Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Release Day Blitz for Last Light by M. Pierce





Title:   Last Light  (Night Owl Trilogy Book #2)
Author:   M. Pierce
Release Date: October 28, 2014
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance




Synopsis:
Tensions rise, secrets grow bigger, and passions run deeper—and hotter—in Last Light, the second novel of the Night Owl Trilogy from bestselling author M. Pierce.

Matt Sky is missing. After a solo ascent of Longs Peak that left only a large blood stain, tatters of climbing clothing, and the tracks of an animal in the snow, he is presumed dead.

Hannah Catalano is guarding a secret: she knows Matt is alive. After Matt's memorial service, she lingers on the East Coast with his family, but it soon becomes clear that his brothers' motives are less than gracious. Nate Sky is bent on tracking down the author of Night Owl, a book that charts the last days of Matt's life with uncanny and scandalous accuracy, and which appeared only after his death. Seth Sky is bent on getting Hannah into his bed.

Hidden away in the woods, Matt and Hannah strive desperately to maintain their ruse and their relationship—but their web of lies only tightens as Matt struggles with the consequences of his decision, and Hannah tries to escape Nate's libel suit and fend off Seth's advances...until Hannah is put in danger, and Matt must make a life or death choice.








Excerpt  
            Matt insisted on carrying me to the bathroom. I hugged his neck.
            “Matt, you realize I can walk with a black eye, right?”
            “I’ll be the judge of that.” He set me on the counter and I squeaked; the marble was frigid under my bare bottom. He dropped one of my bath bombs in the tub and watched it fizz and color the water purple.
Once, I managed to convince Matt to use a bath bomb with me. It was called a “sex bomb” and it was supposed to “put us in the mood” with “exciting scents” and “natural pheromones.” I grinned at the memory. As soon as Matt realized the bomb was coating his skin in sparkles, he leapt out of the tub ranting about “looking Twilighty” and “smelling like a girl.”
            “What’re you grinning at?”
            “You.” I smiled. “And this bath, which is such a transparent effort to avoid saying goodbye. Sweet… but transparent.”
            Matt frowned and paced the small space of the bathroom. Ha! I was right. Matt planned to leave me in the tub and slip away.
My poor, adorable night owl—he really had issues with goodbyes.
            “No,” he mumbled. “Maybe…”
            “Can I induce you to stay a little longer?” I uncrossed my legs deliberately and spread them. Matt watched. He folded his arms and tilted his head.
            “How does your cheek feel?”
            “They’re cold.” I grinned.
            “And you say I’m bad.” He slid me off the sink and turned me. I watched our reflection through the patchy steam on the mirror. Matt—God, he was so tall, and the look on his face was arresting. He wanted me. I knew that look.





Other Books in the Trilogy:
Title:   Night Owl (Night Owl Trilogy Book #1)
Author:   M. Pierce
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance






Synopsis:
"Tautly written, complex, and vibrating with a dark sensuality that will have you at once blushing and anxious. You'll think you have this book pegged . . . but you'll be wrong."—Christina Lauren, New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors of The Beautiful Bastard series

From bestselling ebook author M. Pierce comes the first novel in a provocative erotic trilogy where an anonymous online writing partnership turns into an uncontrollable, passionate obsession

At twenty-eight, Matt Sky has the perfect life. He has a beautiful girlfriend, a massive inheritance, and four national bestsellers -- all penned under his airtight alias, M. Pierce.

At twenty-seven, Hannah Catalano is a train wreck. Her boyfriend is a deadbeat and her job is abysmal.

Matt and Hannah meet online as writing partners. Their relationship is safe, anonymous, and innocent...

Until Matt sees a picture of Hannah. Hannah's picture sparks an attraction Matt is powerless to ignore. When circumstance brings Matt and Hannah together, the strangers begin a love story that's passionate, poignant, unforgettable, and unstoppable.




Title:   After Dark  (Night Owl Trilogy Book #3)
Author:   M. Pierce
Release Date: March 24, 2015
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance





Synopsis:
In the final novel of the Night Owl Trilogy from bestselling author M. Pierce, can a passion that has withstood many ordeals become a love strong enough to last a lifetime?

At twenty-nine, Matt Sky is trying to return to normal, having faked his death and come back to life. He and Hannah move to a simple house in the suburbs, and strive to grow their relationship into something durable and honest. They become more and more entangled, in the best ways possible.

