Friday, June 22, 2018

Cover Package: Dirty Bitches MC Season 1

Title: Dirty Bitches MC Season 1
Authors: Avelyn Paige, Geri Glenn, GM Scherbert, and Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2018
Fun, chaos, sexy times and sisterhood. This is what happens when 4 best-selling MC authors write themselves and their readers into a fictional world of motorcycles, open roads and bad boys.
Livin’ On a Prayer – Avelyn Paige
Dixie Ryder just can’t catch a break. After leaving the safety of her uncle’s motorcycle club for a marriage that ends in disaster, she leaves town and starts an all-female club of her own. Just as life is finally going her way, Dixie’s ex-husband breezes into town, fresh from the military and hell-bent on fixing their broken relationship. Old wounds are re-opened, loyalties are tested and Dixie’s world is turned upside down once again.
You Give Love a Bad Name – Winter Travers
River Bane is in full control of her destiny. She grew up with nothing, and vowed never to live that way again. A tough as nails attitude and fierce loyalty to her club keeps people at bay, and that’s just the way she likes it. Until the local sheriff gets it in his head that she’s the one for him. He won’t rest until the woman behind the sky-high heels and sexy scowl is in his bed, in his life and in his future.
Unbreakable – Geri Glenn
Bernadette Simms has a history most women would never survive, but she did. Never again will she give any man the power to rock her entire world. And then one fateful day, she meets Roman Williams. He’s a genius with a six pack and eyes she swears can see into her very soul. Roman doesn’t belong in her world, but he’s not going away without a fight.
Born to Be My Baby – GM Scherbert
Katarina Orlovis is a hard ass. Armed with a tattoo gun and a dark past, she holds most people at arm’s length. As a single mother and a business owner, she doesn’t have time for relationships or men, but when a dark and dominant stranger walks into her shop, Katarina is intrigued. He tempts her in a way that has her questioning everything. But could she really go to her knees for him? She’s not sure she can ever give that much of herself to anyone again. Too bad he’s not taking no for an answer.
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Release Blitz - SEXIEST BILLIONAIRE by Sierra Cartwright

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An exclusive private society of the world’s most powerful ambitious gentlemen
Sex, Secrets, and Intrigue
Sexiest Billionaire

She’s his friend’s daughter. Off-limits to a man like Jax.
Jaxon Mills is stunned—then furious—when sees his biggest investor’s daughter at one of the most exclusive clubs in New Orleans, dressed in a scandalous outfit and wearing an inviting smile. The tempting woman with the compassionate heart is supposed to be tucked away at grad school, where’s she safe from men like him.
Willow Henderson has one escape from her overprotective family—the French Quarter. There, she can be anonymous, even if only for a short time. But she never expects to come face-to-face with Jaxon, a sexy self-made billionaire Dom whose arrogance is matched only by his bank account.
Jax, an avowed workaholic determined to outrun his troubled past, has never allowed a woman to distract him. Until Willow. And when he discovers she’s a virgin, it’s more than a dominant urge that flares. It’s an honorable instinct he hadn’t known he was capable of.
He will do anything to make her his.
 
***This story contains plenty of steam! It’s a standalone story with a feel-good happily ever after. ***


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Arriving June 26, 2018
About Sierra Cartwright

USA Today Best-Selling Author, Winner of the 2015 Best BDSM Book of the year (Bind), 2015 Reader’s Choice Best Erotic Romance (Bind), 2015 Golden Flogger (Crave), 2014 LASR Book of the Year award (In The Den), 2013 Best BDSM Book of the Year award (Over The Line), Golden Flogger Award 2015 nominee for her books Command, Bind, and Brand, Sierra was born in Manchester, England where she spent her early years traipsing through castles. After living in Denver for a number of years, the internationally acclaimed author now resides in Galveston, Texas. She loves the way history blends with Southern manners (being called “sugar” is an experience unto itself). She invites you to join her on a sensual journey where the limits are explored and expanded.  
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First Chapter Materials: INKED NIGHTS by Carrie Ann Ryan

INKED NIGHTS by Carrie Ann Ryan releases June 26th - but you can read part of the first chapter now! Check it out below!

 

About INKED NIGHTS

Available June 26th
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan comes a new story in her Montgomery Ink series…
Tattoo artist, Derek Hawkins knows the rules: One night a month. No last names. No promises. Olivia Madison has her own rules: Don’t fall in love. No commitment. Never tell Derek the truth. When their worlds crash into each other however, Derek and Olivia will have to face what they fought to ignore as well as the connection they tried to forget. **Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

INKED NIGHTS releases June 26th - preorder your copy now!

