All That Glitters by Tracy Krimmer #CoverReveal @lolasblogtours @tkrimms

Today is the cover reveal for All That Glitters by Tracy Krimmer. This cover reveal is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The cover is designed by K Creative Designs.

All That GlittersAll That Glitters (Songs of the Heart #1)
By Tracy Krimmer
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction
Age category: Adult
Release Date: summer 2017

Blurb:
Country-music star, Dory Walker, never wanted to come back to the small town of Sycamore Bay. But after her fairy-tale life is flipped upside down, and her marriage becomes a casualty, she has no choice.

Harris Malone is a man with few commitments. He keeps a low profile most days while he cares for his young daughter and helps run his dad’s hardware store.

But when he and Dory run into each other at the local gas station, all either can think about is the searing kiss they shared many years ago.

Can a woman who only wants to rekindle her career and a man who enjoys a no-strings attached lifestyle find everlasting love?

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Tracy KrimmerAbout the Author:
Tracy’s love of writing began at nine years old. She wrote stories about aliens at school, machines that did homework for you, and penguins. Now she pens books and short stories about romance. She loves to read a great book, whether it be romance or science fiction, or any genre in between, or pop popcorn and catch up on her favorite TV shows or movies. She’s been known to crush a candy or two as well. Her loves include fitness, reading, coffee, dogs, and naps (not in that order), and her dislikes are blue cheese, cold weather, and burpees.

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I Do, I Don’t Series by Lauren Layne #CoverReveal @TastyBookTours @_LaurenLayne @readloveswept

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I Do, I Don’t (Book 1)
Lauren Layne
Releasing Aug 22nd, 2017
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The Bachelor meets The Runaway Bride in this
addictive romance novel about a reality TV producer falling for her would-be
star: a Montana heartthrob who wants nothing to do with the show.
Jordan Carpenter thinks she’s finally found the
perfect candidate for Jilted, a new dating show about runaway
grooms: Luke Elliott, a playboy firefighter who’s left not one but three brides
at the altar. The only problem? Luke refuses to answer Jordan’s emails or
return her calls. Which is how she ends up on a flight to Montana to recruit
him in person. It’s not Manhattan but at least the locals in Lucky Hollow seem
friendly . . . except for Luke, who’s more intense—and way hotter—than the
slick womanizer Jordan expected.
Eager to put the past behind him, Luke has zero
intention of following this gorgeous, fast-talking city girl back to New York.
But before he can send her packing, Jordan’s everywhere: at his favorite bar,
the county fair, even his exes’ book club. Annoyingly, everyone in Lucky Hollow
seems to like her—and deep down, she’s starting to grow on him too. But the
more he fights her constant pestering, the more Luke finds himself wishing that
Jordan would kick off her high heels and make herself comfortable in his arms.
~*~

 

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I Do, I Don’t (Book 2)
Lauren Layne
Releasing Sept 12th, 2017
Loveswept
For one charming playboy, getting cast on a
Bachelor-esque reality TV show is the shock of a lifetime—until he finds love
where he least expects it. And now the chase is on!
Gage Barrett’s reputation as a ladies’ man has
been greatly exaggerated, but none of that matters after a drunken bet lands
him on Jilted, a reality TV show that matches runaway grooms with wannabe
brides. Now he’s stuck at a Hawaiian resort with nineteen women competing to
drag him back to the altar—and one contestant who’s even more miserable than he
is. Gage has no idea how feisty, independent Ellie Wright wound up in the cast,
but it’s obvious she hates his guts. And if there’s one thing Gage likes, it’s
a challenge. . . .
Ellie can’t believe she let her best friend talk
her into exchanging her dignity for a glorified bikini contest. Still, she
could use the exposure—her business is struggling—and she’ll probably be one of
the first to get eliminated anyway. But Gage isn’t the shallow jerk Ellie
anticipated—and he’s in no rush to send her home. As stolen kisses turn into
secret trysts, she finds herself losing track of what’s real and what’s for the
camera. With the wedding finale looming, this runaway groom is tempting Ellie
to start believing in storybook endings.
 ~*~

 

