Release Day: Until DADDY By Measha Stone






Carissa knows the score when it comes to relationships. They don’t last. Sure, they’re good for some fun in the short term, but that’s all. Fun. There shouldn’t be any exceptions, not even for Jamison Croft, but he’s not an easy man to shake. He blasts through every brick she lays.
He may look the gentleman in his expensive suit, but he’s anything but when it comes to Carissa.
But how can Carissa let herself ease into his dominating presence when she knows it has an expiration date?
Jamison is determined to break through her walls with his relentless care and patience. And when their bond is threatened, he will show her he’s in it for the long haul. No matter what barrier gets thrown up in his way.






Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance. She loves reading it, writing it, and living it whenever possible.



Release Day and Excerpt Reveal: CONVICTION By Jane Henry







Brax can’t get the girl on the dance floor out of his mind, the woman he literally swept off her feet and into Club Verge. She’s no submissive, but he can’t help but admire her ferocity, even as he yearns to take her over his lap and teach her manners. He’s determined to keep her safe if he has to lock her up himself.

Officer Zoe Mackay can handle herself. But when she learns information that puts her life at risk, she’s forced to seek the assistance of a private investigator. Little does she know the man she hires is none other than Braxton Cannon, the high-handed dominant who gave her the hottest one-night stand of her life.

With her assailants in hot pursuit, Zoe is forced to seek refuge in Club Verge, where she finds way more than she’s bargained for…

There comes a point in any combat scenario where you know you’re losing. You know your only chance of overcoming your opponent is gone. In a staged scenario, like the training sessions at the academy, you might get hit a few times but admitting defeat will usually end the session, unless you’re at the mercy of an asshole who has a bone to pick with you. In a real life situation, you know you’re going down. It’s rare that someone will actually take a fight to the death. Even the most hardened criminals often have trouble pulling the trigger, finishing the job. Most of the time it just means you’re getting a beating.
Fuck it.
I have no idea what Brax will do. All I know is he restrained me once and that didn’t end up so well for him, so the likelihood of him upping his game is pretty damn strong. He’s gonna win this one. There’s no denying that, But I’m not going down without a fight.
I struggle and try to push away, but I find that he’s taking a weird position. He’s like kneeling or something instead of trying to pin me down again. He lifts me straight up in the air like I’m a rag doll, and hauls me straight across his knees. It takes me a second to register the position I’m in before his palm smacks against my ass. I don’t even react at first, I’m so shocked at what he’s doing.
I’ve been wrestled and beaten and subdued. But hell. No one’s ever… spanked me before.
“What the fuck!” I protest, as a second vicious smack of his palm on my ass pushes the breath right out of me. “What the hell are you doing?
He doesn’t say anything. He just sorta shifts his position so that now my head is lower on the floor and my ass is higher up in the air, giving him what I’d imagine is a very clear target.
In silence, he pins me down and gives me two, three, four wicked spanks.
This feels weird. I’m not sure what to do. It hurts, I can’t deny it, and I would have expected I’d feel like a kid or something, being spanked like this. He spanks me again, and again, and I can’t even fight him now. I’ve tried that and it got me nowhere. I’ve got to try another tactic.
“I’m sorry!” I manage to squeak out in between whacks of his brutal palm. “Ok, I’m sorry!”
He pauses and rests his hand on my scorched ass. He’s heaving with the effort of restraining and spanking me, and for a moment the only sound in the kitchen is both of us panting.
“Seriously. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” I say. Weirdly, the desire to beat the shit out of him is now gone, and I have to admit I’m actually feeling pretty subdued. What the hell happened there? “Please let me up and we can talk.”
To my surprise, I feel his hand fisting at the nape of my neck, my hair all tangled up in his fingers. He pulls my head back and his mouth is at my ear. Warm breath tickles my skin, but it’s what he says that makes me tingle. “You ever fucking pull something like that again, you’ll lose your pants and I’ll spank your bare ass. You understand me?”


USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast.



Cover Reveal: Wild for the Mountain






Retreating from civilization was the best decision of my life, the only next step to avoid more tragedy to people around me. After all I’ve gone through, my boss’s summer move to the cabin next door should be easy enough. He’s also my best friend. He and his wife are the only real sense of family I have left. The only people who braved this mountain over the years to make sure I was okay.

Then I discover their move is a package deal with their daughter Jane, who has a new summer intern job at the mine where my boss and I work.

I haven’t seen Jane since what feels like forever.

When I do, everything changes.

She has a body built to bring a man like me to my knees.

I keep my distance for as long as I can, but the longer I stay away, the more my desire grows, the more she consumes me.

And when she saunters into my cabin claiming she wants only me, I have to have her.

She my boss’s daughter, my co-worker. And barely legal.

But none of that matters. She’s going to be mine.