 

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Read part of the first chapter of INKED NIGHTS

  Pebbled flesh.

Quick intakes of breath.

Long sighs turning to moans.

That’s what awaited Olivia Madison, and she knew it. She’d always known it. She’d rake her fingernails down his back, arch into him, and let herself be taken in the most primal way. And then she’d walk away again without looking back. They’d have a drink. They’d fuck. They’d keep it to only those details. There would be no last names, no promises. Exactly how they wanted it. And in a month, they’d do it again.

It was her thrill, her deepest secret.

Well, not her deepest, but the only one she could face.

Just one more time. That’s what Olivia had told herself last month, and yet, she knew she would be back for more. She’d always be back for more when it came to him.

Because that was how it was, and she wasn’t sure it would ever change. She wasn’t sure she needed it to change. Wasn’t sure she wanted it to change.

But she was going to push those thoughts from her mind. Because tonight was about one thing. Hot, unadulterated sex. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. Because there was no way that Olivia was going to fall for the man she didn’t know. She might know his body just as much as he knew hers, but that was it.

She didn’t even know what his favorite drink was. She swore he ordered a different one each time they were out together just to throw her off. She’d found herself doing the same, but maybe not for the same reasons. She just liked variety, liked knowing that she didn’t have to commit to something as simple as a drink.

The only commitment she allowed herself was one night a month with a man named D. He knew her as O.

And every time he called her that, there was a little laughter in his eyes because he had indeed given her a few Os along the way.

She mentally rolled her eyes at the horrendous joke and took a sip of her lemon drop martini. Tonight, she’d wanted something extra sweet to get the bitter taste of regret out of her mouth. For some reason, this night felt different than previous months. Maybe she was just getting old, or the fragile relationship she had with her stranger was getting stale, but either way, she felt like this might be the last one. And maybe it needed to be.

Having sex with a stranger with no promises and no strings once a month for as long as it had been going on seemed crazy and a little as if she were playing with fire. She often wondered what the manager or bartender at this hotel thought of them. Because this wasn’t the first time she’d seen the same guy behind the bar, wasn’t even the first time she’d seen the concierge.

Olivia wasn’t the one who booked the hotel room; that had always been the job of the other person in this strange relationship.

She just had to show up at the same time every month, sip her drink, and wait. And the thrill of that set her on edge. She knew it was wrong, knew she was consistently making the same mistakes, but she didn’t care, not when it came to him. And perhaps that was the greatest mistake of all.

“I see we meet again.”

That deep voice went straight to her lady parts, sending shivers down her spine and making her want to arch her back like a cat. She loved that voice, loved that growl. She especially loved it when he was groaning above her as he made both of them slide into sweet ecstasy.

She looked over her shoulder and raised a brow, doing her best to look as sultry as possible. She knew she was sexy, knew she had all the right curves. She’d even learned how to dress those curves and apply just the right amount of makeup to enhance the smokiness of her eyes, the plumpness of her lips, and the angles of her cheekbones. She knew all of that, and had looked up tutorials and gone shopping with her friends to ensure that she knew the rules of this particular game she played.

As soon as she caught the look in D’s eyes, she knew she had played things just right—at least for tonight.

She had chosen a champagne-colored cold-shoulder dress. There was a split in the side of the skirt that showed just the barest bit of thigh that she knew he’d already noticed, twice. She’d put her long, wavy hair up in a sort of twist along the back of her head, only because she loved the way he pulled out the pins and let her hair tumble down her back.

Yes, she dressed for him, and she probably shouldn’t have. But she did.

“You say that as if you’re surprised.” She smiled, not able to help herself. She wasn’t some femme fatale that could act all unaffected, even if she tried. But she liked this man, even if she didn’t know exactly who he was. She liked their game, liked what they had, even if it was just an illusion. She would have tonight, and in the morning, she would wonder why she allowed herself to remain in this situation, but then she would forget again and only remember him.

D gave her a long look before taking the seat next to her at the bar. “I always am. Just as you always seem surprised to see me walking toward you. If only for a moment.”

“I like how you act as if you know me.”

He leaned down closer to her face, his warm breath on her neck. “Sugar, I know you.”

That made her snort. She couldn’t help it. Hence why she wasn’t that femme fatale she tried to dress as.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asked, a clearly fake put-upon look on his face. “You saying I don’t know you?”

She shook her head as the bartender came over to take D’s drink order. Johnny Walker Black this time. Interesting. Talk about smooth and smoky.

