Monday, March 25, 2019

His Secret Love by Anya Summers #Romance #Giveaway @GoddessFish



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Meghan Mallory has a plan for her life and it does not involve falling in love. She doesn’t have the time nor the inclination. She’s too busy trying to save the world. But when a freak snowstorm puts her in the path of a man she has secretly been fascinated with for years, she is forced to reconsider her stance on dating. Spencer is rude and obnoxious with his bad boy swagger but then he rescues her when she gets stranded on the side of the road, like a knight in tarnished armor, and sweeps her away to his house to ride out the blizzard.



Spencer Collins likes his life just fine, thank you very much. As the owner of the lifestyle club Cuffs & Spurs in Jackson Hole, he has a bevy of available subs who are his to command – not that any of them have held his interest in longer than he can remember. When his best friend’s sister-in-law gets herself into trouble, Spencer heads out to rescue the little brat who is in need of a firm hand. But he never expects to be forced to confront the incendiary heat that has always existed between them.



As the storm rages around them, they surrender to a passion hotter than the sun. Now that he has felt her surrender, Spencer attempts to lure Meghan into his world. But will they let go of their pasts or will they allow secrets to destroy them?


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“You’re wasting time. If we don’t get a move on, we’ll both be stuck out in this mess. Just leave it. No one’s going to mess with it.”



She hefted the bag and slammed the car door before she whirled on him. Snow and wind battered her face as she glared at him. “First of all, I didn’t ask for your assistance although I am grateful for it. Second, some of this equipment is worth more than my car so there’s no way I’m leaving it behind to freeze, and wind up losing my job. Third, what crawled up your ass today? Or any day, for that matter? Would it kill you to, I don’t know, not be a complete asshole?”



Spencer’s full mouth, framed by his black beard, firmed into a hard line and he glowered. The man made curling up with a mountain lion seem downright appealing.



“Depends on the day. Give me those and get your ass in the truck.” He didn’t ask, just reached out and removed the bags from her hands before he stomped up the embankment to his big black monster truck. Even trussed up as he was in his black parka, she could detect the power in him. It emanated from him, was an integral part of his essence. His confident strides were long and chock-full of determined purpose. His jeans carried a fine dusting of snow.



Meghan locked the car with her key fob, then slogged up the embankment behind him. In the last two hours at least another three inches of snow had fallen, blanketing the ground in a sea of white. If she remembered the weatherman’s forecast correctly, they were predicting over two feet. At least her hiking boots were suitable for snow and her thick parka insulated her well enough.



Spencer had already tossed her bags in the back seat and had the passenger door open for her when she stepped up beside him. Before she could comment on his rescue, needle him as was her fashion, his big hands gripped her waist. The simple touch acted like a lightning rod slashing her composure, making her slow to react. He lifted her up, shoved her inside, and dumped her rather curtly so that her butt plopped onto the leather bucket seat. The snarky—and most likely bitchy—remark stuck in her throat. Their gazes clashed and a jolt of unbidden desire razored through her system. It left her breathless and shaken. And, if anything, Spencer’s face hardened even further into a stern mask of disapproval, like he was in a competition with Mount Rushmore for whose face looked more like stone. With a scowl furrowing his black brows, Spencer retreated as if she’d burned him.



“Buckle up,” he commanded and slammed the door shut.



She curled her hands into fists, even as warmth from his heater spread through her. The man had the proclivity and seemed hellishly bent on driving her to physical violence. And why, oh why in the holy hell did her body respond to him the way it did? Every. Time. It was like sticking her finger in an electrical socket.



She didn’t even like the overbearing jerk. But tell that to her body and girly bits. They sure as hell didn’t see it that way. Her damn fool hormones would prefer she cozy up to him and give him carte blanche permission to do whatever naughty things he could cook up. Word around the sub club campfire was that the man knew how to cook… and then some.



He vaulted into the driver’s side seat without a word, shifted the vehicle into drive and steered the behemoth truck back onto the road. He was traveling in the opposite direction from Carter’s house. It was on the tip of her tongue to correct him but Spencer saved her the headache as he piloted the truck around snow drifts and over slick stretches of road where the pavement disappeared entirely beneath a blanket of snow. His wipers swished furiously on high, headlights and floodlights on to illuminate the path forward. Not that it did much good in the white out conditions. Visibility was at zero. They could see about ten feet in front of his truck and that was all.



