Book: Love Hacked

Series: Knitting in the City #3

Author: Penny Reid

Synopsis: There are three things you need to know about Sandra Fielding: 1) She makes all her first dates cry, 2) She hasn’t been kissed in over two years, and 3) She knows how to knit.

Sandra has difficulty removing her psychotherapist hat. Of her last 30 dates, 29 have ended the same way: the man sobbing uncontrollably. After one such disaster, Sandra–near desperation and maybe a little tipsy–gives in to a seemingly harmless encounter with her hot waiter, Alex. Argumentative, secretive, and hostile Alex may be the opposite of everything Sandra knows is right for her. But now, the girl who has spent all her life helping others change for the better, must find a way to cope with falling for someone who refuses to change at all.

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SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).

Love, Lies & The D.A.

by Rebecca Rohman

Synopsis

Jada McLean is about to get married in nine days, when she walks in on her fiancé in a little

more than a compromising position. Days later, she’s on a trip that she intends to be relaxing

and a prelude to her fresh start, when she runs into the rude, obnoxious, but gorgeous

Jonathan Kole.

Jonathan Kole is San Francisco’s newest District Attorney. When he finds himself deeply

attracted to a stunning beauty, he has no idea that she’s about to get into BIG trouble with

the law—and he’ll be the one presiding over her trial. To make matters worse, his father is the

lawyer representing her in the high-profile case.

When a series of events force them together over New Year’s weekend, Jonathan’s feelings

and ethics will come into question, while Jada comes to terms with the fact that she is falling

for the man that will be responsible for attempting to put her behind bars… Little do they

know, they’re both about to fall into a whirlwind so deep, it will send both their lives spiraling

out of control.

Excerpt

We finish lunch and watch a movie and some football, complete with popcorn and soda. When the

sun starts its descent, we head to the hot tub. I am a little nervous. I hope I don’t gawk at him again. I

slip into a little white bikini, wrap myself in a robe, and head out.

When I get onto the terrace, I try to ignore the fact that ass-hugging Ralph Lauren trunks cling to every

inch of his well-endowed front… and back. He steps into the tub, and after I tear my robe away, he

stretches out his hand and helps me in. I have no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to this. I can’t

get hot and sexy images of us having passionate sex in the tub out of my head.

Since Richard and I broke up, my body has craved sexual pleasure in a way it hasn’t before, but this is

flipping torture. Sure, I’ve pleasured myself a few times, but there is no substitute for a man who you’re

physically attracted to who you know knows all the right things to do to you in bed. Sitting opposite to

him, I close my eyes, sit back, and relax. I hope that I don’t give him a clue that while I lie here, I am

practically salivating at the mouth and lusting for his sexual pleasure.

I am just starting to calm down and relax when he raises one of my feet and massages, working his

thumbs from around my ankle to the arch of my foot and then my toes. My God, I swear this could be

considered foreplay, because what he is doing to me right now causes all sorts of tension to develop

between my thighs, along with the tingling sensation that runs down my lower back.

My goodness. Is he purposely trying to seduce me, or is he completely unaware of what his actions

are doing to my body?

Oh, don’t be naïve, Jada. Of course he knows what he’s doing. He’s made his feelings for you

abundantly clear.

He moves to my other foot, and as he works, a soft moan spurts out of my lips. I can’t remember the

last time I’ve been this sexually aroused. I try to remember the last time I was with Richard, and nothing

comes to mind. Jonathan snaps me back to the present when his hands move from my feet and he

works his way up my calf.

Oh God, that feels good.

I feel like I’m losing control. I want him to make love to me. I open my eyes, and I’m startled when I find

him staring straight at me. He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls me towards him. The look in his

eyes are filled with pure desire. I’m straddling him, and I can feel his erection in the center of my

crevasse; just a few thin strips of fabric are between us. He folds me in his arms and draws me close to him. My heart explodes between our bodies, and my

hardened nipples are against his chest. I lean my forehead against his, and finally our lips touch. He

gently braces my head with his palm, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me again, but

this time I part my lips, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth. I open my mouth wider, letting him

deepen our kiss, allowing our tongues to tease and explore each other. My hands roam over his neck,

shoulders, and chest.

His hands glide over my shoulders and down to my back. He draws me closer towards him. Kissing my

neck, his hands caress my back, and his fingers inch closer to the ties of my swimsuit.

Suddenly, I remember that he may very well be the man to ensure that I am sent off to prison.

I pull away. My breathing is heavy—so is his. My forehead is still against his. He kisses me on my cheek

then my neck.

“Why’d you have to be the bloody District Attorney?” I whisper.

“And why’d you have to be a suspect?” he responds

Author Bio

Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States.

