Showing posts with label Romantic Suspense. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romantic Suspense. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Release Blitz: Racing Hearts

Racing Hearts by Nova Rain
Published February 19, 2020
Steamy/Romantic Suspense/Medical Drama

Synopsis -

A bold and beautiful street racer. A doctor dedicated to helping anyone…no matter the situation.

A collision of worlds that sends sparks flying.

Monica races into my life on squealing tires and in a cloud of smoke.

She’s a risk-taker and a criminal, one who can’t seem to keep from injuring herself at every turn.

The oath I took when I became a doctor means I can’t turn her away.

The rapid beating of my heart whenever she’s around begs me to pull her closer.

It’s an attraction neither of us can fight.

But things aren’t always what they appear, and her secrets only drag me deeper into a world I’m wholly unprepared for.

What am I willing to risk for a woman who risks everything?

Author Bio:
Nova Rain is an International, Bestselling Romance Author who has a love for creating wondrous, passionate romantic novels with as many twists and turns as a rollercoaster.

Nova was born in North Carolina, but spent a lot of time in Paris, the city of love. As a young adult, Nova always found herself daydreaming and fantasizing about being swept off her feet by a strong, rough bachelor with rock-hard abs and a heart of gold. A man that would fight for her to the ends of the earth and have only eyes for her. An accidental romance that would have them yearning for each other, yet too stubborn to admit it. She expresses these fantasies in her bestselling series Mob Ties.

When she's not locked in her room creating magical novels, Nova spends her time traveling the world with her husband and three children, visiting historic landmarks and museums.

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Release Day Blitz: Fight or Flight

Fight or Flight: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (Hate To Love You Book 1) (Enemies In Love) 

Published February 5, 2020

A talented pilot. A determined reporter. A crash of wills and a spark of flame.

Saving the lives of all the passengers on that plane was just doing my job.

I don’t need or want to be thrust into the limelight as some hero.
Yet, when tenacious reporter Penny Green starts hounding me for the story, instead of finding it annoying, our verbal sparring feels more like foreplay.

My offer to help her isn’t completely selfless—it’s a chance to get her alone and act on the simmering tension between us.

But when fate strikes again and the actions of my past come back to bite me, I’m not the only one caught in the undertow.

Can I save myself and protect Penny from those determined to drag me under?

Author Bio: 
Nova Rain is an International, Bestselling Romance Author who has a love for creating wondrous, passionate romantic novels with as many twists and turns as a rollercoaster.

Nova was born in North Carolina, but spent a lot of time in Paris, the city of love. As a young adult, Nova always found herself daydreaming and fantasizing about being swept off her feet by a strong, rough bachelor with rock-hard abs and a heart of gold. A man that would fight for her to the ends of the earth and have only eyes for her. An accidental romance that would have them yearning for each other, yet too stubborn to admit it. She expresses these fantasies in her bestselling series Mob Ties.

When she's not locked in her room creating magical novels, Nova spends her time traveling the world with her husband and three children, visiting historical landmarks and museums.

Friday, October 26, 2018

Double Release Day Blitz: Chiquita "Keke" Dennie

Love don't Live Here Anymore
Andrew Sisters Book 1
Published October 20, 2018


Vanessa Andrew is done with love. From now on, everyone she meets private life is suspect. All she wants to do is focus on building her Clothing store up, but her plans take an interesting turn when a chance meeting with the handsome owner of the building leaves her confused, frustrated, and her heart pounding. 

Isaiah Reed, a playboy by night and business mogul by day, acquires a nearly defunct property; he has no idea that a curvaceous designer is poised to fight him at every turn. 

Will the pair on opposite sides of a fight join forces in and out of the bedroom or will their head-to-head challenge lead to disaster?

Warning: Short Story, 12k words, fast paced, explicit sex scenes, with a HEA.

Excerpt (Warning: Rated X):

He lowered to his knees as Skin” by Rihanna played in the background. My mystery man ran his hand up and down my legs, thighs, as he began slowly taking off my panties. Goose bumps spread over my skin and butterflies fluttered in my stomach from his warm, soft touch. A trail of kisses placed near and around my pussy, torturing me as I wait for his thick tongue to sink in and bring pure pleasure. He gripped and smacked my pussy not once, but twice.

            “Shit,” I hissed.

            “How does that feel?” he asked.

            “So Good,” I moaned as I clenched the sheets as my juices seeped out slowly.

He stared into my eyes and smiled deviously, pushing my legs further apart toward my chest.

Stiffing his tongue, he dove into my awaiting cave and licked from my asshole to my clit. Plugging his tongue repeatedly in and out as I wiggled around in pleasure and pain.

