Monday, March 30, 2015

Full Contact - Excerpt Reveal - Sarah Castille!





Excerpt #1

My gaze drifts below his belt, to the bulge in his jeans. He is fully erect, his shaft straining against his fly. A naughty thrill of excitement shoots through my veins. He’s aroused because of me. you want to take a break before I apply the stencil?”

He shakes his head, then leans forward and sweeps his hand through my hair, letting the strands slide through his fingers. A sigh escapes my lips as delicious sensations sweep through my body. I am on fire. And although I’ve been with men before, I’ve never been immobilized by a single touch.

So soft.” He runs his hand over my hair again, this time trailing his fingers along my shoulder. His thumb glides over my throat and he curls his hand around my neck. “So fucking delicate.”

I am burning. Consumed by fire. A burst of need drives a whimper up my throat, and I choke it back as his thumb circles the sensitive hollow at the base of my neck. Firm. Unyielding. Dominant. With one squeeze, he could break me. The way I was broken before. The way he broke the butterfly. And yet nothing could tear me away from this moment.

Sia.” He says my name softly, drawing out the last syllable in a gravelly murmur, almost like a prayer.

My brain fuzzes with lust, and I surrender to the thrill of his touch, the pounding of my pulse in my veins, the desire that has haunted me since I first saw him in the ring. My head falls back, my lips part, and I drown in the depths of an azure sea.

With a low groan, Ray turns sideways in the chair, dropping his legs to the floor. With his hand still cupped around my neck, he pulls me between his legs, the casters on my stool squeaking in gentle protest. I circle my arms around his neck and my breasts rub against his bare chest. The press of his erection against my stomach sends a rush of moisture to my sex.

Jesus Christ.” His voice drops husky and low. “You’re killing me.”

He leans down and sweeps my hair behind my shoulder, then nuzzles my neck. Sensation sears through my body and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. So unprofessional. What if Slim comes out? Overcome with the fulfillment of a year’s worth of longing, I can’t bring myself to care.

He feathers kisses over my cheek and I lick my lips in anticipation. This is really happening. He’s going to kiss me again. A real hands-on- the-body Predator kiss.

A bell tinkles behind me. Damn front door. Damn customers who come after hours. I’m not turning around. I want my kiss.

Ray glances up and stiffens. “Holy shit.”

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Ray wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as if something terrible has happened and he doesn't want to let me go.

Full Contact. This is how Ray speaks when his emotions overwhelm him. I melt into his stillness. His body is hot and hard, his breath warm on my neck. He smells of leather and sweat, sex and sin. Nothing can tear me away.

When you can't resist the one person who could destroy you...

Sia O'Donnell can't help but push the limits. She secretly attends every underground MMA fight featuring The Predator, the undisputed champion. When he stalks his prey in the ring, Sia is mesmerized. He is dominant and dangerous and every instinct tells her to run.

Every beautiful thing Ray "The Predator" touches he knows he'll eventually destroy. Soft, sweet and innocent, Sia is the light to Ray's darkness-and completely irresistible. From the moment he lays eyes on her, he knows he's going to have to put his dark past behind him to win her body and soul.

Redemption Series Reading Order

Against the Ropes (Book One)

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In Your Corner (Book Two)

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About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.

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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Krystle's Review for Beautifully Broken by Christa Simpson - 5 Stars!!!



5 Book Rating!!!




This is a stand-alone, but it was a great follow-up to Finding Destiny. Since we found out just how sexy Skylar Knight was, now it's his brother Matthew's turn. Turns out...he's just as hot as Sky.

Picks right up from where the first book left off, where Matt was involved in a terrible accident while he was trying to help get Natalie's car fixed on the side of the road during a bad blizzard, then all of the sudden he was pinned by a car that lost control. He and Felicia had just had the steamiest weekend ever, and now this is how it ends. With his life hanging in the balance, and all he see's and hears is this angel of a girl he hardly knows telling him to hold on to his life, not to give up. Then he wakes up in the hospital alone, no sign of that girl in sight. He figures since he's now a broken man, she'll want nothing to do with him....wrong.

I wanted to shake Felicia until her senses came back to her !!!!! Here she had this amazing weekend with the PERFECT man, and she got scared, so she let her fear of commitment get the best of her. Not letting her heart have what it wanted and needed most! Months after their encounter and after Matt's went through surgeries and physical therapy, they're reunited at Skylar and Destiny's wedding, a dream wedding at that! You could tell how much they wanted each other, and I loved all the stops Matt pulled to win her back. To make her see that he is okay, and she's not going to break him... I especially loved the floozy KRYSTLE that was all over Matt during the wedding reception, haha!

