#CoverReveal WIRE, by Anne Conley @anneconley10

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Series:Pierce Securities Book 2

Author:Anne Conley

Release Date: June 29th

Blurb:

Evan Rocco has been a hero to Paige Lawson for as long as she could remember.  So when she runs into him in a bar after a major professional coup, she’s feeling celebratory and reckless.  But it can’t go anywhere, because after all, he’s Evan Rocco.  When she finds her gaming company in trouble, there’s only one man she can turn to.

Evan can’t get the woman who disappeared after their one-night-stand six months ago out of his head.  He’d honestly thought there was more between them besides just sex—a connection he’d never felt before.  When PSL, his favorite game software company is the victim of sabotage, he jumps at the chance to help them solve the mystery behind The Crimson Lady, the fan-made character who’s taking credit for murder.  Maybe it will get his mind off the woman of his dreams.

When he realizes who the CEO of PSL actually is, he has to get over his own issues or else he’ll put the one woman in danger he never wanted to hurt.

This is book two in the Pierce Securities series, a stand-alone story.  The first book, while not necessary to read, is Craze.

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Excerpt

As usual, her voice came out husky and choked when she tried to speak to him. “I’ll see you first thing Monday morning. Promise. But I can’t talk about this now.” She motioned to Emily, and Evan nodded but didn’t move. Jeez, he was so close.

They made small talk, and Paige actually found herself flirting with him a little, relaxing, while the line moved at a snail’s pace to the haunted house. She found out Travis was a neighbor whose parents traveled a lot. Evan also told her things she already knew: he had a brother in the Marines, his parents had retired to Montana to raise horses, lots of superficial stuff. She told him about her father taking her to haunted houses when she was a kid while her scaredy cat sister had stayed home with Mom. She mentioned her parents were dead, but didn’t give the details. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Dressed casually, he reminded her of the first time they’d met. He wore a black t-shirt and worn jeans along with the oldest pair of Converse she’d ever seen. His hair was mussed, as if he’d spent a long day at work, running his hands through it like a crazed man. With her constant avoidance of him, he probably had. A pang of remorse hit her hard. She hadn’t made this easy for him. It was time for her to step up and take responsibility. She’d hired him to do a job, and she needed to get over her school-girl crush and help him. But it was really hard with him staring at her like that.

She could always blame the teenagers for her inappropriate thoughts. They were walking, talking, flirting hormones on legs. By the time they’d made it to the door, Travis had Emily’s phone number and they’d already made a date and were holding hands. She was positive that if she and Evan hadn’t been there they’d be making out. The teenagers that is, not them. Even though she’d relaxed quite a bit, her heart was still letting her know he was standing awfully close to her. They went in like a train, with Travis volunteering to lead. Emily hung on to his belt loops followed by Paige. Bringing up the rear, one of Evan’s hands dropped protectively to her back. She ignored the warmth trickling through her t-shirt at the contact. Her heart pounded and her hands were clammy, but it wasn’t because of the fog, or the spooky lighting, or the clanging noises, or the zombies jumping out. It was all Evan Rocco, holding onto her.

As far as haunted houses went, this one was disappointing, or maybe she just couldn’t get into it with Evan’s breath on her neck, his hand at her waist, or his other hand snaking around her torso. The further inside they went, the closer they got. Travis was at the front of the line, jumping with every zombie clown that popped out, giving her ample warning of spooky things ahead. By the halfway point, Evan’s arms were around her torso, with her own hands clutching him while they walked in sync together, his hot breath on her neck warming her insides At one particularly dark corner, Evan yanked her backward into an alcove, pushing her into the darkness. He leaned his forehead on hers while his forearms leaned on the wall on either side of her head, caging her in, keeping her from bolting. “You have any idea how many times I’ve thought of this since April?” His body crowded her into the tiny, dark space while his minty breath sent her senses reeling. “Haunted houses?” she offered weakly before his mouth met hers.

It was suddenly as if the puzzle piece she lost six months ago had been put back into place, and she melted into him as his tongue triumphed over the recesses of her mouth. He growled, a predatory rumble emanating from his chest that reminded her of that night last April, and she whimpered against him as he hauled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her tightly. His tongue danced with hers, twining around inside her mouth while his hands roamed her body, cupping her ass. She twirled her fingers in his hair, bringing his mouth closer, fusing it with hers, unwilling to break this kiss which was rapidly undoing her—mind, body, and soul. As her fingertips clutched desperately at his biceps, she marveled at how someone who was every bit as geeky as she was could be so fucking beautiful, because Evan Rocco was a seriously beautiful man. And this kiss was feral, something wild, causing her to throw caution to the wind and go with it for as long as it lasted. Evan broke the kiss, leaning his forehead on hers again, his dark brown eyes consuming her. “Paige,” he breathed out ragged gulps of air. “What the fuck is happening?”

