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When sexy Stark Security Chief Ryan Hunter whisks his girlfriend Jamie Archer away for a passionate, romance-filled weekend so he can finally pop the question, he’s certain that the answer will be an enthusiastic yes. So when Jamie tries to avoid the conversation, hiding her fears of commitment and change under a blanket of wild sensuality and decadent playtime in bed, Ryan is more determined than ever to convince Jamie that they belong together.

Knowing there’s no halfway with this woman, Ryan gives her an ultimatum – marry him or walk away. Now Jamie is forced to face her deepest insecurities or risk destroying the best thing in her life. And it will take all of her strength, and all of Ryan’s love, to keep her right where she belongs…

 

 

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“Kiss me,” he says, and I close my mouth over his, losing myself in the sensation of being body on body like this, so close I can’t tell if the heartbeat I’m feeling belongs to Ryan or me.

We move slowly at first, but there’s no holding back, and soon our motions are frenzied. Soon, he’s exploding inside me. Soon, I shatter in his arms.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs when we’re sane again and he’s looking at my face with eyes filled with love. “You are so beautiful.”

I bend and kiss him—my heart overflowing. And I can’t help but think how different it is with Ryan than the men I’d been with before. Before, when a guy called me beautiful, I’d mentally cringed, at least a little.

Because the truth is, I am beautiful. It’s not an ego thing—it’s just an empirical fact. It’s useful, and I’ve definitely traded on it. But it’s not who I am. Not the heart of me. And in my life BR— Continue reading “#TemptMe #ReleaseDay @juliekenner @InkslingerPR”

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I have read this book and loved every minute of it. Remi and Dante invaded my mind each day I read the book. This is a definite MUST READ!!!!!

 

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I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment.

My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists.

I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him.

He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I’ll never get over him. There isn’t a chance in this clouded hell.

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Four hundred sweaty bodies packed into this room, and you could’ve heard a pin drop. My boots clicked on the concrete floor. It could have been a scene right out of a movie, the way the two shirtless guys circled each other, faces torn up and bleeding, hands in front of their faces, with scraps of wrapping covering swollen and bruised knuckles. I could smell the aggression.

It smelled like money.

I’d been gambling on anything and everything since I’d been given the run of the neighborhood at six. I’d grown up in Vegas, but it wasn’t silly cards I was interested in. I loved contests, where real skill was involved. I craved the tension a match brought to a room full of people. I could feed off the energy.

I watched the two thick men trade punches. One was a fair amount bigger than the other, muscled through his arms down to his massive hands. He brought a knee up just in time to block a quick kick from his opponent who I presumed to be the owner of the dive bar I stood in.

I’d had him described to me, dark hair, six feet four, and piercing blue eyes, but those details could have matched half the room. The harsh fake light defined the high arch of his cheekbones even under all the blood. I’d done my research, but there were no pictures of the guy. What told me it was Dante was the swath of planets tattooed across his left shoulder. It dripped down the back of his arm like a tragic afterthought. Everyone knew the tattoo. It was talked about, though no one knew what it symbolized. I studied anyone I planned to use. Information was gold in this business.

He was beautifully deadly, just my type. I’d been looking for him for a long time.

I took the long way around to the gambling window, keeping my eyes on the fight. Dante was quick, but I’d be surprised if he pulled off the win. It was well-known heavyweights tore up lighter guys for a reason. They could hit a lot harder and destroy even faster men. The line, at the window, had thinned when the fight got going, and I only had to wait a few moments to buy a ticket. The odds were in the opponent’s favor, so I put money on Dante.

I slipped into one of the rows and took a seat on the bleachers, kicking my feet out in front of me. It had been a long day, and my body was feeling it. I was almost thirty, and struggling with control was taxing.

Dante dodged a fist coming at his head and hit the other guy three times in the span of seconds. The crowd roared, surging like a massive organism with one mind. He didn’t pull back to avoid getting hit. He pushed the guy back with punch after punch, giving his opponent plenty of opportunity to hit him back. It was a—unique strategy. Ballsy even. Most boxers tried to avoid getting hit, unless they were masochists.

His opponent landed a right hook to Dante’s jaw causing him to stumble back a few paces. The guy charged Dante. My heart skipped a beat. I thought Dante was done for, but he regained his stance and fought off the attack.

“Fuck.” I sat forward, resting my elbows on my knees. The heat and tension in the room pressed in around me, collectively choking off all the oxygen.

Dante snarled, baring bloody teeth, and my cock twitched. I adjusted, eyes never leaving his sweat-soaked skin. All his muscle was on full display, the V of his hips cutting right down into his low-slung shorts. I wanted to be the one opposite him in the ring. I wanted him to hit me.

Dante’s body shuddered right before he attacked. He slammed his fist into the guy’s temple, and the big bloke went down hard, shaking the floor when he landed. It didn’t even need to be called. It was clear he was out cold.

Dante raised both hands in the air and growled. But he didn’t stay to celebrate. He ducked out of the ring and went right to a commanding woman who had legs a mile long that disappeared under a skirt that hugged her ass. She held a drink out to him, and I waited. Girlfriend? He was bisexual, or so I’d been told.

She didn’t touch him as they exchanged a few words. He turned and walked toward the employee door, and she followed. They disappeared, and as the crowd moved around me, getting more drinks, leaving, and cashing in tickets, I sat.

