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Taking it slow – Cover Reveal

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A bottle of tequila
10 lime wedges
1 sexy blonde
Add in a crazy Vegas weekend

Lick and Swallow.

What do you get? A recipe for disaster.

Titan

Last night I got married.
I think.
I was drunk off my ass, so it’s not exactly crystal clear.
But I woke up with a ring on my finger, a marriage certificate, and a sneaking suspicion I had a wild wedding night.
Oh, and a bride who is long gone.

Apparently, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay here. Sometimes it takes off running.

Now I’m chasing after my runaway bride with divorce on my mind.
What could go wrong?
Besides everything.

This is book 3 in the series, but is self-contained and can be read as a standalone.
HEA inside and absolutely no cheating of any kind.

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Second Guessing by Gail Olmsted: Author Giveaway- RELEASE DAY

HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY TO
SECOND GUESSING!
Second Guessing
A Contemporary Romance
by Gail Ward Olmsted
Release Date: February 5, 2018
 
Jill Griffin & Ben Fein are meant to be together…said no one ever!

 

Jill has built a successful career writing romantic ballads for many of today’s top performers. Since the tragic end of her marriage a couple years back, the 40-something single mom has all but abandoned hope for a love story of her own.

 

Ben is a brash, young boy-band singer seeking a solo career who hires Jill to write for him. He’s got a dark secret from his past that he wants to keep hidden.

 

The attraction between the two is red-hot and when Ben falls hard for Jill, he doesn’t care who knows it. Jill’s been burned before and wants to take things slow, keeping their relationship out of the glare of the media. After a gossip columnist exposes their affair, she’s forced to decide if she can risk letting go of her past in order to build a life with Ben.

 

When Ben’s past makes headlines, Jill begins to wonder how well she really knows him. But as Ben climbs to the top of the pop charts, he’s determined to succeed… at convincing Jill to take a second chance on love.

 

Second Guessing is the love story of Jill and Ben, who are so wrong for each other that they may actually be right!

 

 
EXCERPT:
Ben popped a dumpling into his mouth and chewed and they grinned at each other happily. They managed to make short work of the appetizers and Jill moaned with pleasure as, after removing the empty plates, their server replaced them with huge bowls of pork fried rice, shrimp lo mein and chicken in a garlicky sauce. Their dinner was served family style, and Jill helped herself to large portions of everything. They ate in companionable silence, punctuated by Jill’s moans of delight as she sampled each dish. After she had eaten most of the food she had taken, she drank some water, and then sat back with a satisfied sigh.“Carly says I could have a food baby and no one would even notice.” God, where had that come from?

“No one, huh?” he said with a smirk. When he saw Jill blush, he sat back and smiled. “I’m dying to know more about you, Jill Griffin.”

Jill shrugged her shoulders. Always shy and intensely private, she had grown increasingly wary over the years and disliked talking about herself. She had been burned a few times by those claiming to be interested in her, when all the while they only wanted to learn something about James, as if she would relay some juicy bit of gossip about him, posthumously or not.

She knew that since Ben was well on his way to the level of celebrity James had enjoyed, it was highly unlikely Ben had any kind of ulterior motive. He was probably sincere in wanting to get better acquainted with her. But even though she felt comfortable with Ben, she was out of practice with any sort of personal narrative.

“Not much to tell. I was married to James and we had Carly and then James died.”

Ben frowned at her and his brown eyes looked sad. “I’m not asking about Jill the wife or Jill the mother.”

“Well, that’s all there is to me, I’m afraid.” Jill laughed nervously.

Ben was shaking his head at her. “I think you’re wrong. I see so much more than that. I see a beautiful woman. A talented woman. A woman I want to get to know much, much better.” Jill put down the cloth napkin she had been folding and unfolding underneath the table. She had regained some of her self-confidence and she watched him closely as she spoke.

“A mature woman. Ben, I’m 42 years old. I have an 18-year old daughter. I don’t know what you want from me. I’m not a ‘Mrs. Robinson’ okay? You’re so…young,” she ended weakly.

