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Second Shot #2
Sara Jane Stone
Releasing June 7th, 2016
Avon Impulse
second, sizzling book in Sara Jane Stone’s Second Shots series…
When Dominic Fairmore left Oregon to
be all he could be as an Army Ranger, he always knew he’d come back to claim
Lily Greene. But after six years away and three career-ending bullets, Dominic
is battered, broken, and nobody’s hero—so he stays away. Until he learns Lily
has been the victim of a seemingly random attack. He’ll do anything to keep her
safe . . . even go home.
Lily is starting to find a life
without Dominic when suddenly her wounded warrior is home and playing
bodyguard—though all she really wants is for him to take her. But she refuses
to play the part of a damsel in distress, no matter how much she misses his
tempting touch. He’ll leave as soon as she’s safe and Lily knows her heart will
never heal.
But as attraction stirs to so much
more, danger closes in. With more than Lily’s heart at stake, Dominic can no
longer draw a line between protecting Lily and loving her . . .

“You painted your toenails pink.”

Dominic Fairmore stared at Lily’s bumble-gum colored nails. He didn’t trust himself to look up. Downstairs, his dad’s dogs made the familiar trip to the water bowl and back, probably stopping to sniff the bag of Chinese take-out he’d abandoned on the kitchen table. The animals’ nails tapped against the hardwood floors, but otherwise silence filled the farmhouse. His little sister was at the beach and his dad was pulling a double at Forever, Oregon’s woefully understaffed police station. And yeah, he kept track of their locations because at twenty-two he still lived at home.

Lily raised one perfect eyebrow. “I have two hours before my mom expects me home and you’re looking at my toenails?”

Her ironic tone pushed him damn close to his breaking point. He’d take her. Here. Now. Against the wall, pictures falling to the floor. Because he knew she reserved her humor for him. The rest of Forever saw a blond-haired, blue-eyed woman who charmed a room full of five-year olds day after day. A girl who’d been born here, grown up here, and put herself through the local university while still living at home to care for her wheelchair-bound mother and alcoholic father.

But Dominic saw the only girl he’d ever loved. If he closed his eyes, he could still picture her, walking down the halls of their high school. She’d been one year ahead of him. She’d graced the dreary high school halls with her sunshine smile and confidence. And yeah, her short skirts.

He’d memorized the way her cheerleaders outfit teased her thighs while she led the squad her senior year. He’d been a junior, but already shepherding the football team to one victory after another. And sometimes it felt like he busted his ass on the field and won the game just to see her smile . . .

But he couldn’t close his eyes and block out the way Lily looked right now.  His gaze drifted up her calves. Every inch of bare skin wrapped around his heart like a noose. He took in the curve of her thighs and tried to go slow. His jaw tightened and his eyes disobeyed.

F*** slow.

His gaze locked on the slip of fabric disappearing between her legs.

“Your panties match your toenails,” he growled. There wasn’t a hint of humor in his voice. He couldn’t picture laughing now. In two days, he’d wreck her heart. He would shatter their love and leave her with nothing but memories and the promise that he’d come back.

I swear I’ll come back for her.

But so much could change while he was on the other side of the country training to be all he could be. And later, once he deployed, on the other side of the world.

Two more days. Two more nights. How many times could he make love to this woman before they ran out of time?

“Are you sure they match?” she teased. Her fingers brushed the waistband of her panties and then her thumbs slipped beneath the pink fabric.

His hands formed tight fists at his sides, watching as she drew her underwear down to her toes. Her upper body stole away his view of the blond curls, instead offering the sight of her full, bare breasts hovering in front of her legs. Long locks of blonde hair drifted down as she compared the color of her underwear to her nail polish.

“Lily,” he growled and stepped closer.

She glanced up at him and slowly, as if she knew every movement of her body turned him on and pushed him closer to that place where he lost control. But hell, after six years together, Lily Greene damn well knew how to drive him crazy with lust and longing.

“My nails are a light pink. I think the bottle said ‘Ballet Slipper.’ But my underwear is closer to fuchsia.” She tossed her panties at him. “See?”