Now that I’d seen the operation, I was sure. I could be me here. If I played it right, I could steal away and hide, even if only for a short time. But he’d never know I’d been here already. It would give me the upper hand.

I could taste the freedom already.

 


 

About J.R. Gray

When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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Full Domain by: Kindle Alexander ~@KindleAlexander @EJBookPromos #Review #BlogTour #Giveaway

Title: Full Domain
Series: Nice Guys Novel #3
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Published: January 12, 2016
Honor, integrity, and loyalty are how Deputy US Marshall Kreed Sinacola lives his life. A former SEAL now employed by the Special Operations Group of the US Marshal Service, Kreed spent most of his life working covert operations and avoiding relationships. Never one to mix business with pleasure, his boundaries blur and his convictions are put to the test when he finally comes face-to-face with the hot computer geek he’s been partnered with. Hell-bent on closing the ongoing case for his longtime friend, he pushes past his own limits and uncovers more than he expects.

Aaron Stuart strives for one thing: justice. Young and full of idealism, his highly sought after computer skills land him a position with the National Security Agency. Aaron’s biggest hazard at his job is cramped fingers, but all that changes when he is drawn into the middle of a dangerous federal investigation. Aaron gets more than he bargained for when the FBI partners him with a handsome and tempting deputy US marshal. His attraction to the inked up, dark-haired man provides another kind of threat altogether. Aaron tries desperately to place a firewall around his heart and fight his developing feelings, knowing one misstep on his part could ultimately destroy him.

The solution isn’t as easy as solving the case, which is treacherous enough as it is. But the growing sexual attraction between them threatens to derail more than just Kreed’s personal convictions as he quickly learns temptation and matters of the heart rarely fit easily into the rules he’s lived by. Will Kreed be able to convince Aaron to open his heart and face the fact that sometimes the answers aren’t always hidden in code?


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Another five star book written by Kindle Alexander.
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Honestly speaking, it took me a little time to get into this book, only because…don’t stop reading, stay with me… Kindle writes some of the hottest M/M sex scenes I have ever read and I couldn’t wait to get to her first scene. I was impatient. I will be honest. I wanted to skim but the story grabbed my attention. Pulled me in. Hook line and sinker.
But the build up was WELL worth the wait. Seriously! (Phew)

“Full Domain” is the third book in the “A Nice Guys Novel” series. You can certainly read it as a stand alone but if you are like me, you will want to go back and learn more about the main characters in the other books who are also in this one like Colt and Jace (Double Full) and Mitch and Cody (Full Disclosure). I want to know their full stories to complete the series. But you can certainly read “Full Domain” as a stand alone.

I don’t want to give this the “well written” stamp because this story is more than that. The main story line has so many tangled webs to it (that will get worked out, don’t worry) and it holds your attention if you like suspense in your novels. Aaron, a computer geek, who works for the NSA, is called in to help with a case the US Marshall’s are working on. He is paired with Kreed, a very tough, hard ass, very seasoned US Marshall whose partner, Knox, is out on leave. The two must work together to try and help the US government solve a case that actually becomes deeper and more dangerous than first expected. Aaron is green when it comes to this type of work and he becomes Daniel thrown into the Lion’s Den in this case.

I was impressed with the intricate details in the story, always another surprise around the corner, never knowing who to trust or who would turn against them. I actually got scared when Kreed did as the whole ordeal was going down. I was yelling at Aaron to check his phone. But secretly glad he didn’t.

The mystery surrounding Aaron and his past blew me away when it all fell into place. Not what I was expecting, close, but not that. Cleverly written. I am honestly glad the occupations of the two men did not interfere with the future either. The problems facing the four men in the end were tied up nicely and in a very clever way.

This is my second Kindle Alexander novel and I am just as impressed, if not more with this one. Her writing style is easy to read, the sex scenes are hot, passionate and detailed and the characters are easy to relate to and you can actually feel their desires and disappointments. You sometimes want to get into their heads too and have a little conversation with them. Well written book and I look forward to learning about the other characters in the first two books in this series.

From the book:
“He (Aaron) sure didn’t want Kreed digging too deeply into his gaming activities.”

Nope, he sure didn’t. This was the precursor to the mystery surrounding Aaron.

I love this line from the book:
“Sin… Tempting, illicit, seductive. It fit the man so well.”

This. This is SO Kreed. Best line in the book. Right there. Mr. Hard Ass Military Man.

“You’re so fucking sexy with those fuck-me-I’m-so-smart glasses on and that intense look on your face.”
Aaron glanced up and narrowed his eyes as he shoved the glasses off to the top of his head and stretched out his back. There was just something about the big, gorgeous deputy marshal growling those words at him that made his dick want to come out and play. A tired yawn from hours of sitting behind his laptop slipped free as he rubbed his eyes.
“And those noises you make are a complete turn-on.”

“I have a feeling it doesn’t take much to turn you on. A slight gust of wind would probably have you at full mast,” Aaron teased, lowering the lid to his laptop.

Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!

I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.

Find out more by visiting http://www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com

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#ExcerptReveal ~ Dirtiest Secret by: J. Kenner ~ @JulieKenner @InkslingerPR #ComingSoon

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It was wrong for us to be together, but it was even harder to be apart.

The memory of Dallas Sykes burns inside of me.

Everyone knows him as a notorious playboy, a man for whom women and money are no object. But to me, he’s still the one man I desperately crave—yet the one I can never have.