“No, I wasn’t laughing at that, but isn’t the whole point of…this, that we don’t know each other?” She held out her hand when he would have answered. She didn’t need to know what he had to say about their arrangement. It was weird enough already, even with how hot it was. “I was snorting at the whole ‘sugar’ thing. I’ve never heard you call me that, and we live in Denver, not the south. I don’t know where you picked that up.”

D shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “A client said it. I must have subconsciously absorbed it.”

It was on her tongue to ask him what kind of client, but that wasn’t who she and D were to each other. She would do well to remember that. Even D seemed a little annoyed that he’d let that bit of his life slip. But instead of saying more, he took another sip of his scotch, then turned on the stool so his legs were caging hers. She didn’t mind. At this point, she’d use any excuse to get closer to him, to have him touch her, even if it broke her in the end.

Yes, she was an idiot, but she couldn’t help it.

Not with D.

Because she knew his rules, too.

One night a month.

No last names…or firsts for that matter.

No promises.

She let out a deep breath, aware that he was watching her. She needed to stop thinking about what she shouldn’t want and just live in the moment. It was how she’d gone through every other month in the past with D, and it would be how she got through tonight, too.

“I’m glad you made it,” she said, honestly. Probably too honestly, but she was doing her best not to question herself the entire night like she was prone to do. The only time she was able to forget everything was when D helped her, and she knew she couldn’t always rely on that.

He studied her face, and she wondered what he saw. Wondered why she cared.

“I’m glad I did, too.” He held up his glass, and she did the same, knowing their routine was anything but. “To inked nights.”

She grinned. “Always.”

She knew the ink that was hidden under his clothes just as he knew the ink that lay under hers. Inked nights had been a passing comment between the two of them on their first night and had been their toast ever since.

Olivia took a sip of her drink, the sweetness coating her tongue. When he reached out and wiped some of the sugar from her lip, she flicked out her tongue, needing to taste him, as well.

“Sugar,” he said with a wink, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Indeed.”

They finished their drinks, looking at only each other. For all she knew, there could be hundreds of people around them, and yet he was it for her. And maybe, just maybe, she was it for him. She’d already paid for her martini since she didn’t have a room, and D set out cash next to his drink, not bothering to wait for a bill. They never paid for each other’s drinks, never got close enough to a receipt to see a name. And while he paid for the hotel room, they didn’t bother with gifts or fancy words either.

Their nights were just about the two of them.

When he slid off his stool and took her hand, she knew she would follow, knew she would soon be in a bed they shared but didn’t own. Others might look at them, wonder, or know, but nobody but D mattered in her mind—at least for this moment. They went into the elevator together but weren’t alone. There would be no teases, no touches as they waited to arrive on their floor. Of course, there never were because it was only them when they were within the walls of the hotel room. He never touched her beyond taking her hand or guiding her with his hand on the small of her back.

His presence was foreplay enough for her. There didn’t need to be extra touches or caresses. As soon as the hotel room door closed behind them, however, everything would change.

Just like she wanted, just like she needed it to.

D pressed the key against the sensor, and as soon as the green light lit, she knew this was it. Just the two of them and no one else. When the door closed behind them, her pulse pounded, and she swallowed hard, knowing that it was time.

Finally.

About Carrie Ann Ryan

Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.

Knights Corruption MC Complete Series by S. Nelson

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  With the weight of the club on his shoulders, Cole Marek, president of the Knights Corruption MC, has only one choice:   Turn their livelihood legit. Everything is falling into place until one unexpected, fateful night.  With an attack on his fellow brothers, Marek has no choice but to retaliate against their sworn enemy.  The events that follow will test every member of the KCMC, each thread of their sanity plucked apart until all that is left is an irrefutable thirst for revenge.  

“Intense, passionate reading.”
“With every new book in the series, THAT man became my new favorite! I LOVED this series!” “This series is amazing and raw!! Loved every second of it.” 
  “Each and every book made me fall in love with the men of the Knights Corruption that much more!” 
  “Dangerous men… sizzling heat... strong women... lust and love... These make up the heart of this amazing series!”
“The Knights Corruption series is a game changer. There is no escaping the sexy, gritty bikers who will claim and devour you, unravelling you from the very first page.”


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  S. Nelson grew up with a love of reading and a very active imagination, never putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard until 2013.  Her passion to create was overwhelming and within a few months she’d written her first novel, Stolen Fate. When she isn’t engrossed in creating one of the many stories rattling around inside her head, she loves to read and travel as much as she can.  She lives in the Northeast with her husband and two dogs, enjoying the ever changing seasons.

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