#NewRelease Spotlight: STAR SPANGLED COWBOY, by Paige Warren

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Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Release Date: July 25, 2016

Genre(s): Western/Interracial/Military

Heat Level: 3

Combat-wounded vet, Tyson Braxton, feels like half a man since losing his leg in Afghanistan. After returning to the family ranch, he wonders what any woman would see in him now. His scars and self-doubt run deep, and while feeling desperate, he hires a prostitute to ease his sexual tension.

Dacey Morgan has lived a life of horror since the age of seventeen when her pimp lured her into a life of prostitution and depravity. She wants out, but the last girl who tried to run ended up dead in a ditch. So, Dacey tries to do what she’s told—but she has one guilty pleasure, her two nights a week she gets to see Tyson.

Dacey longs for the day she’s free to love the man she’s falling for, but she knows that freedom will come at a cost.

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Dacey Morgan straightened her mini skirt and tugged her shirt down to showcase the girls a little better. It wasn’t her first time coming to Braxton Ranch, and she doubted it would be her last. Tyson Braxton had left the sleepy little town of Silvercrest at the age of eighteen with a determination to save the world, and he’d returned eight years later a broken man. She didn’t feel sorry for him, but her heart did ache for all that he had suffered. If an hour spent in her company could ease his loneliness—and a little something else—then she was all for it.

Her phone rang, and she pulled it from her small purse. Carlos flashed across the screen, and she stuck her tongue out at her phone before answering.

“I’m at Braxton Ranch,” she said. “You know I have a standing appointment here every Tuesday and Friday.”

“I told you there was a party at the edge of town, and I needed everyone there,” Carlos said. “You know what happens when you defy me.”

Her stomach clenched. Yeah, she knew exactly what happened, but it would be worth it just to spend some time with Tyson. She might have to charge him to keep her pimp happy, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the man’s company. He treated her like fine china and not like a crappy Styrofoam plate. She was trailer trash and a whore to boot. No one showed her the least bit of kindness, except Tyson Braxton.

“I’ll come to the party when I’m finished here.”

“No. You’ll go home after you’re finished there and you’ll wait for me. I mean it, Dacey. Don’t defy me on this or your punishment will double.”

She knew she could survive his punishments, but double wasn’t something she looked forward to. If he wanted her home after she was finished with Tyson, then that’s where she would go. Her heart thumped in her chest as she clutched her phone.

“I’ll go home,” she said. “Now I need to go. He’s waiting for me.”

Carlos hung up on her, and she slid her phone back into her purse. Her hands trembled a little as she thought about what was going to happen after she got to her trailer, and then she blew out a breath to calm her nerves. The last thing she needed was for Tyson to know what was going on. He might be broody and antisocial, but he also had a sense of right and wrong, and she had no doubt that he would try to protect her. It wasn’t his battle to fight. It was hers.

She pinched her cheeks to add a little color to her face and then carefully walked across the gravel drive to the wide front porch. Her heels sounded like gunshots as she walked up the steps and approached the wood door. Even though Tyson has always told her she could walk right in, she’d never felt comfortable doing that. Pressing the doorbell, she waited for him to answer. There was a bit of cussing on the other side of the portal and then the door was jerked open.

Tyson scowled down at her, his chocolate eyes narrowed and his lips pressed tightly together. Shoving the door further open, he practically jerked her into the house. Dacey stumbled a little on her heels, but before she could topple over, Tyson wrapped an arm around her waist and hefted her over his shoulder. He slammed the door shut, slid the bolt into place, and then carried her to the kitchen with a halting gate.

Dacey clutched at his sides, the thin material of his wife beater warm to the touch. His boots scraped against the hardwood floors. Tyson dumped her onto a wooden chair, and she pushed her hair out of her face. He’d made dinner?

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said as he claimed the seat across from her. “You’re too damn skinny.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she looked down at her plate. He’d filled it with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a biscuit. It wasn’t her fault she didn’t have much weight on her. After Carlos would take his cut, she would be barely left with enough to keep the utilities turned on at her trailer. Thankfully, she owned the rusted piece of crap, so she didn’t have to worry about rent, but running water and electricity were necessities, as was the small window unit she had in her living room.

