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Showing posts with label Horror/Thriller. Show all posts
Saturday, October 18, 2025
Friday, August 1, 2025
Wolfsbane Hall by Hazel St. Lewis 💕 Kickstarter Blitz and Deluxe Print Book Giveaway 💕(Romantasy, Romantic Thriller)
She was a monster.
A pathetic girl who would do anything for the one she loved, and unfortunately, the one she loved was far more monstrous than she.
Friday, November 29, 2024
He. by Gregory Pakis 💕 Book Tour and $25 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Erotic Horror)
Val's curiosity is piqued when she starts to receive unusual messages and requests from an anonymous messenger.
Sunday, October 13, 2024
A Little Getaway by Bonnie Traymore 💕 Book Tour, Freebie Offer and $20 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Spicy Suspense Thriller)
Is Kyle preoccupied and distant because of a problem with his development project?
Or is it something worse?
Thursday, December 15, 2022
Friday, February 11, 2022
Color of Blood by Keith Yocum 💕 Book Tour and $20 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Thriller)
In the red dust of the Outback, there is romance - and death - just a sweltering heartbeat away.
Sunday, December 12, 2021
Sunday, November 14, 2021
The Worst Best Friend: A Small Town Romance by Nicole Snow 💕 Book Blitz and $10 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Thriller)
Same man. New secrets. Oh, but that all too familiar tension…
Friday, October 29, 2021
Eternity's Gamble by V.J. Allison 💕 Book Tour and $15 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Paranormal Horror Romance)
Can love beat the odds, or will the dice decide their fate?
Thursday, April 8, 2021
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Saturday, March 2, 2019
Protect Me by Cassandra Hallman & J.L. Beck 💕 Book Blitz & Signed Book Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Thriller)
I needed protection from her heart…
She was my ex-best friends little sister. Shy, gorgeous as hell and did I mention completely off limits.
Well that is until she lands on my doorstep begging me for protection from my brother. She has no idea the kind of world she’s walked into, or that I’m no better of a man then the one searching for her.
But when she offers me her v-card the last thing she has in exchange for protection I cant deny such a tempting offer.
She’s everything I want, and nothing I can have.
When my brother finds out she’s under my protection, that I’ve been hiding her under his nose this whole time he gives me an ultimatum…
Marry her, or kill her…and since there’s no way in hell I’m going to let him kill her I decide to make her mine..forever.
**This is book two in the series but it can be read as a complete standalone. It contains NO-CLIFFHANGERS, NO CHEATING, and has a HEA. It is a dark mafia/crime romance and contains subject matter not suitable for all readers.**
Thursday, December 6, 2018
Twerk by Isobel Blackthorn 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Dark Romantic Thriller)
“Twerk is a page-turning rollercoaster of a ride.”
“Addictive and thoroughly entertaining, Twerk sizzles on every page!”
A regular night in a Las Vegas stripper club is rocked when local punk, Billy, dies having a lap dance. Paramedic, Dwight Creen, is in attendance. Filled with lust beneath his gaze, Amber follows him out to his truck. She’s anticipating sizzling romance but her encounter soon descends into a terrifying and twisted nightmare from which she cannot escape.
Five days pass and it is Lana’s next shift at the stripper club. She’s a fly-in-fly-out stripper paying her way through law school. She’s also Amber’s best friend. Where is Amber? What about Billy? Was it an accident? Suicide? Or murder? Finding neither the police nor the club are taking an interest, she conducts her own inquiries. Meanwhile, she’s the victim of a social-media hate campaign and an ex-boyfriend is sending her death threats. Only, she is sure it isn’t him.
Lana is thrust into a web of lies and deceptions she cannot unravel. Clues point her every which way and everyone is a suspect. She's desperate for the truth about Billy but the person she most needs to speak to is Amber, who has not shown up for her shift.
A steamy romantic thriller filled with mystery, action and suspense, Twerk exposes the working lives of Las Vegas strippers beyond the glamor - the challenges, the rewards, and the risks.
Amber
I didn’t expect to fall in lust.
He’s gorgeous, that is all I know. He wears a uniform and the guy is quite simply drop-dead, freakin’ gorgeous.
I’m leaning, back to the wall, arms folded beneath my skimpy black bra. Ahead of me, Billy sits dead as the proverbial in his seat, in a lap-dance booth. In my side vision, Amy stands in the corridor a few booths down; she’s, blubbering loudly, her barely-dressed body shuddering like she’s freezing or something. Trey, the most rule-bound security guy in Las Vegas, tries to comfort her in that clumsy, inept way of his – at times it can be endearing, but tonight it comes off as just plain creepy.