At twenty-eight, Hannah finally has the life she's always wanted: she's pursuing her career as a literary agent at Granite Wing Agency, she is writing her first solo novel, and she is living with her hot, passionate lover. For the first time, Matt and Hannah are able to explore intimacy without inhibitions—without lies, secrets, or jealousy—and the results are explosive.

Still life together is not as easy as it seems. Matt is estranged from his brothers in the wake of his cruel stunt; Seth Sky, embittered by his failed pursuit of Hannah, makes a play for Hannah's sister; and the topic of Hannah's novel—her relationship with Matt and the Sky family—is driving a wedge between her and Matt. The lovers are devoted to one another, having come through many ordeals, but is their bond strong enough to last a lifetime?




Amazon:    http://www.amazon.com/After-Dark-Night-Owl-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00JTIOXN4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1402615237&sr=8-1&keywords=last+light+m+pierce


About the Author:



M. Pierce is the bestselling author of Night Owl, book one in the erotic Night Owl Trilogy. The author lives in Colorado and owns a rabbit named Laurence.

Website/Blog:             http://mpiercefiction.com/
Facebook:                  https://www.facebook.com/pages/M-Pierce/174553066083258
Goodreads:                https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7258437.M_Pierce
Twitter:                                    https://twitter.com/mpiercefiction
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Amazon:                     http://www.amazon.com/M.-Pierce/e/B00F0SL9WU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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Friday, October 24, 2014

Cover Reveal: Check out this HOT cover for Sloan Johnson's TEACH ME



Blurb:
Two words stripped Austin Pritchard of the privileged life he’s used to. The moment he uttered the words, “I’m gay,” he realized there is no such thing as unconditional love. Now, he’s gone from traveling the world with his family to living on the streets trying to figure out how he’s going to stay in school.

A chance opportunity changes everything. Austin impresses the foreman and lands a job, but even more, he catches the eye of David Becker, who is determined to teach him that true love doesn’t come with strings.

The only thing David had as a child was love. His family struggled to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads. That has driven him to stay focused on his goals; become a tenured professor at a university and save enough money to build a home of his own. It’s not until he sees an insecure college student working on his new house that he realizes that he hasn’t planned on someone to share his life with. He’s about to learn that everything he’s already accomplished is nothing compared to the task of making Austin see that he is worthy of love.



COMING NOVEMBER 25th! 

COVER REVEAL: Check out the fantastic cover for Say Anything by Audrey Harte

Cover Reveal for Say Anything, Book One in the Love In NYC Series by Audrey Harte

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Blurb:

 

You first met Erin Tanaka in The Winner Takes It All, and now it’s time for her to tell her story. Erin has had some of the worst luck with men. She met her ex-fiance, Mike, on Craigslist and stuck with him for ten years until she finally became fed up with being his “mom” and doing everything for him. After meeting Jesse, who claimed to be the Captain of a Hells Angels chapter, Erin is easily manipulated into leaving her fiancĂ© for someone who seems to connect with her and pays her the attention she’s been craving, but that relationship holds nothing but disaster for her. Once she finally moves on from Jesse, it is one failed relationship attempt after another.

It isn’t until she goes to New York City for the final rounds of The Next American Superstar, a reality talent show, that she meets a decent guy who sweeps her off her feet. Traver is a model and actor working as a bartender, and not only is he delicious to look at, he seems to say all the right things to break down the walls that Erin has built around her heart. Will she be able to start a new chapter with Traver, or will she be bogged down by the baggage from her past? Find out what happens in the first part of the Love in N.Y.C. series.

 

Other Books by Audrey Harte

The Love in LA Series:

Love in all the Wrong Places

(Book one)

All the Right Things

(Book two)

The Winner Takes It All

(Book 3)

About the Author:

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A self-published author of romantic and erotic fiction, Audrey Harte released her first book, Love in All the Wrong Places, on April 10th, 2013 and the sequel, All the Right Things, on February 13th, 2014. The third and final book in the Love in L.A. series, The Winner Takes it All, is scheduled to be released on October 14th, 2014. She has also just announced a crossover series, the Love in N.Y.C. series (Say Anything, Say Something and Say Nothing), which she is already working on. Born and raised in Hawaii, Audrey Harte grew up an only child for the first eight years of her life, which forced her to use her imagination to keep herself entertained. In 1991, she moved to Nebraska where she attended junior high and high school and participated in several plays and musical productions at the local community college and West Nebraska Arts Center. In 1998, Audrey relocated to Los Angeles, California where she has lived ever since. She has been writing poetry and song lyrics since she was young, but only more recently has she joined the indie author community.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Cover Reveal: Temperance The Arcanian Chronicles Book One by Ella Frank


“Tell me about this place. This…Arcania.”