Dallas knows me better than anyone else. We bear the same scars, the same darkness in our past. I thought I could move on by staying away, but now that we’re drawn together once more, I can’t fight the force of our attraction or the temptation to make him mine.

We’ve tried to maintain control, not letting ourselves give in to desire. And for so long we’ve told ourselves no—but now it’s finally time to say yes.

Dirtiest Secret is intended for mature audiences.

 

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Even by Southampton standards, the party at the nine-thousand-square-foot mansion on Meadow Lane reeked of extravagance.

Grammy Award–winning artists performed on an outdoor stage that had been set up on the lush lawn that flowed from the main house to the tennis courts. Celebrities hobnobbed with models who flirted with Wall Street tycoons who discussed stock prices with tech gurus and old-money academics, all while sampling fine scotch and the season’s chicest gin. Colored lights illuminated the grotto style pool, upon which nude models floated lazily on air mattresses, their bodies used by artisan sushi chefs as presentation platters for epicurean delights.

Each female guest received a Hermès Birkin bag and each male received a limited edition Hublot watch, and the exclamations of delight—from both the men and the women—rivaled the boom of the fireworks that exploded over Shinnecock Bay at precisely ten p.m., perfectly timed to distract the guests from the bustle of the staff switching out the dinner buffet for the spread of desserts, coffee, and liqueurs.

No expense had been spared, no desire or craving or indulgence overlooked. Nothing had been left to chance, and every person in attendance agreed that the party was the Must Attend event of the season, if not of the year. Hell, if not of the decade.

Everyone who was anyone was there, under the stars on the four acre lot on Billionaires’ Row.

Everyone, that is, except the billionaire who was actually hosting the party. And speculation as to where he was, what he was doing, and who he was doing it with ripped through the well-liquored and gossip-hungry crowd like wildfire in a windstorm.

“No idea where he could have disappeared off to, but I’d bet good money he’s not pining away in solitude,” said a reed-thin man with salt-and-pepper hair and an expression that suggested disapproval but was most likely envy.

“I swear I came five times,” a perky blonde announced to her best friend in the kind of stage whisper designed to attract attention. “The man’s a master in bed.”

“He’s got a shrewd head for business, that one,” said a Wall Street trader, “but no sense of propriety where his cock is concerned.”

“Oh, honey, no. He’s not relationship material.” A brunette celebrating a recently inked modeling contract shivered as if reliving a moment of ecstasy. “He’s like fine chocolate. Meant to be savored in very limited quantities. But so damn good when you have it.”

“More power to him if he can grab that much pussy.” A hipster with beard stubble and a man-bun wiped his wire-rimmed glasses clean with his shirttail. “But why the fuck does he have to be so blatant about it?”

“All of my friends have had him.” The petite redhead who pulled in a six figure wife bonus smiled slowly, and the flash of her green eyes suggested that she was the cat and he was the delicious cream. “But I’m the only one of us to enjoy a second helping.”

“All your friends?”

“How much pussy?”

“At least half the women here tonight. Maybe more.”

“Man, don’t even ask that. Just trust me. Dallas Sykes is the King of Fuck. You and me? Mere mortals like us can’t even compare.”

 

 

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J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Though known primarily for her award-winning and internationally bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list and #1 internationally, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.

JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swopn for him.” A four time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy).

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#ReleaseBlitz ~ The Truth About Him by: M. O’Keefe ~ @InkslingerPR @MollyOKWrites #Giveaway #Rafflecopter

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Today we are celebrating the release of THE TRUTH ABOUT HIM by M. O’Keefe. This is the 2nd book in the Everything I Left Unsaid series. Be sure to enter to win the giveaway below!

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For fans of Christina Lauren and Jodi Ellen Malpas comes the next novel in M. O’Keefe’s breathtakingly sexy series about a woman called into a journey of the heart, body, and soul.

We played our roles, told each other lies.

But now Dylan is no longer just a mysterious deep voice on the other end of the line. We’re face-to-face and our relationship is very, very real.

We still have secrets—but so much is crystal clear:

The thrilling danger.

The raw, naked desire.

The need to keep feeling the way he makes me feel. Forever.

Dylan is putting up walls, trying to keep me safe, but he can’t shut me out. He has seen my darkness and rescued me. Now it’s my turn, if only he will let me.

The Truth About Him is intended for mature audiences.

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Praise for M. O’Keefe’s Everything I Left Unsaid

“Exquisite, thrilling, and toe-curlingly sensual . . . a delicious guilty pleasure I never wanted to end!”New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans

“I am head over heels in love with Everything I Left Unsaid by M. O’Keefe. Everything about this book hits the mark—the exceptional prose, the brilliantly defined characters, the delicious plot, and all the wonderful, dangerous secrets. It’s an absolute must-read keeper-shelf book!”New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner

“I couldn’t put this book down. Annie’s story is heartbreaking, liberating, sweet, and sexy—I want more!”New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy

“Sweet, sizzling, sexy, and heart-wrenching, Everything I Left Unsaid broke my heart and left me yearning for more.”New York Times bestselling author Megan Hart

“The mystery, the excitement, and not to mention the elusive and very demanding Dylan Daniels will leave you breathless!”New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones

“O’Keefe is one of the best contemporary romance authors writing today. . . . Elegantly sensual and blisteringly sexual, the story immediately hooks readers and keeps them captivated with help from beautiful writing, complex characters, and a healthy dose of secrets, while a cliffhanger ending will have them eagerly awaiting Book 2. Breathtaking and passionately intense—a must-read.”Kirkus Reviews