Dacey took a hesitant bite and then closed her eyes as the flavor of the crisp chicken exploded on her tongue. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten anything so good, and she wished the moment could last forever. Her stomach rumbled in appreciation as she took another bite, chancing a glance at Tyson. His mocha skin looked even darker against the white tank.

“You didn’t have to make me dinner.” She swirled her fork through the mashed potatoes. “But thank you. It’s really good.”

 

About the Author

Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha male cowboys and the women who love them. There’s nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers and a pair of well-worn boots. You have to admit, there’s something sexy about a man who knows how to use a rope!

A cat lover, she has more than one furbaby running around, keeping her company in the wee hours of the morning as she tries to find just the right way to say “His skin gleamed, the early morning rays caressing his sun bronzed flesh, as he studied her from beneath the brim of his Stetson.” Or, you know, something similar.

When Paige isn’t dolling out tons of affection on the furbabies, or slurping down a pot of coffee (Yes! A whole pot!) so she can get in her daily word count, she enjoys reading and watching movies – romances, usually.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: THE FUNDAMENTAL THEORY OF US, by Alyse Raines

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Blurb:

Andrew Warren’s future was with the Marines, until an IED took his leg and derailed his career. Now he’s flunking Fundamentals, and he enlists the help of his fellow App State freshman and off-campus neighbor, Sawyer Layne. It’s not just the beautiful blonde’s looks that intrigue him, but the hurt in her eyes.

Sawyer spends her days surrounded by numbers and nights with a bottle of vodka to numb the darkness of her past. Guys like sexy, tattooed Andrew are exactly what Sawyer needs to avoid. Look but don’t touch—that’s the rule. If only his eyes weren’t so blue, and his abs not so chiseled….

When Sawyer resists his brand of charm, Andrew uses every devious tactic he knows to pull her from her shell. Falling in love was never part of the plan.

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Sawyer’s hands slid down his shoulders, past his chest, and back up. She knew what came next, but how to get there was another story entirely. Once again, he read her mind, and, chuckling to himself, kissed a path along her throat, his hands taking a different route to her breasts. His soft lips contrasted with the scruff of his beard, rubbing the skin above her collarbone. Andrew cupped her in his hands, teasing her until a sound like a sigh and moan left her lips that made his breathing quicken.

He lifted his head and smiled. “You like that?”

Sawyer nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Tell me what you want, Sawyer.” He moved his thumb in a slow, soft circle over the tip, making her arch up into his touch. “This?”

Her breath caught as his free hand repeated the action on her other breast. “Yes.” She hissed, rolling her hips into his.

A sexy rumble sounded in Andrew’s chest. She ground herself against his hardness again, and this time, his laugh died away. He lowered his head and caught her lips in a searing kiss while he gripped her hips and thrust his length against her core once, twice. They stayed that way, moving against each other as he kissed and nibbled down her throat to her breasts, until his mouth covered her nipple and teased a cry from her lips. Until every conscious thought dissolved into pressure and blinding white lights and her empty core clenched and pulsed. Until his grip on her hips was almost bruising and he shuddered above her.

Sawyer was lost in him, in the way he made her feel. She shimmied, trying to get him at her entrance. Andrew stilled, resting his forehead on her chest.

“Give me a sec,” he said, his breaths hot on her aching buds.

Her chest heaved. She thought he’d take some time to—well, she didn’t know—before getting the condom. Shit! How could she have been so stupid? Trying to get him inside her without it? She wasn’t on the pill. When she wasn’t having sex at all, birth control hadn’t really crossed her mind all that much.

While her mind raced, Andrew trailed a hand down her belly to her thigh. His fingers danced between her legs and she gasped at the first touch, jerking involuntarily. The intensity of his hands sliding in her folds was somehow more than just his erection. With two fingers, he caressed her sensitive flesh, stoking the flames. Teasing her. She didn’t notice him sliding down her body until she felt his hot breath where his fingers were. She was wet, so wet he slid through her folds with ease. A slow, fierce blush rose from her toes, and she was sure he could see it, even in the dim light.

“God, that’s perfect.” Andrew replaced his fingers with his tongue, making her cry out. “And that, too,” he said with laughter in his voice.

