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My job is to protect.
I’m the best, the king’s elite.
She’s the only thing strong enough to make me look away.
Logan Hunt is a guard. He’s constantly aware of his surroundings; he knows every angle; he searches and rescues. He’ll take a bullet.
His new assignment is to protect the queen regent, keep his eyes on her at all times. He’s more than up to the task…
Until a face from his past returns, and the one mission he’s sworn to complete becomes his biggest liability.
DIRTY DEALERS is an all-new stand-alone CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC SUSPENSE coming Jan 24, 2017. It features secrets, lies, double-crosses, angst, a touch of darkness, and panty-melting sexytimes.
About the Author
The "Queen of Hot Romance," Tia Louise is the Award-Winning, International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series.
From "Readers' Choice" nominations, to picking up USA Today "Happily Ever After" nods, to winning "Favorite Erotica Author" (2015) and the "Lady Boner Award" (2014) (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories.
A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations...
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No Regrets by Aimee Noalane
Genre: Contemporary Romance/New Adult
Release Date: November 30th
If life ever taught me anything, it’s that nothing should be taken for granted.
One moment is all it takes to break a promise.
Friendship becomes love
One second is all it takes to end a life.
Love becomes pain
One distraction is all it took to change our destiny.
Pain becomes hate
One moment. One second. One distraction.
Hate becomes consuming
I’m in love with my best friend and that one second changed everything.
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My Rating: 4 stars
Wow, what a book. I never been emotional on a New Adult book like I did with No Regrets. It was a beautifully written book that totally consumed and ripped me to shreds while I was reading it. I was in a sate of emotions with No Regrets. I was so in awe and also excited because the story was so moving. No Regrets really had so much heart and love that I became so overwhelmed in them in a good way.
No Regrets was a beautiful and captivating story of love, pain, sacrifice and the choice we make in life. I was o pulled to the story that I devoured the book in four hours. The story was just so good. Yeah there was a lack of sex scenes but I did not mind at all because the story focused on a powerful message. No Regrets got me thinking about life. Don't live in your life with regrets rather be happy, smile a lot and love. I totally could relate to the story. I was moved by the story to the core and I felt my heart ripping into shreds because I was so touched by it.
I loved the characters. They each had a special dynamic to the story. I felt what they feeling and I made a special connection with them. Abbygail and Oliver are so cute together. They had that chemistry that was believable and so special. I did want them together a s a couple and I was routing for them but they had pride that frustrated me to no end. I was shouting at the book a lot.
No Regrets was an awesome story and I cannot wait for the second book. I know I am in for a ride. I will definitely be reading more books from Aimee Noalane.
About the Author
Taking care of children is Aimee Noalane’s vocation. Reading is her passion. Writing is her new adventure. She is a wife, mother, foster parent, friend, and Canadian author.
Chocolate and candy are her devilish addiction, but if you’re really sweet she might agree to share some with you.
A Veil of Vines by Tillie Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
To most people, princes, princesses, counts and dukes are found only in the pages of the most famous of fairytales. Crowns, priceless jewels and gilded thrones belong only in childhood dreams.
But for some, these frivolous fancies are truth.
For some, they are real life.
On Manhattan’s Upper East Side, people have always treated me as someone special. All because of my ancestral name and legacy. All because of a connection I share to our home country’s most important family of all.
I am Caresa Acardi, the Duchessa di Parma. A blue blood of Italy. I was born to marry well. And now the marriage date is set.
I am to marry into House Savona. The family that would have been the royals had Italy not abolished the monarchy in 1946. But to the aristocrats of my home, the abolition means nothing at all.
The Savonas still hold power where it counts most.
In our tight-knit world of money, status and masked balls, they are everything and more.
And I am soon to become one of them.
I am soon to become Prince Zeno Savona’s wife…
… or at least I was, until I met Achille.
And everything changed.
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I opened the window beside me and stared at the illuminated entrance. I swallowed hard and placed my empty glass on the bar. Metal groaned, breaking through the twilight, as the massive black wrought-iron gates began to open. The limo slowly pulled onto the property’s lane, and I drank in the thick forest that shielded the estate. I inhaled the freshness of the lush green trees. The unpolluted sky was thick with stars—not a single cloud in sight.
