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Monday, September 28, 2015
Absolution Road by Rachel Blaufeld
Something for the Pain by Victoria Ashley
Tempting, inked and highly addictive. Alex is all that and more…
I’ve made a lot of mistakes – ones I’m not proud of, and definitely ones that have left their marks both mentally and physically.
Things got lonely; I got lost in my own fucked up mind and in the end it left me fucked out of my mind and unable to fight – or at least win. That life’s over for me and I’ve moved on.
Six months into tattooing at Blue’s and already I’m the most wanted and sought out tattooist. My biggest clientele consists of women.
They come into the shop, end up in my bed and we both come out happy. It’s been my release since I’ve stopped fighting. It’s become part of the “new” me.
But when Tripp reappears in my life, I can’t deny the fact that I would do anything for that girl.
So when she asks me to move in with her and her ‘boyfriend’ – our other childhood friend – I never expected for things to get so fucked up and twisted that I would find myself only more attracted to her by each passing second or wanting to protect her from everything that isn’t me.
I have worked so hard over the years to suppress my feelings for her but when I find out that her and Lucas have been having an open relationship, I have the strong urge to rip his heart straight from his chest – to destroy the very thing that keeps him breathing.
What I didn’t expect was for Lucas to ask what he did. For him to ask me to do the one thing I have secretly longed for since I was old enough to know what the need was. The second thing I never expected was the look of need that I saw in Tripp’s eyes when he asked.
One night of free passion could change our lives forever.
I never said that was a good thing either…
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I’m in my room getting ready when I hear the shower turn on. The party starts in about fifteen minutes so Alex must be getting ready too.
Just out of curiosity, I walk over to the bathroom door and turn the handle. It moves, but I don’t push it open. It’s unlocked. That thought excites me, making me realize that he didn’t care enough to lock it, and knowing that I could walk in at any time and see him naked elevates my core temp a little. I just find that to be so damn hot.
That’s an open invitation… right?
I release the handle and suck in a small breath when I hear him moan out, followed by what sounds like his hand slapping against the shower wall.
Oh. My. God. That is the sexiest sound I have ever heard. That low, deep growl is all it takes to get me wet.
Collecting myself, I back away from the door and take a deep breath. My legs feel shaky. “Don’t do this right now, Tripp. Dammit, don’t do this.” Shaking it off, I go back to stand in front of the mirror one last time, questioning the way I look in my newest little dress.
Dresses are my thing. It doesn’t matter how many I own, I can never have enough. Plus, I love the way Alex looks at me every time he sees me in a new dress. His wandering eyes always cause my heart to flutter out of my chest. I just hope this little red dress is enough to get his attention.
I’m in the middle of turning around to check out my ass, when I hear the bathroom door open, followed by a whistle.
Please be naked…. What am I saying? Don’t be naked.
Cautiously, I turn my head toward the bathroom door, with my eyes squinted, to see Alex standing there in a towel. He looks so damn sexy that I feel as if all the air has been sucked from my lungs. My chest aches as I stare him up and down, watching as the water drips from his beautiful, tattooed body.
He checks me out with a smirk before whistling again. “Damn, Firecracker. That dress was made just for you.” He places his hand over the bulge in his towel and bites his bottom lip. “You look beautiful. Stop second-guessing yourself. I’ll see you downstairs in five.”
He turns around, pulling the towel away right before he closes the door behind him. My mouth drops open from the glimpse of his ass that I am left with. It’s so firm and perfect that all I can think about is biting it… and the way it flexed when he walked. Is it normal for an ass to look that good?
“I hate you sometimes,” I whisper.
“Who do you hate sometimes?”
I shake my head and look at my doorway to see Lucas standing there, dressed in a black shirt and a pair of gray shorts. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for my response.
“No one.” I walk over to him and plaster on my best smile, trying to pretend that I’m not still thinking about those sounds I heard coming from the shower. “I was talking to myself. Just second-guessing my outfit, I guess.”
Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses my shoulder and brushes my hair behind my ear. “Well, I would have loved to see you in a pair of short shorts and a tank top tonight, but this dress works too.”
I roll my eyes before pulling away from him and bumping him out of the way with my hip. “I didn’t feel like wearing shorts, Lucas. This dress makes me feel good. If I feel good, then I have a good time and enjoy myself. That’s all I want tonight.”
“Me too, baby,” he responds. “We’re going to have a lot of fun. Trust me.”
