Don't Let Him Go by Kay Harris 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

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Candace Gleason passed the bar, landed a great job, and is making a killer salary--basically, all of her dreams are coming true. Until she’s assigned to keep the boss’s petulant son out of trouble.

Jack Morrison is the rebellious black sheep of a mighty real estate family. He runs a nonprofit whose mission is to save poor people from evil corporations, like the one his own family owns. He is obnoxious, ridiculously charming, and insanely hot. He is the bane of Candace’s very existence.

Sparks fly from the moment they meet. Candace suddenly has more to worry about than keeping Jack out of jail. She has to keep him out of her heart.

He held his hand out to me. When I didn’t immediately take it, he wiggled his fingers. I relented and put my hand in his as I followed him onto the trail.

“Why are your hands calloused?” I asked.

“I use them a lot,” he explained. “I do projects at the apartment complex, help out some buddies working to renovate other buildings, stuff like that.”

“Figures.”

“Some women find a man that works with his hands to be sexy,” he said, rubbing his thumb along the inside of my wrist.

“And some women find a man in a suit sexy,” I retorted.

“Hmm. I bet I can guess which one you are, Candie.”

“Why do you call me Candie?”

“I like it. It suits you. And I like that I’m the only one who calls you that.”

“You’re not.”

He stopped on the path and cocked his head at me. “I’m not?”

“No. My dad calls me that. When you first did it, I thought maybe you knew him.”

“Hmm. Maybe I should stop then.”

For reasons I would probably never comprehend, I didn’t want him to. “Why?”

Suddenly, Jack pulled me into his arms and moved us both off the trail until my back was up against a giant tree. My head spun as I looked up at him, my breath shallow, my eyes wide.

“I don’t want you to think about your dad when you’re with me,” he said, lowering his head.

I put my hands on either side of his face. He was freshly shaven today, and his skin was deliciously smooth. “I don’t,” I told him.

    

Lustful Longings by Maggie Adams 💕 Release Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(BDSM Romance)

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I have found my dream lover and, appropriately, his name is Morpheus. He has shown me how to be truly free in my sexuality; to trust another human being with my deepest desires; and to love without reservation or fear. We have a true power exchange when we play – no, we do not play, we live! Our lives and our sexual lifestyle have evolved so that one constantly compliments the other. I can’t imagine a happier, more fulfilling life.
Then, my world tilts on its axis.
Reality returns with a vengeance. My lover becomes ill and I find myself fighting for my former, happy life. Morpheus is ambivalent to his fate. He is more concerned with my future happiness without him. His abhorrence to leave me “a Widow” again, alone and afraid, leads him to formulate a plan to send me into the arms of another man. But his desperate longings to see me in passion’s embrace make him take the role of a cuckold. He has picked the man to help me if he should not survive, but it’s a double-edged sword as he forces himself to watch me falling deeper into the arms of the man he has chosen to replace him in all ways.
My guilt and longing for this man sends me to seek the help of an old friend. While I am welcomed with open arms, the lovely Bianca has plans of her own. In the end, it is up to Morpheus to either release me into the arms of new lovers, or allow me to ease his Lustful Longings in a new way.

I lounge upon the chaise, sipping sparkling champagne as the New Year begins. My lover is poised on the tufted velvet arm, his fingers gliding along the exposed skin of my collarbone. The mirrored walls reflect the beauty of our surroundings and the people within. The chandeliers twinkle brightly near the mahogany ceiling, the gilt and glamour of the 1920’s permeates this particular party, and yet, the myriad collection of apparatuses for bondage, pain, and pleasure take up most of the room. A surrealistic interpretation of the predilections (or perhaps peculiarities is a better word), of the Master of House.
And here we sit in the middle of it all, my lover and me. He is adorned in the requisite tuxedo, it is a formal affair after all, with the only nod to the true nature of this gathering, a slim crop in his hand. He told me he really should have a walking stick to complete the outfit, but I wasn’t quite ready for that type of fun yet.
While he was the epitome of formal elegance, I, on the other hand, was resplendent in a red satin Merrywidow with black lace overlay and pretty red bows fastening the finest silk stockings that encased my legs. Black opera gloves covered my hands and arms, pearl bracelets and ruby rings adding charm. The large ruby and gold earrings that swayed when I turned my head and the diamond clip that held back my hair were the real thing.
My Master was a generous man and wanted everyone to know it, so for me it was jewelry; for others, it was a simple offer to one and all to sample the delight he was privileged to call his own. So, I sat with him, the corset pushing up my breasts until my nipples tipped the edge of lace and allowed strangers to rub or pinch “the raspberry perfections” that my Master tasted every night. I didn’t mind. There was something quite exciting about another man or woman touching me while my Master looked on. It stirred the recklessness within me and made our love play more explosive.
I smiled to myself and took a sip of the champagne. If the folks back home could see me now. They would raise scandalous eyebrows to the ceiling, send prayers for my sinful ways in the Sunday sermon, and whisper of the “Merry Widow” at the local Moose club. All would be filled with righteous indignation that someone like me had ever graced their idyllic community.
I parted my legs on the chaise as my Master requested, the warm air hitting my nakedness. The scent of my arousal permeated the air while a woman tentatively touched my slick labia. Yes, the old town would be in an outrage at my debauchery. Especially if I ever published my dear diary. More specifically, if I didn’t change the names to protect the not-so-innocent of their town within the pages of my sexual journal. That’s right; although many wore masks to the dungeon parties, I knew who each member or guest was. After all, my Master owned the most exclusive club in town.
I sighed as a wave of pleasure coursed through me while the young woman licked her fingers. I raised my glass as her companion shouted, “To the Widow and her Morpheus! You make all our dreams come true!”

