Title: Rook ( Sex and Bullets, #3)
Author: Jo Raven
Genre: Romance
Photographer: Eric Battershell
Model: Zeke Samples
Cover Art: Jo Raven
Danger lights me up But she sets me on fire It’s my turn to fight the shady Organization that’s dug its goddamn claws into every business in my town. Setting up my trap while keeping my friends safe is a challenge—and my private life shouldn’t interfere with my mission. Except it does. Because the only way to reach the center of the web is to crawl right into the spider’s lair—and that turns out to be the Cronin Scarlet Hotel. Luxury hotel with a kink, and my regular haunt. The perfect way in. Nobody will bat an eye if I ask for my usual relief from stress in one of their stylish pain rooms with some random girl who likes to dom. It will only take a phone call. But there’s one complication: Mia. A very s*xy complication. She works at the hotel as a maid, and she’s prim and proper and damn pretty. So buttoned up, her gaze so icy when she looks at me, she pushes all my buttons. I want to tie her up, I want her to tie me up, I want to try every filthy kink possible with her. But she doesn’t want anything to do with me ever since I kissed her. One searing hot kiss and I was lost, but she pushed me away. Why do I want a girl who’s nothing like the women I usually go for? A girl who doesn’t want me. And how the hell am I going to keep my mind on taking down the corrupt Organization when she’s around? *Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young readers.* ROOK is the third book in the bestselling Sex and Bulllets series. It is a full-length standalone New Adult Romantic Suspense novel by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jo Raven.
Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MME fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed into the present, loyalty and raw emotion. Add to that breathtaking suspense, super-hot sex scenes and a happy ending, and you have a Jo Raven® story.
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Title: Damaged
Author: Willow Winters
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Coverlüv
Photo: Alex Wightman
Model: Evan Swift
I married the bad boy from Brooklyn.
The one with the tattoos and the look in his eyes that told me he was bad news. The look that comes with all sorts of warnings. I knew what I was doing. I knew by the way he put his hands on me; how he owned me with his forceful touch. I couldn’t say no to him, not that I wanted to. That was then, and it seems like forever ago. Years later, I’ve grown up and moved on. But he’s still the man I married. Dangerous in ways I don’t like to think about. Sexy as sin, he attracts all the wrong kinds of temptations. The kind that lands a couple like us in the gossip columns. The kind that’s unforgivable. The kind that splits up marriages. I did this to myself. I knew better than to love him. And now I’m fucked. I married the bad boy from Brooklyn. And I don’t know how to survive this. Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two. In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
Title: Avarice Collection ( Hell On Earth 1-3)
Author: A.C. Melody
Genre: Dark Erotic/BDSM/Paranormal
Devils Only.
It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation... Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York's poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity's sake. She doesn't fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run. Unforgiving, destiny's twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she'd never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing's more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submission she's always longed for. Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami's missteps and she'll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she's finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything? Trigger/Content Warning: This collection is Dark, BDSM Paranormal Romance, all references to devils in the blurb are sincere. Possible triggers include but are not limited to demonology, violence, R.A.C.K. (Risk Awareness Consensual Kink), graphic sex and explicit language. Not intended for readers under the age of 18.
His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.
It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.
She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he'd turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn't planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn't care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn't want anything to ruin it.
"Mmm, you taste foolishly brave," he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.
Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.
She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.
"You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?" he asked. "Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?"
If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he'd been aware, only turned her on more.
"No, but it's a start," she replied.
He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh.
"Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it's a start."
He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn't have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.
Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.
Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn't afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.
Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other décor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire's secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.
"You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way," she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.
A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.
"That's what makes decorating so easy," he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. "The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?"
"My feet never get cold," she replied.
She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. "Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge."
It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.
"You're free to take it however you like," she pointed out, but it wasn't flippant.
No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.
"I don't need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want," he stated, before lowering his voice even more. "I don't wait for holidays."
A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.
A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.
She's 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. A.C. loves to hear from her readers and can be found at any of the following sites:
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