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Alyse Raines was born in Canada, and now lives in Los Angeles. She writes romance, and her obsessions include vegan cooking, books, tea, sandals, turquoise jewelry, nail polish, and online shopping. Her debut NA contemp romance THE FUNDAMENTAL THEORY OF US is out now from Evernight.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: GRAB, by Anne Conley @anneconley10 #GRABit #HotReads #BABB

Jordan Rocco has just received a medical discharge from the Marines and is now working with his brother, Evan, at Pierce Securities. He’s struggling to find his place among these men who have a brotherhood that doesn’t seem to include him. Jordan’s only saving grace is the woman across the hall in his apartment building, with her smart mouth and tight curves. 

Mia is wholly focused on making enough money at her crappy job to bring her sister home to live with her, instead of globe-trotting with her mother and the latest in a long line of losers. A boyfriend is not in the cards. But a couple of nights with the hottie across the hallway—to release some pent-up frustrations—wouldn’t be remiss. When she’s grabbed from her apartment in the night, Jordan witnesses the crime, helpless to stop things. 

He’s suddenly got a new mission: Before the worst can happen, he has to save the woman who has come to mean more to him than he realized. 

***WARNING*** This book has a vague description of events that may cause triggers.
“Hey there, Jordan.  Rough day?”
He shrugged, turning to face her.  She was a hottie, but totally tired.  Dark circles etched around her eyes made the lines around her mouth more pronounced.   “I just hate my job.  That’s all.  No biggie.”
Rueful laughter met his ears.  “Who doesn’t?  Tequila?”  She held up a half-empty bottle they’d started the other night, and shook it.
“Sure, what the hell.  But not much.  You need to get some sleep.”  Closing his door behind him, he took the two steps across the hall to her room.  She waited tables at a diner a few blocks away, all the time.
“You trying to say I look like ass?”  As she stepped aside to let him in, Jordan tried not to brush against her pajama clad body, nor notice the fact all she wore was shorty shorts and a camisole, all in thin thread-bare cotton.  Nearly see-through.  Every curve on display.
No attachments.  But that didn’t mean sex was off the table, as long as she understood the stakes.  Or his lack of desire for stakes.
“No, you look fine, but that set of luggage you’re wearing under your eyes could use some leather oil,” he tried to joke, but felt bad immediately when he saw her stricken face.  “Hey, wait.  I was kidding.  Don’t get all mad.  How long has it been since you had a day off?”  She waited tables every damn day, as far as he could tell.
She shrugged as she got shot glasses down from the cabinet in the kitchenette.  “Two weeks, or three.  Not sure.  Had a double today, that’s why I’m so tired.”  The house had been busted into four tiny apartments, each one a small living room with an attached kitchen.  So when Mia turned around, Jordan was there, bumping into her.
“Then let me wait on you for a change,” he whispered.  He watched the pulse on her neck pound rapidly, and her breasts heave with heavier breaths.  That was good.  So she wouldn’t be opposed to sex.  He hadn’t thought so, but affirmation was nice.  “Salt?”
She nodded, reaching behind her to grab the shaker, and handed it to him, wordless, enormous brown eyes tracking his movements.  Mia’s shoulder and neck were calling out to him, that smooth expanse of bronzed skin was so beautiful.  Just to test something, Jordan lowered his head, and suckled there, leaving a small kiss behind.
Her sharp inhale was accompanied by her fingers immediately clamping down on the countertop.  Good.
Swiping his tongue across her shoulder, he left a long wet trail that he sprinkled salt across.  “I like you, Mia,” he began.  He needed to get everything out up front.  “I think we could have some fun, don’t you?”  She nodded, looking at him from half-closed eyes.  Sexy fucking eyes.  Eyes that told him to fuck her right now.  But he wasn’t going to do it like that.  Not tonight.  “Good.  Because neither of us has time for strings, right?”  He was looking at her, really close, but he wasn’t touching her, just looking.
“You want to have sex, right?  No relationships?” she breathed.  “I’m totally down with that.”  She gasped the words out at him, and he mentally high fived himself before swiping his tongue across the line of salt, tasting her shoulder with relish before swigging straight from the bottle of tequila.
When he went in for a kiss, she stopped him with a finger on his lips.  “You did it wrong, hot shot.”
That was one of the things he really liked about Mia.  She was cool.  Almost like one of the guys, only she had tits and a pussy, and an ass men would die for.  And Jordan had an erection that would jackhammer concrete, and she was telling him he was doing it wrong?
Yeah, she was golden at getting his mind off his shitty job.
Smirking now, he took a step back, hands up.  “Teach it, oh mighty one.”