Author’s note: this book is sinful, dirty, and thoroughly naughty for your entertainment.



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Release Day Blitz: Monday Night Guy by Liz Lovelock

Release Date: June 21 2018

Cover design: Letitia from RBA Designs

Photographer: Lindee Robinson Photography

Models: Travis Bendall & Ali Abela

Genre: College Romance




Parker Kent . . .

Deliciously good-looking

Basketball captain

Complete and utter jerk

I made a vow—a vow to steer clear of guys like Parker. But when he shows up every Monday night at my workplace, that vow is torn to shreds. As much as I’d like, to I can’t ignore a customer.

At some point, a friendship forms. It’s not what I expected; he’s not what I expected. Those walls I put up are being torn down piece by piece, allowing Parker into my heart. Am I setting myself up for disaster, or is my Monday-night guy just the antidote my wounded heart needs?




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Liz Lovelock is from bright sunny Queensland in Australia. She is the mother of three little monsters, a wife to an amazing husband and very much a lover of everything books and reading. Liz has always loved books and, from a very young age she began reading comic books and then in high school her passion grew. She was given Tomorrow When The War Began by John Marsden for an assignment but, when that was done she continued to discover new books to fall in love with.

Liz always has a book she is currently enjoying and, a notebook beside her bed for in her hand bag for when inspiration hits at those crazy times. She is a stationary addict and will buy more notebooks and pens then what she needs. Her one click finger likes to go crazy as well.


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Release Day: ALMOST POSSIBLE By Nicole Williams





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Fans of Sarah Dessen, Stephanie Perkins, and Jenny Han will delight as the fireworks spark and the secrets fly in this delicious summer romance from a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author.

When Jade decided to spend the summer with her aunt in California, she thought she knew what she was getting into. But nothing could have prepared her for Quentin. Jade hasn’t been in suburbia long and even she knows her annoying (and annoyingly cute) next-door neighbor spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

And when Quentin learns Jade plans to spend her first American summer hiding out reading books, he refuses to be ignored. Sneaking out, staying up, and even a midnight swim, Quentin is determined to give Jade days–and nights–worth remembering.

But despite their storybook-perfect romance, every time Jade moves closer, Quentin pulls away. And when rumors of a jilted ex-girlfriend come to light, Jade knows Quentin is hiding a secret–and she’s determined to find out what it is.


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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.

Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.




Cover Reveal: Bottoms Up by Holly Renee

Cover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design

Photographer: Wander Aguiar




From the moment I met him, I knew he was trouble.

He was reckless, cocky, and everything I shouldn’t want.

I had a life all figured out, and Tucker Moore was not a part of the plan.

But somehow I slipped.

One moment I had it all under control.

The next I was spiraling around him, begging him for whatever he would give me.

But as quickly as I fell for him, it all crumbled around us.

Because everything I thought I knew was far from the truth.

There was only one way to fix what we had done.

So I turned my world Bottoms Up.






I hadn’t laid eyes on Tucker in three days, and it was a good thing. Obsession with my new neighbor wasn’t something I needed on my plate right now. I had too many other things to worry about instead of being concerned with what every noise was that I heard in the apartment next door.

Especially at night.

It was driving me mad hearing the noises coming from his apartment when I was lying in my own bed fantasizing about him. I was pathetic.

My job shooting Rock Bottom started in just a few days, and I was excited and anxious. I needed this job to boost my career to the place I wanted it to go, but I was so damn worried about screwing it up. My parents would just love that. It would seal the deal that I wasn’t meant to be a photographer. That I was making mistakes.

I had just finished an engagement shoot, and let me tell you, it wasn’t one of my favorite jobs of all time. The bride-to-be must have had some major pre-wedding jitters because she was a bitch. I had never been ordered around like that on one of my jobs. I felt like I was taking photos of my mom or one of her socialite girlfriends, and I made an effort to avoid anyone who even resembled them.

Their pictures would be gorgeous. She didn’t have a single hair out of place, and she also made sure that her fiancé stayed in line for the entire shoot, but there was a disconnect. I hated my photos that I didn’t feel somehow connected to the people I was shooting. It literally drained every bit of my creativity out of me.

By the time I was walking into my apartment, I was tired, irritable, and ready for a nap.

What I wasn’t prepared for was walking into my apartment and seeing Tucker sitting on my couch with his feet on the coffee table and a beer in his hand.

He looked up from the TV when I closed the door and smiled at me like he was genuinely happy that I was there. I searched the apartment for traces of Brooke or anything else that would give me a sign as to why Tucker was in my place.

With no luck, I gave up and finally just asked him. “Why are you here?”

“Welcome home, honey. It’s nice to see you too. How was your day?”

I stood in place and stared at him like he was insane because I was ninety-nine percent sure that he was.