            “Fuckkk!” I moaned.

Tears formed in my eyes as he pleasured me with not only his tongue, but then a finger while pulling back my hardened clit before sticking his tongue back into my asshole, feverishly taunting me as I cried out, “Suck this pussy baby. Aghhh God.”

            “You feel that baby?” he asked as he sped up his pace. The strange feel of his tongue in my ass brought on an orgasm more significant than any I’ve ever felt before. I try to roll  out of his reach, seeing spots and the room spinning from my pain and pleasure.

“Stop running; you said you could handle me, Miss. Feisty.” He said as he pushed my hand away from his chest.

            “Yessss…MhmmmFuck, baby, wait!” I yelled out and came so hard I thought squirted in his mouth. I’ve never in life squirted before. Something about this man had me wanting to marry him at the same time beat him because I know he’s done this. With other women.

My body shuddered as I tried to calm down, but he smacked my ass and turned me over in one swift motion. I tried to get up, to prepare, but fell back down, turning my head to see him slide the condom on. I tried to act tough, to make it seem like I could handle his enormous girth as he quickly thrust inside, my brain working to catch up with my current state of bliss.


Janice and Carlo: Captivated by His Love
Published October 26, 2018
Contemporary/Erotica/Urban Fiction


Janice is on a new path after graduating college and living her dreams in the corporate world. She’s managed to handle the dating world with no commitments. After her last relationship in college ended abruptly, she wants to focus on herself and build a solid foundation. Unfortunately for her, the return of her ex-boyfriend isn’t getting her any closer to that goal. 

When she meets Carlo, a mob boss who’s as sexy as he is deadly, she can’t help but be intrigued. But his lifestyle is at direct odds with what she wants in life and love. Carlo, however, isn’t making things easy for her.

She could choose to walk away, but will her decision lead to heartache or to a happily-ever-after?

Warning: Adult Content, steamy sex scenes, violence, sensitive subjects for some readers cause trigger, Spinoff from Antonio and Sabrina series. Recommended to read the Antonio and Sabrina series first for context. Can be read as a standalone.

What's better than a sweet release? Two! Come celebrate with Keke Dennie and slue of other authors that will have you begging for more as both Love Don't Live Here Anymore and Captivated by Love go LIVE!

All times are EST:
4:00-4:30 Malek Montag
4:30-5:00 A.M. Williams, Author
5:00-5:30 Kerry WardSallyann Cole
5:30-6:00 Julie JA Lafrance
6:00-6:30 Lia Peele
6:30-7:00 Trish Williford
7:00-7:30 Mercedes Siler
7:30-8:00 Bebe Harlow
8:00-8:30 Zorha Edwards
8:30-9:00 Thia Finn Cindy Griffin
9:00-9:30 Michael GagainAnne McAllister
9:30-10:00 Author K Williams
10:00-10:30 Keke Dennie
Author Bio:
Chiquita is an Author and Entrepreneur. Born in Memphis, TN, and currently a Los Angeles CA native. Her background in film/tv has taught and shaped her passion for writing with her debut romance novel Antonio and Sabrina Struck In Love. Since its debut, fans have embraced the unconventional love story of Sabrina Washington and Antonio De Luca making Antonio and Sabrina Struck In Love an Amazon Best Seller on the charts in Italian Drama, African American Drama. More to come from 304 Publishing Company a brand new home for indie authors.

Also, follow her other Author page, Keke Renee, and catch her latest releases for Erotic, Dark, Paranormal Romance.


Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Release Blitz: Risky Entaglement

Risky Entanglement by K. A. Harbron
Risky Series Book 2
Published October 2, 2018
Romantic Suspense


We thought our love was invincible – we’re finding out just how wrong we were. The world has another plan for us and it involves tearing us apart at any cost – even murder. 


He gives me everything I have ever wanted, but that doesn’t seem to be enough to keep us together. Doesn’t matter how hard I try, he is ripped from my life and from my heart. What do I do? Fight? Or Flight? Maybe I should just run from the terror that fills our lives now.


My life is spiraling out of control. I know I love Andrea, but can I give her up to save her? My love for her is destroying us both. The dream of a life we had together is slowly becoming the nightmare that unravels us for good. If you love something, set it free. Right?

You've heard from Andi and Rober. Meet Him…Will you survive?

