release of Billionaire's Amnesia by Claire Adams

Being rich opens up the pleasures of the world.

Women. Cars. Businesses. Money.

What more could you want? The world is your oyster and you can act like a jerk all you want. No one’s going to say a thing. Why would they? You’re in control. You’re the rising power.

Until you’re not.

When Elijah loses his memory from a motorcycle accident, he can't remember anything, including his childhood or anything from his past.

Apparently, he was a real pain in the ass before he had his accident.

His older brother and beautiful personal assistant step in to help him form a new life. A better life, but he has so many questions.

Why doesn't his mother speak with him at all anymore? Why is his brother so docile around him? Why are his employees timid and depressed when he walks in the room.

Was he really the monster they’re all making him out to be? And even more… will he wake up from his memory loss and become that guy again?

At the end of the day, what’s important when you've lost everything?

Nothing but the people who love you and support you. For Elijah… that’s no one.

But then he meets Kendall. Will she be able to love this man known for only caring for himself?

Billionaire Amnesia is a 90,000-word, FULL LENGTH, Standalone steamy bad boy alpha billionaire romance. No cliffhanger and has a HEA. Includes 4 free bonus full-length box sets and novels for a limited time.

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Release Promotion THE LONG WAY HOME by Jasinda Wilder

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I need you, Ava.

I am desperate. For you. For a touch. For a kiss. For the scrape of your hand down my stomach. For the slide of your lips across my hipbone. The sweep of your thigh against mine in the dulcet, drowning darkness. For the warm huff of your breath on my skin and the wet suck of your mouth around me and the building pressure of need reaching release...I am mad with need.

Wild with it.

I cannot have you. I have lost you, as I have lost myself.

And so I go in search. Of myself, and thus the man who might return to you, and take you in his arms.

I loathe each of the thousands of miles between us, but I cannot wish them away, for I hope at the end of my journey I shall find you. Or rather, find myself, and thus…you. Myself, and thus us. 

I am taking the long way home, Ava.

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Christian,

I’m losing my mind, and I don’t know how to stop it. I shouldn’t be writing to you, but I am. I’m friendless, loveless, and lifeless. You’re out there somewhere, and still you’re all I really have. I hate my reliance and dependence on you, emotionally and otherwise, and that reliance is something I’m coming to recognize. I hate that I can’t hate you as much as I want to. I hate that I still love you so much.

I hate that there’s no clear solution to our conundrum. Even if we could forgive each other, what then?

I hate you, Christian. I really do.

But most of all, I don’t.

It’s complicated.

Complicatedly (still) yours,

Ava

 

 

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New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and internationally bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. Her bestselling titles include Alpha, Stripped, Wounded, and the #1 Amazon.com and international bestseller Falling into You. You can find her on her farm in northern Michigan with her husband, author Jack Wilder, her six children, and a menagerie of animals.

 

 

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Release Day Blitz - Holden (Dark Grove Plantation) by Julia Sykes

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One look at the gorgeous, curvy brunette standing alone at BDSM club Dark Grove Plantation, and I know she’s mine. She thinks that her desires are twisted and wrong, but I intend to show her how good my harsher methods of seduction can feel. It’s in my nature to dominate, to claim. I have every intention of claiming Holly, body and soul. And if her bastard ex tries to come back for her, he’ll find out just how harsh I can be when someone threatens what’s mine.

Note: An earlier version of this story was released under the title Awakened. It has been extensively re-written as Holden.

“Such a sweet sub,” he said, his voice impossibly deep and heavy with satisfaction. The power exchange passing between us was affecting him as strongly as it had ensnared me. My body and mind were utterly in his thrall, and in that moment, I would have eagerly done anything to please the man who held ultimate control over my being.
He slid two fingers between my legs and traced the seam of my sex through my lacy black panties.
“You’re wet,” he observed with a lustful growl. “I knew you’d be like this.”
“Like what?” I asked, barely able to focus on his words. They seemed to roll off my consciousness like water. Reality was hazy, the world falling away until all I could sense was him: his hard body beneath me, his masculine scent surrounding me, his deep voice rumbling through me. I was captivated by the power that pulsed off him. It caressed my body like a physical touch.
“I knew you’d be naturally submissive,” he replied. “I knew you’d be perfect.”
The praise sank into me to warm my chest.
A different warmth bloomed between my legs when he stroked my clit through my panties. I cried out at the light contact to my sensitive nub. It had grown achy from his ministrations; his gentle fingers contrasted with his stinging discipline. He was harsh and tender by turns, and the dichotomy messed with my thought processes.
“Do you want to come, little sub?” he asked, the question rough with his own desire.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Sir.”
He let out a low groan. “Fuck, you’re sweet when you beg.” He lifted his hips slightly, pressing his cock harder against me. “Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Please,” I begged again, on the edge of sanity. “Fuck me.” I’d never spoken so crassly, but the deviant words came naturally. I wanted him to claim me, to ravage me.
“You’re going to come first,” he said tightly, restraining himself. “You’re going to come so many times that you’ll be begging me for mercy and sobbing my name by the time I’m finished with you.”

Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.

After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.

Julia loves connecting with readers! Please feel free to contact her on facebook, through twitter, or email her directly at juliasykes193@gmail.com. You can find out more about Julia's current and future projects at julia-sykes.com.

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X-394

Book: X-394

Series: A Scarsi Family Novel

Author: Dee Garcia 

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Synopsis:

Falling for him was never the plan. I knew better. 

But the heart wants what it wants. 