But Ben was not to be put off. “I like you Jill. Yeah, I’m a little younger than you, but so what? Just a number, am I right? I want to know what makes you tick. How you come up with all those amazing song lyrics. What you love, what you wish for. And more than anything, I want to know how it will feel to hold you in my arms. What it will be like to kiss those lips. What you taste like…” He stopped as he noticed Jill was staring at him, open-mouthed. He pushed his chair back and slipped over next to her in the banquette.

Jill needed to say something, before she started kissing him like she had been dreaming about all day.

“I just want to keep this private, okay? I haven’t been with anyone since, well, you know. Carly says she’s ready for me to start dating again, but I’m not at all sure I believe her. You and I kind of work together, and I have to keep it professional. And there’s going to be a big tribute concert for James this fall and there will be a ton of press. I can’t have this, whatever it is, taking center stage. So this is just between us, okay?”

Ben was watching her closely and at his nod of agreement, she continued.

“And just for the record,” she whispered, “I imagine I taste like Whoppers and garlic sauce.”

Ben took her in his arms and just before he started kissing her, he assured her, “That’s my favorite.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


My first visit to Sedona, AZ prompted me to start writing JEEP TOUR, my first novel. I fell in love with the red rocks and blue skies and I couldn’t imagine a better place for a do-over. Second Guessing is my fourth novel and the theme of second chances and fresh starts has stayed with me. A hopeless romantic, I am married to the love of my life. I am mom to two young adults and two crazy cats, and I enjoy reading, boating, music and travel.I am a professor of marketing in the School of Business & Information Technology at Springfield Technical Community College in Springfield, MA. I was the recipient of the Deliso Endowed Chair Award and was recognized by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts’s Department of Higher Education as one of “29 Who Shine”.
 
 
 
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Dr Single Dad: (Explicit) Book Reveal

 

Title: Dr Single Dad 
Author: Dark Angel 
Genre: Romance 
 
 
 

 

 

 
The doctor is in. 
He’s gonna inject me with his love medicine.
And I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

8 pack abs. A rugged face with deep, soulful eyes. The most defined V I’ve ever seen.

All leading to a magic stick that you gotta see to believe.

Too bad I can’t have him.

He just moved his billion dollar practice next door and bought my building, along with my business.

Which means I see him everyday. I feel his eyes on my @$$ as I walk by. I get wet thinking of his hands on my body. Ripping my clothes off. Bending me over. Spreading my legs and…taking my temperature.

That’s it. Eric may be the doctor.

But it’s time I make the house call. In his bed.

*** Come join Dark Angel is the first foray into the dark world of single dad romances. Filled with brooding billionaires and the women who love them. No cheating or cliffhangers, but there are scorching scenes with pleasure probes. HEA guaranteed***
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Dark Angel is actually two dirty angels who got together to write some filthy words. Lana Angel, who writes under the Naughty Angel umbrella, writes dark romance under her own pen name as well as Dark Angel. 

Alexis Angel, writes erotic contemporary romance under a variety of names – she’s forgotten them all at this point.

They both write under Naughty Angel publishing and wanted to create a pen name to provide exclusive content with much more mature themes than the happy go lucky hot stuff found under the other pen names!

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Bought by the billionaire brothers: Book release

 
 

 

Title: Bought By The Billionaire Brothers
Author: Katy Nixon 
Genre: Menage Romance 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Auctioning off my innocence isn’t the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Well, it was, until the high bidder turned out to be not one, but TWO billionaire brothers.
 
One’s a smooth devil in a business suit, and the other is a devil-may-care bad boy. Their smirks, their voices, their touches make me feel intense, unfamiliar urges, conjuring up wild fantasies that shouldn’t make me shiver–but they do.
 
So… in for a penny, in for a pounding, I decide!
 
Dominic and Jacob Stone will pay off my crippling student loans (and then some), but there’s a catch. They want to catch me, and start a family!
 
