Showing posts with label Horror/Thriller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horror/Thriller. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 26, 2025
Avenge Me by Tamela Miles 💕 Pre-Order Tour and $20 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Paranormal/Horror Romance Anthology)
Wednesday, October 29, 2025
Toil and Trouble: A Romantic Horror Anthology 💕 Book Blast and $10 Gift Card Giveaway 💕
The brew is hot and bubbling over with romance and terror in this twistedly beautiful anthology
Saturday, October 18, 2025
Jenny Kidd by Laury A. Egan 💕 New Release Tour and $10 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (F/F Romantic Suspense)
Enter a world of glittering facades that cloak sexual perversion, art forgery & murder
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
Monday, April 6, 2020
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Sunday, March 22, 2020
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Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Monday, April 22, 2019
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.
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