Friday, October 31, 2014

That Man 4 Release

Title: That Man 4 (The Wedding Story Part 1)

Genre: New Adult Erotic Romance

Release Date: October 31, 2014

Cover Artist: Arijana Karcic, Cover It! Designs




Nelle L’Amour’s USA Today bestselling THAT MAN series continues with more laughter, more drama, and more scorchin’ hot Blake Burns.
You are invited to the wedding of the century…
700 guests and counting.
All Blake’s tiger wanted was a small wedding in her parents’ backyard.
But with Blake’s controlling mother calling the shots, not to mention the wedding planner from hell, Jennifer’s patience is tested.
Meanwhile, Blake has to deal with a skeleton in the closet: a jealous, delusional woman from his past who harbors a secret…
A big secret…one that threatens to tear the perfect couple apart.
Will Blake and Jennifer get their happily ever after?
The THAT MAN series concludes with the epic, gripping final episode, coming in December 2014.


About The Author


Nelle L’Amour is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty.

Her books include the highly rated Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire Boxed Set, Undying Love, Gloria’s SecretGloria’s Revenge and the That Man trilogy. Gloria’s Forever, a novella, will be published in Spring 2014.


“Are you ready for part two of this gift?”

My tiger eyed me suspiciously. “And that would be—”

“The fun part. You get to ride me.”

Jen’s face lit up like a little kid about to go on one of those coin-operated mechanical horsey rides. Wasting no time, she tore off my boxers she had on and repositioned herself, straddling my lap with my cock impaled inside her. Gripping her hips, I bucked her hard as she rode me up and down. I hissed. Fuck, yeah! This was good. So fucking good and for both of us. Holding on to my shoulders, she got to control the pace while I got to go as deep and as hard as I could. I repeatedly hit her G-spot with each powerful thrust. She shrieked with pleasure each time I did.

I gazed at her heated face. Her head arched back, she looked so impassioned, and I was mesmerized by the way the dangling earrings I’d just given her shook and shimmered. Quivering as if they were having little orgasms of their own. I was tempted to nibble her lobes but worried in my state of lust I might bite off an earring and swallow it whole.

I gripped her hips tighter as she accelerated her pace. The friction and heat of her rubbing against my thick length felt so fucking amazing.

“Do you like your present?”

“Oh, God, yes!” she panted out. “I’m so close to coming!”

“Good, baby,” I groaned.

On the next deep thrust, she fell apart with a thunderous “Yes” and I could feel her throbbing all around my pulsing cock. Her body shook as I grunted out my own explosive climax and met hers full on. Spent and sweaty, we collapsed onto each other, her arms wrapping around me. We stayed in that position for several sweet minutes as we rode our orgasms out.

Five minutes later, we were nestled side by side, her head resting on my chest. We were almost recovered.  Now close to five, the sun had begun its disappearing act and cast a mellow amber glow.

Jen traced lazy, ticklish circles on my chest. “Baby, I’ll never be able to top that birthday present.”

I playfully flicked the tip of her cute upturned nose. “Don’t worry, you will.”

“Do you have something in mind?”

“Yeah, I do.” I was turning the big three-O.

“How ‘bout a hint?”

“I want to wake up to my wife.”

I felt her jolt against me. “What are you saying, Blake?”

“What I’m saying is that I want to marry you on the day before my birthday.”

“December twentieth? Gosh, Blake. That’s only two months away.”

“Jen, we’ve been engaged for over five months and it’s time to set a date. My mother has been driving me crazy.”

Jen giggled. “Mine too. I keep telling her that we’ve just been too busy at work.”

Which was true. Except I’d checked our calendars and had come to the conclusion that Saturday, the twentieth, would be a perfect time to get married. With Christmas around the corner, most of our SIN-TV productions would be shut down and our offices would be closed until January third—giving us an opportunity to go on a two-week honeymoon. I explained all this to Jen. She agreed. It made total sense.

She rolled on top of me and gave me a hot spontaneous kiss. “Oh my God, Blake, we’re really going to get married!” The excitement in her voice was contagious. I smashed my lips against hers. “Yes, you’re going to become Mrs. Blake Burns, and tonight we’re going to break the news to our parents.”