He started laughing and rubbed his hand against the white T-shirt covering his stomach. I watched his hand and thought about the taut abs that I knew lay underneath that obstructive fabric.

“The cable company is working on our TV today so Brooke said that I could hang out here and use yours.” He leaned back against the couch and tucked his arm behind his head.

For a moment, I thought about why the hell Brooke would tell him that was okay without telling me, but that thought was overtaken by the overwhelming thoughts of straddling him and kissing that damn smirk off his face.

“You okay?” He turned his head to the side and smiled harder.

I shook my head and tried to clear the crazy thoughts that seemed to be clouding my head throughout the day and attempted to act like I wasn’t a psycho.

“Yeah. I was just surprised that you were here is all.”

I hung my bag by the door and suddenly had no clue what to do with myself. It was my house, damn it.

“You want to watch a movie with me?” he asked as he watched every move I made.

“Umm…” Watching a movie was actually my plan when I finally made it home, but I wasn’t exactly sure that I wanted to do it with him.

“You don’t have to.” He sat up and dropped his feet to the floor. “I can head home and get out of your hair.”

“No. It’s fine. Let’s watch a movie.” I walked to the kitchen and pulled out a couple beers. “I get to pick the movie, though.”

I handed him one of the beers as I sat down on the opposite end of the couch.

“Deal, but please don’t pick anything too girly.”

I huffed and held my hand over my heart.

“You clearly don’t know me very well at all.”

“And whose fault is that?” He took a sip of his beer, and I sat shocked by his question.

“What do you mean?”

“You basically avoid me any chance you get. Did you know that Liam and I have had dinner with Brooke three times since we moved in? Three.” He held up his fingers as if he was driving the point home. “You’ve only been present for one of those.”

“I’m a busy girl.” My voice showed my irritation.

I had been busy because I had been booked up with shoots, but I had also been avoiding him. When Brooke called me one night to let me know they were coming over for dinner again, I took my time finishing up my shoot.

He nodded his head in agreement, but I could tell he had more to say on the subject.

“Are you sure you’re not avoiding me?”

“Why would I be avoiding you?” How did he know I was avoiding him?

“I don’t know. It just seems like it.”

“Ego much?” I moved my feet up on the couch.

“Okay.” He grinned. “If you aren’t avoiding me, then tell me something about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”


He was staring straight into my eyes and it was unnerving as hell.

“Okay.” I looked away from him and searched for something to tell him. My eyes focused in on one of my photos. “I took those photos.” I pointed to the photos on my wall that he asked me about the first time he was in my apartment.

He chuckled, and I turned my head back to scowl at him. “You finally going to be honest about that, huh? You lied to me about it the first time I asked you about them.”

“I didn’t lie. I was evasive.”

“Same thing.”

“Okay. Tell me something about you.” I pointed my beer toward him while digging my toes into the couch cushion.

“Let’s see here.” He tapped his fingers against his thigh. “I’m originally from Tennessee.”

“You already told me that. What made you move here?”

“Work.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.

“And what exactly do you do for work?”

“What do you think I do?” He angled his body toward me and his perfect lips formed a grin.

“Well, my first thought would be a male escort from all the sounds I hear coming from your apartment, but I think I’m going to go with a personal trainer.”

He lifted up his shirt and ran his hand over his abs. “I can see why you would think that, but you would be wrong on both accounts. You do know that I have a roommate right? How do you know it’s only me making all that noise?”

Because I listen to your moans and fantasize that I’m the woman you’re pounding into the wall.

That statement would never come out of my mouth so I came up with the next best thing. “Liam seems a lot more wholesome than you.”

He busted out laughing and bent over clutching his stomach.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” he asked through his laughter.

“No. He seems like a sweet guy.”

“The next time you go on a date you should let me meet them first. You are a bad judge of character.” He was still laughing, but he didn’t realize how accurate his statement was.

“Don’t worry. I have no plans to start dating anytime soon.” I downed a quarter of my beer and leaned my head against the couch.

“Why not?” He arched one of his eyebrows at me and draped his arm over the back of the couch. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how close we were sitting. His leg was only a few inches away from my toes.

“I’m just not interested in dating any douchebags right now, and you were right, it’s what I seem to attract.”

He laughed and stared down at me. His eyes trailed from mine and paused on my lips. I took a deep breath to stop me from throwing myself at him, and that one breath seemed to snap him back to his senses.

He looked back up at me and smiled that damn dimpled smile of his. “So what movie are we watching?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s up to you.” I didn’t have it in me to try to choose a movie I knew he would like. I was too tired after today.

“Are you sure you trust me?” he asked with laughter in his eyes.

Not one damn bit.


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Bookaholic, firm believer in grand gestures, and obsessed with happily ever afters.

