Thursday, December 26, 2019

Tempted by Felicity Brandon , #DarkRomance , #Billionaire , #EnemiesToLovers

Title: Tempted by Felicity Brandon
Series: The Dark Necessities Prequel: Dalton’s Tale– Book One


Tag Line:
A love that neither of them could resist.
A secret that will burn down the whole city...
Release date: 23rd, September 2019


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Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/47959332-tempted






Blurb:

I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.


She’s feisty and tempting.
And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.
So, Delilah isn’t what I need.
But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.
She might be hiding a secret.
A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.


There’s only one question that remains.
Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?


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Excerpt:


“So, you don’t want dessert, sir?” Delilah’s voice had taken on that soft purr again, and his cock stirred reflexively at the tone.
Dalton leaned toward her. “Oh, I want dessert,” he assured her in a low tone. “In fact, I predict we’ll both be enjoying a bloody big portion.”
Delilah’s eyes widened and she smiled. “Thank God,” she murmured. “I can’t wait.”
He grinned, rising from his chair while she grabbed her purse and shrug. Stepping around the table, she moved toward him. 
“How far is to your place, sir?”
Dalton’s arm snaked around her middle, drawing Delilah toward him. “Not far, beautiful. Hold on, I’ll have you there in a few minutes.”
She flicked her bob back with a mischievous smile, and he led her wordlessly out of the Italian restaurant and in the direction of the elevators. The place was the usual thrum of activity for this time of the evening, and numerous people acknowledged him as they wandered past the throng.
“Hey, Dalton!”
He turned at the sound of his name to find Manuel striding toward them. “Hey, man,” Dalton answered, his brow arching at the way his old friend’s gaze so overtly fell over Delilah.
“I was going to ask if you were stopping by the club tonight, but…” Manuel paused, smiling at the pouting expression Delilah was offering him. “It looks like you’re already taken.”
Dalton laughed. “Manuel, this is my friend, Delilah.”
He glanced down at her expectant face, her thoughts confirming how eager she was to know who Manuel was. “And, Delle, this is Manuel.”
Manuel thrust out a large palm in her direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Delilah.”
His gaze rose to Dalton, his brow raising as his thoughts confirmed his curiosity. Who’s the hot little redhead, Dalton? You’ve obviously been playing this card very close to your chest.
Dalton bit back on a grin as he guided Delilah in the opposite direction. “Great to see you,” he called back over his shoulder. “Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too,” Manuel replied. You lucky sod.
“Friend of yours?” Delilah whispered as they entered the elevator.
There was only one other couple at the far end and with a nod, Dalton steered Delilah away from them.
“Yes, he is,” Dalton confirmed. 
He was about to illustrate his point by telling Delilah about Manuel’s position within the organization, but he stopped himself. He may really like the woman, but Dalton had to face facts. She wasn’t telling him the truth, so he needed to be careful with the information he made available. Dalton gazed down at Delilah. She was glancing over her shoulder at the other couple, her attention slowly returning to him.
“Are you okay?”
“More than,” she answered with a lascivious grin. “This is the part of the night I’ve been looking forward to the most.”
Dalton smirked. “I noticed,” he murmured. “You’ve been making those bedroom eyes at me all night.”
Delilah nibbled her lower lip, pressing herself up against him. “Guilty, sir,” she said softly. “What’s my punishment?”
His eyes widened at her provocative display, and at that moment, the elevator came to a pause, the chiming bell drawing both of their focus temporarily back to the sliding doors. Dalton pulled Delilah against him while the other couple left, his arm reaching to instruct the elevator to the floor they needed.
“I’m glad you asked,” he brooded, ensuring he had her full attention as the doors slid closed once more. Slowly, he spun Delilah’s body around, pressing her against the cool mirrored interior. “Based on how much you enjoyed your introduction to BDSM yesterday, I thought we could play another game?”
Delilah gulped, her pupils dilating. “Are you trying to frighten me, sir?”
Dalton’s cock roused at her question. “No, Delilah.” His tone was low and even. “Would you like me to?”


