Entangled by S.E. Hall { Cover Reveal}

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Things heat up, and not just the Georgia summertime, when Dane and Laney go head to head over plans for her new duplex. But Laney's got his number, and knows just how to coerce her bossy, domineering man. Spend the summer with the gang and find out...just how many is a crowd?
The members of the Evolve Crew are getting older; so is the content. Mature audiences recommended.
    Teaser “Men shouldn’t know how to decorate anyway, using words like gaudy.” I let one brow raise and give him a suspicious smirk. “Do I need to learn how to fix the cars then? What if I get a flat?” “Oh baby,” he growls, his feet pounding the floor as he stalks toward me, “you questioning my manliness?” “Maybe,” I tease, slowing backing up. “Nancy.” My eyes dart anxiously around the room, mentally planning my escape route in this new territory. He laughs deeply, not a ‘ha ha that’s funny’ laugh, but more an ‘uh huh I’m coming to get ya’ sexy laugh. “Got it planned yet?” He grins knowingly, one eyebrow cocked. “Better run to wherever looks the most comfortable.” There’s no furniture yet, what is he talking about comfortable? Seeing the confusion on my face, he answers unasked. “Showing you how much of a man I am when I catch ya,” he creeps closer, “so I’d stay away from the tile, might hurt your back,” the mischief in his eyes ignites as he continues moving slowly closer, “or your knees.” Do I still have to pretend I don’t want to be caught? I love this side of Dane; the dominant, controlling, hunter than comes out more and more every day. The game’s precept itself is laughable; no one could question Dane’s virility. It seeps from his pores, an aura around him taking up all the air in a room. And he’s all mine. From his forever jostled brown locks and matching warm eyes, cocky lopsided grin and sculpted chest all the way to his eight back, that irresistible v and toned, tight ass- he is mine. “You wouldn’t!” I challenge, knowingly delightfully well that he would. “Oh baby, you know I can and will.” He flips open the button on his pants, that cocky grin suffocating me from where he stands, “I think you want me to.”  

Meet S.E. Hall

mepic (1) Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter S.E.Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 17 years and 3 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading YA and NA romance.
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All the Pretty Lies by M. Leighton {Cover Reveal}

ALL THE PRETTY LIES by M. Leighton has a cover and we get to share it with you today! Check out how pretty it is and then look below to read all about the title and M. Leighton! That's right! M. Leighton is bringing us a new series!!

Isn't it gorgeous?!? ALL THE PRETTY LIES is a New Adult Contemporary Romance filled with heat, lies, and romance. It is scheduled to be released November 12, 2013.


All the Pretty Lies
“Live, no regrets”

Sloane Locke has led a sheltered life.  However, with a history like hers, she can understand why her brothers and her father want so much to protect her.  She has gone along with it for twenty long years, but those days are over.  For the girl who never makes promises, Sloane has made a pact with herself that things will change on her twenty-first birthday.  So when the clock strikes midnight, Sloane strikes out to spread her wings and break a few rules.

In addition to inking skin, Hemi Spencer possesses many talents. Controlling himself has never been one of them.  It’s never had to be.  He’s lived a life of indulgence for as long as he can remember.  Right up until tragedy struck.  Now, he’s nothing but controlled. He’s a man on a mission, one who will let nothing and no one stand in his way. 

Nothing in their lives could’ve prepared Sloane and Hemi for what they’d find in each other—distraction and obsession, love and possession.  But the one thing they can’t find is a future.  Neither one has been totally honest.  And they’ll soon learn that the devil is in the details.  In the details and in the lies.

How far will two people go to live in the now when the now is all they’ve got?

M. Leighton is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Wild Ones and The Bad Boys romance trilogies.  She is a native of Ohio, relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she lets her mind wander to romantic settings with sexy Southern guys much like the one she married and the ones you'll find in her latest books.  When her thoughts aren't roaming in that direction, she'll be riding horses, swimming in ponds and experiencing life on a ranch, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office.  

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The Will to Love by Selene Chardou {Cover Reveal}

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“I wasn’t looking for love, only a good time and a way to tour the world with a rock band when he came along and hit me like a hurricane. Nothing could have prepared for me for the complexity that was Will Cullen. He hid a secret that would devour me whole and spit me out. The only problem I had was how did I let go when I decided to give my heart to the very man I would never be able to control and who would always be just beyond my reach?” – Laurel Munsen
Will Cullen has always been comfortable in his own skin, even it was behind the scenes as the bass player for Scarlet Fever. He’s always known he was gay and accepted his sexuality even if he couldn’t be out and proud as a member of one of the most popular rock bands in the world. Laurel was supposed to be a diversion, a beard to hide behind while he and his lover, drummer Grant MacMullen, continued their hot and heavy relationship. Grant breaks his heart and admits there can never be a future between them. It is Laurel who picks up the pieces and although he knows what they have together is wrong and conforming to society’s standards of what love supposed to be, how can he rectify his strong attraction and desire for men while he is falling in love with a woman? Both Laurel and Will learn the fluidity of human emotions and together, they gather the strength and courage to live life, understand each other and love with heart, body, mind and soul. Note: This story is about a homosexual man who happens to fall in love with a heterosexual woman but it does not negate his homosexual status nor is the author implying sexuality is a choice; rather that most of the time, we don’t and cannot choose the person we fall in love with and decide to give our heart and