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I Do, I Don’t (Book 3)
Lauren Layne
Releasing Oct 24th, 2017
Loveswept
A good girl takes her wild twin’s place on a
provocative dating show and meets the man of her dreams . . . off-camera . . .
in this charming rom-com about loving the one person who can’t love you back.
High school science teacher Violet Simmons has
spent her entire life helping her twin sister out of one scrape after another,
but this time, Zoe’s outdone herself. After signing on for the hit reality show Jilted, Zoe
ends up pregnant, and it’s Violet who finds herself in the
exquisite New Orleans mansion with twenty guys trying to coax her down the
aisle. Everyone buys Violet’s cover, including the one man she wishes would see
right through it: Bennett Chapman, the TV executive who looks good in a
suit—and even better out of it.
Bennett’s always expected to take over the
network from his father. Now, to seal the deal, he needs record ratings from
their tackiest show, which means the ditzy star needs to walk down the aisle
with one of her meathead suitors. But Zoe Simmons is no bimbo. She’s too smart,
too sarcastic, and far too alluring. The more they butt heads—and lock lips—the
more Bennett wants her all to himself. And when Zoe drops a real bombshell,
Bennett is forced to choose: between the job he’s destined for, or the woman
who’s stolen his heart.

 

Lauren Layne is the New York Times bestselling author of over a dozen romantic comedies.

A former e-commerce and web marketing manager from Seattle, Lauren relocated to New York City in 2011 to pursue a full-time writing career.

She lives in midtown Manhattan with her high-school sweetheart, where she writes smart romantic comedies with just enough sexy-times to make your mother blush. In LL’s ideal world, every stiletto-wearing, Kate Spade wielding woman would carry a Kindle stocked with Lauren Layne books.

 

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Humanity’s Hope by Pembroke Sinclair #CoverReveal @PembrokeSinclai @lolasblogtours

Today is the cover reveal for Humanity’s Hope by Pembroke Sinclair. This cover reveal is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours.

Humanity's HopeHumanity’s Hope (Saving Humanity #1)
by Pembroke Sinclair
Genre: Zombie
Age category: Young Adult

Blurb:
Caleb, a 17-year-old boy, survived the zombie uprising, but he didn’t come out of the ordeal unscathed. He’s been scarred—both mentally and physically. The rest of humanity is trying to rebuild, to make the world normal again. Caleb is trying to return to a normal life also, but after all he’s seen, after the loss of his family and friends, the transition is difficult. The darkness that led him down a path of self-doubt and self-harm keeps trying to creep back into his mind.

Things only become worse when he discovers he’s immune to whatever makes a zombie a zombie. Fighting zombies was predictable. He knew what to expect. Fighting humans is volatile. They are malicious and treacherous. They won’t stop to get what they want, and Caleb has to figure out exactly what that is.

*Trigger warning: attempted suicide

You can find Humanity’s Hope on Goodreads

Excerpt:
Caleb’s extremities tingled with adrenaline, his footsteps thumped rhythmically on the hard, dry ground. He sucked in long gasps of air, but his lungs still burned for oxygen. He caught glimpses of the other two out of the corner of his eyes. The undead drew nearer. Their arms outstretched, waiting to snag their prey. Caleb zig-zagged across the field. He ducked under a pair of arms, then shouldered a zombie out of the way. Its bones crunched against his shoulder, teeth gnashed close to his ear, driving him forward with more urgency. The house grew larger with every step he took. Almost there.

A short yip followed by a grunt sounded behind him. He risked a glance over his shoulder. Len stumbled then fell. Caleb’s heart leapt into his throat. He skidded to a stop, turning to help his friend. Caleb was about to step toward Len, but he was stopped in his tracks. The action caused him to lose his balance. His arms flailed through the air to keep Caleb from falling over. An incessant, strong tugging kept him from moving forward. He turned to see Nina jerking on his backpack. Her eyes were wide and glistening with tears. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head violently. Caleb glanced again at Len, who reached for Caleb, his mouth open in a silent plea, tears running down his cheeks. Caleb reached toward him. Len’s plea turned into a scream as a zombie bit into his calf. A dark ring of blood stained his jeans and grew larger. Another zombie latched onto the fingers of his extended hand. The crunch as it bit through his bones rattled in Caleb’s skull. He pulled his hand into his chest.