The lighting is low, the air – warm and stuffy – reeks of cheap perfume, expensive aftershave and a rank undertow of male sweat. The other dancers and their guys have exited in favor of the bar. The DJ chooses this moment to play a little Nicki Minaj, as if to put a seal on the fire coursing through my veins.
Barbie Tingz thuds out through the cheap speaker system; that’s me, that’s us, that’s what they all think of us as we stand tall and shake our bare asses in gossamer-thin G-strings and stripper heels, wasp-waisted like plastic dolls.
The paramedic is not about to give up on poor, dead Billy, yet even I can see there’s no breath, and could hazard a good guess at no accompanying heartbeat, either. Billy-boy is just a limp body and a drool-smeared face. The eyes are a sure giveaway, they always are, wide open and blank like that, fixed on something unseen in the middle distance; there will be no reviving him.
The paramedic grabs Billy’s shoulders, then pulls back, changing his mind. He glances around. “A little help would be nice.”
Trey frees himself from Amy. “Allow me.”
Together they ease poor ol’ dead Billy off his seat and lay him out on the floor on his back. His head flops limply to the side, as if he were inspecting the sticky carpet.
Management, in the form of Jane, storms through the heavy black door to hurry things along. She wants Billy gone. She wants the pathetic, blubbering Amy gone. There are fifty dancers on the floor needing to use these booths to service paying clientele; a cadaver is never going to be good for business.
Hot Foxies is caring like that.
I quickly lose interest in Amy, Billy, the hustle, the lost income, in fact, in the club altogether. My gaze is fixed on the shape of the paramedic’s back and that cute butt that is fortuitously angled straight at me, those taut glutes contracting and releasing as he pumps Billy’s chest.
I didn’t expect to fall in lust.
He’s gorgeous, that is all I know. He wears a uniform and the guy is quite simply drop-dead, freakin’ gorgeous.
I’m leaning, back to the wall, arms folded beneath my skimpy black bra. Ahead of me, Billy sits dead as the proverbial in his seat, in a lap-dance booth. In my side vision, Amy stands in the corridor a few booths down; she’s, blubbering loudly, her barely-dressed body shuddering like she’s freezing or something. Trey, the most rule-bound security guy in Las Vegas, tries to comfort her in that clumsy, inept way of his – at times it can be endearing, but tonight it comes off as just plain creepy.
The lighting is low, the air – warm and stuffy – reeks of cheap perfume, expensive aftershave and a rank undertow of male sweat. The other dancers and their guys have exited in favor of the bar. The DJ chooses this moment to play a little Nicki Minaj, as if to put a seal on the fire coursing through my veins.
Barbie Tingz thuds out through the cheap speaker system; that’s me, that’s us, that’s what they all think of us as we stand tall and shake our bare asses in gossamer-thin G-strings and stripper heels, wasp-waisted like plastic dolls.
The paramedic is not about to give up on poor, dead Billy, yet even I can see there’s no breath, and could hazard a good guess at no accompanying heartbeat, either. Billy-boy is just a limp body and a drool-smeared face. The eyes are a sure giveaway, they always are, wide open and blank like that, fixed on something unseen in the middle distance; there will be no reviving him.
The paramedic grabs Billy’s shoulders, then pulls back, changing his mind. He glances around. “A little help would be nice.”
Trey frees himself from Amy. “Allow me.”
Together they ease poor ol’ dead Billy off his seat and lay him out on the floor on his back. His head flops limply to the side, as if he were inspecting the sticky carpet.
Management, in the form of Jane, storms through the heavy black door to hurry things along. She wants Billy gone. She wants the pathetic, blubbering Amy gone. There are fifty dancers on the floor needing to use these booths to service paying clientele; a cadaver is never going to be good for business.
Hot Foxies is caring like that.
I quickly lose interest in Amy, Billy, the hustle, the lost income, in fact, in the club altogether. My gaze is fixed on the shape of the paramedic’s back and that cute butt that is fortuitously angled straight at me, those taut glutes contracting and releasing as he pumps Billy’s chest.