Will walked outside and knelt before me. “Fuck. What the hell did I do now?”
“Nothing,” I said before I turned to look at the pool and swallowed, the harsh bitterness of the Xanax pill still left in my mouth. “I realize everything that has happened between us is on me. Grant always came first and I was a distant second but now that he’s gone, I truly wonder if there is any room past that empty spot he’s left inside of you for me? We don’t choose who we fall in love with and God knows if I could take my feelings back for you, I would.”
I paused and stared into those vast pools of blue. “But I can’t and I won’t. Now, the onus is on you. Do you or don’t you want to be with me? If you can’t, I truly understand because it just isn’t the way you’re hardwired. We were never supposed to be in the first place. However, if you do want me, then it has to be just you and I. No one else and certainly no one night stands or interlopers. I have to know I can trust you or we won’t work out. Do you understand that?”
He nodded, his silky blond hair blowing in the soft breeze. “Of course I want to be with you or I wouldn’t have said no to coming out and I sure as hell wouldn’t have invited you to Vegas. If this works out and we sign this contract, this affects your life just as much as it does mine. I can understand if what we have isn’t important enough for you to uproot your life and change everything just to be with me.”
“Oh, but it is…and my question to you is can you make that sacrifice because no matter how you look at our situation, you are doing something that is against your very nature. You’re denying a part of yourself to be with me and I can’t help but feel like I am the most selfish bitch in the world for making you do that.”
“Listen to me,” Will said as he grabbed my jaw with both hands and held my face softly. “I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do. If you’ll have me then I’m yours. It’s as simple as that.”
I nodded and we kissed each other on the lips before I embraced him. I couldn’t understand why I was holding on so tight and then it hit me like a wrecking ball. I was scared if I didn’t hold him like he was the only man in the world, he might disappear and leave me all alone with my emotions and the thought was too much to bear.
Meet Selene
Selene Chardou is a world traveler and the alter-ego of Elle Chardou.
Ms. Chardou’s writing is all about hot romance and exciting times with the wild, damaged, out of control and/or rich and famous set in the New Adult realm.
She is currently working on The Will to Love, the second novel in the Scarlet Fever Series, which chronicles the relationship of Will Cullen and Laurel Munsen. She is also working on Deadly Seduction, the first novel in The Rough Riders series, which chronicles the issues between three Motorcycle Clubs, and various criminal elements in the tri-city area of Reno, Lake Tahoe and Carson City in Northern Nevada.
Ms. Chardou has lived abroad in Stockholm (Sweden), Manchester (England), Los Angeles, the San Francisco Bay Area and Portland. She currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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I grew up wishing on stars.

My father taught me to believe…in destiny, in magic, in happily ever after. Dreams were my scripture and the starry night sky was my temple. Then Mom stopped believing, left him, and took us with her. At the age of sixteen, I cashed in my dreams to pay the rent, pawned my destiny to keep my sisters together.

Now, seven years later, I’m returning home, grieving the death of my mother, and settling my sisters back into the life Mom threw away. I never intended to stay. I don’t want to deal with my father, who is so invested in the spiritual world he forgets the physical. I don’t want to face William Bailey, whose eyes remind me of the girl I was, the things I’ve done, and the future I lost.

This would all be easier if Will hated me. As it is, I have to hold my secrets close so they won’t hurt him more than they’ve already hurt me. But he wants to be in my life. He wants what I can’t bring myself to confess I sold. He wants me.

I find myself looking to my stars again...wondering if I dare one more wish.

From the Restaurant Scene

I bury my face in his neck and moan softly, remembering the way he used to touch me. He smells amazing, and his whisper-soft exploration of my thigh sends tiny shivers of pleasure through me.

His hand slides higher until his fingertips reach the edge of my panties. I almost squeeze my legs together again—not because I want him to stop but because I want his hand there so badly, touching me, exploring me, his fingers sliding into me.
“What do these look like?” He traces down the satin center of my panties.
Oh, God. By some miracle, I’m already ready for his touch. I haven’t been this turned on this quickly since…since William.

His knuckles brush over me, lightly pressing the soft fabric against my swollen clit.

He opens his mouth against my ear and draws my earlobe between his teeth, nipping and sucking. My eyes flutter closed. I want to fall into the pleasure that’s spinning like a cyclone around every nerve ending, and I’m almost afraid of how quickly he has me falling into it.

I rock into his hand instinctively. “Touch me.”

“Tell me,” he whispers. He makes wicked little circles on my panties. “What do they look like?”

  This desire clawing at me is madness. At this moment, I would do anything to get him to slide under the barrier between us. “They’re black satin.”

“Mmm, satin. I can tell.” He rewards me by rolling his fingers against the fabric in question.

  Holy shit.