 

#NewRelease Spotlight: CRAZE, by Anne Conley @AnneConley10 #romance #book #BaBB

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Synopsis
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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“How cold is it supposed to get?”
 
“Not too cold.  Fifties?” 
 
“You should have told me to bring more clothes.”
 
“I packed some for you.”  He grinned at her outraged expression.
 
“You had clothes for me and let me parade around in that blanket all day?”
 
Flabbergasted, she watched heat creep into his face as he ducked his head, his grin turning sheepish.  “A guy can hope.”
 
“Hope for what?”  Heart pounding, she saw the evidence of his attraction as he avoided her gaze.  Was he actually as attracted to her as she was to him?  Why all the avoidance then?  It would certainly make their time together pass faster.  At least less awkwardly.  “Hope for what, Ryan?”
 
He looked up at her, the flush in his face making his complexion look ruddy.  Hot as hell.  She couldn’t stop herself.  Krista had never thrown herself at a man the way she was compelled to do with Ryan, but the way he looked at her—like he could devour her any second—made any semblance of decorum fly out the window… er… shelter.
 
Licking her lips, she watched as Ryan froze, every muscle in his body tensing up.  There wasn’t much space between them, but she closed it as she crawled into his lap, feeling a devilish grin on her face.  She could feel his arousal press against her core, and she automatically ground against it, eliciting a moan from him.  
She’d never been this way with a man before.  His hands came up to grip her hips, as if to stop her, but his eyes told her to keep going.  He looked helpless to stop his desires and seemed on the verge of giving in to them.
 
“Hope for what, Ryan?” she repeated in a whisper before leaning forward.  She knew he wanted this almost as badly as she did.
 
“Don’t…” he breathed at her, leaning his forehead against hers.  
Her pussy was so hot and wet; she couldn’t believe he was stopping.  He was hard and ready.  She rocked against him to illustrate.
 
“Don’t what?  You want this, don’t you?”  A shot of sobering indecisiveness rankled her.  “Or is this all one-sided?”  She backpedaled, crawling out of his lap and onto her pile of leaves.
 
“Fuck,” Ryan muttered under his breath.  “Of course I want it, Krista.  Like nothing I’ve ever wanted before.”  His voice was hoarse and gritty.  He adjusted the bulge in his pants, but didn’t come any closer, and Krista felt the sting of rejection all over again.  “You’re fucking beautiful.  And classy.  And perfect.”  He let out a whoosh of air she felt across the shelter.  “But I know that if we do anything, I’ll want to spend every day buried inside that sweet pussy and I won’t be able to protect you with a distraction like that.”  He stood, ducking in the low-ceilinged structure.  “I need to protect you.”  Without another word, he stalked out of the structure, into the rain.
 
Krista shivered in the sudden cold of the shelter.  The temperature hadn’t dropped physically, but the absence of Ryan left a definite chill against her heated skin.  What the fuck had just happened?  She had no doubt he wanted her.
 
 

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About the Author
Anne has
written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry
to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years.
Currently she is writing three romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she
explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary
romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest
archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming
human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten,
and Simon. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her
own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social
skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.
 
 
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#NewRelease UNIFORM FETISH ANTHOLOGIES from @EvernightPub

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My short story is available in the UNIFORM FETISH ANTHOLOGY. 

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Four years ago Katy said goodbye to her brother, Roger, and his best friend Jason, as they deployed for the Middle East. Two weeks ago they both came back. Only one of them was alive.

After Roger’s funeral, Katy turns to Jason for comfort. She’s been in love with him since she was eight years old. But she knew he never saw her as anything other than Roger’s little sister. Overwhelmed with grief, she pleads with Jason to help her drown her pain, convincing him to sleep with her to help her escape for a while. But deep in her heart, the real reason is because he came back alive, and her love for him reignites.