He placed his phone to his ear. “Carter. I found her. Roads are too bad to make it out to your place tonight. I’ll take her to mine and she can weather the storm there. Yep, will do.”



His place? He was taking her to his place? They were going to be in the same location, alone, the two of them, without supervision? Would they survive the night without strangling each other?



About the Author: Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.



Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.



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Friday, March 15, 2019

Initiation (Wolf Pack 1) is now available on Amazon #NewAdult #Gay #Romance @ChangelingPress




Initiation (Wolf Pack 1) is now available at Amazon. 

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Can Bleu get over his fears to make his dream romance come true?

Bleu has always lusted after Grey, but Grey isn’t interested until he pledges Agéli Lýkon in college. The wolf pack fraternity says he must choose a human and bind him for life. Animal instinct tells Grey that Bleu is his for the claiming. But will Bleu want to spend the rest of his life in submission to a big bad wolf?





EXCERPT


Initiation (Wolf Pack 1)
Gale Stanley
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley
Bleu Davis often wondered if destiny had brought him and Grey Davies together.
Although they were polar opposites, Bleu and Grey became best friends. Propinquity, their parents decided, the tendency for people to form friendships with those whom they encounter often. After all, they lived on the same street and their mothers became pregnant at the same time. The boys were born on the same day and both were named for the color of their eyes. The two families became inseparable. Play dates were arranged and often the families traveled together.
Grey and Bleu’s birthdays and surnames insured that they attended the same classes from kindergarten through middle school. In high school, they started drifting apart. Grey developed into a talented athlete, good in every sport. He was intelligent as well, but preferred to spend his time partying or playing sports. He relied on Bleu, the unathletic scholar, to help him keep his grades up. Grey took advantage of Bleu’s kind nature in other ways as well, repeatedly asking for favors, without returning them or showing gratitude.
Grey’s ego grew as big as the Keystone State. Sometimes he was obnoxiously arrogant, demanding what he wanted and pointing out Bleu’s flaws when Bleu couldn’t deliver. Bleu accepted this treatment, just as he accepted his place as sidekick to the more popular and charismatic Grey.
Bleu knew he was being taken for granted, but he never refused Grey. He felt Grey was destined to be an important person and his needs were more important than Bleu’s. But the real reason was harder to face.
Bleu had feelings for Grey, but he’d been suppressing them for a long time. He couldn’t accept the fact that he might be gay. After all, he dated girls, and had even kissed a few. The kisses were mechanical. “I just haven’t found the right one yet,” Bleu told himself.
But the person Bleu thought about when he masturbated was Grey. He’d imagine himself kissing and touching his friend until he got an erection. It didn’t take long. Then he’d stroke and tug until he came. It felt good, but it didn’t make him happy, because he knew Grey would be disgusted. He always promised himself he wouldn’t do it again, but it didn’t change anything, because what he really wanted, what he really needed, was Grey.
Then one night they were studying in Grey’s bedroom and Bleu almost revealed his secret.
Grey pushed the chair back from his desk and stood. He stretched and grabbed his crotch. “Fuck, I’m horny.”
Bleu was lying on Grey’s bed, his head propped up on two pillows. Programmed to echo Grey, he muttered, “Yeah, me too.” But he kept his eyes on his book.
Grey grabbed Bleu’s book and tossed it aside. “Great. Let’s jerk off.”
Bleu was shaken to the core. He made a grab for his book. “Stop messing around. I have finals tomorrow.”
“And trust me, you’ll concentrate much better after you come.”
Bleu’s face heated. “That’s private. Something I do at home alone.”
“But it’s more fun doing it with somebody.” Grey gave him a sly look. “All the guys whack off together. It doesn’t mean they’re gay.” He paused, waiting for a response.
Bleu feigned disinterest. “I’m not in the mood.”
“I’ll get you in the mood.”
Grey pulled off his jeans and then climbed onto Bleu and straddled his hips. He unzipped Bleu and had his cock in his hand in less than five seconds. “See, you’re hard already.”
Part of Bleu wanted Grey to stop, but the other part wanted this to go on forever. He made a halfhearted attempt to shove Grey off. “Stop playing.”
Grey tugged on Bleu’s cock. “You like this, don’t you?”
How could Bleu deny it? His dick was throbbing and he was already leaking precum.
Grey rubbed the pearly drops of fluid over the head of Bleu’s cock and down the shaft. He fisted Bleu’s cock and slowly stroked the length. A whimper escaped Bleu’s throat and his hips arched.
“Nice.” Grey murmured. “Now you touch my dick the way you would touch yours.”
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Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Shopping for A Billionaire’s Baby by Julia Kent Just 99c for a Limited Time!