I thought how everything came together at the end was perfect, and was happy I didn't have to reach into my kindle to slap Felicia until she let herself feel and have what was hers all along. Great read!!!
Beautifully Broken (Destiny, #2)
Matt is good at fixing things . . . but he quickly learns that people are a little more difficult to put back together.Matthew Knight is a ladies man. He’s as handsome as he is sinister, with a natural charm that wows the skirt off every woman he passes. Having already had a piece, Felicia knows how dangerous it can be getting too close to all that raw masculine power. If she’s learned anything from their scandalous weekend together, it’s that spontaneity leads to chaos. Still choking on guilt from his untimely accident, she refuses to let him in.
Matt wants in, and he can be very persuasive. He will do anything to ruffle Felicia’s feathers and she will stop at nothing to hide how much she enjoys it every time he does. He refuses to surrender until she caves and gives him what he wants—what he’s wanted all this time—her.
When the pair reunite, their chemistry explodes off the charts, but can Felicia harness her frozen emotions and resist him? Although Matt comes armed with all the right words, can he prove to her that she means more to him than another weekend rendezvous? Witness the power struggle and see who comes out on top.
This steamy, stand-alone, new adult romance is meant for a mature audience.
Christa SimpsonBest Selling Romance Author who entertains her readers with protective alpha males and sassy heroines. She loves reading, writing, music, movies and dancing.

Christa resides in Chatham-Kent, Ontario, with her husband and two beautiful daughters. She's a dreamer and has always believed you can do anything you set your mind to.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Cover Reveal: Killer by Clarissa Wild - Release Date - 5/26/15!!

Title: Killer (Prequel to Stalker)
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: May 26th, 2015 (in the Summer Fire Boxed Set)
Genre: Dark Romance (18+)

This is a prequel to the Dark Romance Standalone STALKER.

Some secrets are meant to stay hidden …

Secrets could kill you. My husband is the prime example.
I’m a trophy wife. Someone’s prized possession, just there to be pretty. My dreams were pushed aside for his. Until one fateful night, one chance encounter, all his dirty secrets were exposed.
And then my supposed husband is killed.
I should be sad, but all I feel is anger. My husband is a lying, cheating bastard. And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m now the prime suspect for his murder.
Only his brother believes I'm innocent, and in his support, I find relief. However, I will find the real killer and bring him to justice ... before he tries to end my life too.

WARNING: This book contains strong language, explicit situations, and disturbing content.

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Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Cover Reveal ~~~ Promises To Keep by Maegan Beaumont ~~~ Release Date - 8-8-15

Title: PROMISES TO KEEP (Sabrina Vaughn Book #3)
Author: Maegan Beaumont
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Release Date: August 8th, 2015
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For three years, Michael O'Shea has been forced to act as a personal assassin for Livingston Shaw, the cold-blooded puppet master who controls the remote bioweapon implanted in Michael's back. When Shaw offers to release him if he can recover a kidnapped child, Michael works with every ounce of his being to put the pieces together before all the witnesses are murdered.

Meanwhile, police Inspector Sabrina Vaughn--the woman Michael passionately loves but has been kept from seeing--discovers the body of a little boy that bears a striking resemblance to the missing child. Against all his instincts, Michael must draw Sabrina into his life as one of the world's most notorious assassins if he's to overcome the legacy of his bloodthirsty past.


Sabrina's heart slammed into her throat. She unsnapped her holster as quietly as she could, and shot a look over her shoulder. Strickland had seen it too. He drew his weapon and nodded. She lifted her SIG P220 off her hip and took aim at the curtain.

            “SFPD—I know you’re back there. Come out with your hands where I can see them,” she said in a tone that gave little doubt as to her intent if her command wasn’t followed.

            No response, just the slight flutter of the curtain that told her that who or whatever was behind it was still there.

            “I said, SFPD. Come out—”

            A pair of feet appeared, nothing more than the tops and toes. They were small and pale in the steady beam of her flashlight.

            Holy shit. It was a kid.     

            She changed tactics, softened her tone but still held firm. “It's okay, you're safe. I'm a police officer—it's okay to come out now,” she said but didn't lower her gun. There was a chance the child behind the curtain wasn't alone.

Small feet shuffled closer and a hand peeked out from the split between the curtains. The opening was pulled wider to reveal a white face—dark, vacant eyes and a sharp nose set in a face that was painfully thin. Equally thin shoulders and torso appeared as the kid moved forward slowly. Just like the dead boy upstairs, he was naked.

            “Are you alone back there?” she said. The kid didn't answer, just stared at her with those empty eyes. She motioned the child closer. “Come here, it's okay.” She looked at Strickland and tipped her head in the direction of the curtain. He nodded and moved forward, gun raised.

            Sabrina reached out and latched onto the boy's arm, pulling him toward her. The second her fingers made contact, he went crazy—swinging and shouting in a language she didn't understand.

            She dragged the boy clear of the curtain. He fought against her grip, screaming and flailing, while Strickland did a sweep of the room behind it. He came out a few seconds later. “Nothing. Just a mattress, TV and another camcorder.” he said over the din of the boy's screaming. “What the hell is he saying?”

