Tuesday, 31 May 2016

New Erotic Romance! | Scorched by R Holmes | #NEW #Erotic #SecondChance @givemebooksblog @5thInkPublish @rholmesauthor

Title: Scorched
Author: R. Holmes
Publisher: Fifth Ink Publishing, LLC.
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
  Release Date: 31 May 2016

Hale Jarreau left my life the same way he entered it - all at once.

We once burned like a fire, raging and consuming and I spent my life loving him. I didn't have a choice.

And then, he was gone; leaving my heart aching and my soul empty.

Time doesn't heal a damn thing and pain comes in many forms. But time only makes that pain ache deeper.

It makes forgetting impossible.

Every love has its story.
This one is ours.

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R. Holmes is from a tiny itty bitty town in southern Louisiana where everyone knows everyone. Land of alligators, boudin balls, and Mardi Gras. She spends her days being a savvy business woman/super mom and her nights writing sexy alpha men with hearts just as big as their egos. She plans on writing until her fingers fall off but really hopes to have to never write a biography again. 

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New Release | Your Mess Is Mine by Stephanie Alba | #NEW #Romance

Title: Your Mess Is Mine

Author: Stephanie Alba

Release Date: May 31, 2016

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I don't trust people who follow their hearts. Hearts are peculiar things. They're necessary muscles that keep us alive by pumping blood and oxygen into our veins. Hearts are also compulsory, often making us foolish. They pull us towards others with a force that aches, burns, and satiates you all at once. Before you know it that mass of tissue is no longer yours. 

Maybe mine never was. 

In my case, that draw came from a stranger that left my heart feeling both fulfilled and consumed. 

I didn't expect to fight her for the last standby seat to New York City. I didn't plan on letting her get under my skin. Or the way her vulnerability tore me up inside and compelled me to care for her. She didn't plan on letting me witness her chaos. 

Her anxious heart and my perfectionist mind let things get messy. 

And though we didn't plan for it, our interrupting of each others' lives was exactly what we needed. 

Sometimes the mess is the most beautiful part of life. 


We opted for dessert wine and some cheese instead of traditional sweets. The more wine she had the more unfiltered Margo became. She wasn't exactly holding back in the first place, but her last semblance of restraint melted away. 

After paying for dinner, we walked out into the cold fall night. I wanted to take Margo somewhere I knew would make her nervous. Mostly, I wanted to push her to that point of no control to see if I could at least hold her again in some way. Any touch was better than none. 

Sure, it was fucked up of me to purposely make her nervous, but I was desperate. And where in the past I would have blatantly flirted and tiptoed over lines with women, I didn't want to do that with her. I wanted her to come to me. There was something about letting things unfold naturally that pushed me to be on my best behavior. 

It wasn't easy though. She'd lick her lips, beckoning me to look at them. Her tongue danced over her crimson lips, inducing a jolt of arousal that shocked through my entire body and ended in my cock. Images of what her naked body and imaginings of how she sounded when she came flooded my mind. I couldn't take it any longer. If I got her in bed, I wouldn't need foreplay. I probably wouldn't last very long either. Wouldn't that be painfully unfortunate? 

In her tipsiness, she allowed me to put my arm around her waist as we walked. We'd done so in silence till I continued down some subway stairs. She jolted to a stop at the top and shoved against my arms. "Fuck no!" 

Despite trying to pull her forward, she slithered out of my grasp. "Come on, you gotta do it if you're going to live here, Margo." 

I took two steps down, leaving us at eye level. 

Her eyes turned glassy, and they couldn't focus on me. She'd dart from my eyes to the half-lit buildings, or at the people ignoring her odd reaction. "I don't have to do it today, Hudson. I may not move at all…." 

"Do you trust me?" 

She hesitated, again looking around at her options for running away before eventually giving in. 

"Then come here, I'll take care of you," I said, the truth of my words surprising me. 

Reaching out to her, I waited for her to join me. She tilted her head and assessed me, staring into my eyes before lowering her gaze to my lips then throat. Was she that afraid of the subway? Or was it the offer of my hand? 

I think it was my words. On the plane the night before, Margo looked at me with such surprise. Sure, we'd bickered, but I’d helped her, and she probably hadn't expected that. Maybe she'd never trusted anyone and didn't know why she wanted to trust me. Just like I didn't know why I wanted her so desperately, or struggled with that same unexpected confusion I couldn't silence. 