A few minutes later, the thick woods cleared, and I gasped. Acres and acres of gold and green vineyards covered the landscape. The scents of plump grapes and damp soil permeated the warm air. I closed my eyes. It reminded me of being a child. It brought me back to the days before I was taken to New York. I could still feel the heat of the Emilia-Romagna sun on my face, the deep smell of olives, grapes and flowers drifting in the breeze as I ran around our Parma estate.
I smiled a nostalgic smile and allowed my eyes to drift open again. I rested my arms on the window and leaned my chin on them as the limo drove on. There were several small villas peppered over the landscape, their lights twinkling in the distance. They must have been the winemakers’ residences. It was not only the Bella Collina merlot that was made on this land; other reds were too—particularly the Chianti from the region’s finest Sangiovese grapes. The Bella Collina olive oil was also up there with the best. But nothing compared to the famed merlot.
The limo turned right, and my breath caught in my throat. I lifted my head and stared disbelievingly at the property ahead. Bella Collina was a veritable Palace of Versailles tucked away in the Umbrian wilderness.
“Mio Dio,” I whispered as I took in the imposing stone structure, the sweeping steps and the vast number of windows set in the building’s walls. Large pillars of red-veined marble flanked the entrance. Cypress trees framed the estate as if it were the shining star of a fine Renaissance painting. Sculptures of famed Savona monarchs of old stood proudly on the manicured lawns, and strategically placed lighting illuminated the sheer perfection of every piece of topiary.
As a child, I had been to the Palazzo Savona in Florence. It was widely regarded to be one of the finest estates in all of Italy, if not western Europe. But this . . . this . . . there were no words. It was perfectly placed, as if it had always been there. As if it had grown naturally from the Umbrian earth just as sure as the vines and woods that kept this architectural treasure hidden from view.
About Tillie Cole
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.
After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.
Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.
When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.
Own by K.I. Lynn & N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series; The Need Series
Release Date: November 28th
Kira’s finally mine.
And nobody and nothing is going to take her from me. I’ll fight for her, to the death. Do anything for her.
There’s no more living without her. No more holding back my feelings.
If only it was enough.
We’re surrounded every day.
Everyone knows us. Now, they suspect. The odds are stacked against us more than before.
We live in the shadows, hiding our love from the entire world.
But not for long.
I refuse to live like this anymore.
I’ll do whatever it takes to own her. I’m waging a dark war against those that stand against us.
And I will win.
That girl is going to be mine forever, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.
Why the fuck is Kira at this party?
I have no right to begrudge her this. She should be here, having fun, experiencing college to the fullest.
It just burns that she came here without telling me. That she didn’t even think of inviting me.
That she’s pushing me away while making time to sit on the grass with Austin.
If Dana hadn’t told Ryan to call me, I wouldn’t have known Kira was here.
This party is taking place in one of the student’s homes—a mansion so fucking big, it’s bordering on ridiculous.
I’m never going to find Kira here, and according to what Dana told Ryan, Kira’s shitfaced. Drunk out of her mind.
And Dana lost her.
Growling under my breath, I push past the crowd, ignoring every drunk girl who tries to grope me.
Sometimes I wonder how I ever got high off this kind of attention. How my ego fed on it. It’s annoying as fuck.
I’ve already checked the large ass kitchen. Two of the sitting rooms. The foyer. The pool room. And almost every room upstairs.
I get a text from Dana. Marilyn just spotted her going into the movie theater on the first floor. OMW there now.
Of course this place has a movie theater, too.
Fucking ridiculous, as I said.
I about-face and practically fly down the stairs. I have no idea where the hell the movie theater is, so I grab a few people as I walk and ask them.
All of them are as clueless as I am.
They look at me as if I’m crazy.
To them, I probably look like I am.
Finally, I find one person who knows. Don’t know who he is, don’t care. He points me in the right direction, and I rush away without even thanking him.
The theater is all the way in the back of the house, in an area that’s actually empty. I get there in time to see Dana opening the door and rushing in.
Man, she’s an awesome girl. I could never thank her enough for caring for Kira the way she obviously does.
I go inside and find the small theater empty, except for Dana, Marilyn . . .
