Wolf Cove #3 is LIVE! Wolf Prey by Nina West…

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Forced to leave Alaska to run the family farm while her father recovers from a tragic accident, Abbi heads home knowing she has the one thing she wants most again –Henry’s affections. She’s determined to not let anyone get in the way of that again.  But love for Abbi has never been easy.  With an overbearing mother who believes she has the right to approve who her daughter loves, a childhood ex-boyfriend who will do anything to win her back, and a wealthy, handsome boyfriend who always gets what he wants, Abbi soon realizes she may have to make some impossible choices.

Wolf Prey is Book 3 in the Wolf Cove series and should be read after finishing Wolf Bait (Book 1) and Wolf Bite (Book 2).

 

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I reach for the iPad, pulling it up to my face, just the tops of my breasts visible to him now. “It’s your turn now.”

“You’re right, it is,” he says so calmly. “And you like to watch, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I love to watch. I love seeing Henry undress. I love seeing him naked. I love seeing his erection, long and thick and sliding through his fist.

He reaches back over his head to pull his t-shirt off. That perfect, cut body is beneath, his shoulders strong and rounded, his collarbone jutting out. If he were here in front of me, I’d be running my hands along the curves of his biceps right now.

I bite my bottom lip, waiting impatiently as he unfastens his belt with leisurely fingers.

My nipples begin to pebble again as he draws his zipper down, allowing me the first glimpse of his erection beneath, stretching against his gray boxer briefs, desperate to get out. I can even see the wet spots where his precum dampened the cotton.

I won’t be able to resist touching myself again before long.

He slides his hand down past the elastic band and I sit up to watch as it curls around his length, the lightest sigh escaping my lips. And then he smirks. It’s a wicked smirk. “Good night, Abbi.”

The connection cuts off.

I just stare at the screen. Did he just…?

I fall back into my pillow with a groan. That son of a bitch. Grabbing my phone, I text him.

Please call me back.

It takes hours for me to fall asleep that night, with no message from Henry.

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About Nina West:

Nina West lives in the city but spends her summers in the wilderness with her husband. She loves having a steaming cup of cocoa in one hand and a steamy story full of angst in the other. Follow her on Facebook or on Twitter!

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I have my hands full taking care of my little sister and covering for my uncle as ranch foreman. The last thing I need is a Texas princess like Callie Llewellyn getting up in my business and messing with my head.

All I can think of is getting up close and personal with those curves of hers. And being on the edge of discovery makes our quick-and-dirty encounters twice as hot. And that’s all they are—quick and dirty—there’s nothing deeper going on here.

There’s only one rule to keeping my job and a roof over my sister’s head: stay away from the boss’s granddaughter. But I’m not always great at following the rules.

 

 

An hour later, I’d showered. My bones were tired as hell. But my cock was hard.

I texted Callie: Where are you?

Studying. And I’m not talking to you. Stop texting me.

Didn’t blame her for being mad. I’d been a jerk. But this thing with her had only been going on for twenty-four hours, and I was already twisted up. Might be best to let it go. But that wasn’t going to happen.

What are you studying?


Sigh

I snickered.
Come on. I’m sorry. I was an asshole. Why don’t you bring your books, and I’ll help you.

You don’t even know what it is.


I need to see you. We can just study.
She didn’t text back.
So I typed: You’re mad. So rant. I can take it.


WTF is wrong with you? You’re the one who told me you’d had enough. Then you kissed the shit out of me and took a phone call. And I told you I’m BUSY.

You wanted what I gave you. We’re not doing this on the phone. 30 mins. Bring your books and laptop.

Go F yourself.

I laughed out loud. Maybe it was a little sick, but I liked when she was all red up.

28 mins.

I shoved my phone in my pocket and took off for my uncle’s house. My sister was at her first slumber party. She’d become friends with one of the girls she’d met while helping Mrs. Llewellyn with charity work. They talked on the phone constantly. Her mother was nice, as was her father. The girl had spent the night at our house two nights ago. She hadn’t balked at the simple three-bedroom ranch house. They’d had fun and I hadn’t seen Addy that happy in a long time.

I’d talked to the parents again when they’d picked up her friend. Then before I let her go to the party tonight, I’d made Ads pinky-swear there would be no boys involved. And that she’d text me every two hours to check in.