Clasping my hand, she followed me to the automated machine downstairs where I purchased two one-way tickets. We approached the platform, and every little noise startled her. It was kind of cute to see her conquering her fears, but what impressed me was her need to prove herself to both of us. We boarded the over-filled train and had no option but to stand towards the back of the cart. With so many people around, we were squashed close together. I could feel the warmth radiating off her flawless skin. I could smell the remains of her incense and roses perfume that tempted me to lean in and press my nose and lips against her soft throat. The wine had also left me a little unhinged, stealing touches here and there. And she let me. Not once did she address my hand gripping her lower back whenever the train turned. 

As if the universe could hear my plea, the train pulled out of the next station with a quick jerk and Margo's body propelled into mine. I caught her and wrapped my arms awkwardly around her waist. We were sealed together: her breasts on my lower chest, her torso leaning against my stomach and belt, the apex of her legs just barely cupping the center of my groin. I started hardening immediately, and I doubt it went unnoticed. All my hard edges were at home against her softness. 

I couldn't help myself. 

I pressed my lips to the top of her head and leaned over her. Holding my breath, I waited for her reaction to my brash affection, but she gave me back something I hadn't expected. She looked up at me and smiled. It was wide and brazen like her others, but it was also laced with a twinge of sadness. She whispered one thing. "You." 

To which I replied, "Me?" 

Margo nodded and pulled the collar of my shirt down before pressing her lips against my neck. They opened and left wet traces of her along my skin. It felt like fire—painful, searing, and warm. I wanted all of her, and I hoped that was Margo's way of telling me she wanted the same. 

The train stopped and so did she. When she saw Times Square again, she inhaled deeply, the way someone does after swimming underwater for too long. With a squeeze of her shoulder, I led her straight into our hotel; the sooner I got her in private, the better. The elevator music was accompanied with my heartbeat and the machinery groaning around us. I could see all the ways I wanted to please her so clearly in my head, and every nerve ending in my body was burning with the need to touch her. 

But I couldn't. I wasn't sure I could go through with it. 

Have you ever had a moment so perfect that you don't want to do anything to fuck it up? That night with the girl in the dress and Chucks was a string of perfect moments all dangling together in my mind. Despite assuming I'd never see Margo again, I still didn't want to risk messing up the image I'd always have of her. It just didn't seem right, at least not if I initiated it. I didn't want her rejection to taint the pedestal she'd earned in my mind. 

While I watched her walking ahead of me, I thought about making any move I could. I thought about kissing her again and seeing where it went. I considered just bluntly telling her I wanted to be inside her. Maybe she'd have liked that. But as she slid the key into her room door, I remained frustratingly mute. Margo turned and looked at me with heavy eyelids and flushed cheeks. In a raspy whisper, she said words I'd been dying to hear. 

"Do you want to come in?" 

"Really?" I stepped back. The desperation I had for her sincerity was drowning me in doubt. 

Margo moved closer, pressing her soft center against my firm one. With her hand against my throat, feeling my pounding heartbeat beneath my stubble-laden skin, she looked up at me. Her gaze was penetrating and flooded with desire. 

"Hudson, we've been eye-fucking each other all night, let's be honest now. I'm dying to know what you'll do to me if I let you." 

With that admission, I became someone else. An animal. A tempted addict. A man craving only her. Grabbing her arm, I pushed her in and shut the door by slamming her against the back of it. She looked up with the most evocative grin and hummed in approval. Looking down at her, I grabbed her neck and wrapped my fingers around it. 

"You have no idea what I've imagined tonight thanks to this fucking dress and that delicious mouth."

Before she could reply, I sealed my lips against hers. There was no turning back.

Stephanie Alba lives in Miami, Florida with her husband, her toddler and their two dogs, Milo and Van Gogh. She's obsessed with Disney, British history, traveling, romances novels, movies, and Halloween. When she's not glued to her laptop or writing in her notebook, she's either: running, planning her next vacation, binge-watching Netflix, reading, or chasing her toddler.

Available Now! | Demand (Careless Whispers #2) by Lisa Renee Jones | #NEW #RomanticSuspense #Mystery

Title: Demand
Series: Careless Whispers #2
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mystery
Released: 31 May 2016

The sexy, breathtaking mystery continues in New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones's stunning second novel in the suspenseful Careless Whispers series--where shocking revelations will reveal themselves and nothing, and no one, will ever be the same.