My breath whooshes out of me at the sight of her. I’m instantly hard, aching, furious, and possessive.
We haven’t fucked in days and I’d be lying if I said my balls aren’t full to bursting. I need sex right now like I need air and she’s the only person to give it to me.
But she came here, in that tiny, dark purple dress.
I have no right to tell her how to dress--but what the fuck is she doing coming to a party dressed like that without me?
Kira’s leaning against one of the chairs all the way at the front of the theater, refusing to move despite Marilyn urging her.
It’s obvious she really is drunk as a motherfucker.
“I just want to be alone, guys,” she says, almost whining.
I refuse to be amused. Now’s not the time. I’m too pissed at her.
But, fuck me. She’s sexy, adorable, and those lips are begging for my cock.
“I know, sweetie. But it’s not good for you to be alone right now.”
Kira swats Marilyn away. “Stop your shit, woman. You’re not my mother.”
Even Dana laughs at that one.
“She’s not. But I’m your man. And I say you’re not going to be alone.”
They all turn to stare at me as I walk down the short steps toward them.
Kira’s eyes flare with resentment.
She rakes me with a cold stare that still manages to burn my entire body with how hungry it is.
Damn. If any of these girls just happen to look down a bit, they’re going to get an eyeful of how hard my dick is.
“I don’t want you here, either.” She swats me away like an imperious little queen.
“Girls. Leave us.”
Marilyn and Dana hesitate at my tone.
I don’t have time for this shit. “Now.”
Dana snaps to action first and leads Marilyn up the stairs and out of the theater.
Kira’s still looking at me with that rebellious hunger, a lust-filled sneer on her face.
I have no qualms about reaching down and palming my dick in front of her.
Her eyes flare hungrily.
“We’re leaving, Kitty. Now.” I can’t fuck her until she sobers up considering how angry at me she is, but I’m getting her home.
Kira steps toward me and stumbles at bit.
I rush forward and catch her, pulling her up against me.
Contact. Seering, torturous contact. I have my arms wrapped around her, my hands on her ass, before I realize what I’m doing. As always, it’s an instant reaction. Absolutely zero control over my own body.
Kira pushes at my chest and that sexy small growl she gives me turns me on so much. “Don’t touch me.”
My barely leashed temper snaps free. “Like hell. You’re mine.”
She struggles against me, her body sliding along mine. “Excuse me if I don’t want to go back to fucking the dick I’ve seen inside Jennifer two too many times.”
She’s hurting. I get it. Shit, I’d be even more feral in her shoes.
But I’ll be damned if I let her pretend she doesn’t want me anymore.
Fisting her hair, I slide my other hand under her dress and roughly shove her panties to side.
Kira lets out a broken gasp at the feel of my fingers slipping inside her.
I move them around on purpose so she can hear how wet she is. “Lie to me again. Tell me you don’t want me,” I growl in her face.
Her arms wind around my neck and she slams her lips against mine. Growling at me like she hates me and wants to eat me at the same time, she kisses me with everything she has.
Trying to control me.
I want nothing more than to show her who’s fucking in charge here, but she’s licking my tongue like it’s the tip of my dick, and her hips are thrusting up and down, fucking my fingers.
Using me for her pleasure.
Her body locks up, her plump pussy swelling around my fingers. A throb, a rush of liquid, and she’s squirting into my hand, her sexy moans echoing between our lips.
I manhandle her, my mind cracking under the pressure of so much need. Spinning, I fall to my knees on the short steps and place her beneath me.
The steps are short but they’re huge. Enough to accommodate her lower body on one.
Kira leans back with her elbows on the step above her. Head thrown back, gorgeous throat exposed, she struggles to pull in air.
I lean back on my haunches and yank my belt open.
The sound makes her raise her head. By the time her eyes are on my crotch, I already have my glistening cock out in my hand.
She whispers my name like a prayer.
This is what I need. No more distance. No more pain. Just her and her nearly demonic need to have me.
And I need this even more.
I grab her thighs and tug her toward me. Kira says my name again. Her hands land on my shoulders, fisting my shirt.
I spread her legs wide, wider than I probably should, and slide that juicy cunt right onto my dick.
Her body arches off the stairs like she’s being possessed.