I start walking into the hallway, but feel his hand slide up my dress, slipping a finger inside of me. I stop right outside of my room and swallow. Closing my eyes, I begin imagining it were Alex.
“Holy shit, you are wet!” Wrapping his arm around my waist, he starts sliding his finger in and out, while moaning in my ear. “So damn wet. You’ve never been this wet before.”
Opening my eyes, I look over to see Alex leaning against the wall next to his door, with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes wander down to Lucas’ hand and then up to meet my eyes.
Out of instinct I push Lucas away and pull my dress down to cover my ass back up. My heart is pounding like crazy. “Holy shit, Alex. I didn’t know you were out here.”
Lucas doesn’t even seem to care that Alex just witnessed him fingering me. I bet he wouldn’t be too happy to find out that Alex is the real reason I was already wet and not because of him.
He sucks his finger into his mouth and smiles at Alex. “Hey, man. People are arriving and there’s some hot chick downstairs looking for you. I told her you were almost ready.”
I can see the aggravation on Alex’s face as he nods his head and walks past us. “Sure, man. Thanks.”
My heart continues to race as I watch Alex quickly descend the stairs to be with a random chick that will get the one thing I have wanted for as long as I can remember, but unlike her, I can’t have.
Clearing my throat, I tilt my head back as Lucas pushes me against the wall and kisses my neck. “Come on, Lucas,” I say stiffly. “People are waiting on us.” Not that I actually care. The truth is I don’t really want to fuck Lucas after seeing the look on Alex’s face. I have no idea what that look meant, but it was enough to make me want to forget it. He seemed bothered by our show.
Lucas spreads my legs open with his thigh, before running a hand up my leg and cupping my mound. “Shit, I’m so horny right now. Is it wrong that the thought of Alex watching me fuck you is turning me on? I might even like to watch him fuck you. Damn, baby.”
I feel a surge of heat shoot through me and can feel the wetness dripping through my bikini bottom now. The thought of Alex and fuck in the same sentence makes it hard to think straight.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “And do you think Alex would like that?” For some reason, I want to hear what he thinks about Alex. He’s been around us enough to know more than anyone.
“Are you kidding me?” He pushes me harder against the wall and kisses my neck again, lost in his lust to have me. “Alex probably fantasizes about fucking you every day… about sticking his dick into your tight little pussy.”
I moan out as he slips his finger back inside and slowly starts pumping. “Damn… so wet and so tight.” He starts pumping faster and harder. “You want Alex to fuck you? Huh, baby? You want him to bust his load inside of you?”
I find myself moaning louder as I picture Alex inside of me.
“Maybe he can slide his hand up this dress later and finger fuck you just like I am. Do you think about doing that with your best friend? Huh? Do you imagine him pushing his fingers deep inside you? The same ones that he holds that tattoo gun with… You like that, huh? All the girls do.” He speeds up again, going as deep as he can and I lose it. My whole body shakes from my orgasm and I have to grip onto Lucas’ shirt to keep from falling.
“Oh fuck!” I try to keep quiet, but the orgasm just seems to keep rolling through me, shaking me to my core. “Damn you, Lucas! You just don’t listen,” I say breathlessly.
“Fuck. That was fast though, baby. You loved it.”
I turn away and focus on catching my breath as the waves slowly begin to stop. He thinks that my orgasm was due to his abilities, but he couldn’t be more wrong. If I didn’t realize how much I wanted to have sex with Alex… well I do now. Lucas just helped confirm it.
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.
She is the author of Wake Up Call, This Regret, Slade, Hemy, Cade, Thrust, and Get Off on the Pain. Victoria is currently working on more releases for 2015.
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5 Stages of Riley Winters by RD Berg
Title: 5 Stages of Riley
Winters
Author: R.D.
Berg
Release Date: Nov 2,
2015
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He left me shattered and mentally scarred. Our
divorce should have healed those emotional wounds. It
didn't.
Nine months have passed, and I am still trying to
piece together my life that was torn to shreds. I am a shell of the person I once
was.
GRIEF -
Shrouds me in a cloak of darkness, isolates me
from family and friends, and barely leaves me treading water. The only thing
keeping me afloat is my rambunctious three-year old son,
River.
FATE -
Brings Liam Bowers into my life. He offers me
everything my ex did not - love, adoration, romance and
peace.
TROUBLE -
Slithers it's way back into my life,
threatening to kidnap the only glimpse of happiness I have
found.
My past and future are colliding, and I am afraid
the only fatality will be...me.
Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this sweet little
poem, that even if you’re not familiar with poetry you can more than likely
recite.