Chapter 1

HIM (Burn baby burn)

“If she doesn’t hurry up, I’ll light it up myself.” I try to find Gina as she darts around the Kids for Keeps shelter sloshing gasoline in every direction. “Damn it, some precision would be nice. She’s going to have to do that side again.” Unbelievable. This never should have taken this long to start. Sitting in my blue Honda Civic across from Site 21 on the Carson property, rolling my finger over the barrel of the lighter, clicking it reflexively, I watch as the little minion reads my mind and corrects her errors in aim.
 “I don’t know what’s worse, watching her try to hurry, or how fucking sloppy she is,” I snarl, not that she can hear me, not that it would stop me from saying it to her face. She goes around the building again to destroy the evidence. Then I wait for her to get back in the car. I know I need to be patient. This is almost like an art form. It has to be done right. I flick the ash off my cigarette before I bring it to my mouth and take a long, satisfying drag. The smoke intermingles with the lyrics floating through the car. Shakin’ Hands by Nickelback.
Perfect fucking song for the upcoming events tonight.
Leaning back in in my seat, I watch as the shadows move outside the vehicle. The sun slides from the sky and drowns light into darkness. A chill from the outside ebbs into the car through the cracked window and raises the hair on my uncovered arms. The blur of a fast-moving shadow toward the back of the building causes my heart to skip even though I know who it is. I stare at the flames as they dance in the evening. With the wind increasing tonight, the smoke from the fire starts to funnel above the building quickly, the combustion eminent as embers start to spark taking flight on the breeze.
It may be cold outside, but lighting this bitch up will be a warming sight. A simple sacrifice. Two sacrifices actually, the building and the girl.
I have the perfect view. I can’t help but celebrate in how good it feels to watch the sparks. The building starts to hum with energy as flames start to lick the sides of the paneling.
That will make for an interesting burn pattern.
“Come on Red, if you don’t hustle you are going to be left here.” Slow as she is, it’s nice that I found someone who was so willing to please me; whether it’s mindless sex or blowing up a building. I watch as my assistant sprints from one side of the building to the other doubling back to be thorough. “Good girl. Pick up the pace.”
 If my window were open a bit more and the wind shifted, I would be able to smell the fumes – revenge and gasoline.
 I look behind me to make sure that there is still no traffic by foot or car passing through the lot’s entrance. There would be no way out or to hide if that happened, and that would definitely fuck with our plan. Debating on who would take interest at this time of evening, we could hypothetically knock them out until we finish, but then it would get messy with a witness.
Just my luck the whore would just show up at random on this site, wouldn’t she? Funny how she thinks it’s hers. This whole concept, this idea – it’s my site. How she ever thought she would get to take privilege in my ideas, my money and turn them into her own personal profit is infuriating. Andrea being a part of this whole cyclone of fucked up, is about to come to an end. Her days where she rides free off my accomplishments are numbered. I don’t care who she is. This isn’t something she gets to claim. It’s mine. If I have to watch her and MY projects go up in smoke and flames — I will.
“Fucking, thieving, women.” Muttering under my breath, I roll down the window and wave the red haired accomplice over to the car to get in. We can’t be here any longer, done or not. She gets in the car, her body and clothes smell of gasoline, wood damage and singed flesh from electrical burns. Huffing she tries to regain control of her breath. Turning toward me, she waits for my response and next instructions expectantly.
She’s such an obedient girl, nothing like Andrea — she was like a wild untamable bitch. That slut couldn’t take a command to save her life. Complete disobedience. This one is like a dog ready to whelp.
She is a vapid girl compared to Andrea, but at least she is compliant. Of course that’s how Andrea would suck you in – she’d blind you to her ways and play with your feelings. Everything to her — a seduction game, even if it wasn’t hers to seduce. Now I get to repay the favor.
Finally deciding to address the expectant woman in my car, I nod and blow smoke onto her lap. She may be too submissive. Waiting on for me to give her the go ahead — like the lapdog she is. Who wouldn’t lose interest in something so willing?
“You went all the way around the property correct? There is no chance that any of 21’s corners won’t catch on to the burn?” stating more than asking the question, I adjust my ball cap reflexively.
She nods her head in affirmation — her eyes are glossy with excitement. I pull out one of my smokes, light it, and give it to her. She takes it graciously as if it’s a gift of diamonds.
“Good girl, Cupcake. I’m proud of you.” I nod once in approval. “What about the car? Did you put the rest of the rags and containers under it?”
“Actually, I did one better. I doused the whole car and used some paint I found around back to help the flames stick. I even put those extra gel canisters under her car. It’s totally gonna blow up big time.”
“I don’t appreciate any deviations from our plan; G, it’s essential that you don’t change anything,” I grumble as I scrub my face. We don’t need to add anything to this. Simple. Get the job done. Get in. Get out. With the smoke really increasing the haze from the ash, the ease to breathe is getting harder even from inside the car. We need to go. Starting the car and reversing, we start to pull away from the ball of fire. The sound of sirens will be filling the air shortly.
“It’s almost pretty,” she says as she watches our work light the sky. The luminosity coming off the building as it progresses in its fiery death, appears as if it’s a lighthouse against a black sea. Even the shadows remind me of a sleeping dragon inhaling its breath. As if a beast is dreaming, about to be shaken awake from the deepest of sleeps.
 I can’t help but smile with anticipation. Proud that we took from them, thrilled that the Kids for Keeps building ignited so quickly. “Ashes, ashes, they will all fall down.” I hum.

