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Jun 30, 2023
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#BookBlitz #Excerpt #BreakingBoundries #GemmaBlythe #XpressoTours
Breaking Boundaries
Gemma Blythe
Publication date: June 30th 2023
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance
An adults-only couples vacation takes a surprisingly sexy turn!
Darcy and I have been friends forever, so when we plan a kid-free getaway with our husbands, we’re expecting the same relaxing, stress-free time we always have together.
What we don’t expect is a rental with walls so thin we hear everything happening in the other room.
Or how hot it is to hear Darcy and Alec get it on—to imagine the actions going along with those sounds, to try and guess who’s doing what to whom.
As the week goes on, we can’t deny our growing attraction to our best friends—I can’t stop checking Darcy out, and Rafe’s gaze keeps drifting over to Alec.
And they’re looking too.
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EXCERPT:
I hate cold showers but there’s no doubt that I need one right now, so I shuck off my clothes and hop in. It doesn’t help, though, because the chill makes my nipples harden and my breasts feel tight, puckered. Goosebumps pop up all over my body and it makes my skin come alive, makes me aware of every square inch.
If I’m turned on enough that a cold shower isn’t helping, I’m really fucked.
So I turn to plan-B: slake my desire in the hopes that I can face Darcy today without imagining her naked, humping my bare thigh.
I turn the water to a more comfortable temperature and grab the handheld. Sitting down on the bench, I spread my legs, one foot on the floor and the other propped up next to me. Leaning against the cool tile walls, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and directing the stream of water at the apex of my wide-open thighs.
My thumb is always a good place to start, strumming my clit like it’s a guitar string. And the sensation from that only reinforces the imagery: my body humming, vibrating with each stroke. I wish I had a free hand for my tits, to pluck and twist my nipples a little rough, just the way I like.
I’m out of hands though, so my imagination will have to do. The hands that I imagine touching me are smaller than Rafe’s, softer. A little hesitant at first, trying to figure out what I like and what I don’t, but I’m eager to show, and she picks up the specifics quickly.
Then she pushes my hand away from my clit, testing me there, trying me out. Discovering the secret to how I want to be touched. She’s massaging my clit, and there’s no doubt that it’s swollen, it’s swollen for her, it needs her touch. She’s the only one that can give me the release I need, and she’s up to the task, switching from her thumb to two fingers, rubbing me so fast.
“More,” I gasp, and that’s when she slides fingers into my pussy. Any hesitation she had a few minutes ago, when she was playing with my tits, is gone now. And fuck, I can’t pretend like I’m imaging some nameless, faceless woman, because obviously I’m not.
Obviously, it’s Darcy.
Darcy with her grin and her teasing laugh and that mouth I keep finding myself staring at this week. Darcy with hair that would tickle my chest as she kissed her way down my body.
I’m supposed to be taking the edge off, exhausting my sexual energy so that I don’t have any left when I’m around her, but all I’m doing is increasing it. Being around her is going to be even more unbearable, but right now I don’t care because I’m imagining myself fucking her fingers, imagining those lips around my nipple, imagining that hair in my grasp.
And Darcy’s sure now, confident, whispering in my ear. Telling me I’m gorgeous, telling me she’s imagined this moment for so long, telling me she wants to see what I’m like when I come. The fingers on my clit and those inside me are moving so fast now, and I’m getting close, and I tell her so. Gasping and telling her that I can’t wait to show her, that I’m right on the edge. That I need her so fucking much, that I’m so glad she’s here, that I can’t wait for her to see what she makes me do.
She tells me to come for her, and that’s what pushes me over the edge. I clench around my fingers but pretend like they’re Darcy’s, like the showerhead pointed at my clit is her hand, like her mouth is wrapped around my tit, sucking hard, punishingly so.
Boneless, I let out a shaky sigh. The hand holding the shower head droops. I let go of it, breathing hard as I sit and let the other five showerheads pelt me with water.
I’m so fucked. I have no idea how I’m supposed to go out there and face her today. Or how I’m supposed to face my husband.