“Tis Better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all.”
You want to know
something?
I hate this poem. Every time I see or hear it I have
to choke back the bile that threatens to escape. It’s collection of strategically
placed words are complete and utter bullshit which people cling to in order to help
them deal with the aftermath of a shitty relationship. What this poem fails to explain
is that in the process of you loving the wrong person, you can subject yourself to a
lifetime of constant pain and misery. It neglects to advise that when you decide to let
this love go, you are left with a plethora of jagged broken pieces that you must
somehow find a way to piece back together; you have to become a seamstress and
learn how to stitch your own heart until its whole again. You are left trying to figure
out the why’s and how’s and what could have-been. Until finally one
day that fragile limb you’ve been standing on breaks … causing you to
fall into the unknown not knowing where to turn. The only thing you know is that
you are alone. Your thoughts of hopelessness and pain are the only company
you keep, and no one, not even the one’s closest to you could possibly
understand. Why, because they have chosen not to travel down the uncertain path
of love. As for me, well my case was special, I loved an asshole so much that
somewhere I unwillingly lost myself. I loved so hard that I was blinded by his
untruths, none of this love I gave was reciprocated, and I paid the major price after I
chose to disembark from his endless circle of disappointment. The price I paid was
not in any monetary value, but my debt was settled by a journey I never wanted or
asked to be a part of. This is my journey back from the dark unforgiving
tunnel we call grief; these are the 5 Stages of Riley
Winters.
RD Berg lives in the great state of Texas with her
three boys who drive her to the brink of insanity most days. She loves to read, write
and watch her two favorite shows, Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead. When
she isn’t enthralled with a novel or a gory show, you can find her in the
stands loudly cheering on her boys at their basketball and football games. She has
three strong beliefs in life; Vanilla cake and Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream
should be a major food group, Halloween should be celebrated every month, and
Harry Potter’s birthday should be a national
holiday.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Damaged & Dangerous by A.J. Downey
Title: Damaged & Dangerous
Series: The Sacred Hearts MC VI
Author: A.J. Downey
Release Date: September 27, 2015
She’s Damaged…
Dani Broussard never imagined that her life would turn out like this. She always thought that her grandfather would be there for her into adulthood and that her high school sweetheart, Jared, would be the man she would marry. That isn’t what happened though. Instead, her grandfather got sick and passed away before Dani saw the age of nineteen. It was just her and Jared until he hooked up with a local MC, The Suicide Kings… Then it was just her. Pig-Pen claimed her body, rules her life, but he would never hold her heart. Kept because of her looks and a particular set of skills unique only to her, Dani has been with The Suicide Kings for the last three years… three long damaging years. She hates it, all of it, the pain the humiliation, the fear… and as strong as Dani is, as clever as she can be, she is quickly finding that death may be the kinder, gentler option rather than live through any more of this hell.
He’s Dangerous…
Red-XIII is, and always will be, a Sacred Hearts man. But for now, he’s a Suicide Kings prospect. Tasked with providing intelligence on the King’s inner workings to his real club, Thirteen has been slowly, quietly and carefully dismantling the King’s operation from the inside out. The situation is dangerous, good thing Thirteen is a dangerous guy but even he can’t be everywhere at once and a couple of missteps have cost the Sacred Hearts dearly. Doubly determined to finish this with no more wreckage or damage to the SHMC, Thirteen is blindsided by his heart when he lays eyes on Dani. A pretty, little thing with long black hair and striking blue eyes. She slays him with one look from her damaged soul and now Thirteen has tasked himself with two missions… Take down The Suicide Kings and get both Dani and himself out alive.
For now those missions run parallel to each other but what happens if they ever end up at odds? The bigger question is, how can he get close to the VP’s Ol’ Lady as a Prospect and not get them both burned?
“How the hell you get that?” he demanded.
“Came through on my personal cell, someone mass-texted it. I
have so many goddamned contacts, I didn’t realize I still had anybody from the
club in it. No worries, my cover is secure. No one saw shit. I don’t leave
things like that lyin’ around.”
D grunted into the phone, “Cops‘re still sittin’ on us.
They still watching you?” he asked.
“If by ‘you’, you mean The Suicide Kings, then yeah.
Unmarked tan cargo van when we pulled in from the run. It’s a good thing
Gordy’s a paranoid fucker and sweeps for listening devices on the regular.
Pretty sure they only got visual. They’ll get tired soon enough and fuck off
onto something bigger and better.”