“What else? How do they look?”

Under the table, I cling to his forearm as if I’m afraid he might escape. “They’re string bikinis with a little bow at each of my hips.”

His hand leaves that pulsing, aching spot between my legs to explore the string over my hip, leaving me ready to cry out or beg or both.

“God, I bet these are gorgeous on you. If I had you alone, I’d stand you in front of me in nothing these panties and I’d untie them with my teeth.”

Yes, please.

  I can hardly breathe. I want what he’s describing. More. “Have you thought a lot about getting me alone again?” Drawing back a bit so I can watch his expression, I watch his eyes and wait for the answer I need to hear.

“Every second since you showed up on my street.”

  “Me too. And before.”

  Heat flares in his eyes. The intensity of his gaze would scare me if I didn’t already trust this man with every inch of my being.

He presses his mouth against mine as his hand returns between my legs. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s hard—punishing and demanding—and I need it. I could lose myself here, in this kiss that is equal parts desire, anger, and regret. I could forget who I am, what I’ve done, and become the stroke of tongue against tongue, become the pleasure of his hand working between my legs as I moan into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against mine. “You feel so damn good.” His hand moves slowly, smoothly.

How can he affect me so much more than any other man I’ve ever been with? He’s always been the standard by which all other men have been measured and come up short.

I shouldn’t be here with him. I gave up my right to this seven years ago. I take a long drink of my wine—seeking courage and permission for this evening suspended outside of time and heartbreak. One night. One indulgence.

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Lexi Ryan, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, writes romances with humor, heat, and heart. A former college English professor, Lexi now writes full time from her home in Indiana, where she lives with her husband and two children.

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Greed by Fisher Amelie {Release Day Blitz & Giveaway}

Fisher Amelie's GREED is being released TODAY and we are so excited to join in the release day launch for it. GREED is a mature young adult/new adult contemporary novel and is the second book in The Seven Deadly Series. Check uout what we have for you today and then enter to win in the blog tour giveaway! You could win a signed copy of VAIN, Book 1 in the series, or a Kindle Fire! 

ABOUT GREED (Book 2 in the Seven Deadly Series):

Gather ‘round, love, because I want you. I want what you have, I want what you don’t have, I want more of what I already have. I want. But if you so much as ask for something in return, go ahead and walk away. Know if you want to play in my world, it’s every man for themselves and the weak become mine. Leeches will be obliterated because I make it my job to destroy them. I protect what’s mine and I take what’s yours...because that’s what I do. I want.

My story will not endear me to you and, frankly, I could care less if it does because I’m in this for the money and nothing else. There’s nothing redeeming about me. I’m a corrupt, money hungry, immoral asshole from Los Angeles. I’m every man’s worst nightmare and every girl’s fantasy.

I’m Spencer Blackwell...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most coveted guy to the guy no one wanted around and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.


Greed is a strange, strange sin.

All you want to do is acquire. Acquire money, acquire material, acquire time, acquire energy, acquire attention. The running mantra is “I want, I want, I want” but that quickly turns to “I need, I need, I need.”
Suddenly there just isn’t enough time for friends, for family, for anyone. Your goal is to acquire and to make sure what you acquire stays acquired. Your life depends on it. You don’t see truth because the truth is shadowed by enormous homes, incredibly fast cars, in lavish spending. Your life no longer belongs to you, but you are blind to it all because those around you are seeking the same.
So you shuffle along at an impossible rate, and you pass the real world around you.
But what you’ll come to realize, altogether too late, is that it’s never enough. It’s simply never enough.
Chapter One
“It’s confirmed. Peter Knight of Evergreen won’t approve the acquisition. You know what to do,” my snake of a father told me, not two steps into his front door.
“I just got off a seven-hour flight. You can’t let me settle in? Possibly say hello?”
He stood, watching me, a slight tick in his square jaw. He tucked his hands into his Italian silk pants. His six-foot frame followed the steps up to the foyer and stopped a few inches away from my own. We were face to face. Although I fell an inch shorter, he no longer intimidated me. I knew if I had to, I could kick his ass.
“Hello, Spencer,” he said, a serpent’s smile spread wide across his mouth before falling flat. “Get to work. I don’t pay you to sit around. I don’t care if it is your Christmas break.”

We stayed where we were, each waiting on the other to back down. The tension was palpable. In the end, his face relaxed and he began to chuckle, stepping aside and making way for me. I picked up my bags and headed for my room, giving myself plenty of space to pass him without touching him.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I changed my mind and threw my bags on the second to last step, intending to pick them up later. I stretched my muscles, loving the feel of my back popping, and started for the kitchen.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asked, still standing in the foyer, watching my every move.
“If I don’t say hi to Mom and Bridge, they’ll think something’s up,” I told him and continued on.
He didn’t respond, but I felt his stare burning into the back of my head.