Caleb turned at that point. There was nothing more he could do. His sister grabbed his wrist, and they ran into the house. They took the stairs two at a time and headed into a bedroom on the right. After closing the door, they scanned the area, checking under the bed and in the closet. Clear. His sister collapsed face first onto the bed. From the way her body shook, Caleb could tell she was crying. He leaned back until his pack connected with the door. His legs gave out, and he slid to the floor. Pulling his knees to his chest, he wrapped his arms around his head and tried to disappear into himself.

And then there were two.

Pembroke SinclairAbout the Author:
I am an editor by day and a zombie-killer by night (at least in my books). Since the first time I watched Night of the Living Dead, I have been obsessed with zombies and I often think of ways to survive the uprising.

I have written YA novels about zombies and the tough teens who survive the apocalyptic world, along with adult novels in the sci fi and fantasy genres. I have also written kids’ books under the pen name J.D. Pooker.

I have written nonfiction stories for Serial Killer Magazine and published a book about slasher films called Life Lessons from Slasher Films under my real name.

For more information, please check out my blog at pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com or email me at pembrokesinclair[at]hotmail[dot]com.

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TOKEN (Daring the Kane Brothers, #1) by Kelly Gendron #CoverReveal @bookenthupromo

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Book Title: Token (Daring The Kane Brothers)
Author: Kelly Gendron
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 21, 2017
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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Retired boxer, TOKEN KANE is comfortable on a motorcycle but little does this Irish rogue know that the next Harley he picks up will give him the ride of his life.

One week out of the year, HARLEY REDBOURNE puts away her good-girl and completely let’s go. It’s around the same time that her dark past resurfaces.

But this year is different, when it’s time to put her past away, the darkness wants to stay.

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Kelly Gendron is the author of the TroubleMaker series, Breaking the Declan Brothers and a few other romantic suspense novels. When she’s not writing steamy, blush producing romances, she’s out meeting new people while representing a group of reputable nursing facilities. You can find Kelly in a quiet suburb, somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls. If you Google her, she’ll pop up there too. And, please do find her, Kelly loves to hear from her readers, and meeting new people.

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WANDERER by Janine Infante Bosco #CoverReveal @JanineBosco @IndieSagePR

WANDERER

by Janine Infante Bosco
Nomad #2
Publication Date: March 7, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

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SYNOPSIS: Cobra

I’ve lived two lives.

One full of innocence and one full of sin.

I mourned the perfect life I was born into and made it my duty to chase the phantom who stole it from me.

Revenge, mayhem and loss are all I know.

I am the lone man—I am the wanderer.

The former nomad—now, Satan’s deadliest soldier.

The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin aren’t made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regret…I find myself face to face with her—the girl who got away.

The girl I let go.

The woman I’ll ruin if I stay.

Celeste

Our young love was marred by violence.

Our guilt destroyed us, fate tempted us but, it was he who broke us.

They say time heals all, but all time did was dull the ache of his abandonment.

Now, dressed in leather, covered in ink the boy I mourned is now a man—a man tormented by his demons.

In another life we were everything to one another.

In this life we’re strangers.

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Prologue

Present Day

As a boy, I identified desperation as a narcotic, something toxic that defined a man as weak. It was the sense of hopelessness I saw in my old man’s eyes every time the cops knocked on our front door. It robbed him of his ability to think straight and made him crave vengeance.

For my father, desperation was his confirmed resignation on life.

As a man, my views have changed and I now identify desperation as an act of war. The fundamentals of war are someone wins and someone dies trying but it is the cause, not the death that makes the martyr.

My cause is simple.

It’s driven by the ice in my veins.

Fueled by the blood in my eyes.

Sparked by the hate in my soul.

My cause is retribution.

I’ve been grooming myself for this battle since I was fourteen years old, since Vladimir Yankovich first took my sister. Back then, he didn’t have a face, nor did he have a name and by the time I discovered who was responsible for the tragedy that claimed our lives, the Russian cocksucker had already taken more from me by brutally killing my parents.

I became familiar with desperation and morphed into the same hopeless man my father used to be. I wandered alone, hunting a faceless stranger for years, adding to my list of immoralities but never got my due vengeance.