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Craze: Book One:

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Book One in the Pierce Securities series, Craze, is available now at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, and most other online retailers.

When Krista catches her boss doing the unthinkable, the only thing she can do is run.  Straight into the arms of the eye-candy she’s been trying not to flirt with on her lunch break.  But whose side is he on?

Ryan’s security firm is having a hard time getting off the ground, and this may be just the job to help the company out.  But pseudo-bounty hunter isn’t really what Pierce Securities is trying to get a name for.  When he finds out their target is the classy lady from the park, all of Ryan’s senses go on high alert.  What do these men want with her?

Krista is forced into Ryan’s sanctuary in the woods, where she realizes just how wild he is, but she doesn’t want to tame him.  He may feel his methods of protection endangered her, but without Krista in his life, Ryan is crazed.

This is book #1 in the Pierce Securities, a Romantic Suspense series by Anne Conley, author of the Stories of Serendipity and The Four Winds.

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#CoverReveal: GAMBLING ON THE OUTLAW, by Margaret Madigan @mmadiganauthor

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Genre: Historical romance

Length: 84k

Pub date: June 23, 2015

Nevada is no easy place for a woman, especially for Beth Caldwell, a gambler’s widow with an independent streak. When she refuses to marry the local cattle baron-who wants to add her land to his empire-Beth ends up with a powerful enemy. But it’s not until she finds a handsome outlaw hiding in her barn that her trouble really begins.

Isaac Collins survived the Civil War only to find himself the scapegoat for stagecoach robbery and murder. With nothing left to lose, he gambles everything on revenge…and barely escapes with his life. He stumbles back to Beth’s place, and as she nurses him back to health something tender and heated grows between them.

But in Nevada, sometimes everything can ride on one high-stakes game of chance…and Beth’s rejected suitor will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

Excerpt

I squared my shoulders and entered the room, determined to behave myself properly.

He was sat up in bed with several pillows piled behind him for support, looking every bit as if he belonged there, enough so that last night came to mind and I was tempted to crawl in and snuggle up next to him. But I gave myself a mental shake. He was quickly turning me into a silly schoolgirl.

I am a strong, independent woman.

I had other women depending on me and I couldn’t let some male drifter, a wanted man no less, distract me from my responsibilities.

I placed the tray on his lap and backed away as quickly as possible, taking a seat in the rocker I’d spent so much time in the last few days.

“It seems your presence is causing quite a stir around here. My friends don’t quite know how to react to you.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You said none of your lady friends knows how to react to me. What about you? Do you know how to react to me?”

The taste of his lips on mine leaped to mind unbidden, along with the feel of his hands on me, and that’s all it took for my double-crossing heart, and my equally rebellious body, to react with lusty desire. I’d assumed I’d never again be lucky enough to find a man who made me feel that way, and yet here he was, already in my bed.

Although I wanted very much to shift from the rocker to the edge of the bed and assist him with his breakfast, perhaps feeding him bits of bread with creamy butter that he’d have to lick from my fingertips, I opted for maintaining at least a modicum of decency and kept my rear end rooted to the chair. I suspected where Mr. Isaac Collins was concerned, me and my good sense were in a heap of trouble, because my body had clearly declared war against us.

“Just how would you expect me to react?”

He’d been watching me, waiting for my answer, those warm brown eyes regarding me from under a fringe of dark lashes, making my belly flutter like a flock of hummingbirds had nested inside.

“A smart woman would be on her guard. She’d be concerned and maybe even afraid, and she’d send me on my way, happy to see the back of me. And I took you for a smart woman.”

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#CoverReveal BAD APPLE, Book Two in The SnowRose Series by @authorwren

Ladies and Gentlemen, and those who have yet to decide! Book Two in my naughty fairytale series, THE SNOWROSE SERIES, is almost here. But because I am in love with the cover from my amazeballs cover artist, Jay Aheer, I’m going to give you guys a sneak peek.

Book One, UNBEARABLE, gave you Rose Red’s story. I give you Book Two, BAD APPLE, Snow White’s story!

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And it’s been chosen as an Editor’s Pick!

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Snow White has always been just that, white as snow. Pure. She’s lead a domestic life in the shadow of her outspoken and voluptuous sister, Rose Red. With Rose now marrying Prince Marcus, Snow fears she’ll be left with an empty heart and empty cottage.