If I haven’t left enough of me inside her for her to understand—for her to accept—that I own her and always will . . .
I’m going to remedy that.
And there’s nothing she can do about it.
I pull my hips back, slow, hissing at the slick feel of her pussy walls tightening. Trying to keep me in.
Kira whimpers, clenching me even harder.
Wanting to let me go and powerless to do anything but keep me.
Using all my strength, I slam back into her.
One hard, vicious thrust.
She cries out and comes all over me.
Just like that.
I crack my neck, a growl purring through my chest, and lay into her. No mercy. No thought.
I’m close. Just a few more pumps into that slick cunt.
Kira fists my hair, her moans bouncing off the walls around us. I lower myself down and brace my elbows on either side of her head.
She tries to tug me down and kiss me.
I slide one hand beneath her head, fisting that beautiful hair, and drag her up to me. “Who told you that you could come here dressed like that?”
She bites my lip hard enough to make my vision snap white. I think I taste blood. “Fuck you. You don’t own m—” She chokes on her words with my next thrust.
I can’t stop groaning, yet somehow I’m laughing in her face at the ridiculousness of her statement. “You want to keep fucking lying to yourself, Kitty?”
She hisses like the wild cat she is and leans up to lick across my bottom lip. When she pulls back, I see it.
Her lips are stained with the blood she drew from me.
I press my lips to her, our tongues dueling. We’re nothing but a mindless mass of sex, and I can feel the come rising up my shaft.
In the back of my head, it registers that I hear people speaking.
On the other side of the door.
“That bitch ruined my life!”
“First off, don’t ever call her a bitch in front of me. Got it? Secondly, you have no proof it was her that sent your parents that video. Third, back the fuck off, or I’m going to forget we were ever—”
The door opens.
I raise my head enough to look up. For a split second, the fact that we’ve been caught freezes me.
Then I see two pairs of familiar blue eyes locked on us.
Own by K.I. Lynn & N. Isabelle Blanco is the highly anticipated conclusion to the Need Series and releases on November 28th!
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Meet K.I. Lynn
K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestselling Series, Breach. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn't until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.
Since she began posting stories online, she's garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination...or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain... Usually it's cheese.
Meet N. Isabelle Blanco
N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.
Title : Blame It On The Shame Part 2
Author : Ashley Jade
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
I've fallen in love with Lou-Lou.
And I'll stop at nothing to keep her away from you.
But there's one thing I never counted on...
The moment when our 'truths' would turn into lies.
I thought Bruno DeLuca was our biggest threat.
I was wrong.
Because the fire burning between us—would end up destroying us.
And killing me.
People think love conquers all.
What they don't know is that for some of us...it comes at a price.
The ultimate price.
Sometimes, love can end up wrecking you—instead of saving you.
Sometimes, love can quickly turn to hate.
And sometimes...even after you've killed your demons—there's still one more that comes to the surface.
"There are two sides to every story...this is ours."
Warning: Due to strong language, some violence, explicit sexual content, and some dark elements, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
*Trigger Warning*: Any readers with sensitivity to dark reads should proceed with caution and at their own risk.
You've been warned.
Author's Note: This is part two of a three-book series. (Blame It on the Shame: Lou-Lou and Ricardo's story.)
However, in order to truly enjoy Lou-Lou and Ricardo's story, it is advised you read 'Blame It on the Pain' first as this story will follow the same timeline.
I don't know where he is...but I know he's close. I open my eyes and blink rapidly due to the rain coming down much harder now.
Tingles erupt on my skin and the air thickens when I look ahead and see the outline of him walking. Only he's not walking toward me, he's walking away from me. He must have just left.
When he takes another step, I realize he's not actually walking at all...he's stumbling.
He holds his arm out, bracing himself against the alley wall briefly and I continue to watch him. He waits a beat and attempts to walk again, but stumbles...even worse this time.
I've never seen Ricardo so out of sorts before. Panic jams in my chest with my next thought. Oh, god. What if he's hurt? What if someone attacked him?
And just like that, I'm running as fast as I can to get to him. Since he's less than a block away, I catch up quickly.
His back is turned to me but I reach for his arm as he begins to sway.
His arm twitches and I can feel the chords of his muscles begin to tighten.