This is a steamy, first time, MFM menage, BBW and billionaire, military single dad, marriage of convenience, not-so secret baby romance novella, with a happy ending and no cheating. 
 
 
Mister Stone—Dominic—had insisted we meet first in the lobby, as a kind of show of good faith and safety. Meeting in a public place, he’d written, was a good idea for all parties concerned in this potential transaction. With dozens of people floating in and out of the elevators of the thirty-story building, it couldn’t be much more public. 
 
With a sigh, the guard reached for the phone. “Have a seat.” He gestured towards a leather bench. 
 
No, thank you. I needed to stand. I needed to move. My nerves were getting the better of me, my hands cold and a little shaky despite the summer heat. If I stood, my sleeveless red sheath dress wouldn’t wrinkle. When I got up that morning, I had no idea what one wore to an interview as a… what? Mistress? No—that sounded too committed. Hymen vendor? Ugh. In the end, I decided to dress as though going to work, which was kind of true. 
 
My heels clicked on the polished stone floor as I walked over to an abstract metal sculpture on display. It stretched nearly twenty feet in the air, shining in the morning sun bending through the floor-to-ceiling windows. 
“What do you think?” a man asked behind me. 
 
It was a beautiful piece. “Kind of delicate.” It looked like it could fall over any minute, like metal pick-up sticks piled up dangerously high. 
 
“There’s over a thousand wire coat hangers there.” 
 
I looked closer. “Huh.” So there was. 
 
“You’re Evie, correct?” 
 
Swallowing hard, I turned to the voice. And looked up.  
 
Dominic Stone stood before me, his tall, dark and handsome figure like a shadow in the sunlit lobby.  
 
He was even hotter in person. Even if his charcoal suit came from a discount store—which it clearly didn’t—his attitude would be enough to command my attention. All those fanciful words, like charismatic, magnetic, and imposing, were all very appropriate when describing Dominic Stone. 
 
My three-inch heels barely took me to his shoulders, and I wobbled a little as his gaze ran over me. Just when I was about to turn my ankle, his hand shot out. The feel of his muscular forearm under my fingers had the exact opposite effect of steadying me. 
 
“Thanks.” My face burned, but I forced myself to look him in the eye. His eyes were rich, dark brown, as heady as strong coffee and gave me a similar jolt. When he tilted his head and his lips curved at the edges, I couldn’t tell if I amused him or he was just being polite. 
 
“You are Evie, right?” His eyebrows came together in a frown. 
 
“Yes!” I squeezed his arm, like subconsciously I thought he’d run away. But instead of shrugging me off, he used his other hand to tug my fingers down his wrist to end in a warm, tingling handshake. Both his hands were around mine, and he didn’t let go. I didn’t mind. 
 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly. “Shall we?” 
 
Shall we what? I blinked at him. 
 
“Go up to my office?” He nodded toward the elevator bank. “Unless you’d feel better staying here? Or we could go get a coffee or something.” 
 
I stared at him, the ridiculousness of this dawning on me. And then my big smart mouth got ahead of my brain. “Coffee? Does my virginity come with an espresso and a muffin?” 
 
His laugh sounded like a sharp bark, echoing off the stone floor. My face probably matched the crimson of my dress by then. With his hands still wrapped around mine, he pulled me closer. I shivered as his warm breath caressed my bare shoulders. 
 
“No, Evie, I’ll pay extra for the coffee. But I like it sweet and milky, not dark and bitter.” 
 
 
It could have been five minutes or fifty before the car finally stopped. His ravenous kisses had depleted me of oxygen; his caresses stripped me of sense.  
 
“We’re here.” 
 
I looked out the window at the underground parking lot. Fluorescent lights glinted off luxury cars and allowed for no dark corners.  
 
The car door opening startled me, piercing our hazy bubble of backseat lust. 
Jacob Stone leaned his head in, his arm braced against the roof of the limo. “We’re here,” he echoed his brother’s announcement. 
 