One night, Snow gives in to her desires, and Marcus’ brother, Prince Darien, witnesses her indiscretion. But together they tap into a part of Snow long buried, untouched, and she’s thrown into a world of lust for his flesh.

Once betrayed by Snow’s mother, Queen Miriam sees the same thing happening again, this time with her son, Darien. She refuses to let her throne be taken from her a second time, and sets out to kill Snow White. Darien must believe in the power of true love’s kiss or lose his kingdom and Snow forever.

In preparation for BAD APPLE’s arrival, I’m going to give away a copy of UNBEARABLE, Book One in the SnowRose Series.

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Cover Reveal: HOW TO PUNISH YOUR PLAYBOY, by @MinaVaughn

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In this saucy and funny domination romance, pin-up model Veronika Kane meets sexy, arrogant Aston Delano and decides to teach this playboy a lesson he’ll never forget.

When Veronika Kane hears that she’s up for Miss Pin Up Las Vegas, she auctions off her classic hot-rod and decides to head out west. But when the man who bought her car, hot restaurateur Aston Delano, asks her to “show him the ropes,” his not-so-innocent question takes them down a surprising, sexy road. And as they travel cross-country as Domme/sub, their chemistry sizzles—as do the luscious meals Aston creates.

Torn between the rediscovered pleasure of food and worry about staying in competition shape, Mistress Veronika unexpectedly finds herself as much a pupil as a teacher. Throw in long-distance trouble from her ex and from Aston’s family, and it’s a potential recipe for disaster. A road trip can be hard on any relationship—will this drive them apart, or will they buckle in for the long haul?

Excerpt:

I put my hands on my knees and leaned over in a full-on sex kitten pose. “I’m kinky. I’m into bondage. I like to tie men like you up and have them for dinner,” I said into his ear. Part of me contemplated adding, Not, like, literally, since this boy was skittish. Again with the ragged breaths. This one was going to drive me crazy. I undid those tempting buttons on his vest first. Jeez, a jacket, vest, and shirt just to get to this guy’s skin? What a tease.

Okay,” he said softly. “Um, what do I do?” His eyes were still full of fear and questions, but I knew he was game. His body was telling me more by the second. His open, wet mouth and the stiffening in his pants betrayed his real interest.

I smiled. “All you have to do is obey. Submit.”

Okay, but I don’t think I’ve ever done either of those things in my life,” he admitted, his roguish expression returning. I knew he was too cocky for this. “What happens if I don’t?” He narrowed his eyes and pouted his lips.

Instead of dropping my smile, it widened. “You get punished.”

It was go big or go home time with my Dirty Playboy, and he had lessons to learn.

His tan skin blanched slightly and he forced a nod. “Yes . . .Mistress?”

I tapped his cheek with my fingers. “You’re a fast learner. Good boy.” And apparently I was a fast learner, too, because I was even convincing myself I was up for this. Part of me considered FaceTiming Sarah for tips, but I knew I needed to do this on my own.

Swinging my legs over the center console, I planted myself firmly in his lap with my bag of tricks to my right. I unlocked the cuffs for a moment so I could get that stifling jacket off him.

Don’t worry, those are going back on,” I said.

He nodded.

But first, I’m going to bind your chest.” I slid his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it behind us. A stiff piece of paper dropped beside the seat, probably a business card. I clicked the furry cuffs back into place and his arms were immobile again. Damn, he looked so good. Even though he had the stereotypical rich brat look about him, there was an edge to the way he dressed and with his hair a mess, it made me want to reveal the bad boy inside who was dying to get out. But those diamond cufflinks winked at me, telling me exactly how much I needed to know about Aston. He was loaded and spoiled rotten. And I was a girl from the rough side of town.

A smile inched halfway up his cheek. I knotted the end of the rope to one of the seat belt anchors and wound it around the back of the seat. My chest pressed full up against his as my arms worked to feed the rope to the other side. He smelled like pine and sugar and I wanted to moan right there, straddling him, flush against his hard body. I clenched my teeth to keep the sounds inside and eased back, winding the rope around his chest and then back around the seat. We sat like this, close then apart, for nearly a minute. I felt him harden and squirm with each rotation until I finally reached the end of the skein. I knotted it with a pretty bow and sat back to examine my handiwork. Pretty decent for a first-timer.

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Kink with a Wink!  Author of the Domme Nation series with Simon and Schuster.  Mina Vaughn is an international woman of mystery and a shoe whore with a heart of gold. When she’s not writing her unique brand of silly smut, she’s plundering Sephora for any pin up girl makeup she can find. The third novel in the Domme Nation series is How to Punish Your Playboy, a fun, sexy romp about a pin up girl and an arrogant restaurateur on a road trip to some…new territories.

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