Author Bio:
Gemma Blythe writes stories about love, sex, and the intimacy that’s found when the two come together. Her love of romance blossomed in high school when unrequited crushes led her to seek happily ever afters in books and movies.
Though Gemma’s stories are fiction, she’s inspired by the partner she eventually found her own happily ever after with. When Gemma isn’t writing, you can find her lost in the pages of a book, cooking up a storm in the kitchen, attempting to interpret her Tarot spread, and trying to convince her friends and family that she would definitely win Survivor. (She would definitely NOT win Survivor.)
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Sparks Fly
Aurelia Yates
Publication date: June 30th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Colt is a twenty-two-year-old owner of a biker dive bar that he’s turning around into a success.
Feeling pressure from his dad, he takes time off from work to visit during 4th of July at the family’s lake house.
Maggie is a twenty-eight year old certified public accountant who’s enjoying a week of sun and fun but when Colt rides in, the attraction sends sparks.
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EXCERPT:
Standing to the side of the house, I hang my matte black Beanie helmet on the handlebars of my Harley. I just arrived at my dad and stepmother’s lake house.
I wasn’t coming this weekend, and if it wasn’t for my dad sounding disappointed when I told him I needed to work, I wouldn’t be here.
The bar I own was a complete dive when I bought it, but I’ve turned it back into its glory state. It’s slowly becoming a popular site with the locals and even the surrounding towns.
You would think my stepmother would give me recognition. I’ve done everything on my own at the young age of twenty-two, but my stepmother’s snooty ways think a bar is beneath her. Her demands of always wanting to be in high society’s social life, only eating at five-star restaurants, being at fancy country clubs, and socializing with people who care less about her have never interested me. Her son possesses many of her snooty traits.
Running my hands through my short, dark hair, the sound of someone spitting out profanity catches my attention.
I spot a set of gorgeous long, toned, and tanned legs. My eyes move up to a perfect, tight ass that makes my dick twitch, but when I scan her breast and her barely covered tits, my cock hardens.
Fuck!
Seeing her face, I realize it’s the girl from my apartment complex. Her blonde hair is up into a messy bun, displaying more of her tan skin around her slender neck.
My dick hardens to full mast, pushing against my zipper, and begging to be released.
I can still feel how it felt to have her pushed against me.
Who the hell is she? Why is she here?
I adjust my cock.
Fuck, she’s hot!
Walking out onto the back patio, I stand over her, blocking the sun. I use this moment to get a close look at her full lips and think about how badly I want to see parted as she screams while I pound into her.
Her head stretches up, trying to look up at me. She lets out a small gasp through her plump lips.
“Umm, can I help you?” Her voice comes out shaky.
She can help me with this rod in my pants.
“I’m Colt,” I announce, “And you are?”
“Maggie,” she whispers.
“Don’t I know you?” Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I don’t miss how her lips part and her nipples harden through the thin leather fabric. She has sunglasses on, but I can tell she’s enjoying the view. I see her throat work.
“I’m not sure. Can you move? You’re blocking the sun.”
“Are you sure?” I grin. “You can admit if you would rather—”
“I would rather have the sun burn my eyes out.” She makes a swiping motion with her hand.
A smirk creeps up on my face. Feisty as shit is just my type. Moving to the lounge chair beside her, I throw my shirt down and unzip my pants.
“What are you doing?
“I’m taking off my pants.” I give her a cocky grin.
“I can see that. Why?” she asks as her face reddens.
I point to the pool. “I’m going to take a swim.”
Author Bio:
Aurelia writes contemporary romance and enjoys reading it just as much! She lives in Alabama with her husband, daughter and fur babies. She spends most of her time taking care of her loved ones and plotting stories. Excited to begin this new journey, she’s looking forward to sharing her stories.
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Jun 29, 2023
#CoverReveal #ThePuppetMaker #JennyOBrien #StormBooks #RachelsRandomResources
The Puppet MakerThe scrap of paper looked as if it had been torn from a diary. The words written in faint pencil. The letters rounded, almost childlike: Please look after her. Her life and mine depend on you not trying to find me.