Jason fights his desires, as he has for fifteen years since he fell in love with his best friend’s sister. He pushed his own feelings aside out of respect for Roger. But when Katy’s grief is too much, he’ll do anything to help her ease the pain.

As they share in each others pain and grief, they also stoke the flames of a love both of them have hidden for years.

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The limo stops in front of my apartment building, and Jason helps me from the car. Silence dominates our walk to my front door, neither of us needing to speak. I let myself inside and toss the keys to the counter where they skid over the top, crashing to the kitchen floor on the other side. And I leave them there.

Jason remains in the doorway, his barracks cover tucked under his arm. I spin around and look at him, so handsome in his dress uniform. Ice-blue eyes under dark, buzz-cut hair stare back at me. His clean-shaven chiseled jawline clenches. Broad shoulders stand at attention, muscular and strong from years in the Marines. But I’ve had a crush on him from long before he filled out a uniform. Since that day he gave me that strawberry. What I wanted from him was a kiss, not chocolate. But I never got to tell him because he ran away.

“You gonna be okay?” he asks from the doorway.

“No. I’ll never be okay ever again.” My lips tremble as I force the words out. “But I’m sure in time I’ll somehow learn to survive.” An ache burns in my chest, and I lurch forward as the tears overwhelm me once more.

Jason dashes in from the doorway and collects me in a puddle, carrying me to the sofa. Warm, safe arms wrap around me and curl me to his chest. His cologne stiffens my nostrils and floods my belly with a warmth I haven’t felt in a long time.

“Stay with me tonight,” I whisper as I cling to his jacket like a lifeline. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

He swallows hard, jolting my head against his chest, and the pace of his heartbeat quickens. I know he’d never take advantage of me. I’m like his little sister. He’s never thought of me more than that, especially since Roger was his best friend. But for the last fifteen years I’ve never stopped dreaming about Jason, wishing and hoping some day he’d feel the same way about me.

Then the military took over his, and my brother’s, lives. I rarely saw them over the last four years. And now this.

“Are you sure?” he asks in more of a gasp than words. “I won’t leave you if you need me.”

I crawl into his lap, my thin black dress gathering up my thighs as I straddle him. My fingers curl into his jacket, yanking it toward me as my heated watery glare locks onto his. “There’s a hole in my heart, Jason. I need something to fill it. I needyou to fill it. Take me away from this pain.”

Wide eyes stare back at me as he shakes his head. “You’re not asking what I think you are, are you, Katy?”

“Don’t you feel it?” I suck in a gasping breath, choking on my tears. “The stabbing pain gouging a hole in your soul?” I plead with my eyes. “Make it stop.” My lips tremble like little jackhammers. “Please, make it stop.”

Large hands grip the sides of my face, his blazing glare boring another hole into my already porous heart. “Think about what you’re asking me to do. I just fucking lost my best friend, Katy. Yes I feel a hole. I feel the pain on a level you can’t even imagine. But I’m not gonna betray him and sleep with his sister. I can’t do it.”

His words gut me. My bottled emotions overflow in liquid rejection careening over my cheeks. I fight the urge to pummel his chest with my clenched fist. Rage teeters a thin gray line hovering over my heart. Anything is better than the grief settling like winter in my soul.

“That’s all I’ve ever been to you? Never once did you ever think of me as more than that? As more than just Roger’s little sister?” Salty tears continue to rain down my cheeks, slicking my nose and lips. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t want to be your sister. I want you to fuck me, Jason. I want you to fill me. And when I need you most, you’re turning your back on me.” My chest convulses in sobs as I punch him.

“Shit, Katy!” His eyes shoot wide again as he grips my face again in his hands. Our gazes glue to one another. Heavy, heated breaths huff in and out of his chest beneath me. “I have no words.”

“I need something to make me forget.” I dot his face with my fingertips, as if memorizing his features by touch. “Don’t you wanna forget? Just go somewhere else, be someone else for a little while? An escape?”

He stares at me, confusion coloring his eyes an icy gray. Worry floods my heart that he’ll pick up and leave, run from me. Leaving me once again alone.

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