Shit, he's going to take a swing. He hates being touched.
“It's just me,” I say quickly. “Only me.”
“I know it's you.” His voice comes out slurred and gruff.
“Are you okay?”
He yanks his arm away. “I'm fine. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't need your help.”
I force myself to ignore the sharp sting of his words before slowly backing away from him.
He falls against the alley wall and hangs his head. “Christ, I hate it when Tyrone's right. I'm never drinking again.”
“Famous last words,” I say before I can stop myself.
Memories of the day we first met and when he said those very same words to me begin to play through my head like a slideshow...
At least, until his head snaps up and he shoots me a look so threatening the entire world stops. “Fuck you,” he spews.
My Rating: 5+ stars
“Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation." ―Stephen King
Wow. I am in awe of Blame it on the Shame Part 2. There are simply not enough words that can do enough justice to this brilliant book. None, whatsoever. I was simply mind blown by everything in this book. There was absolutely no flaws in Blame it on the Shame Part 2 at all. Wow. I have been waiting for a long time for this book. I could not keep my emotions at bay when I finally got it. I was in immense happiness and quickly devoured it like crazy. I was not disappointed at all. Blame it on the Shame Part 2 is one of those books that will you on a trance. It gave me one of the biggest hangover on earth. It is just damn good.
Blame it on Shame Part 2 is the continuation story of Ricardo and Lou Lou. You need to read Part 1 to understand the story. This book truly rocked me to the core to the point I was a huge mess. I was crying so hard. I had ton actually stop at most scenes to get my bearings. That is the beauty of a book you know. It is so beautiful because having a book affect you so much that you feel it in your heart and soul is truly majestic. There comes a certain point where a book takes you to a place that you cannot explain nor really have the words to say about the pace, then that is when you know that you read a book that is beyond special. Blame it on the Shame is truly a special book because as I an writing this review, I am overcome with emotions. It certainly played with all my emotions. Not only was it emotional, but it had a dark edge that was simply magnificent. I applaud Ashley Jade because she gave us a journey in this book. She gave me dark that it gave me shivers and ripples all over my body. She gave me a raw intensity. So raw that it consumed me to point that I was reeling. I am forever changed with this story. I did not know what to do when I finished that I simply had a shot of brandy because I was in shock. Every page and sentence screamed BEST FUCKING BOOK EVER MADE ON EARTH!!!!!It is that book that will forever be etched in your heart, mind, body and soul. It is a beautiful tragedy with a phenomenal story of love, pain. sacrifice, friendship and heart.
But the reality is... she has no idea what she wants. Because she's never had the choice before. She's never had the freedom to choose. She's never taken a single breath without a monster breathing down her back. She's never spread her wings... because she's never been let out of her cage.
Lou Lou is quite a dynamic character. She is a character that you want to hate but cannot because her story manages to pull your heart strings all the time. In Part 1, I could relate to her. In Part 2, I saw a side to her that absolutely broke my heart into a thousand pieces. She can be a bitch but she is someone who I think deserves love and happiness. She needs it. I found myself feeling more and more sorry for her. She truly touched my heart.
"My name is Ricardo DeLuca— and I'm ready to take my place."
Oh Ricardo. My book husband. Yes, he is mine. So hands off lol. I found myself very angry at him most times. So angry at him that I am separated from him lol. But man oh man, there was so uch complexities in him that I find so alluring and got to understand a lot more about him. He cared fro Lou Lou but there were times where he really showed pain that smacked me straight to my heart. It was so special because Ashley Jade gave him a flaw that annihilated me.
Together Ricardo and Lou Lou have that alluring and intense chemistry that just makes me fall in love with them. In Part 2, there were such a darkness in them that it really gave the story so much dynamic.
Blame it in the Shame Part 2 is a story that really destroyed my whole being. It haunts me all the time. But it is that beautiful haunting that completely had my mind derailed. Part 2 really has become my book of the year because it holds a special in my heart. It is the book that made me question a lot about me sometimes. It is the book that really played with my emotions a lot. You need to read this book. It is just damn beautiful. I will stop there because I might end up spoiling it. All I can say is GO EFFING READ PART 2!!!!!!
