firm, pressing into my wrists, eliciting a sudden sense of helplessness.
My sex clenched even as a thrill of trepidation raced through me.
“Take a deep breath. You’re safe with me.”
I inhaled without thinking, complying with his low, soothing order.
“Good girl.”
He cocked his head to the side, considering me.
“How do you feel about being blindfolded?”
I drew in a shuddering breath and did my best to shrug nonchalantly, a gesture that was ruined by my bound arms. “Sure,” my voice came out in a breathy whisper that belied my attempt at cool confidence. “You can blindfold me.”
His lips firmed, and he stepped away from me to return to the wall of kinky toys. He quickly selected a strip of black cloth and came back to me.
He leaned in close and wrapped the soft material around my head. Darkness closed around me when it slipped over my eyes. He knotted it firmly, securing it in place.
“I didn’t ask for your permission,” his voice was a low rumble in my ear. “I asked how it makes you feel. Vulnerable? Aroused?”
The cool leather tongue of the crop touched the side of my neck. Sensation lit up my nerve endings, making my skin dance. I was hyper-aware of his closeness, even though he wasn’t touching me directly. The crop traced a slow line down my neck, across my collarbone, before caressing the upper swell of my breasts. I gasped as my core contracted, lust spiking.
“What…” my voice wavered. “What are you doing?”
“You might have played before, but you don’t know the first thing about real BDSM,” he informed me, his tone roughening with his own desire. “I’m dominating you, princess. And you will learn the meaning of submission by the time I’m finished with you.”

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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.
After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.
Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia's current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.
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Excerpt Reveal: Cherish by Dani Wyatt

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Coming June 18th


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Retiring from the military was the right decision for Beckett Fitzgerald. He’s landed the girl of his dreams, the ring is on her finger and the only other mission he’s interested in is putting a baby in Promise’s belly by the time they get back from the honeymoon. Simple, right?

Swept off her feet by Beckett, with his scarred face and Monet blue eyes, Promise is finally learning that true love isn’t just for fairy tales. With her brother finally free from the horrors of foster care and her own personal hero hell-bent on teaching her all the magical ways her body belongs to him, her once-in-a-lifetime feels so real.

But, before their honeymoon suitcases are packed, a knock on the door and a best friend’s betrayal threaten to tear them apart. Beckett will cross oceans and leave a path of destruction behind to protect what is his, but when promises are broken, and the truth is revealed, will their all-consuming love be enough to carry them through?

Author’s Note: You receive both books! Cherish is the conclusion to the best-selling, Promise which is also included here as free bonus content so you can read Beckett & Promise’s story from beginning to end. This book will give you a sweet happily ever after, an insatiable head-over-heels in love alpha hero, panty melting yumminess and no cheating.