About Fisher Amelie:

Fisher Amelie is the author of The Leaving Series, Callum & Harper and Thomas & January. She began her writing career as a copywriter for an internet marketing company wherein one of their client's said, 'Hey! You're funny. You should write books'. Which in turn she said, 'Hey, get out of here! This is the lady's restroom.' While washing her hands and the embarrassment from her face, she thought they may have had a valid point. So, she took the thousands of hours of writing stories growing up, tucked them into her pocket and began writing and writing and writing.

The Line That Binds by J.M Miller {Cover Reveal}

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Stained with heartache and cursed with vengeance, a stone well lies on a nineteenth-century estate, waiting for the Stockton line to wish again.
When seventeen-year-old Lila Wayde's father loses his high-paying job in Las Vegas, the family relocates to a Pennsylvania estate bequeathed by an estranged aunt. Lila begins a new life there, one not corrupted by wealth and fake friends. She soon meets Ben, the groundskeeper's gritty grandson, and experiences the kind of happiness her life's been missing. But as she settles into the ancient house, she learns information about her ancestors and the old stone well that may make her wish she'd never come.
Ben Shadows has lost enough in life. So when Stockton Estate's owner, Janine, wills the land to her great-niece Lila, Ben fears for the fate of the property. He decides to find out Lila's intentions as the new owner, but his grandfather wants him to protect her from Stockton Estate's alleged curse. As Ben helps Lila dig through the estate's history, they grow closer than he ever intended. Now, along with concerns about the property and the reality of the curse, he struggles with feelings he can't ignore.
Will the secrets of Stockton Estate bring them together or will knowing the truth rip them apart?
**Recommended mature YA for mild language and mild sexual content**

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Meet J.M. Miller

JM Miller Author Pic Goodreads / Facebook / Website / Twitter J.M. Miller first discovered her love of writing in high school where she penned poetry for extra credit in English class and even braved the anxiety of an open-mic night at a local coffee shop. Life soon followed, with a couple of careers, marriage, and a baby. The urge to write again came not long after her daughter's birth, this time calling for more than a few lines in a messy composition notebook. She is a military spouse, and a veteran herself, who finds inspiration in the people she's met and the places she's lived and traveled.

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Dear Opportunist,

You thought you could take him from me, but you lost. Now, that he's mine I'll do anything to keep him. Do you doubt me? I have everything that was supposed to be yours. In case you were wondering; he doesn't ever think about you anymore. I won't let him go....ever.

Dirty Red

Leah Smith finally has everything she has ever wanted. Except she doesn't. Her marriage feels more like a loan than a lifelong commitment, and the image she has worked so hard to build is fraying before her eyes. With a new role and a past full of secrets, Leah must decide how far she is willing to go to keep what she has stolen.

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Surrender my Love by Lisa Eugene {Release Day Blitz}

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Patients are dying at Washington Memorial Hospital and no one knows why. Nurse Chloe Bennett is a dedicated healer. When she finds herself in the middle of yet another Code Blue, she questions the unexplained deaths. Dr. Brad Markson is a world renowned cardiac surgeon who is confident, brilliant, and sinfully sexy. He does not tolerate losing patients. When his patient mysteriously dies, he looks for answer.
The two work together to unravel the mysterious events surrounding the deaths, and soon find themselves fighting for their lives in a fast paced erotic thriller. When Chloe is accused of the murders, she fights back and and is surprised to find she has an ally in the gorgeous Dr. Markson. Shy, sweet, Chloe is unable to resist him with his sultry blue eyes and wickedly sexy smile. She doesn't know though if she’s ready to trust her heart to this desirable bachelor after her traumatic past, and Brad is battling career demons of his own. Can the two learn to trust in each other? Will they live long enough to surrender to a love that will take them to unimaginable heights of passion, or will they fall victim to their fears and lose everything?