Synopsis: 

What if your life as you knew it ceased to exist?

That is the question Naeve Brannigan and her three sisters are faced with on the eve of their 25th birthday.

Continuing a tradition they’ve hidden from their mother for years, the four women arrive at a tarot shop to have their futures told.
Only this time their futures aren’t predicted—they’re forever changed.

They’ve awoken in a strange time and place with no knowledge of how they got there. All they have to go by is the word of a man who claims to be family—a family they’ve never heard of.
He tells them of a world they could never have imagined. One that has been cursed by an Empress fueled by old revenge—revenge their mother appears to be at the center of.

As they fight to survive the people and dangers of an unknown land, they slowly begin to unravel its mysteries to find that they hold the key to saving this world…this Arcania.


The question that remains for each of them is: Who do you become when the you that you always were is no longer?




Friday, October 17, 2014

Cover Reveal: Laces and Lace The Assassins Series by Toni Aleo



Synopsis:
Nine years ago, things were perfect. Lacey and Karson had found their happily ever after in each other…or so they thought. How do two people who were meant to be move on from that once-in-a-lifetime love?
Lacey has a strength inside her that comes alive with the things she’s most passionate about. She’s a fighter, a survivor, and has everything she’s ever wanted but the one thing that matters most—love.
Karson is doing the one thing he loves most—playing hockey for the Assassins, yet he knows regret. He knows his life has been missing the one thing he walked away from so many years ago—Lacey.
Nine years later, and neither has been able to succeed in moving on from what was, what could have been, and who each of their hearts still beats for. When a chance encounter during a fateful night has their paths crossing again, will the tether still attaching their souls allow them to face the past, present, and a possible future?
Can two people with fate on their side find a way back to each other? Overcome all the obstacles in their way to finally live life together to the fullest?
Or will they let those around them and the circumstances they face, along with questions and doubt, ruin a second chance at the life they both deserve?


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Coming November 24, 2014

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4) by R.K Lilley



MR. BEAUTIFUL (UP IN THE AIR #4) 
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JAMES

I’ve been remade four times in my life. 

It is a distinct feeling. Impossible to mistake. The very marked sensation of being unraveled and reknit into a new thing, a new person. It can be good or bad, helpful or harmful, but above all, it is unstoppable. 

I was remade when my parents died, went from a happy childhood, into navigating a very dark world, with endless responsibilities, surrounded by enemies, and despairingly alone. 

It happened again at the hands of a cowardly predator. I’d become angrier with that one, more cynical, and it undoubtedly turned me into the kinky f**k I was today. 

The third happened swiftly. One day I looked up into a pair of pale blue eyes and saw the other half of my soul. Checkmate. I went from a completely controlled existence, a life where I made every decision with cold calculation, to a man overcome with feelings and emotions that were foreign but somehow wonderful. 

And all too soon after that cataclysmic change was this fourth one, this one where I begged a God I’d never entertained to spare the life of a woman that I could not live without. 

Follow all of the characters from the Up in the Air universe in the years after the trilogy, with POVs from James, Stephan, Frankie, Tristan, and Akira. 

This book is intended for readers 18 and up.





JAMES

MY RAVENOUS SELF

It was some endless span of time later, after the shooting. 

Weeks that felt like ages. Time I’d spent agonizing and worrying. 

I’d adjusted almost completely to working from home, as I wouldn’t even consider leaving her side while she recovered. My businesses suffered through some minor hiccups for this, but nothing catastrophic. All of it had become rather relative, besides. 

So what if a few other people helped me run things, and I lost control over some of the minute details that used to consume me? I couldn’t even recall why it was so important to manage it all myself anymore. 

What was the worst that could be happen? I’d become slightly less filthy rich?

We were dining privately, and Bianca was being very quiet. Too quiet. She was up in her own head again, though her worries were always the polar opposite of mine. 