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God, Beck, please, that’s enough, I can’t cum anymore—” My voice breaks and cracks when I try to say his name one last time.
As soon as the words leave my lips, I know it’s a mistake. Beckett halts his movements for a moment and I can almost hear the cogs whirring inside his head. His eyes raise to look at me, and I realize I’ve just challenged him.
“We’ll see about that, babe.” He smiles before he attacks me again.
One finger, then two push deep inside me, slipping easily in and out with the slick juice he’s created between my legs. I can feel it running down the insides of my thighs, pooling on the white duvet below my butt.
The tension between us tangles until it’s like we’ve melded together. My pleasure is his pleasure. He moans into my folds, sounding lost in the moment, just like me.
I look down just as he looks up. This is the moment that always slays me. Seeing the desire in his face. His desire to watch me; to know he’s giving me pleasure is enough to push me over the edge again.
The tension gathers low. I keep my eyes on his as he locks them onto mine. His tongue spins around my clit. Then down. Then back. Fingers moving faster and faster, ramming in my cunt until the tingling tightness starts. The last thing I see before my eyes close is the hint of his smile. A flash of that chipped front tooth and then I’m lost again in a climax that jerks my thighs together, slapping and trapping his face between my legs.
I make sounds I’ve never made before. Like an animal in the midst of some perfect torment, a sensual pain that elevates me to something above this plane of existence.
I lose complete control over my muscles. My body jerks and my hips gyrate on his face. My fingers pull at his hair and my brain completely shuts off.
Just the way he planned.
I feel the vibration of his words as he growls into my body. I cum on his face.
“My pussy. My cum. My good girl.”
He talks into me like this often. At first it felt strange.
He’s talking into my pussy.
But Beckett is so unflinchingly confident. So unaffected. So completely alive in every moment. I find it beautiful now, and it makes me feel incredibly cherished.
Besides, it just feels good. Those low baritone vibrations spoken into my soaking girl parts are not without their own sort of tingle.
My eyes begin to focus as he crawls up on top of me. I turn to melted butter at the mere sight of his magnificence. My hands were born to be on his body. I love the contrast of his smooth, soft skin over a hardness that radiates pure physical power. The way the burned skin feels slick, different from the rest.
He is a man in ways I didn’t understand until I met him. Power does not come from bravado nor arrogance nor boisterous frat boy stupidity.
Beckett is power. A true, masculine power that is as loud as it is silent. His calm, unflappable countenance draws me to him like light into dark. I want to tuck myself under his wings, to crawl inside him and feel the peace that he brings me.
His body bridges over me. My hands draw up from his shoulders. I feel the movement of each tendon under sweat slick skin as the head of his enormous cock presses upward between my legs.
“Open,” he demands. “Spread your legs, babe. Open those knees and show me what’s mine. Only mine.”
I do as I’m told, the tingling tightening into a knot in my core as he rears back, licks his lips and shakes his head, looking at my open snatch.
“That’s my horny cunt, isn’t it?” He licks his lips and waits for my nod. “That’s right.”  He sinks two fingers into my dripping opening in one solid movement and brings them, soaking wet, to his lips. “You’ll never get wet for anyone but me. Only me.”
I lay open for him, and after a long silence he shifts down lower. I raise my own body, wanting him inside me even after he’s made me cum at least four times with his mouth. Wanting him fully. Completely.
His brow knits together as he brings his face down to mine. I feel the warmth of his breath on my lips before he takes my mouth. Tasting my own arousal on him makes my belly flutter. I let out a whimper into our kiss.
He pulls back, his face intense, those eyes that could melt candles lock onto mine and my hands cradle his cheeks while his cock dances at my opening.
I want him inside me, more than I want my next breath. But somehow he holds steady, watching me.
“What? Please.  I want you, now.” I whine and wiggle my hips up toward him but he counters backward and I whimper in frustration.
I smell the hint of his clean aftershave as he brings his lips down to my ear.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
He pushes forward. The first brush of his cock sends electricity pulsating over my skin. I draw in a sharp breath and he glides inside, spreading me, pushing his cock slowly where I want all of him right now.
“How much?” I mutter as he draws back, making me gasp. How can a body crave something so deeply? I don't just want his cock inside of me. I feel like I may die if I don't get it.
He’s playing with me. “I love you past the stars. Out there in the universe where there is no time, no measure of things in this world. I love you in a way that no one else on this earth can.  Not in this life and not after.”

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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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quinta-feira, 21 de abril de 2016

Excerpt Reveal: The Wedding Pact by Katee Robert


THE WEDDING PACT
 by Katee Robert

Carrigan O'Malley has fallen in love with family enemy #1, James Halloran and he has absolutely no intention of letting her get away.  THE WEDDING PACT is the second book in a smoking-hot series about the O'Malleys—wealthy, powerful, and full of scandalous family secrets from New York Times Bestseller Katee Robert and Forever Romance.