“[O’Keefe] moves skillfully into . . . romantic suspense with this excellent series launch. . . . [She] infuses the situation with distinctive life and absorbing detail. Captivating characters and a cliffhanger ending will keep readers coming back for more.”Publishers Weekly

“Beautifully written, this richly detailed storyline, coupled with beguiling and complex characters, takes us on an emotionally charged journey filled with lust, betrayal and secrets. Captivating secondary characters only add fuel to the fire as a chance meeting between two damaged souls opens the doorway to what could be their salvation or personal hell. An incredible cliffhanger only charges your appetite for the sequel.”RT Book Reviews

“Intense . . . O’Keefe has deftly penned a story of hope, growth and courage peopled with complex protagonists. It’s a smorgasbord of visceral emotions.”BookPage

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Molly O’Keefe has always known she wanted to be a writer (except when she wanted to be a florist or a chef and the brief period of time when she considered being a cowgirl). And once she got her hands on some romances, she knew exactly what she wanted to write.

She published her first Harlequin romance at age 25 and hasn’t looked back. She loves exploring every character’s road towards happily ever after.

Originally from a small town outside of Chicago, she went to university in St. Louis where she met and fell in love with the editor of her school newspaper. They followed each other around the world for several years and finally got married and settled down in Toronto, Ontario. They welcomed their son into their family in 2006, and their daughter in 2008. When she’s not at the park or cleaning up the toy room, Molly is working hard on her next novel, trying to exercise, stalking Tina Fey on the internet and dreaming of the day she can finish a cup of coffee without interruption.

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#CoverReveal ~ Off Limits by: Callie Harper ~ @CallieKHarper @LiteraryGossip

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Off Limits: A Stepbrother MMA Romance
by Callie Harper

Tuck

I like to fight and I like to fuck.
Now’s my shot to fight for real, step out from my billionaire father’s shadow and be my own man. This summer’s all about going after my goal of becoming a pro MMA fighter.
The problem is the girl I want to fuck. She’s driving me crazy with her little yoga outfits, her creamy skin, luscious curves and wide-eyed innocence. Normally, I’d hit it and quit it, get her out of my system and focus.
But she’s my fucking stepsister. And she hates me. This summer we’re supposed to spend eight weeks together living under the same roof.
I need to taste her. I won’t rest until she’s writhing beneath me, begging me to let her come. I’m a man who gets what he wants, and what I want now is Jewel.

Jewel

I want him so bad it hurts. I’ve never felt this way before.
I’ve never had a problem keeping my distance from bad boys. The more muscles, tats and testosterone, the more I ran the other way. I learned my lesson, growing up with a trainwreck of a mother.
Until now.
Tuck makes my panties melt. He keeps me up at night, twisting in the sheets, obsessed with fantasies while I touch myself.
But he’s my stepbrother. And he’s an alpha, dominant asshole.
We’re sharing a house and he’s walking around shirtless, every inch of him ripped with hard muscle, sweaty after his brutal workouts. I don’t think I can hold out much longer. I’ve always been the good girl, but he makes me want to be bad.

***Off Limits is a standalone stepbrother romance novel with a HEA (85,000 words).


 

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#BlogTour ~ Hawk’s Property by Chiah Wilder ~ @EJBookPromos #InsurgentMotorcycleClub

Title: Hawk’s Property
Series: Insurgents MC #1
Author: Chiah Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 27, 2015
From the first time Hawk saw her, he knew he wanted to do dirty things to her in his bed.

Hawk, the muscled, tatted, badass Vice President of the Insurgents Motorcycle Club, sees women as bed warmers, nothing more. He never stays with the same woman, and although there are plenty of women who want to be his old lady, he wants none of that. 
He doesn’t date.
He doesn’t let chicks ride on the back of his bike.
He doesn’t fall in love.

And that suits him just fine until he meets her whose eyes light a fire in him. Problem is she’s not so easy to get into his bed. Hawk wants her. And when Hawk wants something he takes it. 

Cara Minelli doesn’t want to go to the biker bar, but her friend talks her into it. Swearing off men since she caught her fiancé cheating on her right before her wedding, she has buried herself in her career not wanting a man in her life. Until she sees him. He is sexy, rough, crude, and oh so very wrong for her. So why can’t she stop thinking of all the nasty things he’ll do to her if she relents and lets him in her bed?

Then a vicious killer who has been strangling women in the area focuses on Cara. Police think bikers are involved. Can Cara set aside her trust issues and let Hawk into her life? 

Hawk sees it as his job to protect what is his…and Cara is very much his even if she doesn’t know it yet. Cara keeps her heart guarded, but when danger comes calling, their lives collide. Hawk will stop at nothing to keep Cara safe and make her “Property of Hawk”. 

The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. Hawk’s Property is Book One in the series. This book contains violence, strong language, and steamy sexual scenes. HEA. No cliffhangers. The book is intended for readers over the age of 18

Looking at Cara with slightly unfocused eyes, Sherrie turned around on her bar stool, trying to get the bartender’s attention. Cara watched the various patrons as they came up to order their drinks. The majority of them were men, and the few women in the bar were dressed in provocative clothing: short skirts, barely-there tops, skin-tight jeans, and spandex dresses. Her blue jeans and sleeveless, knit black top made her look like the poster woman for prim and proper. Sherrie, dressed in a tight black dress with silver studs and buckles, had told her to “slut it up a bit,” but Cara didn’t feel comfortable wearing anything too revealing in a biker bar. Seeing all the women strutting their stuff, she realized she stuck out like a sore thumb. She jumped when the entrance door slammed, making Sherrie laugh.