Years of training on the football field kicked in and he caught the slip of fabric in his right hand. “You’re right,” he said and he took a step forward. He threw her underwear down to the carpet without bothering to study them.

“You need to be home in two hours?” he asked.

Her teasing smile faded at the reminder of the reality beyond the bedroom walls. “You know I do.”

“We might not have time for the Chinese food.” He momentarily blocked his view as he drew his ‘Go Army!’ T-shirt over his head. He discarded the reminder of where he was heading in two days’ time. He wanted to leave this town and the dead-end future it promised, but not Lily.

“I hate Chinese,” she said.

She reached forward and grabbed onto the belt buckle his father had given him after he won the state championship with his high school football team. He pressed his palms flat against the wall, one on either side of her head. He couldn’t touch her. Not yet.

“I know.” He allowed her to pull him close, her fingers working to free his belt and undo his jeans. “I didn’t want to run the risk that you would want to eat first.”

She smiled as her hands won the battle with his belt. Drawing his zipper down, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Smart man.” Her hands pushed his pants over his hips and then went in search of their target.

“Lily,” he gasped as her fingers wrapped around the part of his body that thought ‘slow’ spelled disaster. Hell, it just might. He wanted her so damn much he might come in her hand. “Careful,” he added. “Or I’ll be about as useful as I was the first time. In the front seat of my truck.”

“Have as much self-control now as you did at seventeen?” she challenged, her hand moving up and down now.

“You know it.” He took his right hand off the wall and cupped her jaw. Angling her lips up to meet his, he kissed her. He knew her mouth. He’d memorized the way she liked his tongue to tease hers.

His hand moved down her neck and over her shoulder. His fingers froze, hovering on her collarbone. He knew the feel of her soft skin as well as he knew his own. But dammit, he couldn’t take the weight of her breast in his hand, her nipple brushing against his palm, and still maintain control.

She broke the kiss. “Don’t hold back, Dominic,” she whispered. “You never have before. Don’t start now. You know how to touch me. You’re the only one—”

His growl cut off her hushed words. He was the only one who knew the color of her panties. The only man in her bed. The only one who heard her sly humor. And yeah, the only man in Forever, Oregon who loved her.

For now . . .





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The Sentinels #3
Alexandra Ivy
Released May 31st, 2016
and cursed by their hidden abilities, the Sentinels have no choice but to live,
and love, on the edge of humanity…
The Sentinel assassin, Bas, is
facing the greatest challenge of his outcast existence. His young daughter,
Molly, has been kidnapped. But her disappearance has brought the return of her
mother, Myst, whom Bas has never forgotten–or forgiven.
Haunted by a vision that she’s
destined to create a weapon that will destroy thousands, Myst was never
impulsive–until she met the irresistibly handsome Bas. But with the
Brotherhood, the enemy of the high-bloods hunting for her, Myst had to stay on
the run, to keep her child, and the world, safe. Now, with the most important
thing in both their lives at stake, she and Bas must embark on a treacherous
journey to save Molly, to confront the truth of Myst’s fate–and to face their
fierce desire for one another.

Pacing toward the long bar that was set near the leather sectional couch, Bas grimly poured himself a scotch. Tomorrow he would have the suite cleaned from top to bottom. Maybe that would get rid of the lingering scent of honeysuckle.

He was on his second drink when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps and he whirled to study the woman who came to a hesitant halt in the center of the room.

His brows snapped together. He told himself it was be-cause she was an unwelcome interloper and not because she looked as delicate and ethereal as a moonbeam.

A very sexy moonbeam.

She wrapped her arms around her slender waist, making a visible effort to meet his gaze.

“There’s no need to glare at me,” she chided.

He set aside his empty glass, smoothing his face to an unreadable mask.

It was something that should have come easily. He was a cold, ruthless assassin, wasn’t he? Unfortunately, this woman had a unique talent of getting under his skin.

In more ways than one.

“You’ve been screwing with my daughter’s mind,” he said between clenched teeth, still unnerved by the revelation that this woman had been speaking with Molly without his knowledge.

Her chin jutted to a defensive angle. “I’ll admit that I’ve often communicated with Molly, but I was hardly screwing with her mind. We talked like any other mother and daughter.”