            She shook her head and looked at the boy, saw his face, white and stretched thin with terror. He wasn't speaking English but his fear was obvious. “Shhh, shhh—it's okay. We're here to help,” she said, hoping her tone would convey the message her words couldn't.

            The boy darted away from her, nothing but a pale blur as he bolted toward freedom and she started after him, pounding up the steps, Strickland two strides behind her. She reached the top of the stairs and saw him running down the darkened hallway, darting this way and that.

            “Stop him,” she shouted, hoping the uniform at the front door would be quick enough to catch him.

            The boy cut to the left and she followed, through the living room doorway. He saw the uniform, blocking his way out and he darted to the left again, cutting across the room to the other side of the house. Toward the room where the dead boy probably still lay stretched out on the floor.

            “Don't go in there,” she said, even though he didn't understand her. He disappeared through the doorway seconds before she reached it. She skidded to a stop, blocking the doorway. The coroner, Mandy Black, hunkered down next to the body on the floor but the whole of her attention was concentrated on the boy who just burst into the room. He was crouching in the corner furthest away from the doorway, knees drawn tight against his chest by arms so thin and pale they looked like twigs, bleached white by the sun.

            He started rambling again, eyes, like miniature black holes, aimed at the body on the floor. She started to cross the threshold but Mandy threw up a hand and shook her head. Sabrina stalled out mid-stride and watched as Mandy stood, crossing the room on slow and steady feet. She said something in what sounded like the same language the boy was speaking and as if Mandy had thrown a switch, he stopped talking.

            Sabrina watched and listened. Mandy got closer and closer, still speaking the strange language in a low, easy tone that seemed to sooth the boy. It sounded Slavic—maybe Russian. Strange coming from the woman crouched on the floor. She must've asked him a question because the boy nodded, eyes suddenly flooded with tears. He started to speak again but his speech had lost its hysterical edge. Mandy got close enough to reach out and touch him but she didn't. She kept her hands at her sides, shaking her head as she crouched low and slow in front of him. She kept talking. The boy kept listening.

            “What. The. Fuck,” Strickland said behind her. “Coroner Barbie speaks gibberish.”

            “It's not gibberish, dickhead. It's Russian,” Mandy said without looking up.

            She felt a prickle, like electricity dancing along her skin. What was a Russian boy doing in an abandoned house in San Francisco? One that had obviously been held against his will?

            She looked away from the boy crouched in the corner to the one dead on the floor.

“Ask him if he knows the victim,” she said.

            Mandy spoke quietly and the boy answered, shaking his head. “No. He said he’s never seen him before.”

            Sabrina studied the boy on the floor. He was small and blond. She entered the room and squatted down next to the body. She peeled back a lid and looked at his eyes. They were milky but she could see enough of the iris to know they were light in color.

            She stood. “I need some air,” she said, brushing past Strickland on her way out the door. She could feel him watching her and she silently urged him not to follow.

            She didn't need air. She needed to call Ben, because there was a very real chance that she'd just found Leo Maddox.

Carved in Darkness (Book #1)


Past horrors bleed into a present day nightmare

Fifteen years ago, a psychotic killer abducted seventeen year old Melissa Walker. For 83 days she was raped and tortured before being left for dead in a deserted church yard... But she was still alive.

Melissa begins a new life as homicide inspector, Sabrina Vaughn. With a new face and a new name, it's her job to hunt down murderers and it's a job she does very well.

When Michael O'Shea, a childhood acquaintance with a suspicious past, suddenly finds her, he brings to life the nightmare Sabrina has long since buried.

Believing that his sister was recently murdered by the same monster who attacked Sabrina, Michael is dead set on getting his revenge--using Sabrina as bait.

Sacrificial Muse (Book #2)


She is his muse, and the fates require sacrifice.

San Francisco Detective Sabrina Vaughn is able to shrug off the nine red roses being delivered to her office every day. But when only eight roses arrive on the same day a Berkeley student's mutilated body is found, Sabrina fears that the killer is taunting her. Forced into a partnership with a deceitful reporter who somehow remains one step ahead of her, Sabrina discovers that she's the object of a psychopath's twisted delusion . . . and there may be no escape.

Maegan Beaumont is the author of CARVED IN DARKNESS, the first book in the Sabrina Vaughn thriller series (Available through Midnight Ink, spring 2013). A native Phoenician, Maegan’s stories are meant to make you wonder what the guy standing in front of you in the Starbucks line has locked in his basement, and feel a strong desire to sleep with the light on.

When she isn’t busy fulfilling her duties as Domestic Goddess for her high school sweetheart turned husband, Joe, and their four children, she is locked in her office with her computer, her coffee pot and her Rhodesian Ridgeback, and one true love, Jade. 

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