When Detective Alana Mack arrives at Clonabee police station, in a small Irish seaside town on the outskirts of Dublin, she doesn't expect to find a distressed two-year-old girl sobbing on the floor. Abandoned in a local supermarket, the child tells them her name is Casey. All Alana and her team have to go on is a crumpled note begging for someone to look after her little girl. This mother doesn't want to be found.
Still recovering from a terrible accident that has left Alana navigating a new life as a wheelchair user, Alana finds herself suddenly responsible for Casey while trying to track down the missing mother and solve another missing person's case… a retired newsagent who has seemingly vanished from his home.
Forced to ask her ex-husband and child psychiatrist Colm for help, through Forensic Art Therapy, Alana discovers that whatever darkness lies behind the black windows in Casey's crayon drawing, the little girl was terrified of the house she lived in.
Then a bag of human remains is found in a bin, and a chilling link is made – the DNA matches Casey's.
Alana and her team must find the body and make the connection with the missing newsagent fast if she is to prevent another life from being taken. But with someone in her department leaking confidential details of the investigation to the media, can Alana set aside her emotional involvement in this case and find Casey’s mother and the killer before it's too late?
Heart-pounding and totally addictive, The Puppet Maker is the first in the Detective Alana Mack series that will have fans of Ann Cleeves, Angela Marsons and LJ Ross racing through the pages late into the night.
Publication Date: 17th October
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Author Bio – Born in Dublin, Jenny O'Brien moved to Wales and then Guernsey, where she tries to find time to write in between working as a nurse and ferrying around 3 teenagers.
In her spare time she can be found frowning at her wonky cakes and even wonkier breads. You'll be pleased to note she won't be entering Bake-Off. She's also an all-year-round sea swimmer.
Jenny is represented by Nicola Barr of The Bent Agency and published by Storm Publishing and HQ Digital (Harper Collins).
Jun 27, 2023
#BookBlitz #Excerpt #ReasonsWhyNotToDateTheBestFriend #MelanieMunton #XpressoTours
Reasons Why Not to Date the Best Friend
Melanie Munton
(Shell Grove, #3)
Publication date: June 27th 2023
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
Sometimes The One you’ve been looking for…
is the one who’s been there all along.Reason #1: Finn is Maggie’s best friend. They don’t have secrets. Which means they know exactly how disastrous they would be as a couple. They bicker, they annoy each other, but they also have one hell of a good time together. Outside the bedroom, of course. Why would they risk ruining a great thing just to satisfy years of curiosity?
Reason #2: Finn is stable and secure while Maggie acts on any wild hair she gets. She’s always looking for her next adventure. But it’s been a while. Everyone around her is moving forward with their lives, leaving her floating alone in open waters. And when she’s offered the job of a lifetime in Key West—hundreds of miles from their hometown of Shell Grove, SC—it’s too enticing to resist. Besides, it’s not like she’ll ever be the kind of woman Finn would want to settle down with anyway.
Reason #3: Losing Finn would destroy her. That’s exactly what would happen if they ever took things too far and it blew up in their faces. But ever since that job offer was put on the table, Finn is putting a whole lot of other stuff on the table, too. Suddenly, Maggie and Finn are forgetting all of their rules. And she’s wondering why it’s taken them so long to be bad when it feels this good.
Maggie wants more adventure? Fine. Finn will give her all she can handle. She’s avoiding commitment? No problem. He’ll keep his thoughts on the subject to himself. But he’s not letting her take that job in Key West. She has no idea what she’d be throwing away. It’s taken him a long time to see things clearly, too, but his vision is 20/20 now. And he’s not letting his best friend—who might just be the girl of his dreams—go without putting up the fight of his life. All he has to do is show her he can be so much more than just the BEST FRIEND.
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EXCERPT:
Finn stepped through Maggie’s back door and immediately ducked, dodging the flying tennis ball at the last second. Without that fourth cup of coffee, that sucker would have nailed him right in the damn eye. As it was, he was alert—and jittery—as hell.