Author Bio:

K.A. Harbron is the coffee addicted mastermind behind the suspenseful, slow burn Risky Series. Writing contemporary novels with a twist, you will never start a book and not want to finish it.

If you asked K.A. what her greatest joys are in life, she would tell you first and foremost would be her kiddo, with a close second in creating worlds through her writing. When it’s time to wind down, K.A. Harbron spends her time running, reading, playing at playgrounds, and enjoying shows like Grey’s Anatomy.


Release Day Blitz: Definition of Redemption

Definition of Redemption by Lia Peele
Definition of Book 3
Published October 2, 2018


They were the perfect couple until the day they became the perfect survivors ... 

Six years after suffering two devastating losses Scarlett is on the road to taking her business to another level. For all the things that are going well in her life, her intimate relationships haven’t moved to a level that satisfies her physical and emotional needs.
Putting it simply her personal life sucks. There’s nothing wrong with it, exactly. On the surface everything looks cool but appearances can be deceiving. In Scarlett’s case, they definitely are.

Walking away from the love of his life shatters Dev into a million pieces. Forced to examine his lifestyle, he transforms his attitude and rebuilds himself from the ground up. Opting to live outside the glare of the spotlight, fate intervenes with an early morning phone call that changes the direction of his life yet again.

Scarlett and Dev exist in the separate worlds they created to recover from their obsession with each other. It hasn’t been easy but it works for them.
Everything changes the day a lucrative business contract with a not-yet-revealed financial source complicates the deal of a lifetime for Scarlett and her organization.
When she discovers who’s behind the life-changing opportunity, her worlds collide and force her to confront what she thought was long gone.
Can she find a way forward? More to the point, does she want to?

** Definition of Redemption is book three in the Scarlett and Dev saga and it should be read after Definition of Craving. The Definition series has its roots in the contemporary erotic romance genre. It therefore contains sex and adult language. You've been warned ... just saying! *** 