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Anita








Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Holiday Hope by Libby Campbell #romance #holiday #secondchance

Holiday Hope – Media Kit
by
Libby Campbell



When Charles is dumped at the altar, will Hannah be able to mend his aching heart?





Blurb:
Hannah Hansen is only hoping for one thing this Christmas: someone to share her life. She’s not asking for the hottest male model, but please Santa, could he be a little bit alpha? Sensitive new age guys make great friends, but men who are decisive and slightly bossy make her tingle all over.
Then handsome, rich Steve Shewchuk invites her to be his last-minute, plus one at a wedding. Hannah’s hopes soar as Steve’s definitely the dominant type. But before their date is off the ground, Hannah realizes she has made a mistake. Steve’s veneer of an appealing alpha personality hides his thoughtless self absorption. In response to a call from the distressed bride-to-be, he drops Hannah a block from the church, forcing her to walk through a driving rainstorm alone.
Hannah arrives at the church, soaked to the skin, with her expensive hairdo ruined. She realizes her hopes for a future with Steve have washed down the drain along with her mascara.  When the groom, charming Charles DescĂ´teaux helps her in her moment of distress, there is an instant, electrical connection between them.
Could Charles be the assertive man she’s been hoping for? When Charles needs her help, will she be brave enough to rally to his side?
This book is offered free as a thank you to everyone who reads my books. Happy holidays however you spend them.
Disclaimer: Holiday Hope is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 


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Excerpt
As Steve sped off, his tires sent up a tidal wave of water that drenched the hem of the long cape. Hannah sighed. Her shoes were soaked, her feet were wet, and now she’d have to have the cloak dry-cleaned before giving it back to Judy. How much would it cost to get something this big cleaned she wondered, kidding herself that she might have to take out a bank loan.
She walked toward the church, her eyes on the ground in front of her, hoping to avoid getting any wetter than she was. As she always did in an uncomfortable situation, she invented a drama to suit her circumstances. She imagined herself as an important ambassador to a royal event, the last to arrive. Her cape billowed around her, adding to her sense of drama and being from a faraway place. The drumming of the rain, car tires sloshing along the swamped street, and music pouring from a nearby club churned into a deafening thunder. A noble emissary like her wouldn’t be so easily deterred from her mission.
As she reached the outside the church, head bent, she didn’t notice that the canopy over the stairs was sagging with collected water. Nor did she hear a groomsman yell for everyone to stand back as he pushed a wide-mouthed broom into the sagging trough of the canopy.
At the exact moment that the water from the swollen belly of the canopy flooded over the side, Hannah stepped under the deluge. The force of it swept her hood off, soaked her hair and face, and drenched her from the inside out.
In seconds, her two-hundred-dollar hair style collapsed around her shoulders. Under the vintage dress, the sexy lingerie she’d put on in case she got lucky was now pasted to her skin by icy autumn rainwater, muddy from the dust that had been clinging to the canopy. Her feet swam in her shoes. Every ounce of resolve that she’d made to pass the evening with grace and finesse disappeared with the soaking.
The usher, a tall man who resembled a younger Dr. DescĂ´teaux, looked at her in open-mouthed horror. A gasp rose over the crowd who’d heard the warning and moved out of harm’s way. 
Hannah stood, gazing into the far distance. “Fuck,” she said quietly and with little emotion, as though what had happened had been inevitable. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”





Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books: 


The Lighthouses of Devmaer
Bound to the Past, prequel – FREE for a limited time here


Time Travel:


Holiday stories (novellas)
Holiday Hope FREE for a limited time here:


Contemporary Romance:
Romancing the Coasta 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.
Simon in Chargea 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.


Libby Campbell in her own words:
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 


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Anita

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Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Triple Naughty Christmas by Sierra Brave #Menage , #RomanticComedy , #Holiday

Title: Triple Naughty Christmas by Sierra Brave
Triple Passion Play – Book Four



Two husbands, four kids, a gaggle of nosy neighbors, a car accident, the best present ever, a naughty party, and a mother-in-law expected for Christmas. How will Trisha ever pull it off?