Series: The O’Malley Series #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2016
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing- Forever

Synopsis:
Carrigan O'Malley has always known her arranged marriage would be more about power and prestige than passion. But after one taste of the hard-bodied, whiskey-voiced James Halloran, she's ruined for anyone else. Too bad James and his family are enemy number 1.

Hallorans vs. O'Malleys—that's how it's always been. James should be thinking more about how to expand his family's empire instead of how silky Carrigan's skin is against his and how he can next get her into his bed. Those are dangerous thoughts. But not nearly as dangerous as he'll be if he can't get what he wants: Carrigan by his side for the rest of their lives.

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Meet the O’Malley family in book one of the O’Malley series, The Marriage Contract:
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Excerpt:
“What are you wearing?”
A pause, as if she’d shocked him. “You’re hitting on me.”
“Are you complaining?” She twisted around in her chair and stared into the mirror on the wall across from her. When he didn’t immediately respond, she kept going. The only alternative was to back down, and Carrigan was so goddamn tired of backing down. The only reason she kept taking James’s calls was because of the distraction he offered her. If he wasn’t going to play, there was no reason for her to stay on the phone.
She really wanted him to stay on the phone. “Shy? That’s okay, I’ll go first. I’m wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of black panties.” She was a liar, but it would take all of five seconds to make it the truth.
“Lovely, you’re testing me.” His voice gained an edge.
Good. At least someone was feeling as out of control as she was. “I suppose you’d like photographic proof.” She stood and shimmied out of her long skirt, and then pinned the phone between her ear and shoulder while she unhooked her bra and took it off. “Hold, please.”
Ignoring his cursing, she adjusted her angle so he would have to be blind to miss the faint outline of her nipples against the fabric of her tank top, and snapped a picture. She knew she was playing with fire. Good lord, of course she knew. But she wasn’t about to stop. She grinned as she sent the picture.
Carrigan put the phone back to her ear in time to hear his sharp inhale. “Your turn.” She held her breath, waiting to see if he’d actually do it. Receiving pictures was one thing. Putting them out in the world was entirely another. Really, she shouldn’t have taken the risk in the first place. There was no telling what he would do with them—they might show up on the Internet. Then who would want to marry her?
Funny, but the idea of countless men checking out her rack didn’t bother her nearly as much if it meant she dodged the marriage bullet. The shame on her family might be enough that her father would send her away permanently. She’d like to spend some time in New York or LA or even New Orleans. Maybe Rome or Paris or Tokyo. The world was so damn big and she’d only seen a little slice of it.
Her phone beeped, pulling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the picture he’d sent and started to shake. Oh my God. James was shirtless, wearing only those goddamn jeans she couldn’t seem to get enough of. And they were unbuttoned—a clear invitation if she ever saw one. An invitation she desperately wanted to accept. “Damn, James. Somebody taught you how to selfie.”
“Maybe I’m a natural.” His voice was little more than a growl. “You started this, lovely. Tell me what’s next.”
The strange mix of command and handing her the reins got her head back in the game. She walked over to her bed and climbed onto it, trying to ignore the trembling in her legs. She could be in charge. She wanted to be. “I’m lying on my bed.”
“What color are the sheets?”
The question seemed to carry far more import than it should. “White.”
“They don’t suit you. Red is your color. Go on.” He sounded so damn imperial, as if he actually knew her. He didn’t. No one did, really. She wore so many masks, sometimes she worried she’d forget the woman at the center of them all.
But this time he was right. She would have chosen red for herself.
Carrigan put the thought away and focused on the now. “You talk too much.”
“My mistake.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry. Good. She wasn’t, either. “How do you want it, lovely? Rough, I’d bet. You’re not fucking breakable, and I think you love to be reminded of that fact.” Something rustled on his end of the line. “Close your eyes.”
She obeyed without thinking, and then instantly snapped them open. “I thought I was in charge.”
“You let me know if I get something wrong.” His laugh told her how unlikely he found the possibility.



About Katee Robert:
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.  

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