“God, you’re nervous.”  

“These aren’t the type of people I usually hang with.” Cara looked toward the door and watched a tall guy heading toward the bar. She gasped when he came into full view.

Her first impression was of raw power and sex. He was gorgeous, with shoulder-length black hair tied back in a ponytail. Sporting a nice build—muscular, but not bodybuilder-like—he wore two earrings in his right ear, jeans which fit him snugly around his legs and crotch, and a t-shirt that molded over his sculpted abs. A black leather jacket hung over his broad shoulders and gleaming silver chains hung down from his jeans’ pocket. He was definitely all male.

Cara raised her eyes from his body to his face, and a strange shiver slid up her spine, making her scalp tighten and her hands tingle. His ocean blue eyes stared at her from below perfectly shaped dark brows and above a slightly Roman nose. Full lips twitched in a half-smile, making her lick her own while widening her eyes. Hard, angular planes, a strong jaw, and a five o’clock shadow lent to his blatant sexiness. Swallowing hard, Cara glanced down again at his crotch, transfixed by the big mound against his zipper.

Looking up once again, she met his blue eyes, smoldering with intensity. Her cheeks turned crimson and she glanced away. In the mirror behind the bar, she saw him smirking at her as he leaned against the end of the counter.

“Hey, Hawk, what’s your vice?” the bartender asked him. 

“A bottle of Coors.” His deep, smooth voice stroked Cara’s senses like silk. He jerked his head toward her. “Do you know her?” 

“She’s a friend of the blonde who’s been coming here for two weeks chasing me. Damn, her friend’s so nervous and outta place. It looks like she’s never been to a biker bar.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t exactly fit in. Fuck, she’s hot, though.” 

Cara’s whole body tensed as her face heated, and she crossed her hands on the bar while he flagrantly assessed her. She averted her eyes and stared at the scratched markings on the wooden bar, running her fingers over the grooves, while she wondered if she should be livid at his vulgarity or flattered that he thought she was hot.

Patsy, the bartender, laughed. “I know you’re checking out her big rack.”

“You know me, man. A stacked bitch does it for me every time. I’d love to have my mouth around those soft tits. Her curves aren’t too shabby, either.” 

Cara pretended to be engrossed in conversation with an inebriated Sherrie. Her face was turned toward her friend, but her ears were glued to the biker’s conversation. She couldn’t help herself; she was repulsed, yet titillated by his crudeness. 

“You horny bastard.” Patsy chuckled.

“No argument there. She’s one sexy woman.”

Her cheeks flushed as the men continued to talk about her. She was tempted to grab her friend’s arm and yank her out of the dive at any second.

“Damn, girl, that guy is really checking you out. He’s totally hot.” Sherrie nudged her, tilting her head in Hawk’s direction.

“He’s being rude, and I’m not flattered.” Unable to resist, Cara glanced at Hawk sideways. Every time she looked at him, he was staring back at her, his gaze lingering on her mouth. His piercing stare made her stomach flutter. These drinks must really be strong. She was ogling a complete stranger decked out in leather and chains, picturing his lips on hers, his tongue probing her mouth. Fanning herself with her hand, she swore not to have another drink.
Chiah Wilder is the author of Hawk’s Property, the first book in the Insurgents MC Series. It is a full length, standalone novel. Its release date is set for October 27, 2015.

Always a lover of books, she began writing at a young age and continued through college with collections of short stories. Figuring she had to grow up and get a “real” job, her writing was placed on the back burner. 

Her love of reading has always be center front in her life. Chiah’s love of bad boys both in and out of fiction has inspired her Insurgents series. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. In fiction there are no rules or boundaries, and fantasies can go as far as the characters want to take them. Steamy, biker romances with rough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons. 

Returning to writing has been a dream come true. Writing and publishing Hawk’s Property has been an amazing journey, and she is happy to share the Insurgents family with her readers. She is busy writing her next book in the series.

Chiah would love to hear from you. You can contact her at: chiahwilder@gmail.com

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Damien Stark is my greatest Christmas wish come true. Immensely powerful and devastatingly sexy, he can undo me with the slightest touch, and with just one glance, he can see straight into my soul.

We both have dark secrets, twisted pieces of our pasts that only the other one understands. Though our fierce love and passion keeps me alive, sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if Damien and I hadn’t met in exactly the way we did.

How would my life have been different? Would another man have laid claim to my body and my heart? Or were Damien and I destined to be
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A successful Graphic Designer, who’s sworn off men. A high power Divorce Attorney, with a steadfast belief against commitment and monogamy. And the flight to Toronto that changed it all…

 ‘First Sight’ ~ The Deal Prequel

Their connection is evident upon first sight… The electricity and pull there from the first moment… But Adam Blaire is everything Bethany Drake is sworn against…

A wealthy playboy who disarmingly flits from one shattered female heart to the next, leaving a trail of women in his wake. He also happens to be the hottest, damn sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on.

But she can’t risk her heart again… not with her inexplicable knack for always choosing the wrong men. Gorgeous and wildly sexy Adam Blaire is the most sought after divorce attorney in Beverly Hills, and wholly against commitment and monogamy; why should a man settle for just one woman when there are so many beautiful women, just waiting, begging for pleasure?