Saturday, November 10, 2018
Dark Legacy by Trish McCallan and Dark Nightmares by Becca Jameson 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Thriller)
      | Rhys Evans Sixteen years… For sixteen years he’d lived with the certainty that they’d caught the right guy…convicted the right guy…punished the right guy. While life behind bars didn’t make up for what the bastard had done, the families he’d destroyed, or the lives he’d stolen, the fact he’d died a broken, lonely man locked in a cell had been a small comfort. But now Ariel Hamilton was back—the onetime love of his life and the daughter of Dark Fall’s infamous serial killer. She rolled into town with her icy smile, furious eyes and baseless accusations of police corruption. Damn it to hell, Hamilton had been the X-factor killer, he was absolutely certain of that—no matter how desperate Ariel was trying to prove him wrong. Ariel Hamilton Sixteen years… For sixteen years she’d lived with the knowledge her father had been framed, and watched him waste away in prison for crimes he hadn’t committed. Nobody had believed her back then. Even Rhys, the boy she’d loved with all her heart, had walked away. It had been a hard lesson, but she’d learned it well—count on no one. Now she finally had proof of her dad’s innocence. Proof that Dark Falls police department had framed an innocent man and covered it up…were still covering it up. She wasn’t nineteen anymore, she wouldn’t be cowed and ran out of town. She’d stay and fight to clear her father’s name. Even if that meant drawing the real killer out…even if that meant making herself a target and losing a second chance with the only man she’d ever loved. When it came to murder, every avenue was investigated. Assuming the victim had been murdered. Rhys suspected she had been; his instincts had been humming since he’d gotten the call an hour earlier. The location and markings were too damn suspicious for anything else. Unless… unless some malicious prick had found a dead drifter and decided to play a nasty prank on the town. He crunched his way across the first perimeter, his skin and chest tightening beneath the constant furtive glances that followed him. Sevier was waiting at the second perimeter tape—red this time. “You’re late.” There was no accusation in the comment; instead, concern narrowed the light brown eyes studying him. “You okay?” The question stopped Rhys in his tracks and tensed the muscles of his back. Fuck… he’d expected the concern… the questions… those little sideways looks everyone was giving him. He just hadn’t expected them to dig under his skin like slivers of ice. “I’m fine.” He kept his voice neutral, his face blank, and ducked beneath the tape to join Sevier. “When did you start buying into Cantu’s theory of oversharing?” Eric Cantu was Sevier’s partner. He was also the Major Crime unit’s company comic and pop psychologist. Christ, it was bad enough having Cantu mothering the hell out of them, encouraging everyone to express their feelings. Having two dithering hens in the unit would be two too many. Sevier simply shrugged. “The boss fill you in?” “About the carvings? Yeah.” Rhys buried his immediate visceral reaction. But remnants of the nightmare slipped through. A white face frozen in terror… glazed blue eyes… icy blond hair stuck to the snow… a dark red X-9 carved into a bleached-white forehead… He locked down the corresponding surge of rage and horror. Even now, so many years later—those early, raw emotions dug their claws into him sometimes, catching him unprepared. He’d spent the past forty-five minutes drinking coffee and girding himself to make sure they didn’t latch onto him here… now. “Whoever did this… the perp? He’s a mimic. A fucking copycat.” Sevier scowled and blew out a deep breath that hung in the air like a frosty question mark. Rhys grimaced. No shit. While he’d been a clueless kid when Kenneth Hamilton had been carving up young women and dumping their bodies in this section of the Colorado State Forest, he knew many of the detectives who’d been instrumental in catching the bastard. Hell, Gerald Osborn and Craig Patel had been the lead detectives on the case back then. They were sharp as needles, methodical, and unbiased. They didn’t jump to conclusions; they followed the evidence. There was no fucking way Hamilton would have been arrested and convicted without a sea of evidence supporting the case. The bastard had been guilty. There was no question of that in Rhys’s mind. Regardless of how vehemently Ariel had insisted that her father wasn’t the killer… couldn’t possibly be the killer— Rhys swiped a hand down his face. Christ, he needed to get his mind under control. These damn memories were not helping. He sighed and pinched the flesh between his eyebrows. This new victim with her blond hair and blue eyes and the X-10 carved in her forehead had just muddied the Hamilton case significantly. Someone was out to fuck with them. |