Still struggling with amnesia, Ella questions everything she's known about Kayden Wilkens--the alluring stranger who claims to have found her unconscious in an alleyway. But was he truly a stranger--or did Kayden know her before his supposed rescue? Tormented by the potential betrayal he denies, with fleeting memories of a bombshell in her recent past, Ella must face a hard reality. Every action has consequences . . . and trusting Kayden, the one thing she most desires, might result in the direst consequences of all.

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Crossing behind the couch toward the kitchen, I find myself remembering those naked, intimate moments with Kayden only a short time ago. The passion. The trust I'd felt for him. And then his words: "We both want more. Until we don't." The words send a surge of adrenaline and nerves through my body.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee teases my nostrils as I reach the kitchen, where I immediately find Kayden standing behind the island. But it's not him that makes my heart lurch, as usual. It's my gun that's lying on the counter between us.
And when I should perhaps step backward I find myself charging forward to claim the other side of the counter.
"What is that for?"
"You thought you needed it earlier," he says. "I want you to have it now."
My fingers curl on the tiled counter. "Do I need it?"
"That's for you to decide."
"That isn't the answer I want."
His jaw sets hard. "If you're expecting an answer you'll want, you'd better pick up that gun."
We stare at each other, a push and pull between us that has nothing to do with fear or intimidation, and everything to do with a bond we both know is being tested. "I know what you're doing."
"What am I doing?"
"The same thing you did outside that church, when you helped me hold the gun to your chest."
"Which is what?"
"Offering me the façade of control."
"You holding a loaded gun on me in no way equals a façade."
"I know you now," I counter. "You don't give up control, even when you say you are."
He rests his hands on the counter, one turned just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the hawk inked on his wrist, its wings spread, the mark of a man whose rules of many must dictate his actions. "There are two sides to this coin," he says, his words drawing my attention, his pale blue eyes piercing mine. "The me with you, and the me with everyone else."
"We barely knew each other at the church."
"I'd already decided you were mine. You just didn't know it yet."

"You are all kinds of tattooed hotness, Kayden Wilkens. Hawk."
His lips curve. "Is that you talking or the wine?"
"It's called liquid courage."
"You're adorably drunk."
I stroke his cheek, which feels much better than mine. "But you're here, and you are The Hawk and I know I'm safe."
"You are safe with me, Ella."
"I am, but you're dangerous to everyone else."
His expression sobers. "Is that what you think of me?"
"Don't go getting serious on a drunk person. I didn't mean that negatively you're everyone's protector." I grab his T-shirt. "I meant that the bad guys are in trouble when they piss you off. And I meant it like you're a badass, thus the you're sexy' comment. Wait. Did I say that or think that? I'm saying it now. You're sexy."
He flattens his hand at the small of my back. "Badass?"
"Do you know how badly I want to be inside you right now? Right here?" His hands go to my sides, traveling to my breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples to hard peaks.
I grab his hands as my cheeks flush. "Too bad I wore jeans. You'll have to behave."
"Will I?" he asks, flicking my nipple.
I grab his wrists, firming my voice. "Stop, because yes, you do. I am not getting undressed in public."
He reaches down and fingers the easily undone laces that line the front of my jeans. "I'll settle for you having an orgasm until we get home."
I reach for his hand. "I can't have an orgasm in public, either," I say, but my body betrays me, my sex clenched and wet.
"That sounds like a challenge and this is barely public." He pulls several of my laces loose. "I told Niccolo I couldn't command you to orgasm. I want to try."
"You can," I assure him. "You can pretty much just look at me and I'm wet."
"Are you telling me you're wet now?"
"Very so take me home and do something about it."
His hand goes to my jaw and he drags my gaze to his.
"I never thought I'd use the word home again let alone have a woman I want to use it with. I love you, Ella."
"I love you too " He slips his fingers beneath the laces and suddenly they're intimately pressed to my sex. "That was unfair!"
"You're not wearing panties," he observes, slipping a finger inside me.
"Kayden "
"And you are very, very wet." His head lowers, lips at my ear. "I would kill to feel you around me right now."
I pant, and my sex clenches around his fingers. "You're about to embarrass me."
"No one can see us."
"That's not what I mean. I mean " He thumbs my clit and presses another finger inside me. "I'm going to come really fast." He kisses me, a deep slide of his tongue, and oh . . . oh . . .