But there’s something about the woman seated beside him on his flight to Toronto. Something different. Something that draws him in, and grabs hold. He has to have her! And he’s not waiting till they hit land… Or taking no for an answer! Bethany can’t fight it, the attraction to this man; the way he touches her, and looks at her…

Against her better judgement, and the risk of yet another heartbreak, she throws caution to the wind to indulge in a night of pleasure with the sinfully sexy Adam Blaire. After all, it’s only one night. In a completely different country. She’ll never see the man again. What’s the harm?

Learn the details of Adam and Bethany’s meeting, the intimate elements of their sexy mid-air doings, and the passionate, lust-filled night that led to their deal…

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Chapter One
“Okay, smooches buttercup!” chimed my best friend, Lizzy, leaning over the center console with an air kiss to each of my cheeks. “Rock those Toronto executives with our mad designs and killer ad plan and show ‘em how us kickass California girls do it! Knock their socks off, sweets.”
“Will do, partner.” I gave her a cheeky grin and squeezed her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” I gathered my briefcase, purse and carryon luggage, and popped the passenger door open, ready to embark into the crazy that was Los Angeles International Airport—better known as LAX.
“And while you’re at it…maybe you can rock one of those, too,” she dramatically nudged her head forward, “him, and get yourself out of this slump you’re in.” 
I followed Lizzy’s glinting green eyes to the front windshield and out over the hood of her family van, gazing at a black limousine parked in front of us and the gorgeous man who’d unloaded from it, waiting for his chauffeur to collect his travel bags for him. Even from only the side view I had of him, he looked pretty damn impressive: his dark hair, not a tousled strand out of sorts or looking anything but perfect; his skin was beautifully tanned with a classic California glow, giving me the impression he was a local man; his jawline was softly chiseled, and his frame…
Wow! …he seemed to be muscular and had the advantage of height; his steely blue suit stretched over his broad shoulders, lending a glorious hint at the muscles that lay beneath, and his suit slacks fit snug on his thick, muscular thighs. He was well-built, and impeccably dressed. His profile was perfect! I only wished I could see his eyes; I imagined they were just as dreamy as the rest of him.
He buttoned his perfectly tailored suit jacket and smoothed his hands over the front of it, straightening it out and assuring his perfection before he made his grand entrance into the busy airport terminal. (It wasn’t necessary; he was pretty well darn near perfect already.)
My heart skipped and paused a beat, waiting for the lovely long legs of a beautiful woman to follow him out of the open car door. But, to my surprise, one never followed. As if willing him to, the man turned with a brief, casual glance our way. Those lips. Holy mother of Christ! The man was hot. Though, I didn’t say as much to Lizzy.
No, I said, “Humph!  A wealthy, pompous control freak businessman who disarmingly flits from one shattered female heart to the next… No thank you!” I vowed. “He wouldn’t want a girl like me, anyway.”
Besides, I’m sworn off men…
Incredulous, Lizzy swung her gaze back to me. “What…smart, strong, successful, and beautiful? No, totally unappealing to men.” She shook her head at me. “That type of man is exactly what you need to shake it up. It’s been two months since you broke it off with dipshit Brian; I’m assuming you’ve been with no one since?”
Ugh! I swung my legs out of the open car door, remembering we were parked in a drop off only zone, curbside. “Gotta go! Thanks for the lift.” Yeah, I’ll be taking a cab home from the airport upon my return. I bent down and looked back at Lizzy, blowing her a goodbye kiss. To which Lizzy replied, “One night stand, baby!” giggling as I shut the car door and turned my back on her, my high heels at a fast pace into the terminal.
Most definitely taking a cab on my return route!
The thought was absurd; I don’t do one night stands. EVER! And now’s not the time to start. I’m a twenty-eight year old woman, not a college co-ed call-me-for-a-good-time party girl. I shook the ridiculous image from my mind and set after locating my boarding gate. I briefly considered stopping into the luxury pre-boarding lounge for a stiff drink or shot…or two or three. But thought better of it—arriving in Toronto plastered would not be ideal. Nor would
alerting Homeland Security to my inebriated self and being frisked like a threat or terrorist to the country before being allowed to board… Or worse, being disallowed to board…
As typical, my flight was running late—fog or something over San Francisco. I decided to make a trip to the restroom to freshen up a bit before the nearly five hour long flight, to avoid the need on board, and possibly relieve a little of this anxiety, as well.
My hands bracing me on a section of the sink counter, I leaned over one of the bathroom sinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror, the thought of a one night stand rolling around in my head… Could I do it? A one night stand? If it were a man like Mr. Devastatingly Gorgeous from the limo…? Hmm. My body tingled head to toe, a delicious shiver traveling down my spine,
sparking my inner parts alive and sending a delightful warmth passing through me — I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, “Now boarding flight AC790 to Toronto Pearson International Airport,” coming over the PA system and echoing throughout the oversized restroom. Good God, what had Lizzy done to me? I shook the dreamy thoughts from my head.
I’m traveling on business! And just like that, I snapped my focus back to the mission at hand—blowing the minds of the CEO and board of executives for The Grand International Concierge Hotel and Suites chain with our kickass design and advertising plan, smearing my competition and landing the account—as I darted off toward my flight.
As I approached my first class seat and settled my slim, five foot ten frame in, I was pleased to see the seat beside me was empty. What are the chances I’d be seated alone for the duration of the flight? I wondered briefly as we were alerted to fasten our seatbelts. I did as asked and buckled up, just as Mr. Gorgeous Limousine Man, all cool and calm, swept up to the seat beside
me. Jesus, the man smelled good—a mix of fresh, clean, spicy, masculine, oozing sex appeal, man. Intoxicating man!
I held my breath and turned my pale blue gaze to the window. This was going to be a very long flight seated beside Mr. Smell Good Drop Dead Gorgeous, intoxicating me and seducing me with his sexy man mojo.
He hoisted his carryon up with one hand and slipped it into the overhead compartment. I felt his height hovering beside me. Holy cow he was tall. At least six foot five. I was suddenly smacked with a vision of those sexy, long, muscular legs wrapped around me… horizontally…
pressed against me… between me… beneath me…
Oh my, Lizzy and her damn suggestion of a one night stand.
Mr. Gorgeous oozed his yummy self into the seat beside me, setting his laptop case on the floor between the toes of his fancy, Italian shoes and sliding it under the chair in front of him, just as I had mine. His seatbelt was then buckled, ready for takeoff.