She was a Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved

in marketing for a jewelry company, and later for a fine wine distributor.

About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked, just to purely

entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it and share it

with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Love, Lies & The D.A. is her

second novel.

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TITLE: Born Wrong
SERIES: Hard Rock Roots, #5
AUTHOR: C.M. Stunich

RELEASE DAY: March 19th
GENRE: rock star romance/romantic suspense/gritty erotica
PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIES/READING ORDER: Real Ugly (#1), Get Bent (#2), Tough Luck (#3), Bad Day (#4), Born Wrong (#5)

Synopsis

Dax McCann is as cold as ice.
I’m intrigued by him.
But I can’t get close to him either.
His music strokes my soul, butchers my broken heart.
I wish he’d see me, but he only sees her.  It’s been so long since I’ve had to care that I’m not sure I can do it anymore.  Now, tell me, why is there a gun to my head?

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Sydney Charell is ? interesting.
I want to touch her, kiss her, posses her.
But I don’t understand her.
She dances on poles and can’t carry a tune to save her life.
I feel like an outsider on the in, but I have too many secrets to hide.  Naomi Knox has my heart, but I think I might need it back.  I want a chance to use it before it breaks.  Or splatters.  Blood will be spilled; I just hope it isn’t mine.

About The Author

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C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin’s (yes, that’s her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.

Always a fan of the indie scene and ‘sticking it to the man,’ Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend’s offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich’s books  slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.

C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.

Ms. Stunich can be reached via e-mail or by post and loves to hear from her readers. Ms. Stunich also wrote this biography and has no idea why she decided to refer to herself in the third person.

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Title: Love Shots

Author: Sidonia Rose

Genre: New Adult

Publication Date: April 4, 2014

Cover Design: A. Arrington

Event Organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.

Synopsis

Kyle Pierce used to know what she wanted. At the top of her list was the perfect boyfriend. She found him in Lance Makin her senior year in high school. She was the head cheerleader and he was the new star quarterback. Even going to separate colleges was no problem for them.

It was perfect until the weekend it all changed for Kyle. She has new priorities that include her own education, making new friends and most importantly NO DATING!

That is until Nicholas Richards moves into her world. He’s not taking no for an answer. He’s her friend and he wants her to date him.

Kyle isn’t going to date Nick. She doesn’t mind hanging out or running errands. She tells him and everyone else they are friends.

Can they really be just friends?

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About the Author

Sidonia Rose lives in suburban Maryland with her family. Sidonia has a long love affair with books. She started early by memorizing her Dr. Seuss books read to her, so she could read them to her parents instead. She is often found with a book in her hands or a couple of books so she can lend to a friend. You can often spot her by her toe shoes.

After a long career homeschooling she continued onward to pursue her love of books by writing her own books. Love Shots is her first novel released in 2014.

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You must know this fact to understand my story.

I capture women.

I break them down.

And I rebuild them.

If they are lucky, they are sold into the professional hands of another Master. If they are less fortunate, they are buried beneath the ground, never to be thought of again.

I lust for the control, I demand absolute submission and my body yearns to warp the minds of those I train.

Power is the only thing I’ll ever need and I am addicted to the feeling of ultimate control.

I am wealthy, good-looking, educated and charming.

And I am – in no way – a good man.

I do not want love.
I do not want kindness.

She thought she could change me by giving me the two things I knew I never wanted.

She was wrong.

Excerpt

After setting the camera down on the nearby counter, I ran my hands up her thighs when I continued. “Every woman wants to be a whore. They want to spread their legs for a man – to be taken to the peak of ecstasy over and over again – to feel the hard push of our cocks inside them. It’s natural for you to want it, to feel the need to be dominated and controlled. It’s instinct. Women want a strong man – one who can produce strong children – so your bodies are designed to respond to a dominant male. You grow wet when we touch you; the muscles of your pussy clench and roll in anticipation of being filled. Because of me, you will have a selection of strong men who will know how to use you properly – who can fulfill every sexual need or desire you will ever have. You don’t have to pretend to be prim and proper anymore because of morality or societal expectations – you can be the whore you were designed to be.”

My hands reached her ass and I spread her cheeks and slowly pulled the plug free. She moaned and the chains rattled above her.

“Shhhhh … Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m going to give your body what it craves. I will give you the freedom to lose yourself in the natural instincts that are an inherent part of being a woman.”

Running my finger along the slick skin, I teased her for several seconds. Rubbing her back and forth, stopping at the clit to rub my finger over the tiny bundle of nerves. She jumped and I briefly wondered if she was still sensitive from the clips I used earlier. Softly, I continued working her to a point where her legs were shaking beneath her. She was practically dripping, she was so wet and I slipped my finger inside to feel the tight muscles of her cunt grasp of my finger, hungrily – greedily – while small moans and whimpers escaped her lips.