“My mother is going to be so excited!” Jen beamed. “She’s been planning our wedding forever.”

I didn’t know if Jen could feel my heart skip a beat. I quietly gulped. And so had my mother. Instead of letting her know this, I urged her to take a shower with me and get ready for our dinner.

The future Mrs. Blake Burns had another surprise in store.

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Author: Author R.S. Broadhead
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy/ New Adult
Release Date: October 31st 2014


Reese Salt has had a strenuous past year. Being introduced into a world of monsters, training non stop, fighting against a growing force that terrifies her, and falling in love with her trainer has drained her. Things are not getting better. In fact, they seem to be out of control. After discovering she isn’t entirely human, Reese is afraid to open up to those around her. She sees herself hunted and locked away in a cage. Someone close to her in the group is manipulated by Derek and abandons them to join forces with those they are fighting against. Once finding out that Derek has plans for Sim, Reese brings him to the training camp. This sets things on a downward spiral for her. Feeling betrayed by Steele, she leaves in search of a normal life. A normal life is a hope she can’t have anymore. She is a part of something much greater than she knows. All things keep leading her back to a truth that is just out of her reach. What will it take for her to openly learn what her role is against Derek?
Can Reese accept who she really is? A fight is coming for her, a fight she can’t escape.





About R.S. Broadhead:

I was born and raised in the small town of Jackson, AL, which was chosen as the back drop for my story. Growing up with very little recreational activities I had to do something to help the time pass and make things in my life sound more exciting than what they actually were. That's when it all started....a scrapbook that held a countless number of photos of my friends and me. Of course these were normal photos, but I would take these photos and create an array of different stories that lead into one blossoming fictional world.
I have been married for nine years to a wonderful and very supporting man and have been blessed with two spunky, prissy girls. However, our family wouldn't be complete without our whizzy, gassy Pug. I graduated from Troy University with an undergraduate degree in Psychology and a master's degree in Business Administration.

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Nashville Nights

Save Me From Myself
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Drawn to Lyric despite her inability to trust, he’ll do anything to own her heart. Will secrets and misunderstandings send Lyric running again? Or will David finally save her from herself?  
I watch him as he walks away from me, realizing that even though I’ve only known him a couple of weeks, I’m falling in love with him. So much for that “no relationships” vow I made before moving here. He’s stomped all over it. I just hope he doesn’t stomp all over my heart.

Anna’s arm wraps around my waist, startling me, and she looks as me with narrowed eyes. “What?” I ask her.

“You have total sex hair. Did he screw you into the wall? Or was it his desk?” She is completely serious, and my hands fly up to check my hair.

“I do not have sex hair, Anna!” I respond as I glare at her. “Besides, there was no actual sex. Against the wall or otherwise.”

She fixates on the word “actual”, practically yelling in my ear, “That means there was something! Come on, you have to tell me what happened! He was staring at you from the bar while you were dancing, and I swear, I almost flooded my panties!”

Jesus Christ, this girl is crude! “Anna! What the hell?”

“What?” she asks, trying to look innocent, “You know he’s freaking sex on a stick! Especially when he’s looking at you that way. I wish a guy would look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I can’t believe I just asked her that. I’m not sure I even want to know. Oh, who am I kidding, I desperately want to know!

Anna rolls her eyes, she knows exactly what I’m doing. “Like you’re every birthday and Christmas present he never thought to ask for,” she sighs. My smile is huge because that’s exactly how I feel about him.

“Sometimes, I don’t know how he can be real. He’s pretty much the perfect guy, Anna. How could he possibly want me?”

She just looks at me. “You’re so stupid, Lyric.” I stiffen, but she continues, “Why wouldn’t he want you? You’re funny, smart, loving. The list is pretty much endless. He’s be crazy not to. And he doesn’t strike me as crazy.”

David looks up to see us both staring at him and raises an eyebrow. Anna just grins and waves. He smiles back, then, shaking his head he goes back to helping customers at the bar.

