Highly sexual and emotionally charged, Filthy Beautiful Love is the provocative conclusion to Filthy Beautiful Lies.

“You agreed to give me six months,” he reminds me.

“I also agreed to give you my virginity,” I add.

“But I didn’t take that.”

“No, you didn’t,” I agree. A fact that I’m painfully aware of.

“Are you still intact?” he asks, his tone raspy and deep.

A warm current zips through me, flushing my cheeks
and soaking my panties. “Of c-course.” My voice is hoarse and
Colton’s dark eyes roaming on mine make it impossible to speak clearly.

I see the vein throb at the base of his throat.
“Good girl,” he admonishes.

Title: Forbidden Flaws

Author: Pepper Winters

This is a FULL length novel with the first part of the book to be released November 10, 2014 as part of OWNED: An Alpha Anthology

She’s forbidden.

Saffron Carlton is the darling of the big screen, starlet on the red carpet, and wife of mega producer Felix Carlton. Her life seems perfect with her overflowing bank balance, adoring fans, and luxury homes around the world. Everyone thinks they know her. But no one truly does.

The silver limelight is tainted the day the couple announce their divorce.

He’s flawed.

Raised in squalor, fed on violence and poverty, Cas Smith knows the underbelly of the world. He’s not looking for fame or fortune. He’s looking for a job to get him the hell away from the danger of illegal fighting, and comes face to face with the woman who ran all those years ago.

Unable to turn down her job offer, he agrees to be her bodyguard and personal trainer, all while she hides her secrets.

He had no intention of letting her back into his heart.

But neither of them were prepared for what happens when forbidden and flawed collide —fracturing the world they know, changing the rules forever.

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About the Author

Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

Her Dark Erotica books include:

Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)

Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)

Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)

Debt Inheritance (Indebted Series)

Her Grey Romance books include:

Destroyed

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Illicit Desire Synopsis:

Raphael is everything I should run away from…

Cora Milan came to Miami to get a fresh start, away from the memories and stigma that followed her and her brother at home. When she’s mugged, Raphael Ortiz rescues her. He’s sexy, successful, and dangerous—Miami’s most eligible bachelor and it’s most elusive. A cartel lord who lives on the wrong side of the law, with only a veneer of respectability. He is the exact opposite of a clean slate, and he makes no apologies for wanting her.

When Raphael forces his way into her life, Cora knows she should run. But the attraction between them is undeniable, and Raphael is a man accustomed to getting what he wants. The more she loses herself in him, the deeper she is drawn into Raphael’s criminal world.

But when her past, and his present collide, both of them will be left grasping for the only thing that can save them from the darkness around them—each other.

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Excerpt

We spend the day at a flea market and thrift stores. Paul keeps me distracted with silly hats and shameless flirting with every woman we see, and arguing for the most hideous furniture we come across.  After shopping all day, we get comfort food for dinner—greasy pizza and hot wings—and he gives me a smirk. “Movie night?”

I nod and glance back as we go over a bump, the couch we found wiggling ominously.

“How are we getting everything upstairs?”

“Colt is meeting us to help me move it. Why do you think I got so much pizza?”

I hesitate. Colt is a great guy and one of the only people who knows the whole truth about Graham. But he’s also a little too interested and friendly. I swallow my concern and focus on the warmth and comfort of being with my brother.

That bubble of comfort bursts when we park and a familiar Mercedes pulls in behind our truck. I stare at it in the rear view mirror as Raphael climbs out. Aggression is coming off him in waves and I feel a shiver of fear as he stalks to my door.

“Who is that?” Paul asks softly. I give him a quick look and then the door is open and Raphael hauls me out. I have a moment to take in his wild eyes before he pins me to the truck, and kisses me. His lips move over mine urgently, desperately, and it triggers my own hunger, until I’m whimpering and anxious under him.

And then he’s gone, jerked away abruptly. I blink stupidly at the empty air and see my brother between us, a wall of muscle and anger. “Back off, man,” Paul snaps.