   

Chased by Clarissa Wild 💕 Release Blitz, 99¢ Sale & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Dark Contemporary Romance)

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I’m filthy rich … and ruthless.
I live for the hunt. The chase.
My desires aren’t exactly normal.
But neither is she … The girl I bought.
She’s innocent and blind.
Perfect for all my wicked needs.
Perfect to prove just how far I’m willing to go.
But there’s just one problem …
I’m falling for her. Deep. Hard. Fast.
Even though I’m the bad guy. The man who keeps her locked away.
I’ll do anything to make her stay.
One thing’s for sure … She will be mine.

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing content that may be offensive to readers.

Her whispers are like a drug to me.
I can’t stop listening, can’t stop fucking zoning out completely as she grabs my leg with those sweet little hands.
Her lips are so close to mine I can almost taste them.
And I want to.
So fucking bad …
God, I haven’t seen or touched her in days, and now she comes out and does this? I’m consumed with the thought of taking her, and for a second, I’m almost tempted to do just that.
Grab her by her waist, tear off her clothes, rip down my zipper, and ram my cock into her dripping wet pussy.
But I know it’s all tricks. All the lies my mind spins to make me feel wanted. To make me feel good.
But I’m not good.
I’m far from it, and she knows it.
When her fingers graze my dick, I grasp her wrist and stop her from moving any closer.
She’s not doing this because she wants me.
She’s doing this because she wants out.
I’m being used. And I don’t like being used.
“Don’t,” I hiss, pushing her away.
She cocks her head, and her tongue dips out again to lick those sweet little lips that I just want to conquer. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
I narrow my eyes, unable to pull away even though I should.
Fuck.
It’s so goddamn wrong.
She’s my prisoner. I shouldn’t want her, yet I do, and now she knows.
When I bought her, I never thought I’d succumb to my desires so easily.
Maybe she’s found my weak spot. Or maybe I’m really looking for salvation, and she’s the only one who can give it to me.
No. I can’t allow it.
“No,” I reply, lying through my teeth.
But I have to make a stand. Have to stop this from happening before it’s too late.
“I don’t believe you,” she says, inching closer again.
I immediately get off the couch, not giving a shit that my dick is rock hard because of her.
I won’t let her find out.

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Stolen Kiss by Karen Tjebben 💕 Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Romantic Suspense)

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A sociopath is on the hunt…

Bret Silva’s handsome face is plastered all over town on placards praising his success. But neither his eyes nor his friendly smile betray the dark beast that lurks within. A beast that requires sacrifices. But one mistake endangers Bret’s survival.

When the men from Savage Security discover a damning photo, they realize that someone has mastered the art of the perfect murder. As their hunt begins, Cole Savage must reconcile his desire for justice with the burning ache in his heart for Julia Romero. Enlisting her help as a realtor, they work together to find a new home for Savage Security while the hunt for the killer continues. As the men discover more victims, they piece together the clues and realize that one of their own may be in the sights of a ruthless killer.

Bella moved her hands to the top button of her shirt and slowly unbuttoned it as she stared into Jack’s eyes. The green of his eyes darkened as her fingers fumbled with the second button, revealing more skin.
“Are you okay with this?” she whispered, her fingers moving to the third button.
Jack nodded. He wanted to tear the shirt apart, send the buttons flying through the air. She was going way too slowly, but watching her expose herself to him was hotter than hell. Needing to do something with his hands, he gripped her hips and shifted her so her legs straddled his body. “Is that better?” he asked, his voice rough with lust.
“Yeah,” she finished unbuttoning the jersey and let it hang open. She’d purposely worn her lacy, white bra that hooked in the front. Keeping her eyes locked on his, her fingers fumbled with the plastic hook centered between her breasts. Bending them, the hook opened and the bra cups loosened. She took a moment just to steady her breath as the lace still clung to the curve of her breasts. Her heart pounded in her chest with the same excitement and anticipation she saw in Jack’s eyes. Then she pulled the bra cups away from her breasts. The cool air against her flesh pebbled her nipples.
Jack swallowed. Although her breasts were exposed, he hadn’t taken his eyes off her face. He kept his hands on her hips, not wanting to rush her. Her dark brown eyes seduced him with their trust and her lips begged for his attention. He eased forward and gently brushed his lips against hers in a kiss filled with the promise of love.
Bella eased into the comfort of his touch and prolonged the kiss, taking his bottom lip into her mouth and nipping it. His moan emboldened her as his hands tightened on her hips and pulled her against him. His hard length was nestled between her legs. She’d noticed his erection through his clothes whenever they’d made out, and she’d wanted to touch it then. But right now, she wanted to press her body against him and feel the heat of him between her legs. She wanted to rock against him and take them both to oblivion.
She moved her hands to cover his, noting the roughness of his skin. He was all man. Strong, masculine, and sexy. Those hands did wonderful things. But most importantly, they’d saved her, literally coaxing her from death’s door. Clutching his hands, she guided them up her abdomen until the bottom of her breasts were centered between his thumb and index finger.
With every beat of Jack’s heart, energy coursed through him and transformed his desire to absolute need. His cock begged to get in on the action. It pressed against the zipper of his pants, long, hard, and ready to stroke her to paradise. His fingertips were mere inches from her nipples. It took everything in him to keep from squeezing her soft breasts or thumbing her nipples.
She broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes. Every sensation was heightened. The steady whoosh of Jack’s breathing sent tiny puffs of heat whirling over her body. The heat of his hands cradling her breasts sent her blood thrumming through her, and her clit pulsed with desire. Her need to grind against him pushed all fear and concern away.
Nodding, with trust in her eyes, she whispered, “Touch me.”