I gave up before I signed away on my confirmed resignation too. Resolving that all the sins I committed chasing the Devil would eventually catch up with me. Life only lets you get away with inflicting evil for so long. Sooner or later we all pay the price and when you get the bill, you better be prepared to pay.

Today I got the bill and I’m paying for my sins but I’m not the only one—she’s paying too.

With the heart of an angel and a soul so pure, I was sure she was sent from Heaven.

So sweet.

So innocent.

She brought light into my life and I knew the moment I laid eyes on her I would never love anyone the way I love her.

He knew too.

Now, he’s taken from me again and I’ve become the man I feared being.

I’ve become my father.

And desperation has claimed me because I won’t let history repeat itself again. I won’t let Yankovich take from me and live to tell.

Not this time.

Not ever again.

This is war and there is only one victor.

All men have fears but the ones that are brave, place their fears down and go forward. Sometimes death is the only victory allowed. Lucky for me, I’ve never been afraid of dying. I used to think I’d die for my club, that the patch on my back was worth the sacrifice, but it’s that patch that’s led Satan to my doorstep.

It’s the stitching that reads Brooklyn that has made my angel become Yankovich’s next target.

Stripping the worn cut from my shoulders, I toss it to the ground as my boots pound the pavement and I run through the shipping yard. Alone, defying my brotherhood, chasing retribution I spot the boat anchored at the end of the pier.

My father’s voice rings in my ears, reminding me to listen to my gut, schooling me on intuition.

Intuition knows the game and has your best interest at heart.

What my father should’ve taught me is retribution and bad decisions go hand in hand. He should’ve taught me not to be reckless because one reckless mistake is about to cost me the sweetest, the purest love I’ve ever known.

One mistake can cost me her.

The distinct rumble and roar of straight pipes echoes behind me and I know the men I once called my brothers have arrived and their duty isn’t to save me but to kill me.

They can try but, they gotta catch me to kill me.

Rounding the dock, I see Yankovich’s men running towards the boat. Without hesitation, I take my father’s advice and follow my gut, dragging the strap of my automatic shotgun around my shoulders. I lift the gun, wrap my finger around the trigger and ignore the voices behind me.

“Cobra, stand down!” Riggs shouts from behind me.

“Get back!” Blackie demands.

Fuck them.

I continue taking long strides along the wooden dock, closing in on my mark—deciding execution style is the way I’m going to deliver them to Hell but I’m too slow. They spin around, draw their weapons and unleash their bullets in my direction.

Shot after shot.

Clip after clip.

Bang! Bang!

Gun powder fills the air, mixing with the dense fog, making it impossible to see my targets or the bullets headed straight for me or the ones whizzing through the air from behind me.

Blindly, I fire back, keeping my finger on the trigger as I have a showdown with death. Voices shout around me in both a native and foreign tongue. In front of me, my last rites are given to me in Russian. Behind me, orders of war are declared.

“Riggs, press the fucking button,” Blackie bellows.

“Cobra, get down!” Riggs shouts.

“Do it now!” Blackie commands.

“No,” I scream at the top of my lungs as I drop my gun.

Spreading my arms wide, I close my eyes and offer myself to both sides of the fence, praying they take me and spare her.

A million smiles flash before my eyes.

Every single one I’ve tallied through the years.

All belong to Celeste except for the final one.

It’s the smile of an innocent child.

Big blue eyes, pure and full of wonder, stare back at me asking me—pleading with me to rescue her from the ugly world.

Save me, daddy.

It’s her face I’ll die remembering…the beautiful face of my daughter.

Helpless, spent and defeated, I drop to my knees as the blast reverberates through me and the sky lights in hues of orange and red.

I open my mouth to scream but the voice I hear isn’t my own.

“NO!”

“Get back, Celeste!” Blackie barks.

I close my eyes.

“JAGGER!”

Bullets tear through my skin.

Blood pours from my wounds.

But I don’t feel a thing.

Numbly, I open my eyes and stare down the dock into the flames of Hell.

Once the wanderer, I am now the martyr.