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“I want to touch you. Take off your clothes.” Brad tsked and shook his head sternly. “That’s not my will right now.” Her gaze lowered to where he opened his pants and pushed the edges aside. He delved in and drew out the throbbing length of his cock. She swallowed hard, her hips tilting instinctively, the muscles of her channel fluttering with greedy anticipation. His cock was beautiful. Visibly pulsing. Long and thick with a network of engorged veins climbing up the straining length. The mushroom head was overly fat and shiny, weeping streaks of pre-come. She couldn’t see his testicles hidden in the folds of his pants, but she imagined they were drawn just as tense as his shaft. A shock of black curls escaped the fabric, peeking around the wide girth. She stared, thinking she’d never get used to the raw power of his beautiful body or the clutching need he evoked in her. Brad’s gaze fixed on her face, hot and sultry and unreadable. His eyes were hooded, displaying a tiny crescent of color. Chloe felt locked in a haze of lust, a palpable thing that infiltrated her mind and clawed at her body for a physical connection to this man. She still couldn’t figure out what he wanted from her, why he’d tied her. It was patently obvious that she wanted him desperately at the moment, that she wasn’t going anywhere. His gaze broke away from her face and made a leisurely stroll down her body, stopping between her legs to linger. He used his palms on her knees to push back and roll up her hips, exposing her to his avid gaze. With a deep belly moan, he lowered his head and beat his tongue back and forth over her nub, deliriously lashing it to a tight bud. Chloe arched and called out, a vocal quiver that gave voice to the pleasure stabbing through her body. “Oh, God! God! That’s sooo good! Please!” Brad’s head shot up and he met her gaze. She had trouble focusing on his face, but could see a tiny grin split his lips and a dimple dig into his cheek. “Just Brad will do, thanks. And save the amens for later.” She bit her lip, trying to process his facetious comment but just then all thought spun away as he gripped his cock and dragged the bulging head slowly through her slick folds. He drew tight circles and scribbled his way along her sensitive flesh, torturing nerve endings to a screaming frenzy. Chloe jerked her hips, desperate for him to fill her. Whimpers and moans gurgled from her throat, but his hand kept urgently working his hot shaft against her, sliding and bumping, and making her mad with desperate lust. “What do you want, Chloe?” His rough voice broke through her haze. She saw tight strain on his face while dark desire soaked his eyes, and she was glad she wasn’t the only one griped with this brutal need. “Please....” Brad groaned, a feral rumbling, and she felt him nudge her opening, stretching her flesh with a delicious slide that pulsed bliss through her channel. His bloated tip slid in, and he pumped a few shallow beats, then withdrew with a snarling moan. “Fuck! That’s good!” He breathed harshly. Chloe’s hips writhed off the bed. She closed her eyes and struggled for a breath, suffering the acute loss of his abandonment. Oh, God. This. Man. Was. Killing. Her. Her nipples were hard and tingling, her skin overly sensitive, and a deep burn fired her sex. She was dripping wet and shaking with her need for him. “Like that, Chlo? Is that what you want?” She shook her head, unable to form words. More. She wanted much, much more. “I see…” He held his shaft in his hand, slowly stroking from tip to base. Holding it out so she could peruse its magnificence. His cock was enormously distended, the wide head coated with their fluids. The carnal sight had her tugging hard on her bond. She craved him so desperately it physically hurt. “Hmmm…so you want my cock, is that it? You want me fucking you deep, am I right?” His gaze met hers and she was mesmerized with his intensity; his blue eyes were bottomless wells and she wanted to dive into the limpid dark pools. “You need me. Say it.” Chloe blinked. What? “Say it.” “Fu..fuck me, Brad.” “No! Say you need me. Say it, dammit!”  

Meet Lisa:

Lisa Eugene lives on Long Island, NY with her husband and three rambunctious kids. She's been a nurse for over twenty years and is still practicing. Between juggling a full time job and being a soccer mom, she enjoys a good romance.

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Fraternizing by C.C. Brown {Blog Tour, Review & Giveaway}



Sometimes rules must be broken.
Sometimes your beliefs are challenged.
Other times... you just have to follow your heart.
For Marine Corps Sgt. Alex Cruz, the Corps' rules and regulations have served as a blueprint for how he should live his life. In his mind, the way to maintaining proper conduct and order relied heavily on the ability of the individual to follow orders without question. Alex was that individual.
Pfc. Cassie Bennett.
She is brand new to the Corps, looking to cement a place in the world for herself after breaking free from the oppressive life she's lived with her mother. Making it in the Corps is her way of showing her mother that she is more than she thinks she is, while also proving to herself she can survive one of life's biggest challenges.
Both Alex and Cassie are tested when an intensely strong attraction develops between them. They feel it, they want it, but one thing stands in their way... The Marine Corps order on Fraternizing. Their lust filled thoughts, their strong and aching cravings for one another, and their conflicted minds lead them on a roller coaster of emotions and feelings that neither can ignore, no matter how hard they try.
Loyalties will be tested, hearts will be broken, and careers will hang in the balance. Can Alex and Cassie keep their forbidden relationship a secret, or will they lose it all by Fraternizing?

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Fraternizing by C.C. Brown  was a forbidden love story, with HOT Marines and amazing sex.  You ereader may just combust.

Sgt. Alex Cruz is an instructor at the Marine Corps base and the Marine Corps is his live. He has recently been promoted and has always believed in leaving by the rules and regulations of the Marine Corps.

Pfc. Cassie Bennett has recently finished boot camp and is now in comm. school. She joined the Marine Corps to prove to her mom she was worth something. Her home life was not the easiest growing up and this is her chance to do something with it.

 Sgt. Cruz was out celebrating for his promotion when meets and girls that changing everything for him. Having to leave the bar in a hurry he is un able to get her name and on Monday when they meet the new recruits is when he figures out it is Pfc. Bennett. This changes everything he is aware of the fraternizing policy and goes into a panic. He lets her know things cant happen and that he is her superior and he didn't know she was a Marine.

What Alex and Cassie didn't except is this connection they would have, this magnet pull that just couldn't keep them away. There fraternizing seem to be jeopardizing everything and everyone around them. What will Sgt. Cruz and Pfc.  Bennett choice to do. Will they jeopardize there carrier for this magnet pull or can Cruz allow Bennett to walk away after school is aver in six week's.

There are some un answered question at the end so I am excited to know there story is not complete.  I couldn't connect with all the characters but I enjoy Dalton and Riley they were both loyal to Cruz and Bennett. If your looking for a HOT Military read, pick this one up.