Holly Renee was born and raised in a small town in Tennessee where she lives with her husband and three fur-babies, Luna, Dobby, and Bellatrix. (Yes. She has a slight obsession with Harry Potter.)

Holly is a contemporary romance author who released her debut novel, Letting Go (The Garage Series, Book 1) in August 2015. Her second novel, Breaking Down (The Garage Series, Book 2) was released in March 2016.

Holly’s newest release, Where Good Girls Go to Die (The Good Girls Series, Book 1) releases on April 13th. Where Good Girls Go to Die is a sexy, second chance romance novel that features a swoon-worthy tattooed bad boy and a woman he doesn’t see coming the second time around.

During the day, Holly spends her time as a nurse, but once she gets home, she falls deep into her passion of reading and writing.


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Release Day: Stoking HER FIRE By Mila Crawford







I’d always loved her even if she never knew.

Growing up as Avery’s friend was the hardest part of it all, especially when all I wanted to do was claim her as mine. But I was that awkward, geeky kid with the black-rimmed glasses and was a social outcast.

Time and distance had separated us but I never forgot about her. My love for Avery never lessened. It only grew.

Now back in town, working as a firefighter. I doubt she’ll recognize me. I’m big, strong, and confident, so different than what I was all those years ago. Seeing her again after so long has me realizing too much time has passed. I know what has to be done.

I need to let Avery know she’s mine and that nothing and no one would stop me from claiming her.
Warning: This is a friends-to-lovers, double virgin safe romance that also has that spark of filth thrown in. Yes, you read that right … double virgins. No need to wear protection for this one because these two know exactly what they want and that’s each other.





I’d gone to the hospital to check on the little old lady that I’d grabbed out of the fire. She reminded me of my grandmother, and I’d had this desire to make sure she was doing okay.

I made my way down the hall toward her room, gave the door two knocks, and pushed it open. A woman sat in front of the hospital bed, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders in tumbling waves.

She must have heard me enter because she stood up and turned, facing me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said, about to turn around, but everything in my body froze.

Avery Sinclair.

Everything in me froze, became as still as the calmest waters. Avery, the one woman I’d always loved. The girl I’d grown up around but left so many years ago it now seemed like a distant memory.

But she was here, standing right in front of me, looking like a woman instead of the teenager I’d known back in the day.

I saw the realization filter across her face, knew she was probably just as shocked as I was. Looking over her shoulder at the older woman, it was then that I realized who exactly she was. I hadn’t put two and two together the other day, didn’t even recognize the name at first. What with Avery having a different last name and always calling her grandmother Gigi, it hadn’t even occurred to me that the woman I’d saved was Avery’s grandmother.

I looked back at Avery, every part of me wanting to go to her, to make her mine.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, lifting her hand and placing it over her mouth. She stood like that for long seconds, then dropped her hand to her side. “Jackson?” She chuckled, but it was one filled with nervousness. “Is that really you?” She shook her head slightly. “I almost didn’t recognize you. You…” She looked me up and down. “You look so different.” She stared into my face again. “But your eyes,” she whispered. “I’d remember them, recognize them anywhere, no matter how many years have passed.”

I didn’t answer right away, just looked my fill of her. She was all curves, the T-shirt she wore fitting her snugly and showing off the large mounds of her breasts and tapering down to her curvy waist. She had that hourglass shape going on to perfection.

“I can’t believe it’s really you,” she said again, taking a step closer to me.

“Yeah, I’m thinking the same thing,” I finally said. I stared into her chocolate brown eyes, ones I’d gotten lost in so many times when we were younger. We’d been friends, but not close enough that I had ever told her how I felt. Hell, I’d been too afraid of myself back then to admit my feelings. I still remembered the day I told her I was leaving, how she’d seemed genuinely sad by it, how I’d felt like my whole world was being ripped from me.

Our letters had tapered off over the years until there were no more. But I never stopped loving her, never stopped wanting her. She was mine. Avery always had been and always would be.

“You look different, Jackson,” she repeated and I saw the way her cheeks turned red.

My heart skipped a beat. Yeah, I knew I looked a hell of a lot different than when she’d last seen me.

Gone was the geeky, scrawny kid who got pushed around. In his place was a man towering at six foot three, heavily muscled from working out and building myself up, and contacts replacing the black-rimmed glasses I used to wear. Gone was the string bean who let asshole jocks like Frankie shoulder check him into lockers. How would she feel if she knew that I’d waited in every aspect of my life to be with her? How would Avery react if she knew that I’d saved myself for her … only her?

I was no longer that skinny kid scared of his own shadow. I was big and strong, a firefighter and back in town to let the only girl I had ever loved know that she was mine.




Mila Crawford is a book lover and has been around them one way or another her whole life. She is a fan of happily ever afters, sassy heroines, over the top alphas, and most of all safe reads.