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.

 

 

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#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
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Mr. Ruin by Maya Hughes #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog @mhugheswrites

 

 

Title: Mr. Ruin
Author: Maya Hughes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 11, 2018

 

Blurb

 

They were wrong–revenge is a dish best served hot.
They call me the Boardroom Bastard.
A bastard out for
vengeance.
No one messes with
Killian Thorne.Then Rachel shows up.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Luscious curves. An ass I wanna
smack and squeeze. No man has ever touched her the way I do, and she’s
making me feel things I’ve never felt before..


But she works for my
greatest enemy, and destroying him means taking her down too.
She’s ruined me for all other women. Will I ruin her too?

 

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Maya Hughes has always loved romance novels. One look at her Kindle is confirmation. She started writing her first romance novel while pregnant with her third child and she hasn’t looked back. Now, her romance writing addiction has replaced her romance reading addiction.
You can find her writing on her foldable keyboard and phone anytime inspiration strikes. Her sweet and steamy stories range from rockstars to small towns and everything in between. When she’s not writing, she’s playing with her three kids, running errands or vegging on the couch with the love of her life and biggest fan, her husband.

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Craze by Andi Jaxon #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog

 

Title: Craze
Author: Andi Jaxon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 11, 2018
Blurb
Have you felt a strong emotion for someone you’ve never
seen, never had a conversation with? I’ve always felt like I was being studied,
shielded. Goosebumps frequent my skin and the hair all over my body stands at
attention. I’ve grown used to it over the years, I’m no longer bothered by it.
In fact, some time ago, I started to feel comforted by it. Someone cares enough
to keep watch over me, no one ever cared about me except my best friend Elliot.

The problem is that once my stalker makes himself truly
known, I’m not sure I can handle who he truly is, he leads me down a dark path
of pleasure mixed with pain.

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“ELLIOT?!?!”
I screech, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!?” I shout as I jump from the
bed.
Elliot
falls off the bed, arms and legs wild as he tries to catch himself, “FUCK!”
I can hear
he’s breathing hard from the other side of the bed. “What the hell is going
on?” I say as calmly as possible. I’m so embarrassed and so shocked at this
turn of events that I can’t do anything but stand there, not knowing what to do
or say.
Elliot
chooses that moment to stand up and rub the sleep out of his eyes. After
blinking a few times, he suddenly realizes the crazy situation we currently
find ourselves in.
“Shit…Annabelle!
I…I… I’m so sorry…You got sick last night, like a lot, ended up puking on
yourself and me.” He’s passing the side of the bed, running his hands through
his hair.
“Then
you broke down crying hysterically because Fred, your fifth-grade goldfish,
never loved you so he just up and died, like a goldfish can commit suicide!
After 45 minutes of that nonsense, you started going on about how you let
Jeremy Fletcher get away, and how he was the one for you, even though you were
eight when he moved away! Aand you HATED him!” He comes to stop, facing
away from me, rubbing his temples.
“THAT
DOESN’T EXPLAIN WHY YOU JUST HAD YOUR HAND ON MY PUSSY!” I scream in response.
I can’t handle this shit right now.
“I thought
I was dreaming!” He finally turns to face me, shoving his hand in my direction.
I am
horrified. I’m standing in front of my best friend, the only person I have in
the entire world, in only panties after he just finger fucked me to orgasm
following a night of drinking.
Once I
notice that my tits are out and bouncing around, I snatch a blanket off the bed
and wrap it around me like a cocoon.
“Just get
out of here,” is all I can think of to say, not looking at him.
There’s no
coming back from this, there’s no way our friendship can survive this. Tears
are slowly falling down my cheeks. Now I will always assume that he’s thinking
about me naked, that he’s jealous of anyone I ever go on a date with.
I can’t
deal with any of this right now.
My head is
screaming.
For some
reason, he finds this situation amusing, since he’s smirking at me.
“So,
are you super mad now?”
I just
stare at him, not understanding.
“What? What
does that even mean?”
Now he’s
laughing, “You have a cape on, so now you must be Super Mad.”
“Get out
Elliot.”
Author Bio
Raised all over the
country, I’m an interesting mix of East Coast meets West Coast with a little
bit of Southern thrown in, just for good measure. I married a sexy man in
uniform who let me spawn and am now raising a mutinous army of hell raisers
that I created myself, all while he defends our country. I drink too much
coffee until it’s late enough to drink too much wine and am sexually frustrated
for your freedom.
I never thought I
would be a writer, it was never an interest of mine. But when the voices start
in and won’t let you sleep, you write so they STFU and leave you alone for a
while.
If you see me
online, I’m probably sitting in a closet, hiding from my kids. I’m sarcastic,
love a dirty alpha male, and love to laugh.
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Dirty Deeds by Stella Rhys #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog @stellarhys

Title: Dirty Deeds
An Irresistible Series Standalone
Author: Stella Rhys
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: January 4, 2018
Blurb
ALY
It’s been twelve years since I’ve seen him, but loathing Emmett Hoult
still runs in my blood. Thanks to the hell he wreaked on my teenaged life, I’ve
avoided the prick like the plague. But desperate times call for desperate
measures, and after a fire destroys my apartment during the most important week
of my life, I’m suddenly as desperate as they come.
Hence the roommate situation.
It’s his summer home. His family said he wouldn’t be around. They said
I’d never run into him.
But oh, did I run into Emmett Hoult.
And in the worst way possible.
EMMETT
I didn’t expect to see her ever again, let alone the way I
did.
But now that she’s back in my life, I’m not screwing things
up. She still hates me – I know that – but it won’t stop me from chasing
the only two goals I’ve made for this summer:
Making things right.
And making her mine.
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Stella Rhys is an author of contemporary romance and can’t
help but write it hot, steamy and borderline filthy (just kidding, it’s just
flat-out filthy). Writing aside, she lives for coffee, the Knicks, the Yankees
and cooking recipes way out of her league. She was born and raised in New York
and now lives there with her husband and charmingly entitled fur babies.
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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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