She worried about me. My stress levels, my lack of sleep, my unmet needs.

It was a difficult thing to grow accustomed to, as I couldn’t remember the last time, pre-Bianca, that someone fretted over me.

Not since my mother, I supposed. 

She cleared her throat and brought her level stare to meet my troubled one.

“I heard you talking on the phone earlier, to your Detroit manager. It sounded as though the situation would best be handled if you went there in person. I think you should do it. You can’t stay home with me forever. I’m perfectly self-sufficient now, and even if I wasn’t, I have Stephan and Javier next door, not to mention all of the staff.” 

I didn’t even consider it. She may have been ready for that, but I was not. 

“Maybe in a week or two,” I told her, not meaning it, but using it as a subject ender. 

I went back to my food, feeling her presence acutely to my left. I was a focused man, but I could not be in a room with Bianca without at least half of my attention on her at all times. 

Her presence was a great gaping void in my concentration—my ultimate distraction.

I caught her sigh out of the corner of my eye and turned my attention on her fully. 

She set down her utensils, sitting back in her chair. 

“Was it not to your liking?” I asked her, eyeing up her barely touched dinner. She’d finished only about a third of her filet and less than half of her vegetables. 

“It was very good. I just wasn’t that hungry. I think you actually need to expend energy to work up an appetite.”

The words hungry and appetite coming out of her succulent mouth with that soft voice of hers was enough to make me hard, though it was a fact that it didn’t take much these days. 

I looked at her, keeping my eyes squarely on her face. 

I’d taken one look at the little dress she was wearing earlier and decided wisely not to look at it again. 

My control was hanging on by the thinnest thread, and that dress, or more specifically, the body it revealed more than clothed, was more provocative than I could stand. 

It was overkill, really. 

Inflammatory, when I was already on fire. 

Still, if I let my mind wander for even a second, I could picture it perfectly—her body in that dress. 

It was palest peach, a lovely color on her, feminine and loose, with ruffles at the neck and hem, and so minuscule that it could have been a shirt. I had to force my mind away from any thoughts about her long, bare legs in it. 

It also exposed nearly her entire back, just one T shaped strap all that covered her from her shoulder to the little dimples above her ass, which was torment for all kinds of reasons, one being that her back drove me mindless, the other being that it meant she was braless, and that drove me from mindless to madness incarnate.

The neckline was decent enough, but the sides of the dress were cut severely, on account of the back, leaving the sides of both breasts exposed, so much so that the wrong movement could slip her clean out of it. 

I took a few deep, grounding breaths for control.

I allowed myself one brief glance at her bare neck. Her choker was locked away, since the injury. 

The sight of her neck without it always made my fingers twitch restlessly.

This also brought my mind to other things she’d lost during her long hospital stay. 

Like both of her nipple piercings, which brought my mind to her breasts, the absolute last place it needed to go.

In spite of myself, I glanced at the white skin of one rounded tit where it nearly spilled out of the side of that damned dress.

And felt myself begin to shake.

I looked away, setting down my fork and knife, attempting to hide the fine tremor that ran through the entire length of me, and seemed to be most apparent in my hands. 

“James,” she said, voice quiet and solemn, almost chiding, like she knew what afflicted me. 

Like she held the cure if only I’d reach for it. 

She did, of course, but I wouldn’t let myself reach. Not yet. 

It was too soon. 

She’d nearly died and needed time to recover, time unsullied by my selfish, unquenchable need. 

I didn’t look at her directly, but needless to say, I was still hyper aware of it when she stood and moved to stand at my side. 

I took in a deep breath, then let it out, calming myself and taking her in all at once. 

She touched the top of my head lightly with her elegant fingers. “Oh, James,” she sighed, tone gentle enough to make me ache. 

She stroked her hand into my hair, gripped it lightly, and started to pull. 

She leaned forward, pressing my tense head to her soft bosom. 

I shut my eyes tight.

The image of me putting my ravenous self on her wounded self was a crystal clear picture in my head. 

Obsessively, repetitively, day and night, asleep or awake, I pictured this. 

It was very nearly too much to bear; this voracious, prodigious need of mine. 

I’d not gone through a celibate stage like this since I’d become sexually active, back in my teens. In the beginning of our relationship, when Bianca had left me, I’d come close, but this spell had since outlasted that one. 

It was an ordeal. 

I jerked off at least five times a day, to cope with the readjustment, but it was about as satisfactory as eating cardboard instead of steak. 

My traitorous hands moved to grip the bare backs of her thighs, keeping her leaning against me. 

After one inflamed, torturous moment, I tore myself away. 

She let me go, moving back to her seat. 

I looked at her, making my gaze go to the bandaged side of her face, which I usually avoided, but not now, because I needed that reminder of why I had to put her needs before my own. 

Her injury was still dressed from the latest round of reconstructive surgery, covering one side of her face from cheekbone to jaw. 

It was a sobering sight, not because it was grisly, in fact I couldn’t even see the actual wound, it was covered so thoroughly, but because it was a stark and clear reminder of what had almost happened.

That reminder was dampening, which was what I needed at the moment. 

I finished eating, and Bianca quietly excused herself. 

I knew where she was going, and I forced myself to move in the opposite direction. 

If I followed her to her painting studio, watched her work on and around a canvas in that fucking dress, I’d surely snap, and lose all restraint.

She was not recovered enough for my unrestrained self. 

I tried not to follow her, to hover, as that was not what she wanted, but it was a constant struggle against myself not to check in on her.

Instead, I took up residence in my home office and attempted to work. 

That lasted all of thirty seconds. 

That fast and my mind was wandering back to her, and back to the image of my ravenous self on her recovering self, and I recalled rather urgently that I was do for another jerk off session. 

I had just pulled my erection from the oppressive confines of my pants when my office door opened with no preamble.

This was unusual. Bianca never came to my office. 

She stepped inside, then shut the door behind her, not looking even slightly surprised at what I’d been up to, while I found myself flushing in embarrassment.

Her eyes were unflinching on mine as she approached. 

I’d pushed my chair back from the desk in preparation for my after dinner jerk session. There was enough space between for her to fit. 

She did, facing me and leaning back until her ass was perched right on the edge.

I raised my desperate eyes to her devastating ones. 

Our gazes never wavered as, at the bottom of my vision, she lifted her wispy little dress up to bare herself. 

With a sigh of defeat, I let myself look, but only for the briefest moment. 

No panties, as I’d suspected. 

My eyes, as they returned to hers, were pleading now. 

I couldn’t fight her and myself. 

Myself was bad enough, but I’d never been any match for her. 

Not for one lovesick second since the first time I’d set eyes on her.

“You need more recovery time, Love,” I told her, voice desperate, heart pounding. 

“Shh,” she soothed, holding her arms out for me, her skirt falling back down to barely cover the essentials. 

With a shudder, I moved into her, sliding my chair close between her legs. I rested my cheek on her soft, bare thigh and attempted and failed to hold onto any vague shred of my once dependable control.

She stroked her fingers through my hair. 

It wasn’t long before I raised my head to take her in again. “Grip the edge of the desk with your hands,” I told her roughly, unsteady hands lifting her skirt, letting myself look my fill at last. 

“I’m off the painkillers,” she told me. 

My eyes jerked to hers, nostrils flaring as I caught what she meant me to. We both knew I wouldn’t touch her impaired. 

“Why?” I asked, just to be sure. 

“I don’t like them, and the pain is manageable.” 

“You can’t do that. You can’t make yourself suffer on my account.” 

“Don’t put this on yourself. This is how I’ve always been. I never could stand to take pain medication, no matter the reason, so as soon as it becomes bearable, I stop.” 

I shut my eyes tight and took a deep breath, so torn I was doubting myself. 

“Please, Mr. Cavendish,” she breathed. 

She was ruthless. 

I was lost. 

I turned my head, burrowing my face between her legs, tasting her. 

My moan was almost loud enough to drown out hers. 

A taste turned into a feast and I lapped at her, one hand pinching the tip of my cock to hold off on coming as my other hand delved between her thighs to finger her. 

She came undone fast, thank God, as I jammed two fingers into her and pushed my tongue repeatedly against the swollen nub of her clit. 

I pulled my face away to look at her as my hands went still, stopping her on the brink. 

I didn’t have to tell her. She knew what to do.

She begged.





R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She's had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She's been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.




OTHER BOOKS  in the SERIES



IN FLIGHT (Up in the Air #1)

MILE HIGH (Up in the Air #2)

GROUNDED (Up in the Air #3)

LANA (Novella)