After Scarlett/March 2012 

A loud groan wakes me with a start, launching me into the day with a ‘Hell, yeah, get the fuck out of bed’ kind of attitude. It was just me groaning. Nothing new there. My sleeping-self insists on a vicarious existence, remembering everything my lucid-self needs to put behind him for the sake of his sanity.
Nothing good has ever come of looking back. Until Scarlett, that was my mantra. Today though, I’ve got a feeling that my subconscious is way ahead of me. That’s why it woke me from a sleep I wasn’t enjoying.
Turning onto my back, I stretch my full length in the King-size bed, smoothing a hand over the empty space beside me. Scarlett’s place. Or it was until I fucked everything up just by being me.
Twelve months ago today we reconnected after a six-year break. Only the break wasn’t from me, it was from my dad. May as well have been me though, because she never knew I loved her back then.
The sound of my ringtone interrupts my meandering thoughts. I’m grateful it did because they were on the verge of taking me back to that place and I can’t let that happen. Not when I’ve spent the last six months recovering from the stench of Demeter’s toxicity.
Squinting at my phone, the lit up screen reveals it’s just after 10 am and I didn’t get to bed until 3 am. That’s one of the drawbacks of managing a club.
“Yeah,” I croak, wanting to stick my head under the covers and get back to sleep.
“Hello, is that Mr Dev Jackson?” the female voice on the other end of the phone asks.
This’d better not be a call centre. I wanna say, “You’re ringing me, shouldn’t you already know who it is?” but instead I play polite, answering, “Yep. How can I help?”
“I’m calling from the Royal Victoria Infirmary in Newcastle. Mr Robert Taylor was brought in earlier this morning and your contact details were found in his wallet identifying you as his next of kin. You need to come here right away, Mr Jackson.”
She pauses while I hold my breath in my throat, my heart galloping in anticipation of her next words.
“Hold on, please. Let me get this straight. Bob is in hospital and … what’s the matter with him?”
“I’m afraid I can’t discuss the situation over the telephone, but if you come to Intensive Care, we can elaborate then.”
Panic grips me and shakes my shoulders. “Whoa, hang on a second. I’m in Brighton, so I’m hours away. What’s wrong with him? Can’t you tell me?” Switching the phone to speaker, I dash through to the bathroom and turn the shower on.
She ignores my question and instead asks another, “How long will it take you to get here?”
Soaping down, I shout over the sound of the water, “I’m not sure. I’ll have to check the train timetable.”
“I see. All I can tell you is that he’s comfortable, but do whatever you can to get here as soon as possible.”
I know she isn’t gonna give me anything else so I click off, soap off, and dry off.
What the hell? He looked fine when he stayed with me last month. We went for a walk along the pier and he managed that just fine. Yeah, he looked tired when we Skyped a couple of days ago, but when I asked, he brushed it off.
Fuck. I should’ve pressed harder, put more pressure on him. This sounds bad and it has my heart battering against my ribs.
Teeth cleaned and a zap of deodorant later, I quickly stuff my essentials into a small suitcase.
Looking around the small flat, I take a second to gather my thoughts. First thing I need to do is to call my deputy manager. I’ll need someone to cover for me.
“Jeez, you’re up early, Dev. S’up?”
“Hey, Ash, need a favour, mate. I’ve had some bad news. Gotta go back to Newcastle. My grandad’s ill.” He doesn’t need to know Bob is my ex-upstairs neighbour.
“You need me to fill in?”
“Yeah, not sure how long I’ll be, but it sounds bad. The hospital wouldn’t tell me.”
“Just go Dev. Taboo’ll be fine. You know that.”
“Yeah, I do.” I glance at my watch. “Catch you later. I’ll be in touch.”
I hang up and check the train timetable on my phone. There’s one in thirty minutes so I lock up and almost run the ten-minute walk from Taboo to the train station.
It’s a five-plus hour trip so I’ll have plenty of time to persecute myself for not insisting Bob should visit the doctor.
To think that all I wanted to do today was place the booze orders and spend the afternoon at the gym in an effort to knock Scarlett out of my head. I wonder if she remembers it’s been a year.
Even if she does, she’d probably rather forget.

* * *

I squeeze his hand, hoping he can hear me. “Remember that time you, me and Ethel went to Whitley Bay for ice cream? We queued for ages, didn’t we? When we eventually got them, there was so much pecan ice cream on Ethel’s cornet it fell on the pavement and she stormed off in a huff.”
He can’t answer me. He’s unconscious, hooked up to a machine that’s keeping him alive. It’s fucking terrible seeing him lying in the hospital bed looking so frail and grey, with a body that’s shrunk in on itself. It’s as though it’s rehearsing for imminent departure.
When I arrived, they told me he’d had a heart attack in the Post Office. I was thankful he was surrounded by people when he collapsed. If it’d happened at home, he could’ve lain there for days on his own.
I explained that I’m his pseudo-grandson and not his next of kin. After travelling practically the length of the country with just my thoughts for company, I showed them my ID and they finally let me in.
Watching him now, machines helping him to breathe and tubes down his throat, I feel helpless. They said he hasn’t got long. Bob’s life can be measured in minutes but I need more than minutes to tell him everything I wanna tell him.
When I was a raggy-arsed nineteen-year-old I bought the flat downstairs from him and Ethel, with no budget to renovate it. Bob taught me patience and a few DIY tricks. Ethel fed me home cooking.
He instilled integrity into me and showed me how a gentleman behaves around women. Ethel used to say she fell in love with Bob when he stood up to give her his seat on the bus.
His shoulder was the one I needed when I fucked everything up with Scarlett.
He did all that, and so much more, for me and I never even told him how much I loved him. Not properly, anyway. I should add selfish fucker to my never-ending list of defective traits.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wrap my hand around his and lift it to my face. He’s freezing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you, the way you were for me. You know I love you and Ethel, don’t you?”
Bob also taught me that real men show their emotions and I should never be ashamed of shedding a few tears. He’d be proud of me now because they’re streaming down my face.
“When you get better, you can take me to the tea dance at the British Legion Club and show me your moves. What d’you say to—”
The alarm sounds on the monitor and it seems like the entire hospital rushes in. I stand back while they work, but I know this is it for Bob.
It’s the first time I’ve seen someone die and it’s fucking horrific.

Author Bio: 

Lia Peele is a British author from the North East of England. 

She’s my alter ego; a creation of my imagination. I resigned from my job so she can write steamy adult contemporary romance. This means I can hide behind her, and she’s given free rein to set my smutty thoughts free.
Author Links:
Facebook Lia's Lair reader group:
Book Sprout:

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...