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Monday, April 17, 2017
Random Reveal . . . Wicked Revenge by Zoey Derrick
Friday, April 7, 2017
Random Reveal . . . Trashy Foreplay by Gemma James
Trashy Foreplay by Gemma James releases on June 13th!
Check out this HOT AS HELL cover!
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Blurb:
Never flirt with temptation.
Never lust after what I can’t have.
And never, under any circumstances, screw a married man again.
By the time this story is told, I’ll have failed at all three…
With my heart and reputation in ruins, I can’t afford to make another mistake. Boarding a flight to Seattle is supposed to give me a clean slate, but from the moment Cash Montgomery slides into the seat next to mine, I’m captivated by his steel eyes that see too much. I ache for this stranger in a way I’ve never ached for anyone.
But I didn’t know he was married, and I sure as hell didn’t see the curveball fate had in store. My clean slate in Seattle isn’t so clean after all because my new boss is the man forbidden to me.
And the only man I want.
The only man I’ll do anything for, even if it means breaking the promise I made to myself when I fled my old life in shame.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for a married man, but I did.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Though the subject matter deals with cheating, there are no innocent parties here. Book 1 in the Trashy Affair series.
About the Author:
Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”
She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.
Connect with Gemma:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorgemmajames/
Twitter: www.twitter.com/gemmajames80
Website: www.authorgemmajames.com
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2eW8W5X
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/gemmajames
Newsletter: http://authorgemmajames.com/newsletter/
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Random Release . . . To Hell In A Coach Bag by MJ Schiller
"They
may be on the road to Hell, but at least they’d enjoy the trip."
Four Midwest lunch ladies on a cross-country road trip...
Danielle (Dani)- is the widow who can’t shake a chance
run-in with a spectacular looking roadie.
Samantha (Sam)- is the wild cannon divorcee who has broken
more hearts than hockey players have broken noses.
Alexis (Alex)- is their coworker and along for the ride to
escape from tension at home between her and her recently unemployed husband.
And what about Maxine (Max?)- Mid-life hormones have turned the
Boss Lady into a raving sex addict.
Though she is in love with her husband, her insatiable appetite is
making her miserable.
Could their destination be Love?
Two women whose marriages are on the rocks. Will time apart
from their spouses help them weather their matrimonial storms?
Two single women who equate love with pain. But when a twist
of fate reunites Dani with her roadie, will she have the guts to open up to
Tucker and perhaps start a new relationship? And when Sam discovers that Kyle,
the Canadian referee she met at the same rock concert, is in town for a
Colorado Avalanche game, she may find that her own broken heart has a chance at
mending.
But even Shakespeare knew “the course of true love never did run
smooth.”
What can save Alex’s marriage when her hubby’s driving her
crazy? How can Max ever feel close to her man again when he never puts out? And
just when Dani and Tucker are getting close, dreams of Darren’s death begin to
haunt her. Can she move past them? And what about Sam? Although Kyle’s logged
some serious ice time, her cold shoulder may put his heart in perma-freeze.
Is happiness around the next corner? Or are these four women simply
headed TO HELL IN A COACH BAG?
Excerpt:
The heads popped up in unison, and Maxine stared at Sam who was pale as a
ghost. "I am so sorry."
"That's okay," Sam answered quickly.
"Okay?" Alex screamed. "That's a four-hundred-dollar Coach
purse."
That got my attention. I stuck out my head. "Excuse me, ladies, but
I couldn't help but overhear. Did you say four-hundred-dollar purse?"
"Oh, Tucker," Maxine wailed, grabbing ahold of my shirt with
both fists. "You have to get
that purse."
"O-o-okay." Was she the next to crack? I started to leave, but
Max called me back.
"Oh, and Tucker, be careful."
"I will," I replied, bewildered. It wasn't like I was going to
have to scale the edge of the building to get it. There were stairs.
It was not until I got below that I understood her statement. The
billion-dollar purse was stuck on a tree branch hanging over a muddy ravine
separating the tennis courts from the outer courtyard. Here and there, quaint
little bridges crossed the ravine. There had been some recent mountain storms,
and it was plenty full at that point. I looked up to the balcony where the
three women watched me.
"How much did you say this purse cost?" I yelled.
"Four-hundred dollars," they yelled in unison.
As I leaned against the tree trunk and took off my loafers, I glared at
them, wondering about the twisty path that brought me to this. I jumped and
caught a low branch, then muscled my way to sit on it.
"Oh, my!" Maxine exclaimed.
I analyzed the branch the purse was hooked on and noted no branches were near
enough to reach it. One above it appeared questionable, with patches of
stripped bark. I climbed higher, hoping to angle my way down, and finally made
it to a position where I was directly above it. I laid flat on the branch,
holding on with one hand. The other I tried to extend to the purse. I was
within inches. Pushing a little farther, I leaned to my right and gave my reach
the added inch, and I snagged it.
"Got it!" I called triumphantly. But as I did, my weight
carried me around the branch, and I found myself hanging upside down, with my
arms and legs wrapped around the branch. Squeals of delight came from the
Musketeers, but I ignored them and concentrated on my predicament.
I needed to free my hands to walk myself back in, so I stuck the handle of
the purse in my mouth, careful not to leave bite marks on the expensive
leather. But when I returned my hand to the branch, an unpleasant noise sounded
over the rush of the water below. I prayed the crack came from another branch, and held very still, just in case.
To my relief, nothing happened.
Until I began to inch back toward the trunk, at which point a very loud CRACK rent the air. Oh shit. My stomach
lurched as I fell through the air, hitting several smaller branches on my way
down. I landed with a thud on the soggy bank.
From above came a threefold gasp, followed by a hushed silence.
I assessed my condition, moving to determine if anything was broken. Sore
yes, broken no. So, I rose, covered in mud like a horror movie swamp monster.
It was smeared on my face, in my hair, and all over my white shirt. I held out
my hands as they dripped and looked at my trio of spectators.
"Oh, good. You still have it," Sam yelled happily.
Meet MJ:
M.J. Schiller is a lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-two-year-old and three twenty-year-olds. That's right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.
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