My mouth fell open. “Were you there the whole time?” 
 
He smirked at me, his blue eyes blazing. “Define ‘there.’” 
 
“Or ‘the whole time,’” Dom muttered, making my head whip around to look at him. “Out you get, Evie.” 
My gaze swiveled from Dominic to Jacob. What did this mean? Both of them? Again? My insides flipped at the idea, but not in a bad way. “Out I get,” I repeated faintly. 
 
I focused on getting out of the car without flashing anyone, before realizing that it was immaterial. The butterflies in my belly fluttered wildly as I walked between them to the elevator bank. As we rose, the weightless sensation in my body was not just due to the speedy ascent. I squeezed my thighs together. The heat of the brothers’ bodies on either side of mine both stifled and comforted me. 
 
We were all silent as the elevator door opened directly into a massive apartment. Dom took my hand and led me into the marble-floored foyer.  
 
“Shoes, Jake!” he reminded his brother. Jake rolled his eyes before toeing off his shoes. 
I stepped out of my heels, my feet immediately soothed by the cool, hard floor. 
 
Immediately I felt more delicate, uncertain—as though my shoes had boosted my confidence as well as my height. When I tilted my head back to look up at Dom, his large hand cradled my jaw, brushing my apprehension away with every sweep of his thumb. 
 
Tingles. Sizzles. Vibrations. I felt them all inside me, like a fizzing candy dissolving on my tongue. Then, when Jake’s hand landed on my lower back, I reflexively arched into it. 
 
“We got you,” he assured me as he swept my hair off my neck and dropped a kiss there. 
Oh my god. I stumbled forward a little. “I can’t—not for the first time—”  
 
There was crazy, and then there was just outright insane. No matter what secret fantasies I might have, or what smutty stories I might read in secret, I never expected my first time to be with more than one person. In the back of my head, I thought to myself, “If my daughter asks someday about my first time, I can’t tell her I got a two-for-one special!” 
Jake clapped his hand over his mouth as he barked out a laugh. Oh crap. I said that part out loud. Dom glared over my head at his brother and took my hand. “You don’t have to.” 
My head spun. 
 
“Look at me, Evie.” I did. “It’s just us right now, okay? No expectations.” At my raised eyebrow, he chuckled and added, “Okay, there are some expectations, but I will never hurt you. I promise you that.” 
 
I believed him.  
 
Thirteen steps took us into a cavernous living room, where Jake flopped onto a modern leather couch. With my hand still in Dom’s, another seventeen took us down a hallway to a large bedroom filled with dark wood and creamy fabrics. The massive bed was unmade, and the curtains wide open to let the starlight in. 
 
“I left the bathroom light on,” Dom murmured to himself. The strip of light from his ensuite stretched across the light carpet like an arrow pointing to the bed. 
 
“Do you want to turn it off?” I asked shyly, hoping for a little more darkness to hide my body. 
 
“Not a chance, beautiful.” He squeezed my hip. “If I had my way I’d put on every light in the place so I could see every inch of you.” 
 
A squeak escaped me. 
 
“But I won’t, because I want you to be comfortable.” We both smiled as our eyes met. “Well, as comfortable as this situation allows, anyhow.” 
 
“Then keep touching me, Dom. Please touch me.” His hands made me nervous but his gaze excited me, his admiration swelling my confidence. 
 
“Oh baby, this is just the beginning.” 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

Katy Nixon is the playful alter ego of the already playful Nikky Kaye, who is the alter ego of— wait, I’m not telling you that! Damn, I’d make a terrible secret superhero. I love reading and writing funny, sexy stories. I am over-educated and under-organized, and have a terrible habit of adding more books to my Kindle than I can possibly read. My auction experience is limited to eBay and viewings at Sotheby’s and Christie’s in New York. The only double penetration I’ve had is being sandwiched in my own bed by my young twin sons. Today, the biggest risk I took was having cotton candy for dinner. And it was fucking delicious.

 
 
 
 
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