Don’t give the caffeine all the credit.
Tossing his keys on her kitchen counter, he hesitantly walked across the tile floor, approaching the living room with caution. There was… Shit, he didn’t know what to even call the wide assortment of household items littering her floor. There was obviously a purpose to it all, but that was a code only Maggie could crack. Entering her Alice in Wonderland of a mind made The Butterfly Effect look like a walk in the park.
“What the hell am I looking at right now?”
Maggie’s head whipped in his direction, whisps of her dark hair plastered to her temples where she was sweating. “Canine calisthenics.” She stated it like he was dumb for not seeing it with his own eyes. “The vet says Berkeley’s weight is teetering right on the edge. Gotta keep my boy in shape, Jamie Lee Curtis and John Travolta style.”
“Isn’t that the movie where they spend an entire scene air-humping each other from across a room?”
He dodged another tennis ball that came flying at his head.
“Leave it to you to only remember the tawdry details of an 80s classic.”
The closer he looked at the objects around him, the more shapes he could make out. She had created her own makeshift obstacle course for their four-legged pet. Canine apparatuses of her own invention were set up throughout the house. As was always the case with Maggie, there was a method to her madness. One only she understood, but there was something to be said for it.
Finn rolled his eyes. “Just so you know, the vet only says that so you’ll keep coming back. He’s more interested in checking out your ass in your spandex pants than whether Berkeley’s put on a pound or two. Trust me, his weight is fine.”
A new song came over the speaker that Berkeley seemed to recognize because his tail started wagging like crazy. Maggie caught him when he excitedly stood up on his hind legs, and they proceeded to dance in the middle of the living room.
Oh, Jesus.
Finn only just noticed the matching leg warmers they were wearing. And headbands.
“Since when is my dog a Shakira fan?”
“Since always. He’s part Colombian, after all.”
“We found him on the side of Highway 21, Mags. Pretty sure he didn’t hitchhike from Bogotá.”
“But his spirit animal did.”
“He is an animal.” When Maggie swerved her hips, he swore Berkeley mimicked her. Finn scraped his hands down his face, groaning. “Look what you’re doing to my dog. He’s going soft on me. He didn’t even bark when I entered the house without knocking.”
“Why would he bark at you?”
“He wouldn’t have known who it was when the door first opened.”
Berkeley dropped back down to all fours and copied Maggie when she started twirling in circles. “If anyone is softening up this dog it’s you with all those steaks you’re feeding him. Why do you think he’s having weight issues?”
His molars ground together. “He’s not having weight issues. The vet is having infidelity issues. Dude is married, yet he’s drooling over you like Berkeley does when I pull our steaks off the grill.”
“Ribeyes or porterhouses?”
“What does it matter?”
“If I’m going to be compared to a steak, it better be the finest slab of meat on the market.”
For whatever reason, the moment she said those words, Finn’s eyes dropped straight to her ass. He wasn’t even conscious of the action. Some otherworldly compulsion—likely a demonic possession—seemed to take hold of him. She had on a pair of those ungodly tight pants women wore when they worked out. There were slits cut in the spandex that were made of a sheer, mesh material, and her top was one of those dri-fit tanks that had a built-in bra thing. Maggie still always wore a brightly colored sports bra when she worked out, though, regardless of any built-in material. She couldn’t exactly go without one, considering how…ample…her chest was.
Jesus Christ.
Why was he thinking about her chest size? Or her bras? For fuck’s sake, he only looked because Maggie talking about being compared to a steak had the words prime meat flashing like a goddamn neon sign in his head. Holy shit, he was as bad as the vet. An actual Neanderthal.
The next words out of his mouth proved it to be true.
“You know you’re filet mignon, Mags.”
She tripped over a couch cushion and stared at him in shock.
Oh, motherfuck.
Author Bio:
Melanie grew up in the Midwest, but she loves living in the Southeast (where the beaches are!) now with her husband and daughter.
Melanie's other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together...ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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