I'm a lover of psychology, romance, erotica, dark romance, dark erotica, and anything thought provoking...except for math. I've always read books growing up, and after having a strange dream one night; I decided to just go for it and publish my first series.
Little did I know, I would end up falling head over heels in love with writing.
If I'm not researching, paying off student loan debt, or writing a novel- you can usually find me watching my favorite series on Netflix, stealing my man’s t-shirts, or pondering the meaning of life.
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Crown Jewels by Ella James
Publication Date: November 20th, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
From USA Today bestseller Ella James...
After that close-up of his package on the sailboat in Morocco, TMZ started calling him Crown Jewels.
Not that I keep track of Prince Liam. Definitely don’t stalk him online like my friends do.
I’m out of that scene now. My family’s reality show might still be running, but I’ve been off-screen for a while. When people pass me on the sidewalk, they might squint, but most of them don’t scream “Lucy Rhodes” and ask about my love of Lucky Charms or how my broken toe healed.
Prince Liam—my stalking his Instagram—that’s just for fun. It’s my dirty little secret. Trust me, I’m the only woman in the world who doesn’t actually want him.
Except I’m back in the Hamptons for the first time in two years. I’m at a party, and Prince Manwhore is here as well. I tell myself that smile has no effect on me. That his ridiculous charisma is a parlor trick I see right through.
After our one night together, no one knows that I succumbed.
It doesn’t matter. It meant nothing.
Not until I see those two pink lines.
Crown Jewels is an 80,000-word contemporary romance novel with no cliffhanger ending.
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About Ella James
Ella James is the USA Today bestselling author of fifteen teen and adult love stories. She's an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.
Ella's obsessions include vanilla cream soda, hiking, other obscure, crunchy stuff like rock collecting, and the antics of her 2.5 little monsters. (Monsters 1 and 2 will meet Monster 3 in November).
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Title: Spiralling Skywards Book #2 : Fading
Author: Lesley Jones
Release Date: 16th November
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I am excited to reveal the cover to Spiralling Skywards #2: Fading by Lesley Jones. I read book 1 and I absolutely adored it. I cried while reading book 1 and I am so excited to read book 2. I know that I am going to cry. The cover is so beautiful. I love artistic covers like this.
From the outside looking in, Sarah and Liam’s bond has been unbreakable since the moment they first laid eyes on each other. Love, romance, and friendship should form the ropes that tether them together. But when old insecurities rise to the surface, Sarah loses sight of her self-worth and feels her identity fading. Faced with a choice that threatens to fray those ties, she finally begins to unravel. Until one day, those ropes snap, that bond is broken, and their relationship sent spiralling off course.
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It only takes one defining moment.
Sarah knows from the second she meets Liam that their connection is more than just instant attraction. It’s deep, it’s consuming, and has the potential to be the real thing. But true love comes at a price. Fuelled by Liam's past, Sarah's issues, and a messy web of family ties, business partnerships, and exes, the combined forces threaten to snuff out their new found relationship.
Will that spark be smothered by outside forces? Or will they be carried like smoke from the ashes and sent spiralling skywards?
Written in Lesley Jones’ usual heartfelt, witty, and emotional voice, this dual point of view story is just the beginning of her Spiralling series.
TOMMY BOY IS LIVE!
Author: Sloane Howell
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Can your whole life change in one moment?
Away at college, Crystal Castles Clark loves programming computers and playing video games. She doesn’t have time to waste with relationships that are going nowhere and jerks that just want to get in her pants.
Tommy Blackwell lives with his buddy, Joel, in a house off campus while he works on finishing up his programming degree. He’s not looking for a girlfriend, just trying his best to please his family and pass his classes with the least amount of effort possible.
What happens when two people who seem born for one another cross paths? Should they embrace their attraction or fight it for the sake of appearing normal? Can one event change everything in the end just as surely as it did in the beginning?
*Tommy Boy is a prequel novella to Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series and both can be read independently in any order. For 18+ readers only. This story contains scalding hot sexy times, alpha male tendencies, and sweet moments sure to make you swoon.*
About Sloane Howell
Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes hot romance stories. A former college baseball player turned author, when not reading or writing, he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him goofing off on Facebook or Twitter, and trying to convince Mrs. Howell that it is "work."