Craft by Adriana Locke #CoverReveal @givemebooksblog @AuthorALocke

 

 

Title: Craft
Series: The Gibson Boys #2
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Kari March Designs
Release Date: March 7, 2018
Blurb
They’re not quite enemies. Not really friends.
More like frustrated balls of sexual tension and neither will give in.
Lance Gibson drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely
crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, takes cupcakes from the corner of
her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the
history teacher happened to love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a
coincidence. All sixteen times.
Mariah has a way of getting under Lance’s skin
too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently, and
seeing the librarian in skirts drives him wild. She won’t give in. It’s for the
best, really, considering there’s no way he could lie to a woman like that and
he’s not about to tell her the truth about himself. Not in a million years.
These two don’t hate each other. They don’t
really like each other. But for this to be a friends-to-lovers story, they have
to start somewhere, right?
Note: This can be read as a standalone novel.
Will be available in Kindle Unlimited.

 

 

 

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Author Bio
USA Today
Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of
slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other
authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides
in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount
of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her
outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her
pocket.
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Sex, Lies & Lingerie Trilogy by Nelle L’Amour #CoverReveal @givemebooksblog @nellelamour

Series: Sex, Lies & Lingerie Trilogy
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Arijana Karcíc, CoverItDesigns
Release Date: Spring 2018

 

Jaime:She’s one of the richest and most powerful women in the world, and not to
mention, one of the most beautiful.

It takes a lot to impress a man like me, and I’m not used to hearing the word
no.

I want to win her business, her body, and her heart. The first is a piece of
cake. But it’s going to take a lot of determination to get between those long,
sexy as sin legs. And an equal dose of creativity. But hell knows what it’ll
take to win her heart.
*

Gloria:He’s one of the most talented advertising gurus in the world. But I had no clue
he’d be so damn handsome. As hot as sin.

And I wasn’t used to a man who possessed my same confidence, my same
intelligence, my same drive. And possessed me.

I wasn’t
used to someone else taking control. I was always in control.
I’m not
used to saying yes. My dark secrets inhibit me. But he won’t stop until he’s
got me where he wants me, both in the boardroom and the bedroom.
Sex, Lies & Lingerie is a new
edition of the previously released USA
Today
bestselling Gloria’s Secret
trilogy. The steamy and suspenseful series now includes dual POV and bonus
material.

 

 

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Excerpt

Jaime
Tonight was
going to be fun.
It was
already fun.
She looked
hot.
She smelled
hot.
And she got
hotter as I sided up next to her. So close our knees touched and heat radiated
off her flesh.
Outside the
car, the city traffic pulsed. Inside, there was another pulse. One in my cock.
This feisty powerhouse of a woman had a way of making me hard and I wanted her
to know it. I put her hand to the steely bulge between my thighs and I secretly
smirked as she jolted. She could have resisted, but she didn’t and kept her
hand there longer than needed before asking me to free it.
Her spine
straight, her gaze forward, she looked uptight and I offered her a glass of
champagne.
We clinked
glasses and I proposed a toast to us.
She
immediately downed the bubbly.
“It’s quite
lovely.”
So are you.
“Um…could I
please have a bit more?” Her voice was unsteady.
“Of course.
I reached into the bucket and filled her flute.
Slowly
sipping mine, I watched as she again gulped the bubbly as if it were going out of
style. Her unusual dual colored eyes glinted as if she was getting high.
Loosening up.
“Do you
always try plastering your potential clients, Mr. Zander?”
“Only the
ones I like.”
She shot me
a glaring look. “Very funny.”
Squirming,
she uncrossed her long legs, but then quickly refolded them, this time the left
over the right like she was defensively squeezing her pussy tight.
My cock
twitched. It was going to take a lot of determination to get between them. And
an equal dose of creativity, I thought as we reached our destination.
Jaime:
She’s on
her knees.
Gloria Long.

Just for me.

I’m the man who rules her. I’m the man who owns her. I’m the man who can
make her or break her.

But our time together is threatened by my past. A demon.

All shit is
about to break loose
And in the end I may lose her.

*
Gloria:
Why didn’t
I resist him?
Because he
was too strong, too determined, too beautiful.
He made me
fall apart. And fall for him.
I could
have had it all. But I won’t.
My dark
secret is about to cost me everything I worked for. And the man I love.
My world is
about to be shattered. And so is my heart.
NOTE: This
book will give you a very satisfying ending. There’s no cliffhanger.

 

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Gloria:
We’ve been
through so much together.
An
emotional rollercoaster of deceit and lies. But through our love and strength,
we survived.
We thought
we could survive anything until the unexpected happened…
*
Jaime:
I can’t
lose her.
Not now.
Not ever.
She
promised to be my forever.
Filled with
sizzling romance and dramatic twists and turns, this novella-length conclusion
to Gloria and Jaime’s passionate love story will make you gasp, laugh, and cry.

 

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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.
 
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Cover Reveal: Mercury Rises by Scarlett Kol #Ebook @chapterxchapter @ScarlettKol

Cover Reveal: Mercury Rises by Scarlett Kol

 

Hello Readers! Welcome to the Cover Reveal for

Mercury Rises by Scarlett Kol!

Be on the lookout for this upcoming title from

Inkspell Publishing!

 

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A girl looking for a way out.

Being the daughter of New America’s leader, Mercury Masters has everything a girl could want. A glamorous life full of beautiful people, and the power to have anything she wants, except for one thing—to escape. Because Mercury’s perfect life comes with secrets to keep. Dangerous secrets that if made public would destroy her, her family, and her father’s reign. Then she meets Hawk.

A boy looking to be a hero.

Hawk, a handsome prep school dropout turned vigilante, has his own family secrets. Deadly secrets that have haunted him since he was fifteen. But instead of fighting the ghosts of his past, Hawk has assembled a group of misfit hackers and thieves to save the future from the corrupt government of New America and the mysterious virus that is killing off its citizens. But trying to do the right thing is tough when the person you really want to save is your enemy’s daughter.

A love that could kill them both.

Powerful forces keep them apart, but coming together could be the key to saving New America from destruction—even though it may cost both their lives.

A near-future YA biopunk retelling of Robin Hood.

Mercury Rises by Scarlett Kol
Publication Date: February 13, 2018
Publisher: Inkspell Publishing

Available for pre-order:
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Scarlett Kol grew up in Northern Manitoba reading books and writing stories about creatures that make you want to sleep with the lights on. As an adult, she’s still a little afraid of the dark. Scarlett now lives just outside Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and two boys, but if you need to find her she’s likely freezing at the hockey rink.

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Claiming His Mountain Bride by Madison Faye #CoverReveal @givemebooksblog @MadisonFayeSmut

 

Title: Claiming His Mountain Bride
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Coverlüv
Photo: Sara Eirew
Release Date: January 15, 2018

 

Blurb
My mountain. My cabin. My woman – she
just doesn’t know it yet.

I left civilization
and my demons a long time ago, seeking solitude up on Blackthorn mountain. Just
one ex-marine, a remote cabin, and the wilderness, with no distractions.

But then she turns
up, blowing in with a winter’s blizzard like a very fucking big distraction.
Blonde, beautiful,
and mouthy as all hell, even when I save her from freezing that sweet little
ass off.
A rough mountain man
like me should want nothing to do with a rich little city girl like Katrina.
Except one look at her sweet, tempting curves, and one taste of those sassy,
pouty lips, and I want everything to do with her.
I saved her from
freezing, but maybe it’s her who’s going to save my frozen
heart.
We’re trapped up
here for the storm, locked in a cabin with only the heat between us to keep us
warm. Her wealthy, city family thinks they can marry her off to some rich
little shit. But they’re very wrong.
My mountain. My
cabin. My woman.
I’ll make Katrina my
bride, and I’ll be damned if I let them take her from me.