Rating 4 Stars 


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Meet Cindy

Author Pic         Facebook/Goodreads/Amazon Just a book reading, writing loving, mommy and USMC wife! :) I love to write, even if it isn't what is conventional and makes everyone feel giddy inside. I usually pull from dreams, or ideas that just thrust themselves into my head. I have what some would describe as a dry sense of humor, and I think its conveyed in my writing. I like to think I am a kick ass chick, but I can also be sensitive. I'm learning to grow thick skin, and in this field, it is definitely needed! I won't put anything out that I am not absolutely proud of, but like E.L. James said, "I can't own people's reactions to it." Thanks for reading my work... I do appreciate it!


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Badass by S.K. Hartley {Cover Reveal}




Go to Harvard.
Get a degree in politics.
Marry Dustin Coleman.
Shit, I had my life planned out for me at an early age. my stupid fucks I called parents were influential politicians and I had to do as I was told...Get my degree in politics from one of the most prestigious colleges in the States, plan my wedding to Dustin Coleman son of a powerful DA and keep up appearances.
ALWAYS keep up fucking appearances.
But one night something snapped...
The pearl necklace around my neck quickly disappeared along with the prim and proper cardigans that I wore daily, gone was the elegant young woman of two high ranking politicians, gone was the innocent and naive Blaine Paxton. Now I was someone new...
Someone BADASS.
Turning my back on my high maintenance family I set out to prove that a woman can do exactly what men can do...have hot, no strings attached fucking without consequences or feelings.
Until him...Ryder Wilde.
His name alone could make even the straightest of men fucking swoon, he was hot, sexy and...BADASS.
But now I want to know him, I want to see how fucking far I can push him. The man everyone wants but can never have. I want to be the one to tame him, to catch him.
Just so I can watch him fall on his ass.
And love every minute of it.


Once upon a time, I was sweet and innocent. Then shit happened. The End. Maybe I should start from once upon a time... See that girl over there? Yeah, the one in the disgusting pink cardigan and matching pearl necklace? That's me...Well, that was me two years ago before the 'shit happened'. So, I guess this is where I am supposed to pour my heart out and tell you I was abused or that my father was an alcoholic. No, this is where I tell you about how two people fucked me over by fucking each other. Can you see where I am going with this? Two years ago I was going to Harvard, two years ago I was working towards a degree in politics, two fucking years ago I was engaged. My whole life had been planned out for me from an early age, my father using his 'influences' to push me into the direction he wanted me to go. No, I had no fucking say in it, I mean Jesus! My parents are politicians. I couldn't even sneeze without permission. You think in this day and age a girl might be able to choose her own future, her own path. Fuck no, not me! I had to comply with the 'master plan'. What a pile of shit! Go to Harvard. Get a degree in politics. Marry Dustin Coleman. Dustin 'fucking' Coleman, even his name is vile! Sneaky piece of shit! Yeah, even my marriage was arranged. My mother had set me up with the son of a powerful DA and naturally she was ecstatic, me? Not so much. Felicity Paxton was a politician by day and a socialite by night, only meeting with the most powerful and money hungry names in the business. She was hell bent on keeping up appearances, always keep up appearances. No hair was to be out of place, no chipped nail polish and heaven forbid no frowning. “No one likes a bride with frown lines, dear.” She would say. She was fucking delusional. I played along with their sick and twisted games to manipulate anyone and anything in their path, including me. I didn’t have a choice in the matter anyway. I was a timid twenty year old, molded by her parents to ensure appearances were met. And if they weren’t well shit, I would be disowned. There is nothing worse than a powerful politicians perfect little girl going rogue. Anyway, I’m sure you’re wondering where this timid girl went right? Cue my ex-best friend Sophia; she was the daughter of the police chief inspector so naturally we were best friends. Gag me! She was also press hungry; she would do anything to get her face in the magazines. That included becoming my best friend and maid of honor at my wedding. Look I wasn’t always the bitter bitch I am now but hell; I thought I could trust Sophia. I know she was a leech but beside that she was my best friend, someone I could trust. Or so I thought. Keeping up so far? Good. So this is where the ‘shit happened’. Hold on to your hats because this is about to get pretty ugly. “What do you mean it’s no big deal? You’re in our bed with...her!” Yeah, you guessed it I walked in on my fiance and my best friend having sex in our bed, a week before the wedding/freak show. Now, if that was me now I would have cut them a new one. But that wasn’t me; I was timid and afraid of my own damn shadow. “Come on Blaine, it’s just sex.” Just sex? Apparently I had missed the fucking memo that it was okay to fuck your best friend a week before your wedding. “You’re kidding right? How do you expect me to be okay with you sleeping with her?” Was I the only person with a moral compass here? This was not okay. “No, I expect you to do as your future husband says and just get over the fact that I have a mistress.” Oh yeah, he played that card. But what really pissed me off was Sophia, sitting on my damn bed with a smirk on her face, not even trying to cover her surgically enhanced tits. “You look surprised Blaine? It’s funny how naive you actually are. You know your father has several mistresses.” The bitch spoke, damn what I would give to go back two years and kick seven shades of shit out of her. She was right though, as much as it fucking pains me to say it, my father was a notorious player. He had a shit load of mistresses that were happy enough to drop their panties for the politician. Fucking snake. But this wasn't about my father and his que of desperate whores, this was about my fiance fucking my best friend. And what the hell I was going to do about. I know you're desperate to find out exactly what I did. Did I run to daddy? Did I lose my shit and turn evil bitch on them? No, I did exactly what my parents feared most. I went rogue.

