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A shocking tale of romance and deception, N.B.
Baker’s Everything is an impressive debut that proves no secret is ever really
buried. Ella Stone is struggling to pick up the pieces of her life. 

Abandoned
by her parents when she was an infant, both of the grandparents who raised her
are now gone. Facing her future for the first time, Ella decides to move to
Detroit in order to be near her two best friends. After a misguided
relationship with a man she finds in bed with another woman, Ella begins
doubting her life-changing move. That is, until she meets Chance St. John.

When
Chance fends off a brutal attack, he and Ella share an instant connection. As
the two get to know each other, their passionate exploits both in and out of
the bedroom make way for a deeper connection for which neither one was quite
prepared. But despite their increasing closeness, Ella can’t shake the feeling
that Chance is hiding something from her. His frequent nightmares and skittish
responses point to a secret in his past that haunts him still. While Ella
attempts to uncover Chance’s mysterious past, her own life takes a turn for the
strange. As Everything builds to its explosive climax, Ella must discover the
truth before Chance’s dark past consumes them both.

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Jesse Boone is a self-proclaimed bad boy and doesn’t march to the beat of anyone’s drum but his own. Growing up in less than desirable circumstances has made him no stranger to the hard knock life but his determination to leave it behind is fervent. He sees an opportunity to snag a college football scholarship when he’s transferred to East Franklin High School but Forbes Henderson has other plans. The player Jesse intends to replace doesn’t plan on giving up his spot as starting quarterback so a rivalry is born. Jesse is determined to show his nemesis that he’s not only going to take his position as first string quarterback, he’s going to take his girl, too.

Claire Deveraux is perfection at its best. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and unaware she just became Jesse Boone’s conquest to settle a score with her boyfriend. Like her flawless performance as the perfect daughter and student, Claire’s production of being the perfect girlfriend has everyone fooled, except Jesse Boone. She fears this tattooed bad boy will see her secret desire to explore his crude threats and promises of rocking her perfect world. If she decides to give in to one uninhibited moment with Jesse, will she learn too late that it was all an act of vengeance or will Jesse learn that the taste of first love is sweeter than that of revenge?

Nick Hawke wants his car fast and his girls faster. He blows through them quicker than his muscle car races down the drag strip in Collinsville and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s determined to avoid the devastation he has watched his father endure in the aftermath of his mother’s abandonment. He believes there is no room in his life or his heart for a relationship lasting more than one night. He seeks happiness in things that won’t let him down––fast cars, adrenaline highs, and one night stands. All of that changes when he unexpectedly runs into an old friend and is introduced to Payton Archer, the first girl he ever wanted for more than a night. There’s only one catch––she’s completely immune to him and his smooth talking ways.

Payton Archer is looking for love––the true, mad, deep kind. She’s given up on finding it, at least until she leaves for college because she’s certain that is where she’ll find the ideal guy to fit into her perfect world. Her summer plans include nothing more than three uneventful months of fun but it turns out to be anything but ordinary when Payton meets Nick Hawke, one of Jesse’s old Collinsville friends. She’s shocked by her immediate and intense attraction for “Hawke” because nothing about him is on her checklist for the perfect love. Sure, he’s hot and sexy but he comes from Collinsville and that is definitely not on her list of prerequisites. Everything about him makes Payton’s heart speed. He’s exciting and dangerous but his fast car and chance taking aren’t what scares Payton the most. It’s the way Nick Hawke makes her feel every time he looks at her. Can Payton find the courage to leave the safe, shallow end of love and risk going under completely?

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Taboo Unchained
Author: C.M. Stunich
Stand-Alone Novel
Release Day: June 2014
Genre: dark romance erotica

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The taboo turns me on.

The dirty. The filthy. The nasty.

The man your mother fucking warned you about – is me. Hold onto your panties, ladies.

Lucas Carter is here to show you the dark side of the sheets.