About Lisa Renee Jones

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series, which is now in development for a television show to be produced by Suzanne Todd of Team Todd (Alice in Wonderland). Suzanne Todd on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara's character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy - a modern girl we all can identify with. I'm thrilled to develop a television show that will tell Sara's whole story - her life, her work, her friends, and her sexuality.

In addition to the success of Lisa's INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin's Press.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women's Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at www.lisareneejones.com and she is active on Twitter and Facebook daily.

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New and on SALE today! | Murder (Sinful Secrets #2) by Ella James | Book #1 is #FREE | #NEW #RomanticSuspense @givemebooksblog @author_ellaj

Title: Murder
Series: Sinful Secrets #2
Author: Ella James
Genre: Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: May 31, 2016


Let me tell you now: I kill her. 

I love Gwenna White more than my life. And still – I'm her demise.

It should have been simple. Easy come, easy go, and in between: atonement.
She was not who I'd have chosen.
Gwen was delicate and lovely: a former model with a ruined life, living loudly in the quiet of the Smoky Mountains, healing injured bears.
When she laid her hands on me, she healed me, too.

That's how it began. That's where it went wrong. 

I knew she could never be mine. But I sinned. 

I sinned.

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Ella James is the USA Today bestselling author of fourteen teen and adult romance novels. She's a Southerner who came to Colorado and can't say goodbye to the mountains, despite missing sweet tea, the Gulf Coast, and good barbecue.

Ella is raising two children who will probably grow up believing many untruths about everything from dragons to the necessity of wearing shoes.

New Release | Stepping Over The Line by Laura Marie Altom | #NEW #NA #Romance @givemebooksblog @LauraMarieAltom @readloveswept

Title: Stepping Over the Line 
Author: Laura Marie Altom
Genre: New Adult Romance
Publisher: Loveswept
Release Date: Ma31, 2016


If you love the stepbrother romances of Sabrina Paige, Caitlin Daire, and Krista Lakes, you’ll fall hard for Laura Marie Altom’s tale of forbidden love—a red-hot novel in her Shamed series featuring two tortured souls with an unbreakable bond.

As the chief legal counsel for dot-com billionaire Liam Stone, Garrett Marsden has grown accustomed to being universally loathed. In fact, he welcomes it. Because the bigger the fight, the easier it is to run from his desire for someone he can never have: his stepsister. But when Garrett flies back to Julep, Mississippi, for Savannah’s med school graduation, a steamy encounter makes all his wildest dreams come true—and leads to his undoing. Because that’s when he meets Savannah’s boyfriend. . . .

Five years later, Savannah Boudreaux couldn’t be happier as a small-town Southern doctor and single mom to a young son. There’s only one thing missing. Her stepbrother, Garrett, has just been released from prison, and although he may be a free man, he’s become a bitter shadow of the kind and caring man who once came to her rescue. Now Savannah will cross the line to save Garrett from himself: to prove that he can live his life, love whoever he wants . . . and be a wonderful father to their son.

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Laura Marie Altom is the author of more than forty books in three different genres. Now that her kids are in college, Altom spends her days writing and chasing after a menagerie of pets: a mini long-haired dachshund named Cocoa, a Yorkie named Chewie, a mutt named Sweet Pea, a giant kitty named Foxy, and Domino—a black-and-white stealth cat she rarely sees. She’s happily married to her college sweetheart (go Hogs!), and when night falls, she steals a few romantic moments for herself with her own hunky cover stud. 

Available Now | Unbreakable (Fallen Aces MC #1.5) by Max Henry | #NEW #MC #SecondChance

Title: Unbreakable
Series: Fallen Aces MC #1.5
Author: Max Henry
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2016

Even after a broken heart is repaired, can the scars be too many for it to beat the same again?

Six years and a promotion to club president later, I’ve finally had enough of her excuses. The lies have to stop. She IS worth the risk, I’ve NEVER gone a day without thinking about her or my son, and I know underneath it all she DOES still love me.

This time, she'll come home for good … she just doesn’t know it yet.


Max is the author of dark, and highly emotional romance. Her Butcher Boys series is centered around a group of ex-street kids who have teamed up with an indebted motorcycle club to take down a notorious drug lord. And her new series, the Fallen Aces MC, is a spin-off from this dark and dangerous world. Her writing has been described as 'gripping', and 'addictive', taking you on an 'emotional roller coaster ride'.

Originally born and bred in New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing. When she's not engrossed in her dark and twisted fictional worlds, she can be found enjoying the outdoors while 4wd-ing with her family.