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When Killian MacGregor, the hottest quarterback in the NFL, eyes the perfect pair of female legs, he spends an hour tracking the gorgeous woman in a room filled with rowdy teammates until one gets out of line.
Rebecca Cavanaugh, a long distance runner for the state team, intimidates boys and men with her quick wit and majestic height. The pre-season jock party isn’t her scene, but she’s roped into attending to provide her sister a sober ride home. Hiding in the kitchen to avoid the athletic sex fest, a drunken thug forces Rebecca to her knees, and waves a giant ding-dong in her face. Before Rebecca can extricate herself from the hairy situation, an unknown champion saves the night. When Killian assists Rebecca off the floor, she’s stunned into silence while staring at the sexiest man alive. Will Killian’s bad boy rep and Rebecca’s need for commitment, make this the most impossible “Play” of the season? Or, will Killian’s haunting past and need for victory destroy the most important game of his life? “Play” is intended for readers 18+. Enjoy with caution… this book contains adult situations, erotic sex, and more balls than a girl knows what to do with.

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Play was a funny, HOT STEAMY read. Star quarterback and SEX god  Killian MacGreagor  has no plan in settling down. He is a player and his fling don't last more then a couple of days. Killian relationship has always been with his love for football, that is his number one priority.

Rebecca Cavanaugh is a long distance runner for state college. She has little confidence in herself due to her tall frame. She doesn't have many friends, never has. Her two best friend who have stuck with her since freshmen year Amanda and Lyle are always there for her. Rebecca likes to blend with the crowd and hasn't had many relationships.

Rebecca and Killian meet at a party, Rebecca sister drags her to and lets just say there first encounter is remember able. It takes a bit of time for them to meet again but when they do FIREWORKS go off. Killian is very alpha and Rebecca has little self confidence. This seems two work for the two of them. Killian has anger issues and Rebecca has trouble dealing with some of his game day rituals.

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I dissolved into the seat of his amazing car. A low moan escaped my lips but Killian just showed his dimples and buckled me in. I wondered what he’d do if I pulled him tightly against me and sniffed… for an hour or two. He opened his door and folded into the seat with absolute grace regardless of his size. “Ah hell,” he muttered and turned my way. Unlatching my seatbelt, he pulled me in for the most mouthwatering kiss I’d ever had. His lips, soft but firm, molded to mine. His tongue ran over my teeth, tasted, dipped deeper, and then plunged. He effortlessly slid out the elastic holding my hair before spreading his fingers to either side of my scalp. The kiss intensified and Killian made promises for the night ahead with his lips. He tasted so damn good. When he pulled back, I actually whimpered and smiled at the low rumbling growl that came from Killian’s throat. He took my lower lip between his teeth and pulled slightly before letting go. He put distance between us leaving me bereft. “We’ll eat at my house.” He kissed my forehead, reached over, grabbed the seatbelt, and fastened me in again. My hands went to my hair as I looked around for the hair tie. “Leave it.” I stopped my search but couldn’t help running my fingers through the mussed tangles. Killian’s hand captured mine. “No.” He released my fingers just as fast as he verbalized the one word. I wasn’t a pushover, didn’t have much experience with guys, but I had some. I should have argued, straightened my hair anyway, or even voiced some sort of displeasure. An electrically charged pulse shot straight to the junction of my thighs, and there I went and tried to stain his car’s upholstery. I kept my mouth shut.

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Holly Roberts Small picHolly S. Roberts is the bestselling author of fourteen novels, and writes under three pen names. A romantic at heart, she fell in love at the age of twelve with a boy she saw across junior high school campus. Four years later, he took notice and she never let go.Her career in law enforcement gives her a reason to want romance, happy endings, and anything that takes her away from real life when she reads and writes. She can shoot a mean game of pool, toss back a straight shot of tequila, and recite the Gettysburg Address.Holly lives high in the mountains in the southwest United States with her husband, Rottweiler and Chihuahua.


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Knave of Hearts Series by Annette Blair: What do a sea captain, a man of affairs, a comatose nobleman, and a vicar have in common? The Zebulon Fishkill Academy for Unruly Boys, that’s what, and a knaves’ pact to last a lifetime. NY Times Bestselling Author, Annette Blair, presents Sexy Scoundrels, bold brides and marriages of sheer inconvenience. Get hooked on laughter, romance, calamity and tears in a sassy, sensual quartet of “scandalicious” Regency Historical Romance.
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With a scowl, a vial, a cloth and a knife, the rogue approached ... and Patience stepped back. “If you think I’ll let a man, who’s been furious since setting eyes on me, gouge me with a knife, you’re daft.”
 “Shut up and give me your hand.” He dragged her close to the window and she let out a yelp.               
He almost smiled. “I haven’t touched you yet.” He probed the largest sliver and dislodged it, the pain of him ripping it out surprising her.
“Ouch!” Patience reclaimed her hand to soothe the sore spot with her mouth. As she sucked it, he seemed ... startled? Fascinated? Whatever it was, it gave her the fluttering jitters.
“Damn it, Patience,” he all but groaned. “Give me that hand and don’t move again until I tell you.”
“Yes sir, Captain, sir.” She pulled her hand away to salute. “Oh, sorry,” she said, when he snarled and pulled it back. She was forced to kneel on the bench as he tugged her hand across the wide sill and close to the window. “Some of them are so small, I can hardly see them,” he said absently.
By the time they were in a position he found acceptable, her arm was stretched so far, her fingers touched the window. Her would-be surgeon hunched over her, one of his knees between hers, and she felt the contact to her toes. In his concentration he squinted, sketching deep lines around his ink-blue eyes and furrowing lines above his brows. In demon-like concentration his dark eyes were a perfect match to his bronzed skin and waving ebony hair. “You must be very old,” she said startling him. “Ouch.” She moved but he pinned her in place with his legs.
“Quit squirming. I’m nearly finished.” He concentrated on her hand. “Why do you think I’m old?”
“You have gray in your hair. Aunt Harriette does too and she’s very old.”
He frowned in mock-indignation, and she winked.
He chuckled. “I started turning gray four days ago. I suspect you gave your aunt her gray hair too.”
“So she says.” With a sigh, Patience lay her head on her arm, and he shifted so he was no longer above but beside her, her injured hand protected in his large capable one. With those little lines relaxed now around his eyes, he gazed into hers.
The center-hung lantern creaked softly with the movement of the ship, almost like a hymn. And from nowhere, a sense of elation, or contentment -- or perhaps just relief that he was finished -- filled Patience.
As she had done, the Captain raised her sore hand to his lips and soothed it with his mouth. Patience’s heart beat a new, rapid rhythm. Prickles raced from her hand, up her arm, and through her body, resting in the most ludicrous places. She conceived an absurd notion to explain to him what was happening to her, then she saw in his midnight eyes that he sensed what was happening and where those feelings centered.
 Heat rising in her face, Patience fairly leapt from the bench. “Thank you. I’ll go up, out, and leave you to your work.”
 He emitted a strangled sound, like a groan and a growl at once, and if she could breathe, she would laugh. “Wait,” he ordered, in a sudden reversal that forced her to obey.
Trying to scowl, failing, he poured an oil from the vial onto a cloth and soothed the sore spots. Slow, soft ... sensual ... wonderful. And she saw wonder in his eyes too ... until his scowl snuffed their moment of harmony. And he nodded, affirming it, glad of it. “I want you to put a stop to Rose and Shane.”
“What?” Despite her confusion, his anger -- and now hers -- was understandable, comfortable, and easier to deal with.
“They’re spending entirely too much time together,” he said.                
“They’re just friends. We’ve only been at sea four days.”
“Precisely. In a few weeks, they’ll be ... even friendlier. You’d damn-well better see to it that doesn’t happen.”
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Annette BlairAn adventurer and storyteller at heart, Annette Blair has explored nineteenth-century Amish America; Regency England; and madcap, modern Salem Mass, where bold women follow the Celtic faith with heart. There, she fought dragons, and fell in love with an angel. More recently, she’s taken to solving mysteries beside Connecticut’s Mystic River. Annette's work has garnered multiple Romantic Times TOP PICKS, Reviewers’ Choice Awards, and HOLT Medallion nominations. A triple Golden Heart Finalist, she's also finaled in the Golden Leaf, the Lauries, the Golden Quill, and National Readers' Choice Awards. She’s won multiple Booksellers Best Awards, LORIES Awards, Laurel Wreath, Blue Boa, Aspen Gold, RIO, Southern Magic, More than Magic, Orange Rose, Winter Rose, PRISM, Beacon, Colorado Awards of Excellence, Write Touch Readers' Choice Awards and an Orange County Book Buyer's Best Award. With SEX AND THE PSYCHIC WITCH, Annette took home three Anne-Bonney Readers’ Choice Awards out of four. CLOAKED IN MALICE her 5th Vintage Magic Mystery, was her first NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER. E-books include The Rogues Club & The Knave of Hearts Series, comprising eight Regency Historicals. Her Sexy Amish Historical E-books and Audiobooks include: Jacob's Return & The Butterfly Garden. Sisters of Spirit and the Jewels of Historical Romance are two new Anthologies. This coming summer, the first of two new series will be published: The Brazillionaires and The Spellcasters. Annette is in negotiations with Penguin Random House for more Vintage Magic Mysteries.
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