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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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Venom & Ecstasy (Venom #2) by S. Williams #CoverReveal @EJBookPromos @shanorawilliams

Title: Venom & Ecstasy
Series: Venom, #2
Author: S. Williams
Genre: Erotic Dark Romance
Release Date: February 16, 2017
I am much more than meets the eye.
I am stronger, smarter, and I won’t stop until I’m on top.
He thinks he’s safe around me. He’s a fool to believe so.

What would I do if the most wanted man in the world wanted me?
The answer is simple.
Get rid of him before he dares get rid of me.

“He knows I loved Toni,” I state boldly.


Draco turns around fully, nostrils flared now. “Don’t say that shit around me.” He storms past me, into the closet.


I turn with him. “Well, I did love him. And you can’t change that, Draco.”


“No?” He tugs down a white T-shirt from a neatly folded stack, picking up a pair of jeans next, and then walking around me to place the clothes down on the bed. When he’s done with that, he looks at me again and steps closer.


His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he reels me in. His mouth runs across mine and a buzz rides through my body. The buzz is hot and thick and hard to ignore, making my skin tingle. He hasn’t touched me like this in a long time. Not since what happened in the cellar. “You loved a man that didn’t love you, Gianna,” he murmurs when his lips come up to my ear.


I snatch my body away from him. “You don’t know what we had.”


“A hit man like Trigger Toni is incapable of love. If you made him angry enough, he would have probably killed you too.”


“Shut up,” I snap.


“It’s the truth and you know it. You’ve seen him react. He proved himself quite dangerous, no?”


“Shut up!”


Draco grimaces and jerks me forward again. He grabs my hair and wrenches my head back with a heavy tug. He does it so my mouth is angled up and my eyes are only on him.


“I see you got some of your fire back.” He smirks and I want to slap it right off of his beautifully twisted face. “The sooner you get over him, the better, niñita.”


“What did he do to you?” I pant, grimacing back.


“He ruined my fucking life. That’s what he did.”


“How?! You’re still standing here. You’re still alive and he’s not. Tell me how!”


“You’re not ready to know how just yet.” He snatches his hand away and walks to the bathroom again. He unbuttons his khakis and they drop down around his ankles. When he reaches for the hem of his briefs and his eyes meet mine, I jerk my gaze away and walk to my side of the bed.

I hear the shower door open and then close. There is an uncomfortable silence . . . for a while anyway.


“Gianna. Come here,” he calls.


I frown, looking toward the bathroom. “Why?”


“Come. Now.”


Rolling my eyes, I walk to the bathroom, spotting his opaque silhouette from the doorway. 


“Shut the door.”


I shut it, but don’t come any closer.


“Get undressed and come in the shower with me.”


“I already took one this morning,” I respond with folded arms.


“Well, come and take another one. I won’t say it again.”


I can’t help the second roll of my eyes. He stands beneath the stream and pushes his wet hair out of his face. 


I can’t fight. I can’t resist. I have to remember that. I need him wrapped around my finger, and that starts with doing whatever he wants me to do. For right now, anyway.


He already has people calling me Patrona. Their boss? That’s progress.


I get undressed rather slowly and then make my way to the shower door. He pushes it open, welcoming me in without saying a word. His hard eyes travel up and down my body, locking on my breasts and especially the area between my thighs.


He steps beneath the water so I can get in. I watch it cascade over him and his hard, sculpted muscles, but his eyes are still open. It falls through his hair and down his face, running over his full lips and flared nostrils. 


He always looks so serious and hostile, even during the calm moments. I’m starting to think that’s just the way his face was made.


I close the shower door and as soon as I do, he steps forward and wraps his hands around my middle. He pulls me back into him, and I feel his hard cock pressing on my ass.


“I hate when you try to hide from me,” he rasps in my ear.


“How am I hiding?”


“Under those clothes. Beneath your distress. Beneath layers and layers of conflicted emotions. Stop pretending this isn’t real, because it is.”


He grabs the back of my thigh and forces my knee on the wall. His cock slides between the crack of my ass, and he lowers himself, wrenching my legs apart so that his tip is pressing on the entrance of my pussy.


“I’m going to fuck you,” he grumbles, deep and heavy. “Because you need it.” He kisses the top of my ear and I shudder. “I know you do.”