He narrowed his gaze. “You knew very well that I was unaware of your telepathic powers. You deliberately used that lack of awareness to take advantage.”

“Molly was the one to reach out to me.”

His scowl deepened. “How? You’re not trying to claim she’s a telepath?”

“No, but I could sense her,” Myst muttered. “She needed to know that her mother loved her.”

“A mother who loves her child doesn’t abandon her.”

She flinched at his deliberate attack. “I didn’t . . .”

“Didn’t what?” “Nothing.”

He studied her pale face.

She was hiding something. But what?

“Why are you here?”

“You know why.” She hunched a shoulder. “I’m here to see my daughter.”

“Why?” he pressed again. “Four years ago you left her on my bed and walked away without looking back. Surely you can understand my confusion why you were struck

with a burning need to see her now.”

Her lovely face, which looked far too young to be a mother, flushed at his accusation.

“Molly was traumatized when she was kidnapped.” His breath hissed between his teeth.

The memory of Molly’s kidnapping was still a raw wound that made him think about killing things.

“You don’t have to remind me,” he snapped. “We were all traumatized when she was taken.”

The velvet-brown eyes widened with something that might have been confusion. “I’m not blaming you.”

“Then what are you doing?” he asked.

“Trying to explain that after Molly was taken she reached out to me in terror,” she said, her voice trembling as if she’d been as tormented as he’d been by her abduction. “She couldn’t tell me where she was, or who’d taken her, so all I could do was try to give her comfort and swear to her that I would come and visit if she would be a good girl and do everything they told her to do until you could come for her.”

Her soft words should have infuriated him. What right did she have to make promises to his daughter?

Instead, he went hunter-still. “You were so certain I would find her?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.


He struggled to keep his face devoid of emotion at the insane flare of pleasure that raced through him at her absolute confidence in his skills.

What the hell was wrong with him?

It wasn’t as if this woman’s opinion mattered, did it?

“Is that why it took you a week to get here?” he snapped, angered by his ridiculous reaction to this female. “Or were you just too busy to care that your daughter was in danger?”

Her head snapped back, an unexpected fury tightening her delicate features.

“Don’t ever say I don’t care about Molly,” she spit out, her hands clenched into tiny balls. “I left the second I knew she’d been taken. If I hadn’t had to make sure I wasn’t being followed I would have—”

She bit off her impulsive words, stiffly turning to walk toward the bank of windows.

“Followed?” he instantly pounced. Was this a trick? A lame excuse for not rushing to help in the search for Molly?

“By who?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Bas kept his gaze locked on the fragile profile reflected in the window.

“It does if you’re in danger.”

She hunched her shoulders, a visible shiver shaking her body.

“All I’m asking is a few days to spend with my daughter,” she said in low tones.

Bas was moving before he could halt his forward progress, grabbing her shoulders so he could turn her to meet his searching gaze.

“I want to know why you think you’re being followed,” he insisted.

Her ridiculously thick lashes lowered to hide her expressive eyes. A sure sign she was about to lie.

“You’re always in hiding,” she muttered. “I didn’t want to accidentally give away your location.”


Her jaw tightened, but her gaze stayed lowered. “Can I stay?”

His grip eased on her shoulders, his fingers compulsively stroking the satin-soft skin of her back.

“For how long?” he demanded.

“A few days.”

“And then you intend to disappear into the ether once again?”


Some undefinable emotion clenched his stomach at her blunt admission that she couldn’t be bothered to spend more than a handful of hours with her child.

His hand moved from her shoulder to grasp her chin, tilting back her head so he could study her delicate features.

So innocent.

The face of an angel.

How the hell could she be so cruel toward her only child?

Unless . . .

“Do you have another family?” he abruptly demanded.

She blinked, as if confused by his question. “Do you mean parents or siblings?”

His lips thinned. “I’m asking if you have a husband and pack of kids. Is that why you treat Molly like a dirty secret?”

“Of course not,” she breathed, a genuine outrage darkening her eyes. “And I don’t treat Molly like a dirty secret.”

Dropping his hands as if he’d been scalded, Bas took a step back.

He didn’t want to feel a sharp-edged relief that he’d been wrong in his suspicion that Myst was already claimed by another male.

He didn’t want to feel anything for this woman.

“No,” he said abruptly.

“No what?” she asked in bewilderment.

“No, you can’t stay,” he informed, retreating behind his icy composure. “It isn’t fair to Molly.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her expression stricken. “A visit from her mother isn’t fair?”

“You can’t just appear and disappear from her life when-ever you want.” He shrugged. “It’s too confusing.”

“All I’m asking is a few days.”


“Bas . . .” She held out a slender hand. “Please.”

Her soft, pleading expression didn’t touch him, he fiercely assured himself.

He was turning away and heading out of the room because he needed to check on Molly, not because he was trying to avoid the blatant yearning on her beautiful face.

And the strange emotion that was currently twisting his gut into tight knots wasn’t guilt.

Or regret.

No way.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he commanded, refusing to glance at her.

“I’ll return in the morning,” she said, the words soft but stubborn.

His steps never faltered. “You’re wasting your time.”

“It’s my time to waste,” she muttered. “I’ll be back.”

Bas had reached the end of the short hallway when he heard the sound of Myst’s retreating footsteps, followed by the closing of the door.


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deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than
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and teenage sons. To stay updated on Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat
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Zeke’s Eden

by K. Webster
Publication Date: June 21, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Novella

Zeke's Eden

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Following Daddy’s rules has always been easy.
Smile. Nod. Repeat.

Until I met Zeke.
Dark. Dirty. Sinner.
A hungry beast, released from his cage.
And I’m on the menu.

Tonight, I’m Zeke’s Eden.
His sugar.
His whore.

Daddy’s little girl is all grown up…
***Warning: This is an erotic novella.***


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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

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LET ME by Cecy Robson #SalesBlitz @TastyBookTours @CecyRobson



The O’Brien Family Series Book Two
Cecy Robson
Released April 19th, 2016
Once he was broken beyond repair.
Now this MMA contender is fighting to be a better man—for her. RT Book Reviews
proclaims that the O’Brien Family series from award-winning author Cecy Robson
“has the hottest brothers ever!” And in Let Me, it is Finn’s turn to discover
how love can heal the deepest wounds.

A mixed martial arts star on the
rise, Finn O’Brien dismantles his opponents with brutal precision. And yet
beneath his fierce persona, Finn is raw from a trauma he’s buried for years . .
. until the day his deep-rooted rage erupts and lands him in court-mandated
therapy. Finn’s not one to bare his soul, but if talking it out means meeting
beautiful women like Sol Marieles, he’ll give it a shot.
Sol is working toward her master’s
degree in psychology, and already she feels like she’s in over her head. With
an important internship on the line and a scary family situation demanding her
attention, the last thing Sol needs is Finn around to distract her. The man is
ripped and seriously sexy yet it’s his troubled side that warns her to keep her
distance. But their attraction is intense, and he clearly has the heat to see
how far and fast their passion takes them.
Alone, Finn and Sol have been
fighting to find happiness in their lives. Together, there’s no stopping them
as they face their greatest challenges—not in the ring, but in their

I lean against the tile with my arms spread, allowing the water to beat against my back. It’s too hot. I should turn it down, but I don’t bother. Eventually, like everything else, the sensation fades.

I’m not sure how long I’m in that position. A few seconds? A few minutes? But then Easton and his trainer Yefim are suddenly there. “You got lucky, O’Brien,” Yefim calls out, taunting me with his thick eastern European accent.

Shit. Like all the trash talk before the fight wasn’t enough.

“Did you hear me, you pussy?” he fires back when I don’t answer. “Did you hear me, you goddamn coward?”

Coward? Fuck you. It’s what I think, but not what I say, focusing instead on the streams of water that gather along my feet before they swirl into the drain.

It doesn’t help. The rage that’s building, the one I only manage to barely keep in? It stirs in my gut like a heavy pot filled with hate, sin, and all the curses my Ma would still beat my ass for saying.

“What’re you doing?” Yefim asks.

His voice is closer, he’s drawing near. I doesn’t matter that I’m standing here naked. He wants to be next to me. I shudder, that feeling I keep buried drilling its way up.

“I know about you,” Yefim says, not bothering to keep his voice low. “But everyone knows, don’t they? Even if you don’t want them to.”

My body shakes a little more, but it’s not from the cooling water. It’s from his words and all that anger they trigger. Don’t do it. Don’t go there.

“You like to keep it a secret. Don’t you, pussy?”

Yefim laughs when I keep my trap shut. He thinks I’m backing down, just like Easton did before his face met the mat. “He’s crying,” he calls out to Easton. “What? Not so tough now?”

That’s where he’s dead wrong. Every muscle I’ve conditioned serves a purpose―to take down those who fuck with me. And right now, Yefim is seriously fucking with me.

“You like to pretend that it’s girls you like, don’t you?” he says. “But that’s not true, is it? Oh, no, that’s not true at all . . .”

I raise my chin, knowing that someone’s not leaving without bleeding, and I’ve bled enough tonight.

Yefim kicks at my calf. “What? Nothing to say? Can’t speak without your boyfriend here?”

“Boyfriend?” Easton asks, laughing. “No fucking way.”

“Yes. Way,” Yefim insists. “Didn’t you know this little pussy takes it up the ass―”

I punch him so hard, I feel his teeth crack against my knuckles. For someone with decades of boxing experience he never saw me coming. But I see Easton flying at me out of the corner of my eye. I toss him over my shoulder, slamming him hard onto the ceramic tile floor. Like in the octagon, I throw myself on top of him, my fists colliding against his skin.

Voices rush forward, telling me to stop. A woman screams, but I don’t stop fighting off the bodies trying to grab me, breaking through the arms wrenching me back. I need to hit him―I need to feel my fists meeting his face―I need to feel something.

God damn it. I need to feel alive.

I don’t want the pain.

I don’t want the terror.

But once more, it’s all I feel.

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a new adult and contemporary author of the Shattered Past series, the O’Brien
Family novels and upcoming Carolina Beach novels, as well as the award-winning
author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A 2016 double nominated
for Once Pure and Once Kissed, Cecy is a recovering Jersey girl living in the
South who enjoys carbs way too much, and exercise way too little. Gifted and
cursed with an overactive imagination, you can typically find her on her laptop
silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.
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Forbidden Forever and Forbidden No More by Christy Dilg #CoverReveals @bookenthupromo



Book Title: Forbidden Forever and Forbidden No More
Author: Christy Dilg
Genre: Erotica
Release Date: Sept 2013
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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Forbidden Forever

Laney Collins has been the wife to Michael for years and even when after his love turned into pure cruelty toward her weight gain she has remained his faithful loving wife. Her love for her daughter Callie and son Kaleb gives her faith that in the end it will all be worth it.

After years of not working Laney gets hired on as the assistant for Dr. Chance Turner. The chemistry between them is electric but their marriages keep them apart until one painful evening Laney has had enough and all she can think of is Chance.

A steamy affair hidden with lies and secrets turns into a love no longer forbidden. A love that loves her for everything she is and sees the beauty beyond the weight. A love that lasts forever.

Forbidden No More

Two dissatisfied marriages sparked an affair between Laney Collins, and Dr. Chance Turner. The connection they had was instant and powerful. Now, one year later they are ready to embark on the journey of husband and wife together. Will they be able to be faithful to each other, with others desperately waiting in the wings for their relationship to fall apart?

Laney plans the wedding to the love of her life, while her world is turned upside down and fears take over her mind. The insecurities with her body changing leads for a strained relationship with Chance causing her to close him out. There is only so much a man can take before he loses his ability to be supportive.

Chance branches out on his own, by opening his own clinic. Stacy Nickelson is the beautiful architect that is working on the plans for the new building. She has an eye for the handsome unmarried doctor. Will he return the feelings to Stacy?

Will Laney and Chance find their way back to each other, or will they go in different directions before they walk down the aisle?


Here we go again. He is on a rampage about how I look. I have yet to figure out the reason why he stays with me if I disgust him so much. I look in the mirror and see the same person I have always been: sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones, and just a few more curves than fifteen years ago. His cold, hard words are like daggers jabbed into my side. Not enough to kill, but just enough to leave massive scars.

As I make my way to my car for my first day on a new job, he follows behind me and yells, “I don’t know why you even bother putting makeup on. You look like a piece of lard no matter what you do.”

Holding back the tears, I get into the car and turn on some “Gunpowder and Lead” by Miranda Lambert before driving to Flagler Memorial Hospital for my first day as the Director’s assistant.

Happily ever after! What is that supposed to feel like? The thoughts pour through my head, questioning myself over and over. After being married to him for fourteen years you would think that all the hard times would be behind us and we would only feel love toward one another. Instead, I feel hate and sadness. Hate for this man who hurts me every day, breaking a piece of my soul little by little. Sadness for the person I used to be before I married him and lost my true self. How many more days will I be able to put up with the pain and stay? Will I ever get the strength to leave and find me again?

I have very energetic butterflies in my stomach, along with feeling less than perfect after Michael’s harsh words before I left this morning. I shake it off and plaster on a fake smile as I walk into the human resource office. The lady behind the desk has long platinum blonde hair and she is wearing a dark navy blue skirt and matching jacket with a white collared shirt opened about three buttons down. She looks like she should be on the cover of Vogue or maybe even Playboy. I am feeling less than acceptable in my black knee-length pencil skirt, white ruffled blouse, and red heels with my thick curves, none of which are a match for her slim body. I’m pretty sure hers are fake anyway; smiling to myself, I start feel a little better. I introduce myself as Laney Collins and let her know I am here to work as the assistant to Dr. Chance Turner.







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playlistDear Diamond- Miranda Lambert
Gun Powder & Lead- Miranda Lambert
One Like That- Gwen Sebastian
Distance- Christiana Perri
Everything I wanna do- Nickelback
I Cross My Heart- George Strait
I’m Slave For You- Britney Spears
I can’t do that anymore- Faith Hill
It Matters To Me- Faith Hill
I feel a sin comin on- Pistol Annies
I see the want to in your eyes- Conway Twitty
Wanted- Hunter Hayes
Let’s don’t call it a night- Casey James
Love the way you lie- Eminem
Stay- Sugarland
Treasure- Bruno Mars
Warrior- Demi Lovato
The way- Ariana Grande
When I look at you- Miley Cyrus
When I was your man- Bruno Mars
You make me wanna- Usher
Hero- Mariah Carey
I honestly love you- Oliva Newton John
Stronger- Kelly Clarkson

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Christy Dilg is a Erotica Romance/NA/Erotica Paranormal author. She has released her first novel in 2013. When she’s not writing she loves enjoying life with her daughter from trips to watching Vampire Diaries and jamming out to the 80’s. Christy had thyroid cancer back in 2011 which inspired her to begin writing again and start Mouth Rocks for the Cause which is becoming bigger every year releasing its second anthology this March featuring 25 authors.

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Viewing Room: A Society X Novel by L.P. Dover & Heidi McLaughlin #CoverReveal @HeidiJoVT @LPDover

Title: Viewing Room
Series: Society X
Author:  Heidi McLaughlin and L.P. Dover
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 6, 2016
Cover designed by: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design


Viewing Room Rules:
The rules of Society X are simple . . . break them and you’re out.
Rule #1 – No names
It doesn’t matter if you want to know, it’s forbidden.
Rule #2 – No exchanging numbers
It doesn’t matter if you want to call, it’s forbidden.
Rule #3 – Everything is to remain strictly anonymous.
It doesn’t matter if you want to tell, it’s forbidden.
Whatever your desire.
Whatever your fantasy.
The Viewing Room will make it happen.
For Kennedy Vaughn, it’s an escape.
For Hunter Miles, entering the Viewing Room means he’s been selected.
What you witness in the viewing room will have you asking for more . . .

Title: Dark Room: A Society X Novel
Authors: Heidi McLaughlin & L.P. Dover
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: January 26, 2016
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen from Okay Creations
Photographer: Eric David Battershell


Heidi is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.                                     


Originally from Portland, Oregon and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup, and their newest addition of a Highland Westie/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL.


During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she’s writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting courtside during either daughter’s basketball games.

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can’t forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over fifteen novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.


I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl