quinta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2017

Opinião: "Free Agent"

Autor: Robin Covington
Edição: Março de 2017
ISBN: 9781942299387
Páginas: 100
Origem: Oferecido pela autora em troca de uma opinião sincera

Sinopse: His future. His career. His heart. Everything is on the table. Defenseman James “DC” Washington has had a big year: winning “The Cup” and coming out to his team and the entire world were events that changed his life. Now a free agent, he thought he had his next step all planned out . . . until the man he might not be able to resist puts a sexy offer on the table.

Classificação: 4

quarta-feira, 25 de outubro de 2017

Opinião: "The Scoundrel's Seduction"

Autor: Jennifer Haymore
Série: House of Trent #3
Editor: Forever
Edição/reimpressão: Maio de 2014
ISBN: 9781455523351
Páginas: 368
Origem: Requisitado no NetGalley

Sinopse: Temptation Knows No Bounds…

Undercover agent Sam Hawkins has devoted his life to protecting king and country. So when he receives orders to assassinate a ruthless traitor, he doesn't question his mission. But Sam didn't know his deed had a witness—the beautiful and mysterious betrayer's wife. Now he has no choice but to take her as his prisoner—one he can neither trust…nor resist.

Élise, Lady Dunthorpe, will do anything to escape her powerful captor—including seducing him senseless. She didn't know of her miserable husband's crimes, but she has secrets of her own—secrets that threaten everything she holds dear. With his piercing dark eyes and gentle touch, Sam inflames Élise's deepest desires, but how could she ever trust a man who won't let her go? Caught between the crown he's sworn to serve and the woman he's come to love, Sam will risk his heart—and his very life—to keep her safe.

A minha opinião: The Scoundrel's Seduction é a história de Samson Hawkins, o irmão mais velho dos Trent, e o filho ilegítimo da Duquesa.

Sam trabalha para a coroa britânica e, não sendo exactamente um espião, ele é alguém a quem se recorre quando certos serviços precisam de ser feitos. Como assassinar um lorde traidor que está em conluio com os franceses. Mas a mulher do lorde é testemunha e, não tendo a certeza se ela é também uma traidora, Sam decide raptá-la até que consiga aferir se é inocente ou culpada.

Élise pode ter nascido em França, mas depois de ter perdido a família na guilhotina e ter sido resgatada e enviada para parentes que se haviam refugiado em Inglaterra, sente-se muito mais inglesa do que francesa. Infelizmente, o seu marido não partilha do seu sentimento e está a conspirar com os franceses. E é por isso que ela está em casa quando não era suposto. Só que, ao invés de testemunhar um encontro comprometedor do marido, testemunha o seu assassinato. E quando é raptada pelo assassino, só consegue sentir alívio por ser viúva...
Embora ao início Sam pense que ela é uma traidora, à medida que vão passando mais tempo juntos, mais se convence que ela é inocente afinal de contas. Se ao menos ela soubesse a verdadeira identidade dele... É que o plano de Élise é fugir e encontrar o Duque de Trent para lhe entregar as provas que tem das actividades ilegais do marido. Mal sabe ela que o seu captor é o irmão dele...
Mas tudo muda quando a casa segura onde se encontram é atacada por alguém que quer matar Élise. E ela sabe perfeitamente a mando de quem. Por isso partem ambos de Londres, procurando manter-se seguros ao mesmo tempo que tentam resolver a situação.
E é nesse meio tempo que o mistério em torno da Duquesa é resolvido. E novas revelações são feitas.
Gostei muito de The Scoundrel's Seduction. Acho que o Sam e a Élise são perfeitos um para o outro e gostei muito que o Sam tivesse direito não só ao amor romântico, mas também ao amor familiar. E gostei tanto da explicação para o desaparecimento da Duquesa! Só acho que ela podia ter explicado aos filhos o porquê, nem que fosse numa carta...
Este livro conclui a trilogia da House of Trent, mas a autora escreveu no ano passado uma novela com o Markus como protagonista, o que me faz ter esperança que os outros dois irmãos ainda venham a ter direito à sua história...
Classificação: 4

Release Blitz: Sugar Lips by Aria Cole

When Nolan Redford finds a masked beauty in his arms at the office Halloween party, he's instantly taken. Her seductive curves are at odds with her innocent smile—she's sexy, uninhibited, and just the woman he needs to calm the animal inside. Tangled in a web of unbridled passion, their chemistry is combustible before masks are removed and true identities finally revealed.

Reese Hamilton is the last woman Nolan should want in his bed, but little does she know, he’s already addicted to her sweet taste. He’s taking steps to make her his—to make sure she never gets away.

Warning: Sugar Lips is over-the-top alpha male goodness, sweet enough to induce a toothache, and so sizzling Halloween will never be the same. Make a chocolate martini and spice up your night with Nolan and his sweet treat, Reese—love stories this scorching should be illegal!


   Nolan “Redford!” Clive, one of the junior partners, smacked me on the back as he walked up to my side in the men’s bathroom, whipping out his junk and pissing in the urinal next to me. The murky haze in his eyes and the sway in his gait told me he’d had one too many Jack and Cokes. I groaned inwardly, tucking my cock back in my pants and zipping up. “Whaddya say we hit some balls tomorrow?”
   Nice fucking pun, asshole. “Working tomorrow.”
   “Mmkay…maybe Hamilton will be up for a game.” He referred to my partner at Hamilton & Redford.  
   Maybe I should start hitting the Jack at these fucking horrid office parties. Small talk made me want to gouge my eyes out.
   I’d been at this Halloween party for nearly two hours. Surely, I’d done my duty and could get the fuck out of this place.
   I already spent sixty-plus hours a week slaving for the firm. Hell if I wanted to spend my after-hours here too.  I glanced in the mirror, catching sight of the black mask that camouflaged most of my face. I was ready to toss this cheap thing in the garbage and get home.  
   “Doin’ the shuffle next, Redford!” Clive swayed his hips pathetically. “Better see you out there,” he called, the bathroom door slamming behind me the only reply I had for him.  
   I don’t know why I let John Hamilton talk me into promoting that guy. He did his job well enough, but something about him just grated on my last nerve. I hit the sleek, marble-tiled hallway. And instead of heading right to the rest of the party, low thumps of Bruno Mars pushing through my head, I took a quick left down the back hall that led to my oversized office.
     I sauntered at an easy pace, thoughts of the mini bottles of Grey Goose tucked in my office fridge calling my name. I’d check my messages, compulsive workaholic that I was, and have a glass on the rocks to unwind before calling the company car to drive me home. Bruno Mars bled into Taylor Swift, and just as I was thinking about finding a new DJ for the next office party, I bumped into a warm body, soft curves and a seductive scent filling my space.  
   “Oh gosh,” a tinkling voice uttered.  
   “Sorry ’bout that.” I reached out, catching her elbow to stabilize her on those spikes she called shoes. My eyes traveled down the creamy legs, thighs peeking out beneath the hem of a jet-black cocktail dress. Short. That dress was really fucking short.  
   Thank God for dresses like that.  I sucked in a breath, staggering for a second when her palm rested on my chest, one of those spiky high heels in the air as she twisted at the little strap that held it in place. “These things are killing me.”
   I huffed, clutching my fingers around her wrist to hold her steady. “Take them off. I always question the sanity of any woman I see wearing those death traps.”
   “So…” She cocked her head, smirk tilting to one side. “You’re calling me insane? Is that what you say when you're charming all the ladies?”
   I couldn’t help the grin that shot across my lips. Been a goddamned long time since anyone had made me smile. “Forgive me. I’m known as the office asshole.”
   “That so?” She slipped off the shoe, letting it dangle on one finger. Hell, I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, but I wanted to wrap my lips around that finger and suck. Instead, I dropped to one knee, unclasping the dainty little strap on her other ankle and easing the death heel off her foot.
   My fingertips danced across the soft skin, smooth as the finest silk. I traced a fingertip up the gentle dip of her calf, glancing over the back of her knee when a shiver rippled through her body. One hand tightened on my shoulder, her entire body swaying for a moment before she caught herself.
    “Thanks,” she said when I stood, my eyes holding hers.  Long beats passed, my heart thundering in my ears as we watched each other.  
   “Why didn’t you dress up?” she finally breathed, our gazes still locked.  