“Yeah. With our history, they ain’t investigatin’ or cryin’
too hard about our plight.” Dragon sounded both tired and downright pissed off
at that. I didn’t blame him. Chandra deserved a lot better. Reave, too! Don’t
get me wrong. But as a brother, you expect this shit to happen. No women and no
children had been the SHMC motto from the beginning, even before our reformed
ways. We did some gnarly and seriously rancid shit back in the day. Guns,
drugs, gambling – you name it. But we always left the women and children out of
it.
No prostituting, no hitting. Rape was liable to get your
dick chopped off – which is why, no matter how fucking hard, no matter how
often the Suicide Kings tried to get me to join in on one of their trains, it
was no fucking dice. Because very rarely, if ever, were the chicks they were
fucking at all clear-headed or into it.
It bothered me, a whole fuck of a lot, the way these animals
treated their women and I found myself spilling it all. I told D everything
I’d seen going on, everything I could garner about their operation, in effect,
unburdening my soul from all the awful shit I’d been a party to in the name of
the greater good. In the name of spying out our enemy. He was quiet for a long
time on the other end and finally let out a sigh that made him sound like he
felt every single year and every single mile. It’d been weeks since I last
talked to him beyond a short text. The deeper I got in with these fuckers, the
more I was around them, the less opportunity there was for full on
communication.
“Do you need out?” he asked.
My thoughts drifted to Raccoon, to her sharp and calculating
stare as she’d passed me my face mask.
“No man, I’m good. My work ain’t over yet. Not by a long,
flat, mile. It’ll be done when every one of these fuckers is in the ground and
the Suicide Kings ain’t nothin’ but the dust of fuckin’ memory.”
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A Taste of Turkish Delight by Samantha Fontien
The year is 2001, and we find Rubin Miller and his Best Friend, Duncan Peters (Dragonflies Trilogy) in Turkey, dealing with a very troublesome client...
Rubin’s beautiful ‘Mediterranean Goddess’…
Will he have his taste of Turkish Delight?
… Or will she prove to be more than a mouthful, even for our dashing Scottish rogue?
A Taste
Of
Turkish Delight
*This book contains Mature Content and is intended for readers 18+*
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Wee Bookie of Nookie' - A Dip in the Fontien: 'Wee Bookie of Nookie'. (DRAGONFLIES Shorts Book 1)
We take a look at Rubin Miller's infamous 'Wee Bookie of Nookie'
1995 was the year that Rubin Miller (DRAGONFLIES - The Duncan Peters Files.) meets Samantha Fontien, Author of the DRAGONFLIES Series and 'How to catch Butterflies'.
That night, Rubin left a lasting impression on Ms. Fontien... One she would write about... Well four dirty chapters at least...
WARNING !! This work contains EXPLICIT SEX SCENES and is recommended for readers 18+
The year is 1982, Rubin Miller (Dragonflies Trilogy) is attending Cambridge University with his Best Friend Duncan Peters (DF Trilogy).
Here we find our lovable Scottish rogue with his eyes on two friends…
‘Alegria and Beatrice’.
Rubin like any eighteen year old, thinks he knows everything – thinking he is a man of the world and tries his luck bedding these two vixens in his normal Miller fashion…
He charms more than the panties off Alegria and Beatrice, leaving Rubin with an insatiable appetite for ménage à trios along with other things…
I'm a Happily Married, MUM of 2 very loved children. Both now teenagers… so far (fingers crossed) great ones.
I LOVE Music… I should do as I am the daughter of Musicians; I was reared with a Guitar in one hand and a pen in the other.
I'm originally from London and am now living somewhere, in the Irish countryside, with cows (the four legged kind) as neighbours.
I'm originally from London and am now living somewhere, in the Irish countryside, with cows (the four legged kind) as neighbours.
I’ve had the big high-flying career and gave it and London. up ‘for LOVE’ (yep sucker lol).
I began writing professionally in January 2013 and now I’m releasing my eighth book.
I write fun, naughty, not so hearts and flowers stories.
My all time favorite writing hero is Clive Cussler. I love action and suspense, which probably influences my own writing greatly; hence I’m NOT a hearts and flowers kind of girl.
I love humour and try to use it as often as I can in any situation… I think life is too short to NOT try anything new. I’m a fun, loyal person and believe in Karma, so I try to treat people how I would like to be treated… after all, it takes much more to be nasty to someone rather than just to be nice…
My books contains Heartache, drama and Mature scenes and are recommended for readers 18+
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