Description:

You know what's even better than marrying a billionaire? Having his baby.

We're ready. We've studied and planned, read all the birth and labor books, researched parenting classes, consulted our schedules, and it's time.

And by we I mean me.

Declan's just ready for the "have lots of sex" part. More than ready.

But there's just one problem: my husband and his brother have this little obsession with competition.

And by little, I mean stupid.

That's right.

We're not just about to try to bring a new human being into the world.

We have to do it better, Faster, Stronger.

Harder.

McCormick men don't just have babies.

They engage in competitive billionaire Babythons.

I thought the hardest part about getting pregnant would be dealing with my grandchild-crazed mother, who will go nuts shopping for a billionaire's baby.

Wrong.

Between conception issues, my mother's desire to talk to the baby through a hoo-haw cam, a childbirth class led by a drill sergeant and a father-in-law determined to sign the kid up for prep school before Declan even pulls out, my pregnancy has turned out to be one ordeal after the other.

But it's nothing -- nothing -- compared to the actual birth.

Shopping for a Billionaire's Baby is the newest book in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series and is a 400+ page full-length novel.



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Excerpt:

First morning urine is precious cargo. My Kegel muscles kick in and I halt midstream, panicking, my wet thighs making me slip slightly forward on the toilet seat, and– 

I drop the test into the toilet.

“DAMN!” I scream. My vaginal wall muscles are clamped down like the Hoover Dam holding back an unexpected early thaw, and I involuntarily shake the urine off my hand, flinging droplets all over the rest of me. I jump up, turn around, and try to retrieve the ruined test.

Just then, a whuff of cold air assaults my bare ass. Declan has apparently opened the bathroom door. 

“What’s wrong? I heard you scream. Are you...” His voice trails off as I look at him, hand in the toilet, naked ass on display, single-handedly proving that taking a pregnancy test is, in fact, rocket science after all.

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” he says softly, closing the door before bursting into laughter.

Now I know why they sell pregnancy tests in packages of two.




Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.


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Friday, March 8, 2019

Release Day! Initiation (Wolf Pack 1) by Gale Stanley #Gay #NewAdult #PNR @ChangelingPress




Initiation (Wolf Pack 1) releases today at Changeling Press. Get a 15% discount on all new releases.



Initiation (Wolf Pack 1)
Author: Gale Stanley
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BLURB:

Bleu has always lusted after Grey, but Grey isn’t interested until he pledges Agéli Lýkon in college. The wolf pack fraternity says he must choose a human and bind him for life. Animal instinct tells Grey that Bleu is his for the claiming. But will Bleu want to spend the rest of his life in submission to a big bad wolf.



EXCERPT:

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Bleu Davis often wondered if destiny had brought him and Grey Davies together.

Although they were polar opposites, Bleu and Grey became best friends. Propinquity, their parents decided, the tendency for people to form friendships with those whom they encounter often. After all, they lived on the same street and their mothers became pregnant at the same time. The boys were born on the same day and both were named for the color of their eyes. The two families became inseparable. Play dates were arranged and often the families traveled together.

Grey and Bleu’s birthdays and surnames insured that they attended the same classes from kindergarten through middle school. In high school, they started drifting apart. Grey developed into a talented athlete, good in every sport. He was intelligent as well, but preferred to spend his time partying or playing sports. He relied on Bleu, the unathletic scholar, to help him keep his grades up. Grey took advantage of Bleu’s kind nature in other ways as well, repeatedly asking for favors, without returning them or showing gratitude.
Grey’s ego grew as big as the Keystone State. Sometimes he was obnoxiously arrogant, demanding what he wanted and pointing out Bleu’s flaws when Bleu couldn’t deliver. Bleu accepted this treatment, just as he accepted his place as sidekick to the more popular and charismatic Grey.
Bleu knew he was being taken for granted, but he never refused Grey. He felt Grey was destined to be an important person and his needs were more important than Bleu’s. But the real reason was harder to face.