  I swallowed past the bundle of razors in my throat, licking my lips before answering, “I’m the boss. What I say goes.” I stepped closer, drawn to her as though we were connected by an invisible force field. “And I don’t do dress-up.” My fingers landed at her temple, eyes moving down to study the lush lips visible behind the white feathered mask she wore. “Not at work parties. I believe in maintaining a healthy distance in the office. Professionalism.”
   She turned, and I missed the gaze behind the mask. It did a hell of a job disguising her face, but her eyes, the brightest shade of azure blue, mesmerized me. “What brought you to the party tonight?”
   She pressed her lips together, the heartbeat at her throat fluttering like a hummingbird, steady, delicate.  
   Everything about her looked so graceful and perfect.  
   My fingers craved the feeling of her hips. I wondered if it’d be too damn forward to kiss her right now.  
   Did I even give a shit if it was too forward? No woman in my entire thirty-nine years had ever had this impact on me.  
   She finally cleared her throat, eyes fluttering closed. “I came with a friend.”
  I nodded, suddenly jealous of the fucker who’d brought her here. The thought of her going home with anyone but me made my vision bleed red.
   “Share a drink in my office with me?” I threaded my fingers with hers, backstepping across the hallway and pulling us both into my office. It was lit with only a dim lamp, and wall-to-wall windows showcased the city around us. She looked achingly beautiful in any light, but the way the shadows played with the tender lines of her face was out of this world entirely. “You won’t be missed, will you?”
   Her eyes met mine, a small shake of her head indicating she wouldn’t.  
   Christ, I couldn't help the feeling that radiated through my balls, had me dying to find out what she’d feel like underneath me. My mouth watered at the thought of the taste of her on my tongue. “Grey Goose okay?”
   Our fingers still connected, we walked across the polished wood floor, getting closer to the windows that overlooked my world. In here, I was the master. What I said was all that mattered, always. So inviting her in here felt…intimate. Like inviting her into my life to take a look around like a voyeur.
   “I don’t really drink,” she finally answered, one palm hovering at the window as if she wanted to touch the pane, peer down the face of the thirty-story building. “Actually, I’m not really sure what I’m doing here.”
   Her profile was lit by slivers of moonlight, drawing me in, begging for my touch. “Does there need to be a reason?” I dragged one fingertip down the curve of her arm, following the soft line and watching as goose bumps formed in my wake. “So turned on,” I hummed, inching closer to her lips. “I think we both know what you’re doing here.”  
   She sucked in her thick bottom lip, and the urge to bite it nearly overwhelmed me.  
   A low growl ripped from my chest before my hands were pushing into her soft waves and my tongue was tracing the moist seam of her pink lips. One of her arms wound around my neck as my palm dug into the creamy flesh of her thigh and wrapped her leg around my waist. Moving her seamlessly against the glass, I planted one hand behind her head, cupping her gently while my mouth melded with hers.   
   Quiet moans slipped past her lips, the nails of one hand biting at the muscle of my shoulder as our tongues twisted. “Taste sweeter than candy.”
   I spun her in my arms, striding the few feet to my desk and laying her across it. My hands raced up her body, delving into her creamy curves and wishing I never had to come up for air.  
   She arched, her hips moving beneath me. My cock pressed against the edge of my desk, grinding with just enough pressure to release the pain and prevent myself from sinking into her for God and everybody to hear. Then again, guess that’d announce to all those bastards out at the party who she belonged to. My balls tugged with something primal at the thought.  
   Claiming her.  
   Planting my seed in that sweet cunt and tying her to me for life.  
  With one palm sliding up her calf, I kissed my way along the path to the promised land, taking my time and savoring every inch like a man starved. I moved over her knees, enjoying the way she squirmed and arched when I hit all her sensitive spots. The scent of her juicy pussy pushed me on, the hemline of that short little dress rising higher and higher by the second until a pair of bubblegum-pink satin panties came into view.  
   A strip of bubblegum fucking pink stood between me and the only thing I wanted.  
   “Jesus, look at you wrapped up all pretty like a piece of candy for me.” I dusted a fingertip across the damp satin, a serrated sigh burning off her lips when I did. “Can’t wait to taste your sweet come on my tongue.”
   A bowl of Halloween candy corn caught my eye, my secretary having left it on my desk earlier to “add a little cheer.”
   A grin parted my lips as I grabbed a handful, taking my time tracing a line of candy across the waistband of those little panties, down to the apex of her thighs and landing on the silky covered pussy that was about to be all mine.  
   Her chest rose up and down as she watched me with aroused eyes, small shakes wracking her body whenever my knuckle dusted a sensitive spot. I beamed when I’d finished my job, making a candy-corn bikini overtop of all that bubblegum. “I really love candy, sweetheart.”
   She stopped breathing when our eyes met and held.  
   I winked once before pushing my tongue out and licking a piece of the candy off her waist. I followed the line, working my way around her gorgeous cunt until the damp spot at the center of her crotch had grown bigger, until the scent of her pretty pussy in the air was too much for me to bear.
   I needed inside her. I couldn't think straight. I didn’t know what the repercussions might be tomorrow, but I would deal with them then. She was so sweet and soft, lying beneath me like this, looking up at me with those mesmerizing ocean eyes, a mountain of white feathers hiding the contours of her face.
   I flicked the tip of my tongue along the crease of her thigh, teasing as I moved my way along, gobbling up her candy-covered cunt, wishing to hell those panties were edible so I never had to stop. I moved to the small X of candy I’d made atop the tiny bud of her clit. I sucked in the sugary confection, nearly groaning when the scent of her cunt met my taste buds.  
  I’d pound my dick into the wooden desk in the next two minutes if I wasn't inside her before then.  
   But I couldn't. She was special. I wanted to please her first. I wanted her desperate for me.
   I nibbled the last of the candy off her clit then locked my lips over the outline of the bud, warming it with my breath, then pulling on the sensitive flesh with my teeth. Her hands pushed into my hair, pulling softly as a slow wave of pleasure rolled through her body.  
   “Oh God, oh my God,” she whimpered, making me want to slide a finger inside those bubblegum panties and tear them from her body. Soft moans turned to ragged gasps as I slid one thumb against the mound of her clit. Like I’d pushed a button, she shot off in a thousand shudders around me. She sounded like a goddamn angel when she came. I didn’t know that was a thing, but hell if it wasn’t true.  “Watching you come makes me want to take you home and tie you to my bed and do this on repeat all weekend long.”
   A lazy smile spread over her lips. “That sounds amazing.”
   “Mm, well, I don’t like to make a habit of inviting strangers to stay in my home, but an exception could be made…” I slid my hands up her body, cupping her full tits as I did, licking at the flesh that pushed out of the V-neck. Sucking between her succulent cleavage then over her collarbone, I tasted the hollow of her neck, making a point of leaving a small hickey. My mark on her, just like it should be.  
   Our lips connected, soft and slow, my cock nestled against her hot pussy and grinding as my head and my heart warred. I wanted to dive into her. I had a feeling if I did, I’d get lost and forget to come up for air, but I didn't want to overstep.  
   “If I’m gonna make you come all weekend, I should at least know your name. What do I call you, beautiful?”
   Her eyes widened before averting to the ceiling. “Reese.” Then those coastal blue eyes connected with mine and held, one hand pulling the feather mask off her face. “Reese Hamilton.”
    And just like that, a fucking mortar burst inside my chest.  
   She was gorgeous. She didn’t look anything like I remembered. Hell, my head was hazy with any memories of her beyond a passing nod when she walked through the office.  
   But dammit, she was so beautiful. How the fuck had I gotten myself here?
   I groaned, suddenly feeling like her touch burned, launching off her body as though my life depended on it. Hell, it did. I’d been about to fuck my partner’s daughter. The one I’d watched grow up—from pigtails to high heels, preschool to college, I’d been there for just about all of it.
  “Fuck me.”

Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn't take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!
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terça-feira, 24 de outubro de 2017

Opinião: "One Night with an Earl"

Autor: Jennifer Haymore
Série: House of Trent #2.5
Editor: Forever Yours
Edição/reimpressão: Abril de 2014
ISBN: 9781455548026
Páginas: 120

Sinopse: Beatrice Reece, Lady Fenwick, has retired from polite society. Everyone knows her late husband treated her abominably, and she simply cannot bear the whispers of the ton. But it's the night of London's premier masquerade ball—and Beatrice's one chance to revel in anonymity. She hopes no one will recognize her beneath her mask, not even the sinfully sexy stranger across the room who holds her captive in his gaze.

Andrew Sinclair would know beautiful Beatrice anywhere from the gentle sway of her hips, the richness of her hair and the lushness of her body. When he asks her to dance, the attraction is instant and all-consuming. The only woman he's ever truly wanted is finally in his arms. But when the clock strikes twelve, will this one reckless night fade into the morning light?

A minha opinião: One Night with an Earl é mais um dos contos escritos por Lady Esme, personagem da série House of Trent.

Beatrice Reece, Lady Fenwick, foi vítima de abusos (embora não sejam especificados) por parte do seu marido, mas depois da morte deste num duelo, toda a sociedade a culpou pela morte dela e ela passou a ser uma pária. E é nessa condição que vive, há dois anos, em casa dos pais, eles próprios criaturas horrendas que a culpam por tudo. Contudo, esta noite, persuadida por uma amiga, ela decide escapulir-se de casa para ir a um baile de máscaras. Se ninguém souber quem ela é, ninguém a irá maltratar, certo?

Porém, há alguém que a reconhece assim que a vê. Andrew Sinclair apaixonou-se por Beatrice desde a sua primeira temporadas, mas demorou demasiado tempo a planear como a iria pedir em casamento e ela acabou noiva do Lord Fenwick antes que o pudesse fazer. Mas ele nunca a esqueceu e encara o reencontro de ambos no baile como uma segunda oportunidade. E, desta vez, não perde tempo a pensar e age de imediato!

Mais uma vez, gostei muito deste conto, das suas personagens e da história. É uma espécie de versão da Cinderela, mas em que o príncipe sabe desde logo quem se encontra por detrás da máscara. E que príncipe este! O Andrew é fantástico, apaixonado em segredo há anos pela Beatrice, ele aproveita a segunda oportunidade que o destino lhe dá e não desiste enquanto não consegue o final feliz que ambos merecem. Só tive pena que a história não fosse um pouquinho mais desenvolvida, mas tratando-se de uma novela, tinha mesmo de ser curta.

Classificação: 4

Programa do Festival Bang!

O Festival Bang! está a chegar, é já este sábado dia 28 de outubro, no pavilhão Carlos Lopes. 
Para além da presença Anne Bishop autora de sagas como Os Outros ou As Joias Negras, estarão também presentes os Moonspell.

Os Moonspell vão revelar, pela primeira vez, alguns dos detalhes da biografia da banda, escrita por Ricardo Amorim e a ser publicada pelas edições Saída de Emergência em 2018.
Este momento único inclui ainda a leitura de alguns excertos da biografia, em exclusivo e ainda antes do lançamento da obra, no final desta sessão teremos a oportunidade de assistir a um show case da banda.

Release Day Blitz: Dark Promises by Winter Renshaw

I have a secret …

I don’t care if you like me or not.

Insatiable lust for power and control runs thick in my veins. My father served as president of the United States of America—and his father before him. Montgomeries are born to lead and rule, to fear nothing and cower to no one, to make allegiances not friends.

But I digress.

With a senate campaign about to launch and presidential aspirations at fever pitch intensity, imagine my dismay when my strategist tells me I need to “settle down” with a “nice girl” in order to appeal to my constituents.

Enter Rowan Aldridge, a head-turning stunner with a charm school walk, Jackie O. refinement, and a well-connected family.

She’s perfect.

So I’ll do what I have to do, make her believe what I need her to believe, and as soon as the campaign’s over and I’ve secured my senatorial seat, I’ll release my pretty little butterfly back into the wild.

But this isn’t about all of that.

This is what happens a villain falls in love.

“Do you want me to stay?” she asks, peering up at me through dark lashes.
“What kind of question is that?” I shake my head, eyes narrowing. “More than anything, Rowan. I’d give anything for you to stay, for us to be together.”
I kiss her sweet lips, and I’m bathed in a strange warmth, an electric sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. And for the first time, my words aren’t bullshit and lies.
I want her to stay.
I want her to choose me.

Wall Street Journal and #1 Amazon bestselling author Winter Renshaw is a bona fide daydream believer. She lives somewhere in the middle of the USA and can rarely be seen without her trusty Mead notebook and ultra portable laptop. When she’s not writing, she’s living the American dream with her husband, three kids, and the laziest puggle this side of the Mississippi.