Never Wanted More
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 1.5
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Peyton Williams is spoiled, entitled and a little too stuck up. Wyatt Parker is the boy from the wrong side of town. Spending this semester tutoring a friends snobby roommate wasn’t what he envisioned, but Peyton quickly gets under his skin. Peyton never wanted more until she met Wyatt, but is she willing to be what he needs?  

Wyatt keeps his hand on the small of my back while we walk inside and doesn't remove it until after we've gone to the counter to pay. While we're waiting for our turn on the go-karts, he starts telling me how to operate one.

"The trick with go-karts is to not jerk the wheel. Just be smooth and keep from putting the kart in a bind. In other words, hold your line fairly straight, turn as little as possible but still make the turn as close as possible to the inside."

He's completely serious when he says this but all I can do is gape at him. Those instructions made no sense whatsoever to me, but since I'm pretending like I know exactly what's going on, I nod my head and tell him, "I've got this. Are you ready to get your ass handed to you pretty boy?"

Wyatt steps back, "Pretty boy? I'm no pretty boy babe. If you only knew how untrue that nickname is."

"Untrue? You are a pretty boy. Look at you Wyatt, It's Sunday, you're wearing a button-up collared shirt and nice jeans. I'm wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt. I bet your mom still picks out your clothes doesn't she?"

Lifting an eyebrow, he leans closer to me and says, "Peyton, no one picks out my clothes but me. However, if you'd like to apply for the position, I'll gladly let you play dress up with me."

Oh he knows how to push my buttons. Placing my hands on his very solid chest, I push him back. I'm not stupid; I know he let me push him back. He's so much taller, and so muscular, I know he could have easily stayed all up in my space but he moves back until we're no longer touching.

"You're an asshole, ya know that?" Gah, just when I think that maybe I should take Scarlett's advice, he shows his true colors and I remember why I don't want to like him.

He has a huge smirk on his face when he replies, "Whatever. C'mon pretty girl. Let's put your money where your mouth is."

Ugh. I just want to slap that smirk off his face. "Money? Who said we were playing for money?"

"It's just an expression, Peyton. We aren't playing for money." I start to relax, but his next words make me tense right back up, "We're playing for information."

"Information? What kind of information?" My voice actually squeaks at the end of the sentence. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. What kind of information could he possibly be interested in?

Wyatt grins, but it's not exactly friendly. It's more the smile a predator has right before it goes in for the kill, "Whomever wins gets to ask a question. The loser has to answer. You can't take a pass, there are no dares, just honest answers."

I'm now backed into a corner. I acted like I could beat him at these races, but I've never so much as sat down in a go-kart, let alone tried to drive one. If I back out now though, he'll think I'm a coward and I'll never live it down. Raising my chin, I agree to his terms and his smile widens. Shit. I'm so screwed.

Everything I Shouldn’t
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 2
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Now my life is full of secrets. The people around me have been affected by the choices I’ve made and the lies I’ve told. But what will they do when they discover the biggest secret of them all? Jeremy is everything I shouldn’t want, and the person I can’t live without.  

Leaning in close, making sure to keep eye contact with him, I growl, "You better bring her straight home after prom. I was your age not that long ago, and the last thing you're going to do is take SarahBeth to an unsupervised prom after party. She better come home in the same condition I'm sending her with you in. You get me?"

"Y-y-y-yes sir," Jordan stammers, clearly flustered. "I'll bring her right home, I promise."

I smile evilly, "Good. Thank you Jordan. I knew I could count on you."

Our conversation finishes just in time for SB to start down the stairs to meet us. As she reaches the bottom, I'm pretty sure Jordan and I have the same dumbstruck expression on our faces. In addition to the way her body looks in that pink dress, she’s curled her hair and put makeup on. She looks like an angel and my heart is beating double time in my chest. When SB sees Jordan, her entire face lights up, and my hands tighten into fists at my sides. Jealousy isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with, and it’s fucking with my head. The only thought going through my mind right now is that she shouldn't be looking at him that way, it should be me. I’m the only one she’s ever looked at that way. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind lately, all I can think about is this tiny slip of a girl who isn’t even eighteen.