Bleu had feelings for Grey, but he’d been suppressing them for a long time. He couldn’t accept the fact that he might be gay. After all, he dated girls, and had even kissed a few. The kisses were mechanical. “I just haven’t found the right one yet,” Bleu told himself.

But the person Bleu thought about when he masturbated was Grey. He’d imagine himself kissing and touching his friend until he got an erection. It didn’t take long. Then he’d stroke and tug until he came. It felt good, but it didn’t make him happy, because he knew Grey would be disgusted. He always promised himself he wouldn’t do it again, but it didn’t change anything, because what he really wanted, what he really needed, was Grey.
Then one night they were studying in Grey’s bedroom and Bleu almost revealed his secret.

Grey pushed the chair back from his desk and stood. He stretched and grabbed his crotch. “Fuck, I’m horny.”

Bleu was lying on Grey’s bed, his head propped up on two pillows. Programmed to echo Grey, he muttered, “Yeah, me too.” But he kept his eyes on his book.

Grey grabbed Bleu’s book and tossed it aside. “Great. Let’s jerk off.”

Bleu was shaken to the core. He made a grab for his book. “Stop messing around. I have finals tomorrow.”

“And trust me, you’ll concentrate much better after you come.”

Bleu’s face heated. “That’s private. Something I do at home alone.”
“But it’s more fun doing it with somebody.” Grey gave him a sly look. “All the guys whack off together. It doesn’t mean they’re gay.” He paused, waiting for a response.

Bleu feigned disinterest. “I’m not in the mood.”

“I’ll get you in the mood.”

Grey pulled off his jeans and then climbed onto Bleu and straddled his hips. He unzipped Bleu and had his cock in his hand in less than five seconds. “See, you’re hard already.”

Part of Bleu wanted Grey to stop, but the other part wanted this to go on forever. He made a halfhearted attempt to shove Grey off. “Stop playing.”
Grey tugged on Bleu’s cock. “You like this, don’t you?”

How could Bleu deny it? His dick was throbbing and he was already leaking precum.

Grey rubbed the pearly drops of fluid over the head of Bleu’s cock and down the shaft. He fisted Bleu’s cock and slowly stroked the length. A whimper escaped Bleu’s throat and his hips arched.

“Nice.” Grey murmured. “Now you touch my dick the way you would touch yours.”

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.



Out Now! Cuffs and Kink (A Bad Boy Romance 2) by Harley Wylde #NewAdult @ChangelingPress




Cuffs and Kink (A Bad Boy Romance 2) by Harley Wylde releases today at Changeling Press. Get a 15% discount on all new releases.


Cuffs and Kink (A Bad Boy Romance 2)
Author: Harley Wylde, Jessica Coulter Smith
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Bryan Keller

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Ty: It was no secret I was a manwhore and enjoyed my fair share of women. More than one woman had tried to pin me down over the years, but no way was the noose of matrimony slipping around my neck. I was a fuck 'em and leave 'em kind of guy, and I liked my life just the way it was. Badge bunnies fell into my bed in droves, even the ones who liked to play innocent, but there was one type of woman I'd always avoided -- virgins. Which makes things a little awkward when hot little Josie Wright, the reverend's daughter, makes me harder than I've ever been before. Just one look at those slender legs and perky tits and all I can think about is being balls deep inside of her, but good girls like Josie don't hang out with bad boys like me.

Josie: I've always had the perfect life -- loving parents and a stable home life. Until now. When my father told me I was to marry Reverend Falks, a man thirty years my senior, in exchange for our church getting a new roof, I was sure he had to be kidding, but the good reverend has told me in no uncertain terms that he plans to keep me barefoot and pregnant, along with some other details that make my stomach queasy. I'll do anything to avoid my fate, even if it means falling into Officer Ty Daniels' bed. Except once I'm there, I don't want to leave. He makes me feel things I've never experienced before, and for the first time in my life I'm realizing that maybe it's good to be a little bad.
Warning: This story contains one dirty talking hunky police officer, a sweet and innocent reverend's daughter, and lots of steamy sex. Being bad has never been so good.
Publisher's Note: Harley Wylde is the "wilder" side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith. Visit Jessica's website at jessicacoultersmith.com. You can find Harley online at harleywylde.com.