 

 

Author Bio
#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

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Peep Show by Isabella Starling #CoverReveal @givemebooksblog @authorstarling

Title: Peep Show
Author: Isabella Starling
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA

Photo: James Critchley
Release Date: January 25, 2018
Blurb
She’s stripping.
I’m watching.
She’s playing.
I’m watching.
She’s mine, I’m coming…

Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl
nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of
her own story.
She’s the star of mine.
My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A
womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.
But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my
apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.
And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.
Forever.Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes
that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles.
He’s been waiting for you.

 


Excerpt

Chapter One

I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking
on too-high heels and too much vodka.
A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I
had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint
of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup
was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me
appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.
I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and
when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.
I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life
had become, but only for a short minute.
The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking,
dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling,
stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think
about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her
back.
I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some
fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head,
and God, I needed some fucking clarity.
I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with
streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment
building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses,
about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to
live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been
for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account.
Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.
My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across
the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic
apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.
I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my
face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.
A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the
apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore.
Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her
mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.
My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the
darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.
The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny
and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.
He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm
was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of
her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark
against his light skin.
I wanted more.
I wanted to keep watching.
I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.
He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting
inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in
love with him right then and there.
My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed
and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I
wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to
see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would.
I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face
and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night
outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted
him inside me.
A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I
did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.
Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit
closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.
The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them
gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.
I was so wet.
In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street
making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.
But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the
sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I
shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.
My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t
bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to
go home with. It made me feel wanted.
I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go
for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He
had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against
my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys,
because I wasn’t a very nice girl.
Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers
stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so
wide.
She was crying.
He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.
Fuck!
I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came
with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always
been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.
My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they
possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.
I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I
saw them both so fucking well.
He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth
glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark,
slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her
head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.
He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on
the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.
I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices
dribbling down my thighs.
He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil
waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.
And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.
I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her
pussy slammed by a stranger.
He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His
eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my
poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.
My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.
I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could
only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.
And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6
feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.
And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.
His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it.
He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out
regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.
His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor
and stroked slowly.
He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the
steamed-up window with the other.
My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the
streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how
couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of
polished, manicured and slutty perfection.
I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing
him my ruined panties.
His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his
shaft with fast, needy motions.
I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up
because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.
My pussy tingled at his crudeness.
My heart thumped in anticipation.
And my mind reeled with the possibilities.
I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.

Author Bio

Dark, dirty and
taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for.
An Amazon top 25
bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She
is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next
forbidden story.
If you pick up a
Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his
woman with a rough hand.
Add just a sprinkle
of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a
story you won’t forget.
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Scoring the Player by Samantha Lind #CoverReveal @givemebooksblog @samanthalind1

 

Title: Scoring the Player
Series: Indianapolis Eagles #2
Author: Samantha Lind
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design

Photo: Reggie Deanching, RplusM Photography
Models: Jess Epps & Connor Smith
Release Date: February 8, 2018
Blurb
Cocky, man whore, player…. Those are all ways I have been
described by the media and countless women. Are they accurate? Possibly. But,
that’s all I let the media see of me, Brian Kelly, defensive player for the
Indianapolis Eagles Hockey team. I have no intentions of settling down and
changing the media’s perception of me. I can’t tell if women are after me for
my bank account, the status symbol of being with a professional athlete, or if
they really want me for me. Then I meet her. The one woman who doesn’t let my
charm affect her or cause her to jump directly into my bed. Can I possibly
change my ways and settle down?
Grounded, selfless, giving…Those are all the ways my family
and friends have described me. Are they right? Possibly. But, I’m so much more,
and need some passion and excitement in my life. My best friend is moving on
and I want that someone special to share all that life has to offer. Let it be
known that I, Kinley Williams, want the right someone special. So why did he
have to crash into me? The one man who is so clearly wrong for me. Then again,
he doesn’t seem like anything the tabloids claim him to be. So is he really all
that wrong?

 

 


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Samantha Lind is a contemporary romance author. Having spent the first 27 years of her life in Alaska, she now calls Iowa home where she lives with her husband and two sons. She enjoys spending time with her family, traveling, reading, watching hockey, and listening to country music.
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