***WARNING: This is a dark romance erotica – meaning lots of violence, sex, and emotionally disturbing inner dialogue. However, there is *NO* kidnapping, rape, or other forms of misogyny. Lucas Carter is an anti-hero, but he doesn’t disrespect women. The entire book is told in his point of view.

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TABOO UNCHAINED
by C.M. Stunich
A stand-alone novel of 95,000 words.
***WARNING: This is a dark romance erotica – meaning lots of violence, sex, and emotionally
disturbing inner dialogue. However, there is *NO* kidnapping, rape, or other forms of misogyny.
Lucas Carter is an anti-hero, but he doesn’t disrespect women. The entire book is told in his point of
view.
The taboo turns me on.
The dirty. The filthy. The nasty.
The man your mother fucking warned you about – is me.
Hold onto your panties, ladies.
Lucas Carter is here to show you the dark side of the sheets.
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CHAPTER ONE
IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS UNHOLY
My name is Lucas Carter, and I am a fucking God.
I slide my hand down my cock, gripping the base of my shaft with sure fingers. A smirk lingers
on my lips as I work my body like a machine. I know what gets me off – oh, who I am kidding? I
know what gets everyone off – so it doesn’t take long to milk pre-cum onto my fingers.
The blonde lying across my bed watches me with hungry eyes, sliding her tongue across her full
lips. They’re already swollen from my ministrations, bruised by my kisses. Marked. Sealed. Stamped
with my name.
I smile.
“Tell me you want this,” I command, watching as her gaze rakes down my body, begging
silently for me to fuck her, to slide my cock into her folds and own her. Little does she know, I already
do. I don’t need to touch a woman to possess her; I can reel in souls with a simple look, a light touch, a
well-timed smile. It’s not magic. This, this is simple biology.
“I want your penis,” she says, and I cringe, releasing my dick and stalking across the room
towards her. She cowers back, but I don’t touch her. Lucas Carter never hits women – not unless they
want him to. I do not believe Mrs. Braxton ordered that particular service. From the corner of the
room, I hear her husband shift uncomfortably. I’ve already asked him twice to keep his mouth shut. I
don’t do men, but I do allow them to watch, provided they keep quiet.
“My … penis?” I ask, trying not to grit my teeth. Mrs. Braxton has pushed me to the edge of
my sanity today. She’s attractive, much more so than my other clients, but she has a bad habit of
dulling my excitement with her squeaky clean little mouth. Not even the bright red of her lipstick is
helping. “This is not a sexual education class, Clarice. This is not your mother’s living room. If you’re going to refer to my body, you’re going to use the words that I choose.” I pause and stand up straight,
sliding my sticky fingers back down my shaft. Pleasure pricks my body, helping to soothe my ire.
“Now. Repeat after me.” I pause, watching as Clarice’s pink nipples stand at sharp attention. Her
stomach muscles tighten as she sucks in a deep breath. “Dick.”
I take a step closer, letting my eyes soak in her rounded curves and the sweep of her pale hair
across the white linens. Her blue eyes break from mine for just a split second, sliding over towards the
corner where her husband sits. I reach my fingers out and grab her chin, guiding her attention back to
my face. Make no mistake here: Mr. and Mrs. Braxton may be my clients, but I am the one in charge.
“Say. It.” If there’s one thing I hate more than the mollification of genitalia, it’s having to
repeat myself. My hand tightens on my cock. Clarice swallows hard as her eyes flutter and her lips
part softly.
“Dick,” she whimpers, and the smile returns to my face. I trail my fingertips down her throat,
watching the jumping pulse of her heart as I drag my hand towards her full breasts.
“Cock.” The word jumps sharply off my tongue at the same moment I clamp my fingertips on
Clarice’s taut, pink nipples. She groans deeply, relaxing back onto the bed and spreading her legs wide
for me, opening up that pretty pink pussy like a flower in bloom. I ignore the slight murmur of Mr.
Braxton’s moans from the corner by gritting my teeth. We’re not even through the first course yet and
already the buffoon is gasping and spilling his seed into his own hand. More than likely, he’ll retreat to
one of the other nineteen bedrooms in this sprawling monstrosity of a home and fall asleep, leaving me
to deal with his wife alone. Not that I’m complaining – I much prefer it that way – but I can only