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Cuffs and Kink (A Bad Boy Romance)
Harley Wylde
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2016 Harley Wylde

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Holy fuck! It had obviously been too long since I'd gotten laid if little Josie Wright had my dick standing at attention. She couldn't be more than twenty, and her prim and proper attire always made her look even younger. At least, that was normally the case, but it seemed the reverend's daughter was taking a walk on the wild side in her short shorts and barely-there halter top. How the hell had she escaped her parents' house looking like that?
She normally looked more like a boy than a woman, but fuck if those shorts didn't hug slender curves. The shirt was molded to her, showing off breasts that looked perky even if they were on the small side. I'd always been into stacked women, but for some reason those understated curves of hers were making me harder than hell.

I needed to avert my eyes and get my monster cock under control. Walking around town with my dick tenting my uniform trousers was probably not a good idea. I was pretty sure if anyone knew it was Josie who'd given me wood, I'd be run out of town by the end of the day. Hell, I had to be a dozen years her senior, but fuck if my dick cared right now. Had she really been hiding that body all this time? I glanced her way again and saw her talking to some of the boys from the local college. She was better off with someone closer to her age, even if I did want to bend her over the hood of that little VW Beetle she tooled around in every day. That ivory skin of hers would look hot against the cherry red paint.

She laughed at something they said and the sound carried on the breeze. It reminded me of damn fairies, it was so light. My cock jerked against my zipper, and I discreetly adjusted myself. If I didn't get the hell back into my cruiser and away from Josie, I was going to end up embarrassing myself. Hell, I was already embarrassed that a slip of a woman had me harder than I'd ever been before. And knowing that prim and proper Josie was more than likely a virgin just made matters worse. I'd always steered clear of innocent women, but I would have loved to corrupt her.

An image of her bound to my bed flashed in my mind, and I groaned as I reached for my cock again.
I was just about to slide into my vehicle when the tone of her voice changed. Her harsh, urgent tones had me turning her way again. One of the guys had her hands shackled behind her in his massive grip while the other leaned into her space. When I saw him fondle her breasts and her struggle to break free, I found myself slamming the car door and charging down the street. His lips were on her neck as his hands pawed at her, and without thought I reached out and grabbed him by the back of his neck, slamming him facedown onto the back of her Beetle.

"I believe Miss Wright said no."

"What the fuck, man?" the dickhead whined. "We were just having some fun."

"I suggest you have fun somewhere else, because if I catch you having that kind of fun in my town again I'm hauling your asses to jail for attempted rape. I have no doubt that's where you intended to take things. Maybe not here in the middle of the street, but once you'd managed to get her alone. Isn't that right?"

The second guy held his hands in the air and backed away. "It was just a bit of fun, officer. She's not worth the trouble."

The one in my grasp struggled to break free, but I slammed him against the car again. His face was turning almost the same color as her paint job, and I smiled grimly. Josie looked at me with wide eyes as she massaged her wrists. I saw the angry red marks where they'd held her too tight, and it made me want to lash out at the asshole in my grip.

"What do you say, Miss Wright? Are you pressing charges? I doubt I could nail them for attempted rape, but definitely for assault."

She shook her head, and I noticed her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. Fuck me. My heart twisted in my chest at that innocent face looking so crushed. If she'd known what would happen, I'm betting she wouldn't have worn those clothes outside of her house today. Hell, I was the law and even I was hard as a fence post just looking at her. Men should be able to control themselves better, and most of us could. A woman had every right to wear whatever she wanted. But there was always a dickhead in the bunch. Or in this case, two.

"Looks like you're free to go, asshole, but steer clear of Josie. You hear me?"
I released him, and he took off down the street without even a backward glance. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd pissed himself at some point. Once I was certain he was gone and wouldn't cause more problems, I turned to face Josie. Before I could even open my mouth to ask if she was okay, she launched herself into my arms, plastering that sweet body against me. Yeah, if I'd been hard before, I was a fucking steel post now. There was no way she didn't feel the effects of her body against mine. Surely even Josie Wright wasn't that innocent.

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