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segunda-feira, 23 de outubro de 2017

Book Blitz: Personal Escort by Ainsley Booth

Personal Escort

by Ainsley Booth
Billionaire Secrets #2
Publication Date: October 24, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

She needs a face fiancé. He’s secretly falling in love.

Cara Russo needs to get married. Or at least, make it look like she got married.
Toby Hunt can’t let his best friend’s little sister rush into anything foolish. So when she needs to hire an escort, he says he’ll take care of it.
Now he’s waiting for her at St. George Station.

This billionaire rom com modern fairy tale was originally published in the Love in Transit anthology. It has been expanded for single title publication.

The Billionaire Secrets series
Personal Delivery – Jake and Jana
Personal Escort – Toby and Cara
Personal Disaster – Marcus and Poppy (currently available in the Rogue Desire anthology)
Personal Interest – Ben and Skye, coming soon

About Ainsley Booth

Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. She is the USAT bestselling author of Prime Minister and Hate F*@k, and also writes sexy small town and military romance as Zoe York.

domingo, 22 de outubro de 2017

Opinião: "Royal Stripper"

Autor: Sienna Valentine
Edição/reimpressão: Fevereiro de 2017
Páginas: 190
Origem: Recebido em troca de uma opinião sincera

Sinopse: It seemed like the perfect cover.

Crown Prince or not, I was tired of all of the pressures back home. Get married. Start a family. Ensure the royal bloodline remained intact. Do your duty.

It was too much stress and almost led me to trusting the wrong woman. It would have been a catastrophic mistake, and one that I vowed never to make again.

So I escaped to America and found a job that ensured I would stay surrounded by beautiful, horny women that wanted nothing more than to have a good time with no expectations about anything long term. Everyone got what they wanted.

I was like the Robin Hood of sexual desire, doling it out to those in need.

Like I said, it was the perfect plan.

Until I met Ally.

Royal Stripper is a hot and steamy romance that is light, fun, and has a definite HEA that leaves everyone satisfied!

sexta-feira, 20 de outubro de 2017

Piper Lawson's NSFW Blog Tour

Meet the Author:

I love reading and writing stories where the girls aren’t doormats, the guys aren’t asshats, and secondary characters aren’t second-class citizens. A card-carrying millennial, I have two business degrees and zero hope of starting a fashion label (unlike my Travesty characters!). I crave quirk the way some people crave kink, and believe life is too short not to do what—and who—you love.

My home base near Toronto, Canada is shared with my wonderful sig other. He's the perfect man for me because not only is he tall dark & handsome, he will beta read for me under duress. And really, that's what love is. Beta reading under duress.

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About the Book:

Being bad never felt so good...

The office is full of rules. Everything is off-limits. Making a charity calendar of the sexy guys on your floor? Not allowed. Shrinking your boss' underwear when he sends it for dry-cleaning? Can't do that either.

But those things keep the natural balance. See, Avery Banks, our resident rising star, is a shark. The tall, blond, and gorgeous kind with zero patience and even less forgiveness.

Good thing I'm the Mae West of executive assistants. I live to put grown men in their place.

He wasn't supposed to find out...

Now he's made it his personal vendetta to screw me the way I screwed him. I'm at his beck and call, 24/7, for every humiliating, meaningless request.

Until we stumble on a new game. One we both want to play. One we both need to win.

And once we start...I'm not sure Avery wants to replace me.

I'm not sure I want him to.

All I want is more of this. The fire under the ice. What happens behind closed doors.

It's twisted, and so damn hot. But he's my boss. And with the company coming off a scandal even I couldn't engineer? What we're doing is strictly NSFW.

Lucky for me, Avery and I have one thing in common...

We both suck at following the rules.

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quinta-feira, 19 de outubro de 2017

Cover Reveal: A Real Man Limited Edition Box Set by Jenika Snow

A Real Man Limited Edition Box Set.  (includes never before published bonus content)

Books included in set:


Lumberjack bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)


Virgin holiday bonus chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)

Baby Fever

Baby Fever bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)


Experienced bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)


Roommate bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)


Arrogant bonus holiday chapter (previously published Box Set Volume Two)


Feral bonus chapter


Dirty bonus chapter


Viking bonus chapter


Blacksmith bonus chapter


Brutal bonus chapter

Kilt Me

Kilt Me bonus chapter

Coming October 26th

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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