I still hadn’t heard anything from Callie. So I sent her another text: Meet me at the ranch house. Please. See, I can be nice. Now get your ass over here.

The princess was about to go to a whole new school. And I couldn’t wait to play teacher.

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If you get 1 book today, it must be this…The Silent Waters…

Title: The Silent Waters

Series: Romance Elements #3

Author: Brittainy C. Cherry

Genre: Romance

 Release Date: September 22, 2016

Blurb

Moments.

Our lives are a collection of moments. Some utterly painful and full of yesterday’s hurts. Some beautifully hopeful and full of tomorrow’s promises.

I’ve had many moments in my lifetime, moments that changed me, challenged me. Moments that scared me and engulfed me. However, the biggest ones—the most heartbreaking and breathtaking ones—all included him.

I was ten years old when I lost my voice. A piece of me was stolen away, and the only person who could truly hear my silence was Brooks Griffin. He was the light during my dark days, the promise of tomorrow, until tragedy found him. Tragedy that eventually drowned him in a sea of memories.

This is the story of a boy and girl who loved each other, but didn’t love themselves. A story of life and death. Of love and broken promises.

Of moments.

(Book Three in the Elements Series. Complete Standalone.)

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Brittainy Cherry has been in love with words since the day she took her first breath. She graduated from Carroll University with a Bachelors Degree in Theatre Arts and a minor in Creative Writing. She loves to take part in writing screenplays, acting, and dancing–poorly of course. Coffee, chai tea, and wine are three things that she thinks every person should partake in! Brittainy lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin with her family. When she’s not running a million errands and crafting stories, she’s probably playing with her adorable pets.

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On the blog today…Endless Obsession (like I have with chocolate!)

Title: Endless Obsession
Author: Alex Grayson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 23, 2016
Blurb

I’ve silently watched her for a year, staying hidden in the shadows, biding my time.

She may know me as two different men, but hasn’t a clue what I’ve done.

She unknowingly became mine the minute my eyes touched her beauty.

But I’ve done things. Things she may not be able to forgive.

I know all her secrets, her habits, her preferred coffee, what she does in her spare time, her favorite lingerie brand, even that she sleeps naked.

At night, I watch her from her window. During the day, I watch her from my computer. She innocently bares her heart and body to me, and I soak up every single fucking second.

I’ve stayed away, but I’m tired of watching from afar. It’s time Poppy finds out just who I am and what I’m willing to do to take what’s mine. She may hate me when she finds out my what I’ve done, but she has no choice but to accept it. She will be my wife. She will mother my children. I will claim every part of her heart, body, and soul. Anything else is unacceptable.

Poppy Lexington has become my ultimate obsession, and I will become her uncontrollable addiction.

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Excerpt

Unknown: Have you
enjoyed the flowers I’ve sent you?

I freeze, except for my eyes, which pop open wide in shock.
My breath gets caught in my throat when I realize this must be my mystery
flower guy.

Holy
hell!
It’s him!

Why in the world is he texting me? After all this time, why
contact me now? And what in the hell do I say to him? It’s become a routine.
I’ve gotten used to getting the roses and not knowing who they are from.
Question after question runs through my mind. Who is he? Why send me flowers?
Why not introduce himself? Where did he first see me? How did he find out where
I worked? And how in the hell did he get my number?

That’s my number one question, so I ask him.

Me: How did you get my
number?

It only takes seconds for me to receive a reply, and I’m not
sure how to take it.

Unknown: I have my
ways. You didn’t answer my question.

He has his ways? What is that supposed to mean? My chest
tightens with fear at his answer. I push back the fear and ask another question
I’m dying to know.

Me: They’re beautiful,
thank you. Who are you?

Unknown: You’ll find
out soon enough.

Umm… say what? Another question avoided. My eyes narrow in
suspicion.

Me: I’m not sure I
like that answer. I have no idea who you are. What if I don’t want to know you
once I find out?

I notice the time on my phone and pull the second thigh-high
up my leg, keeping my eyes on the screen the entire time. This is really weird,
him having my number. I’m sure it’s not too hard to get the information, but
it’s the point that he went through the trouble to get it. I hate being left in
the dark like this.

My phone dings again, and I quickly grab it.