Jesus Christ. I need to hold it together, but I have no idea how to do that. She is seventeen-fucking-years-old, and I’m twenty-eight. If it were anyone else having thoughts like this about her, I'd beat the ever-loving shit out of them, yet here I am thinking things that no man should think about someone her age. It’s making me crazy. I am only human, but the emotions I feel whenever I think about her, see her, smell her, make me the worst kind of bastard.

Everything I Need
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 3
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends. Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets – and her secret just might change everything.  

Hope can be both wonderful and awful, but the death of hope is just plain painful. That day I began seriously doubting Jeremy’s love for me. I just couldn’t believe that after everything he was choosing not to see me, rejecting me once more. Jeremy had become my everything... even though he’s everything I shouldn’t have. He is the first and only man I’ve ever loved, my only lover, more my best friend than Livvie and yet he continues to turn me away. It makes me doubt every single thing we’ve ever been to each other.

Her eyes widen slightly in recognition, she remembers me. That will make the rejection even more humiliating if she tells me I’m still on Jeremy’s “don’t want to see” list. “Can I help you?” Her voice is so snotty. The condescending way she’s speaking to me makes me want to yank her obvious extensions out and claw her eyes out with my now non-existent nails.

I open my mouth to tell her I’m here to see him when the voice I’ve been dying to hear asks in disbelief, “SarahBeth?” Squeezing my eyes shut, I turn to face him. When I open them, Jeremy’s the only thing I see. I soak in the sight of him, dressed in a navy blue suit, wearing his square black glasses and looking like he’s not shaved in a couple days, I say nothing; finally being in his presence has rendered me speechless.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice is stern, his eyes hard and cold and completely different from the Jeremy I know. He doesn’t make a move to touch me, but I can’t keep myself from moving closer to him. My heart breaks a little when he steps back, keeping the distance between us.

Giving him what I hope is a reassuring smile, I say, “I came to talk to you. I need to talk to you. I’m…” my voice breaks and my hand goes to my heart, an unconscious act of self- protection. “I’m so sorry for everything. For not...“

“Stop.” Jeremy holds up a hand, looking around us at the curious audience we are attracting. The tension between us is obvious, and everyone likes a real life soap opera.

Suddenly self-conscious, and fully aware that he’s not the person who likes his personal business out there for the world to see, I ask, “Can we talk for a minute? I’ll go anywhere you want.” I’m close to begging, terrified this isn’t going to end well. He doesn’t say a word, just nods as he gestures to the hallway where I know his office is.

As we walk past the reception desk, the girl behind it glares at me. It’s immature of me, but the nerves fluttering in my stomach and the insecurity I’m feeling comes out as snark. “Guess I don’t need your help after all.” Her glare deepens and I hear Jeremy sigh behind me.

“Behave yourself, SarahBeth.” Then, he says to her, “Hold my calls until I tell you otherwise, okay Tonya?” She nods, smiling widely up at him as he follows me back to his office in a way that makes me want to shank her. I hate feeling jealous over other women. It just reminds me where we were a few short weeks ago. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t touch me, just follows along behind me, the small distance between us feels insurmountable.

Pretending He’s You
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 4
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Short Blurb: Terrified her friends are moving on without her, she’s’s determined to make things work with Emmett, her on-again off-again boyfriend since high school. The only problem? Tyler isn’t ready to let her go. Despite her boyfriend and his girlfriend, these two are drawn together like magnets. When she’s with Emmett she wishes she was with Tyler and vice versa. Will Livvie ever get tired of pretending and pick one guy? Or will she keep bouncing back and forth between the two of them indefinitely?  

About Stacey Mosteller

Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series. She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore - not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she's supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify!

The Scars That Define Us Release

Title: The Scars that Define Us (The Devil's Dust, #2)
Author: M.N. Forgy
Publication Date: October 31, 2014

The Devil's Dust MC has a list of new threats to the club's lifestyle. Dani, to prove her loyalty, is trying to embrace a part of herself that she never knew existed until now. A sinful beast lurking beneath her surface has been awakened and is ready to eliminate anyone that stands in its way. Looking at her stained hands, she rinses the blood from them. She resigns herself to innocence lost and welcomes her thirst for more blood. After a breathtaking turn of events, Shadow is looking at life in a different perspective. Not knowing who he can trust or who he can forgive has left him feeling desolate and alone. As Shadow is laying behind his rifle, he wonders if he can pull the trigger to eliminate the threat. He takes a deep breath and squeezes the trigger, the rifle recoil ignites the fuel that drives him. Retaliations will be required. Boundaries will be shattered. Redemption will be lost. Betrayal so deep, yet they still yearn for one another. Can Shadow overlook Dani’s transgressions? Can Dani overlook the mistrust that Shadow has placed upon her?    

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M.N M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.
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Book Title: Reminiscence
Author: Sara V. Zook
Genre: Paranormal YA
Release Date: November 2014
Abuse. Torment. Saint’s undying love for her. A witch—or four. The world’s most powerful spell. The creation of the unnatural. Her undying love for Draco. A war is brewing between the Light, the Dark and the Unknown. In the midst of it all stands Sarenah. Her memories have returned as she rewinds the past in order to move forward with her future so she can reclaim what, or who, belongs only to her, but will she be able to accept the disturbing secrets that go along with the reminiscence?

In the midst of dragging trees, I saw Sarenah sitting on the back porch, her dress hiked up around her thighs from the heat as she was thumbing through a book. She wasn’t even acknowledging the fact that I was there, nor did she care that I could see her bare legs. She was being totally inappropriate and rude at the same time … and I liked it. I felt intrigued to my very core, so much that I had to go over and say something to her. “Hey,” I mumbled. Without looking up, she reiterated, “Hey.” My frustration grew as I clenched my fingers into my palms. “Is that book so interesting that you can’t even talk to me?” That had gotten her attention. She slammed the book shut and stood up, the dress falling back down around her ankles. “Are you so interesting that I can’t even read my book?” Her dark eyes were wild and she was glaring at me as if she wanted me to spontaneously combust. “Don’t you have a job to do? Look at this mess.” Her eyes moved to the yard. “All of these branches everywhere. My uncle will have your hide.” She was so angry. I couldn’t help myself. I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand and busted out laughing. Sarenah’s hands moved to her hips. I thought she was about to hit me. I threw up hands up in defense. “I’m …” The laughter got the best of me again. “I’m sorry, Sarenah.” I flashed her an apologetic grin. “It’s just, I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard you talk so much and you’re spatting off at me like some crazy person.” Her gaze had softened then. She bit her bottom lip so she wouldn’t crack a smile herself. “A crazy person, huh?” I nodded, stopping to really get a good look at Sarenah’s face, her stunning features and the way her dark eyes popped out in a terrific way. This was Rebecca’s sister? I had been missing out. Sarenah’s strange ways evaporated into enticement before me. I spent the rest of the evening listening to Sarenah talk as I took all of it in. The tree branches were still scattered all over the yard, but I doubted her uncle would be back anytime soon to discover the mess. Everyone knew he lived at the saloon. She talked mostly about her parents. She had a deep ache from the loss inside of her. She was in a great deal of pain that I felt my own heart hurting along with hers, for her. I found myself wrapping my arm around her and her actually letting me get away with it, but I wasn’t in it to try to make a move. I found myself wanting to comfort Sarenah, tell her everything was going to be okay. I wanted her to trust me and continue to confide in me. She leaned her head against my shoulder, being content to be there with me. It felt incredible as if I had been able to tame her so easily. She was feisty but now so serene. I could’ve lived in that moment forever and been completely content to just be lucky enough to be near her, to smell the flower fragrance in her hair as it fell down across my arm. I rubbed her shoulder with my fingertips. She started humming, the sound making the chaos within me only increase. It was in that moment that I had leaned over and my lips found hers. It had been brief but magnificent, and I was wondering if my mind was ever going to be the same.

Meet the Author
Sara V. Zook is a paranormal/fantasy writer. She is the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy, Clipped, Evanescent, Book 1 in The Sempiternal Series and A Magic Within. She lives in Pennsylvania with her 3 small children and husband.

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