My cock pressed up against my pants and I unfastened my belt, dropping my pants to the floor around my ankles. Slowly I unbuttoned my shirt, and let it hang loose on my shoulders. I wanted this woman from behind, but I didn’t intend to stop there.  Her scent wafted up to my nose and my mouth watered.

“Since you’ve been a good girl – I’ll give you everything I promised you. Try not to struggle and just allow yourself to let go.”

I dropped to my knees and my mouth was on her within seconds. Her taste was divine, ambrosia meant for the men who were fortunate enough to have her. I ran my tongue along the sensitive flesh, lapping at the taste of her body’s needs and desires. She bucked against me and her knees gave out for only a brief second before she pushed herself back up into position. I slipped my tongue along the tight circle of muscles and down over her clit, nipping and sucking at it until her moans grew louder and her breathing became so heavy; her body shook with its intensity. When I finally slipped a finger inside, she came almost immediately; the muscles rolling over the skin of my finger, and a scream broke from her mouth that made my cock pound with the need to bury itself inside her.

I pushed myself back up to my feet and reached around to massage the full weight of her tits. My fingers toyed with the overly sensitive nipples. She arched her chest forward, desperate for more contact – rougher contact – and I smiled. I knew something wild existed inside her; something primal and desirous of being taken, a need to be used in a way that only men like me could.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pet? Do you want me to show you what your body has been missing all along?”

“Please…”

It was the only word her small voice could form, but it was exactly the word that made her impossible for me to resist. I loved it when a woman begged, when she was pushed to a point where her insecurities and moralities were extinguished inside her – when all she wanted was to fuck and be fucked because her body demanded it.

I wanted to take the bitch bare – I wanted to feel the slick slide of her muscles over the surface of my cock – but I couldn’t get her pregnant and she wouldn’t be protected for another two weeks. Cursing under my breath, I kicked my shoes and pants off and grudgingly released her body to retrieve a condom from the table. After sliding it over myself I returned to her, hard as a fucking rock and ready to take something I’d been craving for the last several hours.

I positioned the head of my cock at the opening of her tight cunt.  Playfully, I pushed inside, only penetrating slightly while listening to the symphony of her moans and whimpers – her need coming out in small sounds that escaped over her lips.

It felt like small, spasmic eruptions inside her cunt when I finally stopped teasing and buried myself within the soft walls. My head fell back and my hands traveled to grip the soft flesh of her hips and ass. A moan – something primitive and feral – escaped my chest and she tightened over me, teasing my dick with the hint of her explosive orgasm.

The chains above her head rattled in time with my thrusts, her seductive moans adding harmony to sounds of how hard we fucked. A growl erupted from my chest and she cried out when my fingers dug farther into the flesh of her hips.

“Damn it, pet. You are so fucking tight.” I hammered into her, loving the sound of our bodies slapping together, accented by the clink of the chains above us. Like a waking volcano, I could feel the slow build of friction and heat inside her and I slowed down, not wanting to give her the release I knew she was desperate to have.

“No beautiful girl, I have so much more I want with you tonight. You’re not letting go yet.”

I had to move her some place where I could have full access to her body. I’ve never needed the feel of a woman’s skin against me as much as I did now. I wanted to see her mouth open with her lustful moans; I wanted to look in her eyes as I dominated every aspect of her. I wanted to watch when I took her mind as easily as I’d taken her body.

I pulled out and we groaned in unison at the loss of contact. I smoothed my hand over the smooth, round perfection of her ass. “It’s okay, pet.  I’m only taking you down from the rack. You’ll be back to riding my cock very soon.”

Deftly, my hands worked her out of her restraints; releasing from the cuffs before catching her, lifting her into my arms and carrying her down the hall to a spare bedroom I’d designed specifically for sexual training. Kicking the door open with my foot, I flicked on a switch that lit the gas candle sconces on the wall.  The room was bathed in dancing shadow which provided an ominous feel – an atmosphere of danger and domination – a place where she could escape into the fantasy of being the slut she wanted to be.

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Author Bio

Lily White is a dark writer who likes to dabble on the taboo side of eroticism.  Most of the time she can be found wandering around aimlessly while her mind is stuck in some twisted power play between two characters in her head. You may recognize her in public by the confused expression, random mumbling, and occasional giggle while thinking up a scene. Lily’s favorite things in life are reading, thinking about reading, buying books for reading….and writing. Her other secret pleasure is meeting with her plot editor in public to discuss her books and watching the shocked expressions of the people around her that don’t realize she’s talking about a book.  When Lily is not reading, writing, wandering or freaking out innocent bystanders, she’s sleeping.