Release date: 29th November 2019


Amazon Buy Links: US, UK, CA, AU


Also Available at other Major Retailers: https://books2read.com/u/bzvGw9

Blurb
Navigating the Yuletide season can be a challenge for anyone but after hosting their family Christmas celebration for more than fifteen years, forty-something mom, Trisha Marks-Davidson, believes she’s conquered Santa and tamed all of his reindeer. Anything but ordinary, Trisha’s family of seven consists of herself, her two husbands, Tommy and Ken, and their four kids. Despite their unusual situation, she’s cultivated a system for a fun-filled holiday packed with their own special traditions.
Trisha, Tommy, and Ken are pleased with the quiet, comfortable life they’ve built together but are disturbed to learn the novelty of their three-way union still hasn’t worn off for some members of their community even after nearly two decades. A last-minute decision to attend a neighborhood Christmas party could be the trio’s undoing. The opportunity to set the record straight is there for the taking but actions speak louder than words and temptation is all around them.



Excerpt :
“Whoa, cowboy, just where do you think you are going on Christmas Eve?” Trisha grabbed Ken around the waist while spearing him with a glare fierce enough to hold him in place as if he were a butterfly pinned to a 4-H, spreading board.
“Calm down, I’ll be back. I just have to run by the office.” As Ken held his hand in place on his head, Trisha noticed the touch of gray budding around his ears, the only indication he was a day over twenty-five. She examined his wrinkle-free face and sighed—regardless of his beauty, she wouldn’t let him get away with skipping out on family time.
“No, no, no, the office is closed! If you have to work on a holiday, at least do it from your home office.” Her bottom lip pushed upward, pressing against the top one and progressing towards a full pout.
Tommy rushed to his best friend’s rescue. “Geez, don’t do that to the poor guy. No one can argue with that face. It’s too cute.”
“Beware the pout.” Ken agreed with a nod.
Her nostrils flaring, she sulked, folding her arms across her chest as she turned her ire on Thomas. “So. you think it is okay for him to run out to work and leave us?”
“I’m sure Ken has a good reason for abandoning us.” Tommy lifted and lowered his eyebrows mischievously at Ken.
“Weak, Tommy…seriously weak…Thanks for having my back.” Ken’s lips pinched together as he stared at his husband. “I need to go get something I forgot.”
“I think you forgot it’s Christmas. What could be so important it can’t wait until after the holiday is over?” Trisha cleared a dish off the counter, keeping her eyes down while aggressively scrubbing the Formica with a damp sponge. “We’re supposed to bake treats and go see a movie. It’s our tradition.”
While turning his back to the kids and facing her, Ken nudged her arm until he got her to look at him. He widened his eyes, lifting his eyebrows high up his forehead. “I dunno, Trish. What do you think couldn’t wait until after Christmas?”
Her spine snapped straight and she pushed her shoulders back as his use of the word “dunno” caught her attention. Ken knew every damn thing, and if he didn’t, he sure as hell wouldn’t admit it. Getting the hint, she closed her eyes and shook her head as she remembered Ken had hidden a dragon’s horde of presents for the kids in the coat closet of his office. I’m a total jackass. She mouthed, “Sorry,” before anchoring a kiss onto Ken’s pink lips. He cupped the side of her face and pushed into the smooch, ignoring the retching sound effects coming from his children.
After separating, he pressed another peck against Trisha’s forehead before threatening, “You guys better cut it out or I’ll give your daddy an even longer good-bye lip-lock.”
While holding his hands up in a halting stance, Todd’s face filled with pained annoyance rather than true disgust. “That’s it. I’m out. If there is anything worse than seeing your papa kiss your mom, it has to be watching him kiss your dad! Peace!” He stuck out his index and middle fingers and folded down the other two and his thumb to make the sign before jumping off his stool and striding out the laughter-filled room.




Other books in the Triple Passion Play series: Can love between three survive? 

Rock You Like a Hurricane 

Baby Makes Four



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