He grips my waist tight with one hand and uses the other to press it on the back of my head. He forces my forehead on the wall, and a ragged breath passes through me when I feel him slowly entering me. 


Each slow, measured thrust fills me up, and I don’t know why his patience bothers me. His hands are aggressive, pinning me to this shower wall, but the fact that he’s taking his time to “fuck” me bothers me.


He needs to be hard and rough.


He needs to keep making me hate him.


I don’t need delicacy right now. 


I need fire and fuel and something deep down is telling me that he knows it. But he won’t provide it because he loves having control over my needs.


He strokes slowly, releasing my waist and bringing that hand up to cup one of my breasts. He lets my head go so he can spread my ass and sink his cock in deeper. A deep groan rattles in his throat. I feel the vibration of it on my shoulder.


“Draco,” I call, my voice shaky. Not from fear, but from pure euphoria. I don’t know why I call him, but he answers.


“Sí, mi reina,” he murmurs, picking up speed. Skin slaps and water splashes between us.


“Stop,” I moan.


“No.” His hand comes up to the back of my neck and he holds it tight. “I won’t stop.” He growls deep, stroking in faster, drilling me even harder from behind.


“Oh, God,” I breathe, eyes squeezing shut. 


Pulling his hand away, he turns my head sideways so that my cheek is on the wall now, instead of my forehead. Droplets of water collect on my skin, my lips.


“Look back,” he demands, “right at me.”


I squeeze my eyes tighter instead, but he pulls my hair, yanking it back and leaving me no choice but to look at him.


When hard brown matches green, he leans in and crushes my lips with his. His hard chest rests on my back, his thick cock still filling me up. In and out he goes, while his tongue works its magic with mine.


His body is glued to me and my leg is hitched up, my knee pressed on the wall to help keep balance. His hips works in circles, giving long, full thrusts now, like a rhythmic pattern, and at first I hate it, that he’s touching me like this—claiming my body as if it’s his own, but then he pulls his lips away from mine and says, “I will make you forget it all. What happened only days ago. Your ex. Everything. I will make it so that all you think about while you’re here is me, Gianna, and that is my fucking word.” 


His wet mouth is on my ear, his breath warm as it trickles past. He reaches around and grazes his middle finger across my clit, cupping my pussy in his hands and forcing my hips back to bury himself even deeper.


A whimper escapes me from that action alone. The back of my head drops down on top of his shoulder and he presses those full lips to my neck, sucking away the droplets of warm water and replacing them with burning hot kisses.

His body stiffens behind me and then he sighs loud and deep, thrusting hard into my pussy several times before emptying himself inside me.


“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I’ve waited for you for so long, niñita.” He brings a hand up and rakes his fingers through my hair. “It feels a hundred times better than I imagined it would feel.”


He finally pulls out and spins me around. I stare up at him, watching water coat his thick eyelashes. 


“Mine,” he says, his lips so close I can feel the heat of them. “Say it. You are mine.”


I release a tattered breath as he glides a hand down my hip and cups my ass. He hauls me closer so I can really feel him, the water drifting down, sliding on our skin.


I don’t want to say it, but he doesn’t look away. And he won’t pull away until I do. I know I can’t deny it now.


“I am yours,” I whisper, and then I grip his face in my hands, leaving him no choice but to pick me up in his arms and hold me in his large hands.


I didn’t think it would be possible to steal Draco’s breath away, but when I do this—kiss him so deep and tenderly, as if I care—I hear him sigh and groan and shudder beneath the embrace. 


I feel him let go and melt, even if the feeling is faint and slight. I feel him, and when my tongue slides between his lips and dances with his, that’s when I know I have him.


All of him.


He thinks I am his. Truthfully, he has it backwards.


I am not his.


He is mine.

Shanora Williams is a twenty-something-year-old who creates raw, authentic romantic stories that, may or may not, make you question what a “Happily Ever After” truly is. After hitting the New York Times and USA Today bestsellers list at the mere age of nineteen, Shanora ventured further into the creative writing world, working even harder to create unique and memorable romances for all to enjoy.

She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, will be the mother of two amazing boys, has a devoted and supportive man, and is a sister to eleven.

When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down anything sweet and salty.
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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl