Maniac by Nina Auril #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog @NinaAuril

 

Title: Maniac
Author: Nina Auril
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 17, 2018

 

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The Maniac
Things I should have
watched out for:
The redhead with her
face buried in her phone.
The pixie who made
me feel more alive than the speeding blue Shelby underneath me.
The girl more
intense than the music and crowds I surround myself with.
The cure to all the
demons from my past.
The one with the
boyfriend who loves her.
But I didn’t, and
now she has to watch me one more time. In a race for my life, and hers.
The Cure
Things I should have
seen coming:
The stupid red
balloon.
The road all my
wishes led me down.
The 6ft hulk with
the easy smile.
The maniac who rages
both on the track and off it.
The one who doesn’t
care that I have a boyfriend who loves me.
But I didn’t, and
now I have to watch him one more time. In a race for his life, and mine.

 

 

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A new secret author duo team up under the pseudonym, Nina Auril. They bonded over their love for ‘maybe’ bad boys, offbeat and colorful females, and a desperate need to stand out from a crowd. Having spent so much time with each other, they finally decided to collaborate and create something amazing to write the kind of stories they want to read. Nina Auril can’t be categorized, and will surprise you at every turn but promise to get your lady bits tingling every time.
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Night Shift by Carey Decevito #BookTour @BuoniAmiciPress @ItalRT4u

Title: Night Shift (Night Shade 2)
Author: Carey Decevito
Genre: Contemporary Erotic
Romance/ Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 9, 2018
Cover Designer: Clarise Tan of CT Cover Creations
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

A serial killer…

A past that haunts no matter how much the distance…

Which one will strike first?

Eighteen deaths over eight years has left Shane Peters itching to find his mark. The death that started it all ensured his obsession with the murderer who had turned his life into a living hell, leaving him to raise a newborn daughter on his own.

Starting over wasn’t the easiest thing, but Emberlyn Roth had managed by shear grit and the skin of her teeth. It’s too bad one can’t outrun their past.

A protector of the wronged, Shane is torn between his duty as a detective for the Jacksonville PD and a quest to find himself some peace. Red tape binds his capabilities and moonlighting as an investigator for Nightshade Securities has him feeling stretched thin. Late nights on the streets and his sense of duty keeps him from being the father he wants to be. Throw onto his already rickety house of cards, an attraction to the mysterious Emberlyn, the lead he’s got on the murderer he’s been hunting for nearly a decade, and threats his woman is receiving by an unsavory character from her past, and he’s seriously tempted to take Dalton Kipper’s offer to join his team in a permanent basis.

Rules have a place, but when you’re faced with losing the one that means most to you, lines can become blurred. With the fate of his family’s future hanging in the balance, he’s ready to risk it all.

Emberlyn

The man’s gaze was intense. “Is everything all right?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” I asked him.
“You seemed a little tweaked this morning. I saw you on your front step.”
He made to approach me, which caused me to back up, right into the side of his desk, knocking a slew of papers and the file they’d been tucked into on the floor.
“Shit!”
Hurrying to my knees, I started rallying everything up in a pile when I felt Shane kneeling next to me.
“Let me. You shouldn’t–”
I took a closer look at the shots of random pieces and froze, studying them.
“What? What is it?” he asked. “Do those look familiar?”
“They just remind me of something I once wanted to try and never have,” I told him. “A photographic mosaic.”
His body went rigid. “A what?”
“A photographic mosaic…or photomosaic,” I explained. “It’s when you take different images of the same size and compile them together to make a larger picture. Kind of like a puzzle, because each image has to be in the right color scheme to make the larger image true.”
“You’re shitting me, right?” he asked.
“Well, no,” I said, then inquired further. “How many pieces do you have?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’d have to pull my files for the last eight years to know for sure. Do you know how to do these photo…”
“Mosaics?” I supplied. He nodded. “I’ve been wanting to try. Most people do these on computers these days, but I’ve seen them done by hand in a few galleries I’ve visited since I moved here.” I studied the photos closer, then moved to inspect the next one in the pile in my hands, and gasped, dropping everything I held onto the floor.
“Emberlyn,” I heard Shane say, but I was too busy processing the shock of what I saw. “Ember,” he tried again.
“Shane! Ember! Dessert’s ready!” Nora called out, but I couldn’t respond, closing my eyes to try and imagine something beautiful to replace the horror I’d just seen.
“Give us a minute, Mom. We’ll be right in.” I felt his hand grab my chin, gently tilting my head until we were face-to-face. “Look at me, Emberlyn. Look at me right now!”
That worked.
My eyes snapped open, and I realized I wasn’t breathing; the dark spots slowly clouding my peripheral vision.
“Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe with me.” Shane put a hand of mine on his chest, covering it with one of his as his other remained at my chin.
“T-that’s the woman…” I swallowed the bile in my throat. “She was found dead in…Oh God!”
“Don’t talk. Just breathe, baby.”
Something in me snapped, and my body jerked, filling with cold dread and even chillier memories. “Don’t call me that!”
Shane’s grip on me retracted as if I’d touched him with a cattle prod. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t call me that,” I repeated at a whisper. “It’s what he used to call me.”
“Who?”
That’s when I realized I’d said too much.
Jumping to my feet, I backed toward the front of the house, stuttering, “I-I have to go.”
“Wait!”
I shook my head, swallowing what I knew would be my dinner coming up to greet me again. I didn’t want to be here when it did. “I’m sorry. Tell your mom and Rosie thank you.”
Turning, I rushed out of the Peters’ residence as if my hair was on fire, barely making it to my front bushes before my stomach revolted, turning the wonderful dinner that Shane had put together into plant fertilizer.
What I didn’t expect were the steel bands that would come to wrap around me while I sobbed.

Shane

“Is everything okay?” Mom had run into the den as soon as the front door slammed shut. “What happened, where’s Ember?”
I shook my head. “I’ve got to go after her.” I couldn’t explain because I didn’t really know the whole of it myself. “Can you look after Rosie? And don’t let her come in here. I’ll clean this up when I get back.”
She nodded, a distraught expression entering her gaze as she peered at the mess around me. “Okay, baby,” she choked.
I winced. “Mom–”
“Go,” she said. “You need to go. I’ll go check on Rosie.”
Nodding, I hurried out the front door, catching sight of Emberlyn hunched over one of her bushes, her back and shoulders heaving violently.
Fuck!
I didn’t hesitate. Rushing to her, I wrapped my arms around her middle and held on to the sobbing woman, who in turn began to scream like a banshee.
“Let me go! Help! Someone–”
My hand snapped up to cover her mouth, and I bent my head to the bucking woman’s ear. “Shh,” I whispered as she continued to fight me. I got a kick in the shin, causing me to groan. “It’s Shane, Ember. It’s me. I’m here.”
Her body went slack, but shock set in almost immediately and she began shaking like a leaf, her sobs resuming.
“Let’s get you inside, sweetheart.
She didn’t argue. In fact, she didn’t say anything or physically acknowledge me.
Bending down to pick up the tiny purse she’d dropped to the ground, along with her keys, I made to pick her up in my arms.
“I-I can walk,” she said, teeth chattering.
“Okay,” I said softly. “How ‘bout you hold onto me and we’ll take it slow. I’m not liking your color right now.”

I didn’t realize how extreme her fear was until I’d closed the door behind us, and attempted to usher the woman toward where I knew the living room would be, but she shrieked a, “Lock the door!”
After that task was done, we made our way to the couch.
Emberlyn quickly backed into the armrest, curling her knees up to her chin. I grabbed the throw off the back of the sectional and draped it over her.
“Let’s get you a glass of water,” I told her, heading toward the kitchen.
In case you were wondering, this wasn’t my first time inside this house. I’d been here plenty while growing up, but it sure had changed. Emberlyn had put her mark on her grandmother’s old place, and it was a warm and pleasant one with a more modern flare to it. I approved.
Glass in hand, I set to run the water until it was nice and cold, filling it from the tap.
When the floor creaked beneath my feet, Emberlyn jumped, panic in her eyes until they settled on me. She melted into the cushions almost immediately with palpable relief.
She didn’t waste time, grabbing the glass from my hands, chugging its contents immediately. I took the glass from her and settled it atop the one coaster I saw on the coffee table before crouching down in front of her.
“Better?” I asked. She nodded. “Want to talk about it?” She shook her head, no. “Do you want me to leave?” Another shake. This had me standing to sit next to her, but not too close, since I didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she clearly was.
That plan was squashed as soon as my ass met the cushion and she launched herself at me.
“Whoa! Calm down, sweetheart. You’re okay,” I whispered my reassurance into the side of her face, one arm wrapped around her back, her legs over my lap, and the other sifting into her hair. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled the pin that held her hair together, chucking the thing onto the coffee table, and resumed stroking her.
For a long moment, we sat together, neither of us saying a word, when so much remained to be said. Then she opened up.
“He used to call me baby,” she told me what I already knew. “My husband…that’s what he’d call me, when he tried to gain my forgiveness after he’d beat me.” My blood began to simmer. “Trevor and I had a very volatile relationship. I would do everything he asked of me, and he’d never be happy. I learned to be subservient to him early on. Mouthing off only got me punished. So I did what I had to until I could get out. I just didn’t do it fast enough.”
“Sweetheart, I know,” I said against her hair.
“You know?” she whispered, she pulled back so she could look at me, then realization must have hit her. “You’re a cop, of course you’d know.”
“Detective.” I smirked.
Her brown scrunched up. “Huh?”
“I’m a detective. I wouldn’t know about your case, but since my girls have been spending time with you…I just hope you’re not mad that I looked into you.”
“No.” She forced a smile, but it was nice seeing something other than tears in her stormy gray eyes, despite my apprehensiveness to her reaction that I might have overstepped my bounds with her past. “You have a daughter…a family to protect. I’d have done the same thing.” Settling in against my front again, her hand came up to lay on my chest. “Thank you, Shane.”
Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I rasped, “You’re welcome.”
Then silence enveloped us once more—not awkward—comfortable.

Something stirred me awake, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was until I saw a blanket being draped over me.
“I’m awake,” I husked.
“I’m sorry. We fell asleep, and–”
Grabbing her wrist to stay her movements, I did an ab curl to sit up. Emberlyn’s free hand sifted into my hair. She was standing between my legs, looking down as she massaged my scalp. Fuck, it felt good. I closed my eyes to enjoy the intimacy of the moment. So much so that I gripped her hips.
“I should go,” I whispered, my eyes opening to meet hers.
“Yeah.”
“It’s late.”
“Uh-huh.” Her head bobbed up and down with her words.
This made me smirk, and confess. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“Rosie’ll need her father tomorrow morning,” she rationalized.
“Fact, but it still doesn’t make me want to go.”
Her smile showed her pleasure at my words. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Pinky swear. Go home, Shane. Your family needs you.”
That had me smirking. “If you need me, you know where I’ll be.” I pushed her back, so I could get up, I curled my hands around the sides of her face, bending it forward so I could touch my lips to her forehead. “Walk me out?” When my feet hit her front step, I gave her one last assessing gaze.
“I’ll be fine.” She giggled nervously. “Thanks again.”
I smiled, then bent to kiss her cheek. “You’re welcome again,” I whispered, then left, but not before I heard the clicks of her front door locking.

Born and raised in small town Northern Ontario, Canada, Carey Decevito has always had a penchant for reading and writing.

More than a decade later, with weeks of sleepless nights, where exhaustion settled into her everyday existence, she finally gave in and put pen to paper (more like fingers to keyboard!) She submitted to the dreams that plagued her. And the rest, as they say, is history!

A member of the RWA, Carey enjoys spending time with family and friends, the outdoors, travelling, and playing tourist in Canada’s National Capital region. When life gets crazy, this contemporary erotic romance author seeks respite through her writing and reading. If all else fails, she knows there’s never a dull moment with her two daughters, her goofy husband, and cat who she swears is out to get her.

She is the author of both The Broken Men Chronicles and Nightshade series.

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Scoundrels & Scotch by Alta Hensley #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog @AltaHensley

 

Title: Scoundrels & Scotch
Series: Top Shelf #3
Author: Alta Hensley
Genre: Dark Romance Standalone
Release Date: January 16, 2018

 

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I’ll stop at
nothing to own her.
I’m a collector of dolls.

All kinds of dolls.

So beautiful and sexy, they become my art.
So perfect and flawless, my art galleries are flooded by the wealthy to gaze
upon my possessions with envy.
So fragile and delicate, I keep them tucked away for safety.
The dark and torrid tales of Drayton’s Dolls run rampant through the rich and
famous, and all but a few are true.
Normally I share my dolls for others to play with or watch on display.

But not my special doll.
No, not her.
Ivy is the most precious doll of all.
She’s mine. All mine.

*Scoundrels & Scotch is a dark billionaire romance. If you don’t like a
splash of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of sex, then don’t take a
sip of this TOP SHELF cocktail.

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Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling author of hot, dark
and dirty romance. She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a
multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty
alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales
of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.
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HOT SEAL Bride by Lynn Raye Harris #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog @LynnRayeHarris

 

Title: HOT SEAL Bride
A Hostile Operations Team Series Standalone
Author: Lynn Raye Harris
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 16, 2018
Blurb
A new standalone romance from New York Times Bestselling
Author Lynn Raye Harris. Sexy, action-packed, and thrilling!
Sold to the highest bidder…
For the past fourteen years, Princess Antonella Rossi has
been a virtual prisoner. She has no friends, no fun, and she’s not allowed to
leave her aunt and uncle’s Virginia compound without an escort.
But today is her wedding day. A rich sheikh has bought her
virginity, and with it her freedom. Any hope of independence Ella’s ever
cherished will disappear the instant she faces him across the altar. With time
running out and the wedding party gathering, Ella seizes the opportunity to run
as far and fast as she can.
Navy SEAL Cash “Money” McQuaid isn’t looking for trouble,
but trouble always seems to find him. This time trouble is five foot four and
wearing a wedding dress. Rescuing a runaway princess has consequences though,
and with his face plastered on the evening news and his career on the line, he
realizes there’s only one way out of this mess—he has to marry her!
It’s a marriage in name only, just until he can clear his
name and win Ella the freedom she seeks. But shacking up with a gorgeous virgin
isn’t as easy as it seems, especially when the sparks snapping between them are
hotter and more dangerous than anything Cash has ever experienced. By the time
he realizes it’s too late to resist his virgin bride, an unseen enemy is intent
on taking her away from him.
Cash is gonna need all his skills—and his friends on the
Hostile Operations Team—in order to rescue his princess bride and give her the
happily-ever-after she deserves.
The Hostile Operations Team is a covert military Black Ops
unit. Their motto is Where None Dare. H.O.T. operators come from all branches
of the military. The only criteria for membership: they must be the best of the
best!
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lynn Raye Harris burst onto the scene when she won a writing contest held by Harlequin. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award and the National Readers Choice Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome former military husband and two crazy cats. Lynn writes about hot military heroes, sizzling international billionaires, and the women who dare to tame them. Her books have been called “exceptional and emotional,” “intense,” and “sizzling.” To date, Lynn’s books have sold over 2 million copies worldwide.

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Mastering Her Fear by BJ Wane #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog and @bj_wane

 

Title: Mastering Her Fear
Series: Miami Masters #3
Author: BJ Wane
Publisher: Blushing Books
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2018
Blurb
Julie Martin pulled on Jackson Davenport’s protective urges the minute
he stepped outside and saw his five-year-old neighbor go flying off her swing
to land in a heap of gangly arms and legs then come up smiling. When he
discovered how her parents pressed her into competing in beauty pageants for
their own selfish gratification, he took it upon himself to provide her with
the friendship the little girl craved. Years later, just when his adult
feelings – and body – began to desire more from the beautiful young woman she’d
grown up to be, Julie moved away to take the modeling world by storm. Jackson’s
first encounter with the changes in her broke his heart and he severed all ties
with her.
Six years after Julie lost the most important person in her life, she
returns to Jackson a broken woman, unable to cope with the nightmare that
changed her life forever. When Jackson discovers her penchant for cutting
herself to deal with the fear, he shows her a new side of him she’s never seen
before, and a new way to get through the darkness that continues to plague her.
Even though Julie embraces Jackson’s dominant sexuality and the way his
painful administrations work much better at calming her fears, the truth of
what happened the night her two friends were murdered stands between them. Will
she be able to set aside her guilt to tell him the entire truth, or will she
once again lose the only person who can complete her?



 

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Jackson
couldn’t decipher what Julie’s grimace meant or why the mention of orgasms
would make her muscles tighten, but he could pull the cause out of her
later. Today was for demonstrating. Sliding his hands around to her buttocks, he
kneaded the soft flesh, keeping a close eye for her response. “I enjoyed spanking you the other day. You did, too, which means you’ll like
this.” He released her ass to pick up a
multi-strand flogger and trailed the narrow leather strips over her breasts.
“Is that
what I think it is?” she questioned with a catch in her voice.
“I don’t
read minds, Julie.”
“And I
might be green about your sexual preferences, but I know what a flogger is,”
she returned, her voice going breathless as he tickled her waist then glided
the leather strips up the inside of one leg.
“But I’ve never felt one.”
“This one
has twelve strands, long and thin to cover a larger area. Spread your feet wider and leave them
there.” She complied without hesitation,
another positive sign. Jackson moved to
stand at her side, teased the globes of her ass with another slow trail of the
braided leather then pulled back to deliver a light snap over both cheeks, just
hard enough to leave faint pink stripes behind.
“You good?”
“Yes, yes,
I’m fine.” The rows of tiny stings that
stroke elicited drew her nipples into tighter beads and added to the building
dampness in her pussy. Julie bit her lip
again, waiting in anticipation for the next strike. It came fast, this one a little sharper,
landing below the first, the extra punch seeping deep inside her and pulling a
response she never dreamed possible. “Jackson.

 

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I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my
daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the
states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being
homebody. I worked for a while writing
articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself
peaking. My first book was strictly spanking
erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch
of suspense. My favorite genre to read
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Claiming His Mountain Bride by Madison Faye #ReleaseBlitz @givemebooksblog and @MadisonFayeSmut

 

Title: Claiming His Mountain Bride
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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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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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