Unknown: You’ll want
to know me. Trust me.

Trust him? That’s laughable. How can he think I’ll trust him
when I have no idea who he is?

Me: It’s hard to trust
someone I don’t know.

I slip my feet in my heels as I wait for him to reply. It’s
doesn’t take long.

Unknown: You’ll learn.

Unsure of how to respond to that, I walk back to the kitchen
to get a travel mug of coffee ready. He seems so confident, and cocky. Maybe a
little too much, since it’s coming from a total stranger. How can he be so
sure?

I type out my original question again.

Me: Who are you?

Unknown: Soon…

I grip my phone in frustration. Now that he’s contacted me,
the need to know who sends me roses every week is overwhelming. It’s no longer
a curiosity—I need to know. I should
be more afraid, but I’m not, and that gives me pause. Why am I not more
fearful? He’s obviously hiding something, right? But what?

He sends another text before I get a chance to reply.

Unknown: Have a good
day at work, Beautiful.

What? That’s it? He has flowers delivered to me every week
for eight months, messages me out of the blue with cryptic messages, then
wishes me a good day at work? Pissed off vibes has my gut clenching. How dare
he contact me and leave me hanging.

Me: That’s it? That’s
all I get out of you?

I flip the off switch on the coffee pot, grab my now full
travel mug, my purse, and with phone still in hand, I leave my house, locking
it up behind me.

I’m buckling my seatbelt when he replies.

Unknown: For now, yes.

Oh no, that doesn’t work for me. He needs to give me
something. He can’t just expect me to accept his non-answers.

Me: How do you know
me? How do you know where I work?

Unknown: I know a lot
of things about you, Poppy.

Me: You’re not helping
your case of me wanting to know you. It’s freaking me out that you know stuff
about me, personal stuff, when I don’t even know your name. That’s not normal.
It’s pretty stalkerish, don’t you think?

I notice the time on my phone again and see I have a few
minutes before I need to leave, so I decide to wait for his reply.

Unknown: Just call me Mr. A for now. Have a safe trip to work.

Author Bio

Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home, her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her, she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com.
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On the blog today – our review for Jamison by Niquel…

Title: Jamison

Series: Spasm Rockers #1

Author: Niquel

Genre: New Adult

Release Date: September 21, 2016

 

Some people call it puppy love,

 

But I know the truth.

 

Even though we were kids, too young to know better,

I knew.

I was absolutely head-over-heels in love with Cody Jamison.

There wasn’t a moment in my life that he wasn’t a part of.

There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t belong to him.

And just as I was about to tell him…

He left.

Left town.

Left me.

Shattering my heart into pieces.

But now, he’s back.

Just like that.

But, we’re no longer those bright-eyed little kids we once were.

He just re-emerged,

Claiming a spot as the lead guitarist in my brother’s band,

As if nothing ever changed.

But it did.

Everything’s different now.

And I won’t let this asshole strum his way back in,

Reclaiming my heart,

Not without an explanation.

He’s going to have to work for it,

For me.

Cody Jamison can’t have me,

Until I have the truth.

 

 

 

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“Oh my God, Shan, quit being a wuss!”

“I can’t, it’s too high!” I yelled down at my brother, who was safe on the ground. I don’t know why I let him talk me in to doing stupid things like this.

“C’mon, Shanny, just put your foot in the holes and jump when you get to the last one,” CJ egged on.

Anytime he was around and asked me to do something, the fear inside of me went away. “Okay.”

One.

Two.

Three.

“Ouch!”

“Holy crap, are you all right?” My brother asked, as the sky spun behind his and CJ’s heads.

“My head hurts really bad.”

“Dang, I’ll go and get Mom. Can you stay with her, CJ?” He nodded his head, and then helped me sit up. He kept looking at me funny with his eyes; eyes that were the color of chocolate. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was looking at the small dots across your face. What are they?”

I placed my hands over my face, and rubbed my cheeks, wishing they would come off. “My mommy calls them ‘freckles’ and I hate them.”

“Why?”

“Because people are always teasing me about them. Mom said I got them from being in the sun too much.” 

“So let’s call them sun kisses! The sun loved your face so much, it left little kisses behind.”

I giggled so hard, that it made my head hurt more. CJ was almost thirteen, like my older brother, but he made me feel fuzzy inside.

Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.

When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she’s writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other. 

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Ruin by Clarissa Wild is LIVE! Based on a true story to0….

 

 

 

Title: Ruin
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: September 20, 2016
Blurb

Maybell Fairweather was the girl of my dreams.Always smiling brightly, she kept going, despite the names her classmates called her behind her back.

She was full of curiosity and independence, the extent of which I could only be jealous of. Even though she had all odds stacked against her, she knew what she wanted from life and pursued it, no matter the cost.She was completely my opposite in every way.

Perfect, even though she couldn’t see it.
Perfect … until me.Because this is the story of how I ruined her.

 Based on a true story. Standalone Romance. No cliffhanger.

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“I needed that …” she murmurs, closing her eyes again.

“I know you did.” I smile cheekily.

She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Alex Wright … you seem to know everything.”

“No, I just know you,” I reply boldly.

“Really now?” She opens one eye.

“I know you better than you think,” I say.

Now, both her eyes are open but hidden underneath thick lashes and a curious frown. “Really? Then what am I thinking right now?” She smirks as her feet dangle below the bench, one swaying, the other unmoving, and there is only one thing I can think of.

A tiny leaf that’s fallen on top of her head makes my hand move closer to swipe it away, but I linger. My fingers gently trail along her soft dark blond hair, past her ears and down her cheeks, until they reach her chin. There, I subtly grasp her between my thumb and index finger and lean in, cocking my head. My eyes slowly close, the sound of her short breaths pulling me in.

Before I know it, my lips have locked with hers.

I don’t know why I’m kissing her.

Well, other than the fact that I’ve been madly in love with her all this time.

She was just perfect.

Perfect, just the way she is.

Her scrunched-up face and rosy lips … just had to be kissed.

So I did it.

I’m actually kissing Maybell Fairweather.

I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve only ever kissed one other girl, and that was in kindergarten. I have no fucking clue, but I hope I’m doing it right. She isn’t stopping me or pushing me away, so that’s a good thing. Right?

But damn, she tastes so sweet, and her lips are so soft.

No wonder everyone likes to do this so much.

It feels like it lasts forever.

After a while, she needs to take a breath, and our lips unlock. Her eyes wide and her lips parted, still swollen, heavy, much like mine, and all I can think of is kissing her again.

Is it so wrong to want the thing I shouldn’t have?

She tucks a strand of her wild hair behind her ear, her cheeks turning red as a strawberry, but I like the color. I can’t stop looking at her, but it’s growing awfully silent too. She’s still so close to me; I can feel her warm breath tingle on my skin.

“This?” I murmur, as an answer to her question.

She bites her lip to stop herself from smiling. “I …”

Her smile only makes me feel more bold, so I place my hand on her cheek and pull her even closer. “I just want to make you happy.”

I lean in again and press another soft kiss on her lips, the touch exhilarating me. Goose bumps scatter across my skin as I taste her on my lips. My blood rushes through my body to the only spot it can go to, the sudden burst of greed filling me. My pants tighten as my dick flinches from her lips alone.

God, I need to stop. This isn’t right.

With all the willpower I can muster, I unlatch my lips from hers, her taste still lingering on my tongue. I can smell her perfume too, the scent rubbed off on my cheeks and neck, and it’s making me giddy. Horny.

Fuck.

I clear my throat as we both turn red as a beet.

“Well …” I get up from the bench and turn away for a second to cool down my manly parts. I even think of the delusional grandpa she has for a neighbor just so I can rid myself of this hard-on. Anything to make it go away quicker.

When I’ve cooled down, I turn to her and smile. She’s still looking at me. Her lips still parted, her face still in shock mode. I can only hope my guess was right, but I won’t ask. I’ll let her decide.

So I hold out my hand and say, “Let’s go back inside.”

For a second, she just stares at me, then my hand, and then me again.

Her hand slowly reaches for mine.

Our fingers entangle.

The tip of her lips points upward.That’s when I know.

Author Bio

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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This looks so hot, I am so getting this! Playboy Pilot by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland!

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Captain Carter and Kendall’s highly anticipated romance is finally here in Playboy Pilot by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland!

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Blurb

From the New York Times bestselling authors of Stuck-Up Suit and Cocky Bastard, comes a sexy new standalone novel.

Money or love? Which would you choose?

You probably just answered the question in your head thinking it’s an easy decision.

For me, it’s not. Did I mention it’s a lot of money? A hell of a lot.

I needed to go far away to think it through.

As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation.

Then, he left.

I thought I’d never see him again.

But fate had other plans.

Surprise! He was the pilot of my flight.

The bigger surprise was the adventure that followed after the plane landed.

Carter was dangerous and always on the move.

Even though our connection was magnetic, I knew it was only temporary.

He would give me tickets, and I would follow him around the world to exotic places.

A bevy of flight attendant exes and rumors about Carter’s reputation were never far behind.

I didn’t know what to believe.

But I was addicted. Nothing else mattered anymore. And I was going to get hurt. Because a part of me wanted to be the one to finally ground the playboy pilot.

At the very least, he was taking me on a thrilling ride.

All good things must come to an end, right?

Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

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Excerpt

“Carter? What are you doing?”

Shit.

I laughed under my breath and banged the back of my head against the wood. “Praying?”

“Do you always breathe like that when you’re praying?”

“It’s an intense prayer.”

“What are you really doing?”

“I think you might know what I’m really doing, Kendall.”

“Can I come in?”

Still fully erect, I tucked my cock back into my pants as best I could before opening the door.

Her eyes trailed down to my massive erection. “I’m sorry….to make you resort to that.”

“It’s okay. My hand and I haven’t spent time like this since I was a teenager. I think he missed me.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Yeah…but what specifically?”

“It was this fantasy of fucking you on the dance floor back at the club.”

She looked down at me again. Her expression was serious when she asked, “You need some help?”

“I thought you said we weren’t going to go there.”

“I can’t have sex with you. But I want to touch you. I could take my clothes off, let you finish what you started. You know…help you.”

Looking up at the ceiling, I shook my head. “You have no fucking clue, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“How crazy you make me. There’s no halfway with you. Jerking off with your naked body right in front of me…not being able to do what I really want to you…would be torture. I don’t have that kind of willpower, not with you, not anymore. Even when I kiss you, all I can think about is burying myself inside of you. But you naked in front of me? Too much, Kendall. When you strip down for me, I want it to be when you’re ready to let me have you. Otherwise, it’s better if I don’t know what I’m missing out on.”

Looking filled with remorse, she waved her hands. “Okay. I get it. I’m sorry…for interrupting.”

“Go back to bed. I’ll be right there.”

After Kendall left, I closed my eyes in regret. Was I crazy for turning her away like that?

Now that she knew what I was up to in here, I couldn’t relax. Still needing release like a motherfucker, I turned on the shower and got in. Ironically, I jerked myself to thoughts of her naked body against the bathroom door and imagined she was watching me.

Fuck my life.

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of eleven novels. Her books have placed on the New York Times bestseller list fourteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island.

 

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Meet Vi Keeland

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in ten languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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Hoodies, boots, cold air and flushed cheeks….Autumn, bring it on!

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Its here….I can almost taste it!

Walking my son to school today, I had to put on a jacket and on our walk I noticed the leaves on the trees are changing colour and some have actually dropped! This makes me so happy!

Why?

I am definitely an Autumn kind of girl! It starts to get darker earlier, temperatures drop, pumpkin flavoured everythings are in the shops and all the imming and amming begins on whether to put the central heating on or not! Whats not to love?!

My Autumn favourite pastime is curling up on my sofa with a good book and we have some great arcs lined up to read for the blog for the first half of October.

Here are a few…

#sexline Chanel69…Call Me is LIVE!

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Title: Call ME

Author: Gillian Jones

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: September 19, 2016

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Synopsis

Some know me as Chanel69.
But to my friends and family, I’m simply Ellie Hughes.
A university student who’s in desperate need of money. A lot of money, and fast.

I’m about to start a new job.

Three nights a week I’ll be the star in your late night fantasies, bringing your fetishes and fucked up scenarios to life.
Men will listen to my voice while they get off on their dirtiest desires.

Truth be told…this job makes me nervous. Regardless of the money, I don’t think I can do it.

But when he calls I feel an instant connection.
Over time, he becomes my regular, my friend, and my confidant.

The problem is…he seems familiar…I think I know who he is.
If I’m right, how will he react when he discovers that I’m Chanel69?

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Excerpt

Screwed.

Done for.

Finished.

Finito.

Fucked.

Completely fucked.

I need to get a grip.

I knew taking the job here was going be a risk; it always is when taking a job where you’re the one on faculty with the least seniority. What I didn’t expect was that there might be a risk I didn’t foresee that could end my goddamned career. And one I’d meet on the first day of school.

It’s my first year teaching at the University of Toronto. I was headhunted by the school, and finally agreed to make the move from Queen’s in Kingston to Toronto this year. Having my friends Mercer and Dylan both teaching here helped with my decision, but it was the chair offering me the two courses I loved to teach most that cinched it: Sexual Aesthetics & Representations in Film and Masters Thesis Essay in Sexual Diversity in Film. Both fascinating courses, and both with the same student enrolled who has me rethinking my decision to come here.

Three words.

Ellie Raine Hughes.

They say you never get a second chance to make a first impression, and my first impression of Ellie—albeit unique—is not one I’ll soon forget. I’ve never had quite the “meet cute” as I did this morning—she is adorable. I swear to Christ, I thought my dick was going to spring out of my jeans when she settled into the seat in front of me in my Sexual Aesthetics class.

First impression: not only is Ellie beautiful, she smells incredible, a mix of fruit and candy with a subtle vanilla twist, and I’ve never smelled anything quite so satisfying before. Don’t get me started on my thoughts when she took her sweater off. I’m curious to see if she’s actually a serious student or just the little jokester I saw glimpses of this morning. Not going to lie, I’m eager to find out.

I always like to sit back and observe the students as they make their way into class on the first day. I find it gives me a better sense of who’s who, provides me with good insight for the semester; it gives an outlook as to what type of class I might have on my hands. Is there a good balance of serious and non-serious students? Are they a loud crew? Is the room full of students that think this will be a bird credit? And so on. This morning, however, I noted none of that. Sitting behind Ellie and Courtney only proved to distract me from my ritual viewing as my eyes and ears didn’t make it past them. I was instead too caught up in them—in her.

As soon as I heard her honeyed voice make its way to my chair, my ears weren’t the only things that perked up to pay attention. As I sat back, I saw that Ellie’s smile was just as infectious as her laugh, and my senses zeroed in on her—and only her—during the time I was meant to be observing everyone coming in the lecture hall. Unfortunately, I honestly couldn’t tell you shit about the rest of the students, only her.

If she’s as smart as she is attractive, then she’ll definitely be somebody’s jackpot. From experience, though, it’s never the way. It’s rare that a person is ever actually blessed with the trifecta of wit, intelligence and beauty that Ellie’s “Mr. Vernon” reply indicated. I just might like holding her for detention. Either way, I’ll gladly accept the lovely view for the semester. I, myself, prefer brains with a more understated beauty. Not that it would matter if I were attracted to her anyway, teacher/student relations are a no-go.

However, listening to the two young women was quite entertaining. Entertaining to the point where I was almost late starting the class. Ms. Hughes seems to have a rebel streak, that whole “A for Asshole” joke piqued my curiosity. I’m very interested to see what type of student Ms. Hughes will be. Truth be told, I’d like to hear her thoughts about me more than I’d care to admit. Did she find me intimidating? Good looking? Does she think I’ll be some stuck up film guy, or did she like what she saw?

I have a pretty good idea where Ellie’s friend was going before I choose that as my point of entry into the conversation. Luckily, I managed to start class on time, while gaining two new model students, I presume. The look on both women’s faces was priceless, once I’d introduced myself after I stood up from the seat behind them, shocking the hell out of them. The blush over Ellie’s face was even more compelling. Now, if only I could stop trying to imagine what the rest of her would look like flushed under my perusal.

Ellie Raine Hughes could be big trouble if I’m not careful.

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About The Author

Gillian Jones

I’m a wife, mother, and a crazy Canadian, living in Ontario with the loves of my life-my amazing hubby and sweetest little boy. I’m Admittedly addicted to…my friends, red wine, and laughter. A lover of alpha males, hot sex, all coupled with the perfect side of angst topped off with the epic happily ever after.

Gillian’s Other Books

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