 | Nicole Salway left Dark Falls eighteen years ago with no intention of ever returning. Destroyed beyond repair, she closed that chapter of her life for good. But nightmares have plagued her for two decades. Nonsensical nightmares that have kept her from leading a normal life. The Dark Falls police department failed her as a young girl, but now she’s a detective herself, and her hometown needs her help. Returning to the place where it all began could crack open her past and leave her raw and exposed if she’s not careful. Mason England isn’t fond of going undercover without his usual partner, but the state has assigned one of their own detectives to help solve a horrific murder. After all, the victim is the governor’s daughter, and all evidence points to a local club. Mason’s temporary partner takes his breath away the moment she enters the precinct. But Nicole is a conundrum. She guards her secrets close, so close that Mason realizes no one has ever penetrated her walls. Sharing her past with Mason, or anyone, isn’t an option. Nicole does not date. Ever. But Mason is persistent and patient. As Nicole’s past unravels, threatening to destroy her, Mason just might prove capable of grabbing the pieces as they fall and putting her back together again. Nicole had been a detective for six years. She’d worked undercover more times than she could count. This was the first assignment that completely threw her off her game. Thank God, Mason seemed nice enough that he would do his best to ensure she was comfortable, but she really didn’t like putting herself in situations where she was inferior to a man. Ever. He was picking her up from her hotel any minute now, and she was pacing like a sixteen-year-old about to go on her first date. He had said she could wear whatever she wanted, but he’d also implied she might fit in better if she showed a little skin. Apparently, there would be people there wearing anything from jeans and T-shirts to expensive sexy corsets and short tight skirts to…complete nudity. She shuddered and rubbed her arms for the millionth time. She was a grown woman for heaven’s sake. A detective. She could handle just about anything. Blood. Dead bodies. Active shooters. Masked gunmen. Car chases. Heights. The list was long. It didn’t include fetish clubs. Until tonight. At exactly midnight, a knock on her door made her jump. She shook her arms at her sides and took a few deep breaths before peering through the peephole and then opening the door. She hadn’t thought much about how Mason might be dressed, but she was pleasantly surprised to find him in black jeans, a black tee that hugged his pecs to perfection, and black loafers. He’d showered recently. His hair was still damp, and as he stepped into her room, she could smell the clean scent of his soap and shampoo. If this were a date, she would consider herself the luckiest woman alive. He had been attractive from the moment she’d met him, but tonight he was smoking hot. And that smile… The way he looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes. The air between them sizzled and she hadn’t even let him inside the room yet. For several moments, it was impossible to remember this was not a real date. It was a job. Damn. She needed to avert her gaze, school her expression, and shake the wandering thoughts about what his chest might look like from her head. She was on a job. She never ogled men at work. Never. As a rule, she didn’t date anyone she worked with, not even people from another department. Of course, Mason was from another city, so in the long run, he didn’t count. But, looks aside, he had several strikes against him. He was apparently at least somewhat into BDSM. This would never fly with her. He was a detective. She didn’t like to date men who were in her field. It left her feeling like they were in a power struggle. And finally, the guy lived in Dark Falls. That was four hours from Denver. It was also a town she never wanted to return to on a permanent basis. Strike three. With that in mind, she faced him again, only to find him eyeing her from top to bottom. She couldn’t read his expression, so she wasn’t sure how she measured up to his expectations. This is not a date. “Will this work?” she asked, pointing down at the little black dress she’d purchased that afternoon. She was not ordinarily a shopper. She didn’t like crowded stores, and she hated fitting rooms. Online shopping was far more her style. But she hadn’t arrived in Dark Falls with anything she would deem appropriate for tonight, nor did she have time to order something and have it delivered. |
Friday, July 6, 2018
The Nightlong Series by Sarah Michelle Lynch 💕 FREE eBook, Series Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Erotic Thriller)
Cleo wasn’t my real name.
The way I met Dante wasn’t ordinary.
What I was employed to do for him wasn’t romantic.
His job was even more strange.
I fell for a man I hated…
With a passion.
I became someone I hated in the process…
A Mistress.
Only with guts, patience and determination did I survive.
 |  You don’t know my story. You don’t know about the first woman To take my heart. The woman who Bewitched Teased Humiliated And fascinated me. By the end of my tale, you’ll know The real Dante Sinclair, The man behind the myth. You’ll know who my heart belongs to And why I can never give up What I am. The fixer could be fixed BUT To fix me or her . . . ? That is the question. |
 | The highly evocative Nightlong series concludes . . . Love may be the greatest risk The harshest lesson, or The sweetest salve. Love may also be the one True way to overcome Pain, Sadness, All of our grief. I want to chase love But the risks in this instance Are massive and the odds Favour no one. Doom seems our fate, Tragedy looms, inevitable Murder taints the air we breathe. Will love triumph? Or was this never about love . . . |
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