imagine what kind of a man would be comfortable leaving his pride and joy to find solace in another
man’s arms. More often than not, my clients’ husbands know nothing about what goes on behind closed
doors. If anyone asks, I’m simply the ‘interior designer’.
“Cock,” Clarice moans, letting her head fall back and bending her legs at the knees. The head
of my dick presses tight against her opening, sliding slick cum over her heat. But I don’t enter her. I’m
not here to pummel her pussy and roll away satisfied. If Mrs. Braxton simply wanted a stallion to ride,
there are a hundred other men in this city that she could’ve called for a fraction of the price. My phone
only rings when there are darker desires to satisfy, cravings that delve much deeper than simple sex.
I pull away and let my smile morph into a grin.
“No, please,” Clarice whimpers, much like she always does. “I need it. Just … have sex with
me, please.” My mouth twitches and my hands clench tight at my sides. She can’t even say fuck. After
all these sessions, all these dirty romps, these forays into the depths of darkness, and she can’t say the
Goddamn F-word.
“Fuck,” I snap, sliding my withering cock back into the confines of my slacks. Clarice sits up
quickly, brushing her French tipped nails through her blonde hair. Trophy wife. The term was coined
to describe this woman, this twenty-something beach bunny married to a fifty year old man.
Disgusting. I have had it for today. Clarice has had me over before – she knows better than to piss me
off. “Fuck me, Clarice. We have had this discussion.” My dick is soft now, flaccid and useless. “So
I’m going home.”
I turn around and grab my briefcase, laying my suit jacket over my arm. One quick glance at
Mr. Braxton shows that he’s already asleep in the ostentatious wingback chair that sits near the window.
I try desperately not to roll my eyes.
“W-wait!” Clarice calls out, scrambling off of the bed and chasing after me. I ignore her when
she tugs on my arm and tries to stop me from heading out the door of her bedroom. “I can say it. Fuck
me. Fuck me, Lucas.” I slide easily from her grasp and manage to step into the hallway before she
gloms onto me again. My scowl feels permanently etched into my skin at this point. I’m an artist
whose medium is flesh and blood and sex.
“I am not a whore, Clarice,” I tell her as we move past the open door of a bedroom and the blasé
stare of one of the Braxton’s many maids. They’ve seen it all and more, I’m sure. Not once have I ever seen a single one of them blink at my presence, not even when I’m ramming Mrs. Braxton in a sex
swing dangling off the edge of the balcony overlooking the foyer. Heights. The danger of falling is
one of the few things that really gets Clarice off. That, apparently, and my utter distaste for her
personality.
“I know, and I’m sorry, please. Lucas, come on.” Clarice follows me halfway down the curving
staircase before I stop and turn to her, her chest heaving, breasts full and admittedly quite tempting. I
lean over and whisper in her ear.
“Stop begging like the desperate little slut that you are, and maybe I’ll consider fucking you next
time.” I watch out of the corner of my eye as her lashes flutter and her breath comes quicker. Insults.
A fairly tame breed of naughty, but one that Mrs. Braxton likes all the same. I step back and continue
down the stairs, debating on whether or not I’m going to stop in the gaudy gold and white marble
bathroom near the front door. My hands are still sticky with my cum, and the sensation is making my
teeth hurt. I’m a meticulous man, and I like to be clean.
“You’re seriously leaving?” Clarice wheedles as I hit the bottom stair and pause with one foot
on the ugly travertine floor. I spare her a quick glance over my shoulder and find a frown plastered
across those red, red lips. “The check cleared, didn’t it?” she snaps when she sees me make no move to
turn around.
My scowl returns with a vengeance.
“I already told you: I am not a whore.” Fuck. I hate repeating myself. I continue towards the
front door, pausing only when a vase smashes into the ground next to my feet, shattering into a million
white and blue pieces. I don’t bother to look back when Clarice starts screeching at me.
“You are a whore. An overpriced one at that. Get over yourself, Lucas. You have sex for
money!”
Okay, now that does give me pause. A smile replaces my scowl as I turn around and give Mrs.
Braxton my most evil look.
“Then you and I, my darling, are one in the same. Next time Mr. Braxton is busy riding your
ass, think of me to get through it. I’ll consider that a freebie.”
A small angel statue comes flying over the railing of the balcony, crashing into a gilded mirror
not six feet from where I’m standing.

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Title: A BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT

Author: Alicia Rae

Release Date: July 14^th

Genre: New Adult Romance

About A Beautiful Thought:

As a physical sports therapist, Gail Bennett is accustomed to working with gorgeous athletes every day, but after falling for a few of these attractive men, she has been left heartbroken one too many times. When Gail’s hours at work are unexpectedly cut, she must find a way to continue helping her parents pay for her sister’s education. Reluctantly following her best friend’s advice, Gail takes on a roommate—with the one man she has been avoiding since the first time she laid eyes on him.

Damon Johnson loves a challenge, and he is not the type of man to back down when he wants something. From the first moment he meets Gail for dinner, he feels an inexplicable pull between the two of them. In his determination to have her, he finds himself helping her in any way he can.

Can Damon break through all the barriers Gail has so carefully placed around her heart and prove that he’s different? Or will Gail’s reservations keep her from falling in love?

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~Gail~

I startled myself awake and checked the clock. “Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered. I had overslept by nearly thirty-five minutes.

I flew out of bed and darted for the bathroom to take a shower, realizing I must not have heard Damon getting out of bed this morning. He usually woke up nearly an hour before me, and I always heard him clunking around, so I’d stopped setting my alarm.

Bad idea.

I had stayed up late last night, reading a steamy romance novel, while waiting for him to come home. I must have slept like a rock.

I slid to a stop in the bathroom and locked the door. I was used to locking it now, thanks to having a roommate. With quick succession, I stripped off my clothes and showered in lightning speed. Then, I dried off and noticed I’d forgotten to grab my scrubs for work. After I securely wrapped my towel around me, tucking it under my armpits, I cracked the door open to take a quick peek just in case.

The coast was clear, so I ran for it, mindful that my feet were still damp in my hastiness.

Three feet from my bedroom door, Damon rounded the corner, rubbing his head sleepily with his hand.

His eyes bulged when he looked up. “What the—”

I loudly gasped as I crashed into him, expecting to tumble to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs. Damon’s broad arms caught me, wrapping around my waist, while my hands clung to his biceps for balance. Once I got my footing, I peeked up at him.

“Hi,” I whispered breathily.

His eyes were smoldering hot, darker than I’d ever seen them before, and his jaw was set. At first, I thought he was pissed, but the increasing firmness against my abdomen told me otherwise. Heat flared inside me at our contact, and desire burned within me once again.

“Hi,” he murmured back in a rough tone.

A second passed, or maybe several, and neither of us moved.

Damon kept one hand firmly on my waist while lifting the other to cup my cheek. He caressed it back and forth with a gentleness that sent shivers racing down my back. I melted into his touch. His eyes raked over my body as he ran his thumb over my lips, tracing them, while he murmured my name. I leaned into him and brushed his lips with mine, causing him to gently glide his fingertips down to the base of my throat. Ignoring all the reasons why this was a really bad idea, I gave myself over to what my body so desperately wanted.

A groan left his throat as his palm came to my neck, pulling my lips closer. He took my mouth and kissed me deeply. His kiss rocked me back on my heels, and I grasped him like a lifeline, matching his passion as I kissed him back with equal fervor. Sparks ignited within every part of me.

By the time we parted, we were both gasping for air.

After the most perfect moment of my life, doubts came barreling into me and knocked the wind right out of me.

“Oh my God…I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I shook my head in dismay and embarrassment at succumbing to my crush on him. This was all my fault. “I have to go.”

I went to disengage myself from him, but he held me in place.

“Wait,” he demanded.

I could see the confusion mixed with hurt in his expression. The look had me feeling even worse.

“We need to talk about this.”

“No, we don’t.” I felt at a total loss and out of my league. “I kissed you, and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“We kissed each other,” he countered. “And what if I want to do it again?”

“We can’t,” I retorted and looked up at him. “It will ruin everything.”

“Ruin what?” he asked quietly.

If Damon dumped me like the last guy and the guy before that, it would destroy me, and I could not let that happen. I was a stronger woman now. Plus, I was riding a very thin line with my finances, and if Damon and I crossed this boundary between us, there would be no going back. Things were perfect the way they were now. I did not want to mess it up.

Plus, Caroline’s education was partially riding on my shoulders, which in turn was riding on having a roommate help pay my rent. It was an awful double standard, yes, but there was no other way. It was too risky.

I would have to just live with my attraction to him.

When I did not answer him, he added, “Gail, no matter what happens between us, I would never just walk out on you.” It was as though he had guessed what my apprehensions were.

His last words hit me deep and gave me the strength to say my peace. I would not jeopardize my sister’s future over dating a man I barely knew. Especially given my history with men who only wanted one thing.

My past gave me the courage to say my peace.

I stood up tall, tightened my towel, and looked him straight in the eyes. “That’s what every guy says, and you’ll be no different.”

Damon dropped his hands, letting me go, as if I’d slapped him. His eyes turned unreadable.

My heart constricted painfully in my chest, churning and twisting relentlessly. I was so ashamed of myself for being so callous to a man who had done nothing but lend a helping hand to me in my time of need.

“I’m so sorry, Damon,” I murmured, lowering my head in shame. Tears filled my eyes. “I have to go to work.”

About the Author:

Alicia Rae is a Contemporary Romance Author who lives in Dekalb, Illinois, with her husband and three beautiful boys. Alicia has a passion for reading all types of romance, writing to bring a story to life, and photography.

Thank you to my dear sister, Kels, who showed me a few years ago how much I truly missed reading. And to my loving husband, for not throwing away my Nook, and planting the seed of writing in my mind. I am forever grateful. Xo

Readers, words cannot thank you enough for supporting me along this incredible journey. I hope you enjoy my novels as much as I do writing them. I thank each and every one of you.

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Better When He’s Bad

by Jay Crownover

Welcome To The Point #1

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jay Crownover returns with a heart-stopping new series… Welcome to the Point.

There’s a difference between a bad boy and a boy who’s bad . . . meet Shane Baxter.

Sexy, dark, and dangerous, Bax isn’t just from the wrong side of the tracks, he is the wrong side of the tracks. A criminal, a thug, and a brawler, he’s the master of bad choices, until one such choice landed him in prison for five years. Now Bax is out and looking for answers, and he doesn’t care what he has to do or who he has to hurt to get them. But there’s a new player in the game, and she’s much too innocent, much too soft…and standing directly in his way.

Dovie Pryce knows all about living a hard life and the tough choices that come with it. She’s always tried to be good, tried to help others, and tried not to let the darkness pull her down. But the streets are fighting back, things have gone from bad to worse, and the only person who can help her is the scariest, sexiest, most complicated ex-con The Point has ever produced.

Bax terrifies her, awakening feelings she never thought she’d have for a guy like him. But it doesn’t take Dovie long to realize . . . some boys are just better when they’re bad.

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Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men series. She will also be introducing the dark and sexy world of The Point in a new series this summer starting with Better When He’s Bad. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she’ll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.

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