Loyalties will crumble… Secrets will come to light… 

One destined to fall forever. 

The clock is ticking, and as Daddy always says… 

Time is of the essence. 

Will love prevail?

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X-394 by Dee Garcia was hot, sexy, and deliciously dark! It was truly addictive, that completely blew me away. Eden Scarsi is a woman you don't want to mess with. ~ The Romance Rebels 

Wow!! Dee does not disappoint X-394 is full of romance and action that will keep you swiping your kindle screen to find out what will happen next. ~ Goodreads Review

Wow!! Dee does not disappoint X-394 is full of romance and action that will keep you swiping your kindle screen to find out what will happen next. ~ Hot BookBoyfriends

Prologue

“Please d-don't,” the older man stammered the moment I lifted a lace-gloved hand from over his mouth.

With my blade still pressed to his neck, I brought my lips a hairsbreadth from his ear and hissed, “Careful, Mr. Williams. You move but a millimeter, and you'll be gasping for air.”

“I need more time. Please,” he begged, his body rattling against mine in pure fear.

I chuckled darkly.

They all say that.

“You've had more than enough time. Not only has my father granted you several extensions, he's spared you the consequences when you failed to meet your deadlines. But now you're playing games, John” - I bore down the knife with a bit more pressure - “and Daddy doesn't particularly enjoy being toyed with.”

“I'm s-sorry!”

“Yeah,” I cooed. “I bet you are. Unfortunately, sorry isn't going to clear your debt, and your time seems to be exhausted. I'm sure you have an inkling as to how this ends, right?”

“Please, d-don't do this. I have half stashed away at home. I-I just need one more extension and then…”

I thrust the blade between his lips, tearing the corners of his mouth ever so slightly, then yanked his head back against my shoulder. “Ehhh, wrong answer.”

Wide, panicked brown eyes met mine, unshed tears bubbling just at the surface, waiting to be set free.

“Why so sad, Mr. Williams? Doesn't debt-free sound so…liberating?”

He nodded frantically.

“Exactly, so you should be happy I'm offering you even a spec of said freedom, after all you’ve done. Think of it this way…if I don’t kill you, my brother will come for you. And his tactics are…well, they’re infinitely worse than mine. Now let's turn that frown upside down, shall we? You want to look your best when Satan welcomes you home,” I said, amused, dragging my weapon from one side of his face to the other in a perfect, bloodied smile.

A garbled moan echoed from his throat as pain began amplifying the effects of his fear, and in my world, it was one of the most satisfying sounds to be heard. Music to my ears, if you will.

I took a moment to admire my handiwork. The new addition to his mug wasn’t deep, but that was the point. It merely served as my signature. Well, one part of my signature, anyway. I'd cross my T’s and dot my I’s here in the next few minutes.

“Please, please don't d-do this,” he stammered again, in yet another feeble attempt to save his life.

I rolled my eyes. The pleas never got old. The bastards behind them, however, did. John Williams knew he'd wronged my father - more like, stolen from my father - and here he was, thinking crocodile tears and a handful of stuttered excuses would clean his slate. Just like the lot of them. They all begged, and it wore my patience thin.

I clamped a gloved hand over his blood-streaked mouth once more. “This will be quick. Close your eyes and count to ten.”

John shook his head silently and I nodded without an ounce of remorse.“Go on. One…two…” I encouraged.

“Three, four,” he mumbled against my hand, a single tear trickling down his cheek.

“Five… Rest in peace, Mr. Williams,” I said softly.

And then I jammed the blade straight into his throat, very slowly wielding it to one side, watching in fascination as he gasped, and a bright stream of crimson began pouring down the front of his spattered white dress shirt. When his head fell to the side, I tossed him onto the bed without care and wiped the blade clean on his slacks before holstering it at my thigh and sauntering out the door of his suite.

Approximately two minutes later, I was sliding into the driver's seat of my black GranTurismo, mentally checking off another mark from my never-ending list.

Two hundred ninety-eight...

The engine roared to life and I took off for the other side of town, the chirp of my phone grappling my attention as I merged onto the highway. Pulling off my gloves, I threw them into the passenger seat and hit a button on the steering wheel to connect the call.

“It’s done,” I said by way of greeting, already knowing who the caller was.

“Excellent. Job well done as usual, little sister,” my eldest brother, Alessio, praised me. “I'll send the boys ASAP. You know Pa is going to be pleased about this one.”

I smirked, imagining his face. “Yeah, I know. Tell him I'll be there soon.”

“Will do. Drive saf-”

Without another word, I ended the call and cranked the volume on the radio, dropping my foot on the gas as the last twenty minutes of my life replayed vividly in my mind.

The question I’m certain you're dying to ask is, who am I?

Well, I'll tell you, as long as you can keep a secret…

My name is Eden Scarsi.

In simplest terms possible, I'm death personified.

It's a dirty job but someone has to do it, especially when my father is gracious enough to lend out his hard-earned money. There are deadlines, of course, and sometimes these loanees have no sense of time.

But time is of the essence.

What happens when they miss said deadlines, you ask?

Daddy sends me.

And I'm the last person you want knocking on your door. Except I don't knock. I don't make a fucking sound.

They don't call me The Silent Reaper for nothing...

About The Author

Dee Garcia is a voracious fan of romance novels and a long time lover of the written word. Her mission is to craft unique, compelling stories that will give her readers a place to briefly escape the trials and tribulations of everyday reality. With headstrong heroine's who don't need a man to stand on their own two feet, Dee hopes to leave her mark in the Indie world, one plot twist at a time.

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