Three things happen. Raphael swings at Paul, Lou emerges from the Mercedes, fury written on his face, and Colt pulls up on his motorcycle.

Colt comes off his bike at a flat sprint, and tackles Raphael from behind, and I see the flash of steel a second before Lou lifts the gun.

A bad situation just turned really fucking ugly.

I dart forward, and yank on the bodyguard’s arm. “No,” I snap. His eyes soften a fraction, and I hear a grunt, and the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh. Raphael is on his back, my brother above him, fury in his eyes, while Colt prowls on the edges of the fight. Paul’s lip is bleeding, and he’s enraged, while Raphael sprawls on the ground, his entire body coiled to strike.

“Paul, stop,” I yell, and his head snaps up. Bad idea. Raphael hits him, hard, a right hook that has my brother’s eyes rolling back as he goes boneless.

Taylor Michaels Bio:

Taylor Michaels is the pseudonym for Nazarea Andrews. Her books tend toward dark adult romance. She still likes chocolate and wine and book boys a little sexier than they should be. She can be found on Twitter and Facebook and loves hearing from readers. When not writing, she can most often be found playing taxi driver for her three daughters, hanging out with her husband at their small business, or burning dinner. She lives in Georgia.

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Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back.

That kid that could be mine.

I get up and let the empty bottle drop to the floor. The woods are eerily quiet, as if it can sense my anger. As if it knows the bitterness that lingers in my veins, as if it knows the burn of not knowing anything.

Like the woods, I’m left in the dark. Completely.

Branches and twigs crunch under my feet as I increase my pace to a gentle jog. And again, to a slow run. Then to a sprint.

The need to know increases with every footstep, as evenly paced as the ticking of the clock. It doesn’t matter that I’ve probably drunk too much beer to be here or that we’ve only been back for a matter of days.

I can’t be in this shithole full of memories without knowing. I can’t move on until I know. I can’t forgive her for a single fucking thing until I know—and even then, maybe I won’t be able to.

Maybe she’s unforgivable.

Instead of knocking on the back door like I did yesterday, I round the side of the house to the front door. The front room light glows softly through the curtains, but the rest of the house is dark.

My chest heaves with the exertion of my run here and I grab the doorframe to balance myself. I’m definitely too fucking drunk for this conversation, but what the hell.

I bang on the door, once, twice, again and again and again. “Sofie! Open the fuckin’ door!”

“Shut up!” she hisses, yanking it open. “The hell’re you doing here?”

I smirk, leaning against the wall. “Shouldn’t I be askin’ you that, princess?”

“Are you drunk?” Her voice rises a little at the end, and her eyes widen.

Those eyes. Fuck, those baby blues that have always undone me.

“Drunk? No. If I was drunk I’d be sitting at home like a miserable bastard and not here facing the cause of my misery.”

“You’re being an asshole. I don’t have to listen to this.”

She pushes on the door, but I wedge my foot in front of it. I let go of the wall and grab the edge of the door.

“Actually, you do.”

She can’t overpower me, and she knows it, because she lets up and the door swings open. “Why are you here, Conner?”

“You have a kid.”

She smacks her lips together. “Yep.”

“When? When did you have her?”

Sofie takes a deep breath in and presses her hands to her stomach. They’re shaking, even as she links her fingers to hide it. I can see that fucking tremble.

She whispers something but I’m too pre-occupied by her hands to hear it.

“What?”

“August last year,” she repeats, still a whisper.

August. Last year. My stomach clenches as I meet her eyes. “When? When in fuckin’ August, Sofie?”

“August fifteenth.” Her voice hitches halfway through the ‘fifteenth.’

Almost seven months to the day she walked out on me and the rest of Shelton Bay.

Adrenaline hums through my body, and I stare at her. At the tears building in her eyes, the quiver of her lips, the bob of her throat as she swallows harshly.

It’s no different from the burn in my chest, the twisting of my stomach.

“Is she mine?”

She shudders and a tear drips from her eye.

“Sofie. Is. She. Mine?!”

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

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