I darted my eyes back to the window, pretending to have not noticed him—or the long, thick fingers that had just caressed his seatbelt while buckling it, never before more envious of an inanimate object in my life—acting completely unaffected and uninterested.
“Hello,” came the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, smooth and deep, seeming to speak directly to a bundle of secret places within me. Heavens. I slowly turned back, giving him a glance.
The word ‘breathtaking’ came to mind.
Had I ever seen a breathtaking man before?
Certainly not one such as him. The word was created for him… Had been inspired by him. He hit me with a million dollar smile, all big, brilliant and bright white. Damn if it wasn’t swoon worthy. Then he stunned me with his gaze, drawn there as his smile reached at the corners, crinkling just the slightest. I found myself looking into the most mesmerizing pale blue-
green eyes I’d ever seen, absolutely striking in contrast to his dark hair. Bedroom eyes, that’s
what they were. Another damn swoon worthy feature.
I was captivated right away, and under his spell. His hand politely came toward me, “Adam Blaire.” I was speechless as he took my hand in his and placed a light kiss on the back, his thumb lightly stroking my fingers. Those blue-green bedroom eyes looked up at me through thick dark lashes, “And you are?”
“Ah…uh, um—” And now I was a blubbering idiot, fool, tongue all tied up. Holy hell. He hit me with the smile again. And what the heck was that, with his touch? It felt like sparks striking out against my palm and zinging through me. Like a thrilling bolt of lightning, rousingly nestling smack-dab between my legs.
Damn, what’d he say his name was again?
He let go of my hand and I tucked it into my side, under my other arm, subtly wiping the sweat from my palm. Then I closed my eyes and tried to find my center…or at least summon my wits to return. Jeez. And what the hell, sweaty palms? What was I, sixteen? I felt the force of the pressure in the cabin upon take off, our plane readily ascending into the sky.
I let out a large breath of air, and quickly took in another. Phew. That seemed to help. Feeling more myself, I pushed out with the next breath, “Bethany…” Well, that was something; at least I remembered my own name.
“Delighted to meet you, Bethany.” His lips curled into an amused grin. “Not a fan of flying, I take it?”
Oh God, it had nothing to do with the flying, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. It was better that he thought I was a nervous flyer. So I just gave him a weak smile. I was relieved when the plane leveled off and I saw our cabin attendant flittering about. A drink, that’s what I needed—not that sitting beside this man for the next few hours wouldn’t be intoxicating enough. Mercy. He should come with a warning label.
~ Danger! Hazardous to the heart and senses of all women, and possibly men, sensible or otherwise. Likely to cause extreme levels of inebriation. ~
I should have had that drink-slash-shot in the pre-boarding lounge after all…screw Homeland Security. Get a grip Bethany. The man has trouble written all over him—the delicious kind of trouble—and you’re sworn off men. Likely for good!
His unbelievable eyes locked on mine. “What has you traveling today, Bethany? Meeting up with your boyfriend, perhaps?”
Ah, clever man. Hinting around the boyfriend topic. “No. Business.”
“And you left your boyfriend behind,” he pushed, “fervently awaiting your return?”
Okay; now he was just annoying me. Whether or not I had a boyfriend was none of his concern. And was altogether too forward, seeing as he’d only just sat down beside me. He leaned in a little closer, intoxicating me further, and huskily murmured, “If you were mine, I’d never send you off alone. In fact…I’d never let you out of my sight.”
His?!
Why did just the thought do unspeakable things to me? “What about you, Mr. Wealthy Limo Man?” 
His brows furrowed. “How’d you know I arrived in a limousine?” Oh crap.
“Lucky guess… You looked the type.”
“Oh?” He pulled back. “And what type is that, exactly?”
I cocked my head to one side with a knowing expression. “A convenient business trip; break from the wife and kids?”
He choked and coughed in combination with a sputtery chuckle. “Bite your tongue, sweetheart!
I giggled. “Okay. So no kids yet? Just a trophy wife?” This guy was kind of fun.
He looked a little amused, by the crooked grin toying at one corner of his mouth. “You’ve got me pegged all wrong, beautiful.”
“Oh, how so?” I played along, trying not to get swept up in the fact that he’d called me beautiful, and seemed to be flirting with me. Me!
“No kids, no trophy wife, and no girlfriend.” He dipped down and quickly snatched his laptop from under the seat in front of him, and then straightened up in his seat, turning the full wattage of his smile and power of his gaze on me. Wow. “Other than a high school girlfriend that I ended things with in law school, I’ve never even come close…” he paused, “to, eh, locking it
down, so to speak. I’m a divorce attorney. I’ve yet to see one that has worked out; whether it be marriage, or a relationship.”
“Hmm. So you’re a wealthy playboy?”
“Back to you; boyfriend? I see no ring, so no lucky man’s claimed you as his wife?”
Claimed me? “If you must know, I’m recently sworn off men.”
“Incredulous,” he said, “Why would you do such a thing? Clearly, men must fall at your feet and worship the very ground you walk on. You hold all the cards, honey. You could demand anything you want, and us poor men would submit willingly to a woman such as yourself.”
Ha! Someone forgot to give that memo to my ex. “Yes, so much so that my last boyfriend sought out someone else.” Cheating snake in the grass bastard.
“An idiot, that one.”
That brought a faint smile to my face. The man was not only gorgeous and yummy smelling, he was charming as well… Disarmingly so.
“Was it serious?”
“Lived together.” I squirmed in my seat. This was not a topic I wanted to revisit. Lizzy’s reminder in the car was enough. I unconsciously worried one side of my lower lip, crossing and uncrossing my legs.
“He didn’t deserve you.”
How could he tell? Though true. Too bad I didn’t realize that in the first place. I had a bizarre knack for always picking the wrong men.
“Hence why I’m sworn off men; I don’t need the distraction or the headache.” Nor the heartache, for that matter.
“What a shame,” Adam tisked, shaking his head. He set his large hand on the top of my bare thigh, just above my knee. Whoa! “Maybe I can persuade you otherwise.” His glittering eyes intently gazed into mine, seeking permission before he presumptuously moved his hand any further.
As far as I knew, I gave no indication of consent—ambivalent and stunned as I was—but Adam must have seen a flicker of something, because his hand began ascending on a delicious trail up the inside of my bare thigh, his smooth hand slowly gliding along my skin and creeping up under my skirt.
Holy cow! My breath halted in my chest, Adam’s eyes never leaving mine.
His other hand gently tugged the inside of my knee, encouraging my legs to part. Oh. My. God. This was really happening. Here. Now. In an air cabin of people. And I was letting it happen; allowing this intimate moment to play out with this complete stranger…
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#BookRelease ~ Under My Skin by J. Kenner ~ @JKenner @InkslingerPR “There’s a hungry glint to them, and for a moment I fear that he will tear me to pieces.”

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Jackson and Sylvia are back in the third and final part of J. Kenner’s sizzling erotic trilogy. You definitely don’t want to miss how their story ends!

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Jackson Steele and Sylvia Brooks are back in the powerful finale of a provocative, sizzling-hot new erotic trilogy set in the world of J. Kenner’s beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, andComplete Me.

He’s the only man I’ve ever loved, and the one man I can’t bear to lose.

Jackson Steele is my light in this world. Charismatic, bold, and always in control, he knows what he wants and how to get it—and absolutely nothing stands in his way. His hold on me is magnetic, his claim on me complete, his kiss my ultimate escape.

We both harbor dark secrets that could tear our lives apart. Though we’ve tried to bury our pasts, there are certain people who won’t let us forget. But the closer danger comes, the brighter the fire between us burns—our ecstasy consuming and soothing us both.

There’s no telling what lies ahead, but I know that Jackson never gives in without a fight. I’d do anything he wants to keep him safe, give him anything he needs. And now that we’re in deep, nothing can make me run.

Under My Skin is intended for mature audiences.

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She slams the door shut, the limo pulls back out onto the street, and I am left beside Jackson who sits perfectly, dangerously still.

I swallow, my skin prickling from the rising heat.

I’m breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling. My skin is warm, and beads of perspiration have gathered at the nape of my neck.

He turns his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine, wild and feral and hard.  That I will truly stand as proxy for the bastards who leaked the news. For the fear that I know must be consuming him, just as it is consuming me.

But haven’t I repeatedly told him that I can handle it, no matter how bad it gets? That I will be his release valve, his safety net?

That I’ll willingly take in his pain—and then we’ll turn it around into passion.

I am still holding his gaze, and I feel locked in place simply from the force of his will. He has not touched me, and though we haven’t spoken, I know that he will not until I acquiesce. Not tonight. Not when he needs to push. To go as far as he needs, and then some.

“Yes,” I say.

A muscle twitches in his cheek, but he doesn’t otherwise move, nor does he say a word to me. He simply watches me for one beat, then another. It is as if he is sizing me up, testing my resolve. I stay where I am, looking back at him. But slowly—very slowly—I part my thighs.

Jackson sucks in a breath through his nose. Then he twists at the waist so that he can reach the intercom button. He jams his finger down on it.

“Don’t go home, Edward.” His voice is hard. Tight with control. “Just drive. I don’t care where. Just drive until I tell you to stop.”

About J. Kenner

Julie Kenner (aka J. Kenner and J.K. Beck) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of over forty novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations,” J.K. writes a range of stories including super sexy romances, paranormal romance, chick lit suspense and paranormal mommy lit. Her foray into the latter, Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner, is in development as a feature film with 1492 Pictures.

Her most recent trilogy of erotic romances, The Stark Trilogy (as J. Kenner), reached as high as #2 on the New York Times list and is published in over twenty countries.

J.K. lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and several cats.

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