Tuesday, March 31, 2015

*BT & Giveaway* Ricochet by Heather C. Leigh




Ricochet: Locked and Loaded (Ricochet, #1)

Heather C. Leigh

Releasing March 29, 2015








Rick "Ricochet" Brennan served eight years as an elite Marine special ops Force Recon soldier. After an injury, and the terrible memories from that night, he retires and goes to work for his former Command Officer, Howard "Mack" McEvoy, at his training center in Atlanta.

Sanctum MMA appears on the surface to be a normal gym, training elite fighters to be the best. Except each trainer, hand-picked by Mack, possesses a special background that allows Mack to run one of the best-kept secrets in the country.

When twenty-four year old Quinn Wallace finally escapes her abusive husband, she turns to her father’s old Marine Corps buddy, Mack, for help. Broken and skittish, Quinn finds herself surrounded by large, intimidating men— men who could easily overpower her. She avoids them the best she can, but when Rick turns out to be more than just a rough fighter with bruised knuckles, she finds herself wondering if she can allow herself to trust again.

Ricochet is a full-length novel to be released as three parts.

***This book contains hot sweaty men, sexy scenes for those over 18, and uncomfortable, sometimes violent scenes.***


So, I was rather excited when I heard about Ricochet. It sounded like the perfect quick read that I needed to get me out of the slump I'm in. And oh boy... it did so and so much more. 

I didn't realize that it was being released in 3 parts. But was tickled pink when I got all three of them at once. YaY for no waiting. 

Mack is the epitome of alpha male. Recon Soldier turned MMA trainer. Mack reeks of sweaty, manly sexiness. He's also completely disconnected from emotional attachments. Having the job he has, he's been forced to remain separate. Then one day on his way to work he runs into this sweet, skittish beauty who has a fire in her eyes. 

Quinn is afraid of her own shadow. And for good reason. After all she has endured and survived, being surrounded by these hulking men is the last thing she wants. But it's what she needs in order to stay alive and stay safe. The road that Quinn travels is one that is harrowing & torturous. Mack... He brings her peace and safety. She can't explain it, decides not to -- but Mack will protect her, of that she has no doubt. 




















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Rick and Quinn in the break-room

Feeling ridiculous, Quinn ducked her head, turned, and practically ran down the hall to the break room. She shut the door behind her and sagged into it, leaning her forehead against the hard surface. “Shit,” she whispered to herself.
“You do that a lot.”
“Oh my God!” Quinn spun around to see the man with the striking aquamarine eyes, staring at her from his seat at the break room table. She choked, which made her cough, making it difficult to catch her breath.
Rick, his name is Rick.
The dark haired Adonis reclined in his chair, hands clasped behind his head as he smirked at Quinn. “You okay there?” She nodded, still unable to speak. “You scare too easily, doll.”
“What?” Quinn rasped as she dug her fingernails into her palms to stop her hands from trembling. She was still recovering from surprise he gave her, otherwise she would have scolded him for the doll comment... maybe. If she weren’t so frightened of the man.
“Every time I see you, you’re cursing under your breath.” Rick lifted an enormous bottle of water to his mouth and chugged down a third of it, never taking his sharp gaze off of Quinn’s. She noticed the large hand he had wrapped around the drink, knuckles scarred and bruised from fighting. That’s what all of these men did for a living, they fought or trained other men to fight. Those hands could hit… hard.
Danger! Her mind told her again. Quinn’s heart was racing frantically, feeling as if it may explode in her chest.
She shivered in response, but not from the fear she should be feeling from being so close to such a dangerous man. No, Quinn shivered because he was so damn hot she couldn’t stop imagining those large, rough hands running all over her skin. The way his lips surrounded the bottle and his throat working to swallow… she felt it in a way that made her uncomfortable. The fear mingling with desire had her flat-out confused.
Quinn unintentionally let her eyes roam over his broad chest, which was covered by only a thin, tight T-shirt that had the sleeves cut off and was damp with sweat. His sinewy arms were on full display, each muscle cut perfectly. The only mark on his beautiful tan skin was a black tattoo of a skull inside a circle with wings coming off of it and a knife or weapon behind. For a minute, she thought she recognized the tattoo, but she wasn’t close enough to know for sure.
I would love to lick that tattoo. Oh my god, where did that come from?
Feeling her neck and cheeks flame up from her deviant thoughts, Quinn quickly gathered herself, remembering that this cocky man was poking fun at her. Dangerous or not, that made her mad. She narrowed her eyes at his annoyingly gorgeous face.
“Well, you like to sneak up on people. It’s not nice. And, I’m not your doll.” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look confident when all she really wanted to do was run out of here and hide, or maybe run across the room and straddle his lap. She was equally torn between the two. So what did she do? Nothing. Her feet were rooted to the spot.
“Sneak up on people? You came in here, remember?” Rick pushed his chair back and got to his feet in one surprisingly nimble move for such a big man. Quinn swallowed when she got a good look at how tall he was, having to tilt her head back to see his face. The last time they spoke, she had been sitting while he leaned over her desk, his muscular body hidden behind the half wall that separated her from the lobby. Now that they were both standing, she could see that he was much, much taller than her petite five foot four inch frame. Her subconscious kept screaming at her.
Danger!
Quinn instinctively backed up, not stopping until she felt the kitchenette’s countertop dig into her lower back. Rick continued forward, only halting when there were just inches separating his large body from hers. He put his hands on the cabinets behind her, one on either side of her head caging her in. A small whimper fell from her lips and her breath stuttered. Quinn balled up her hands, running a fingertip over the ridge on her right palm. She shuddered from the thought of that scar, but when she remembered how she got it, she felt somewhat stronger. It was her badge of courage.
“And,” he said, close enough that she could smell him, a faint mixture of aftershave and sweat. It was potent enough to make her bite her lip so she wouldn’t try to lick his neck or bury her face in his chest and inhale that masculine scent. “Lots of people think I’m nice… doll.” Then he smirked.
Quinn’s mouth fell open at his arrogance.
Jerk!
Attraction or not, frightened or not, his slick overconfidence grated on her nerves. Braver than she’d felt for the first time in a long time, Quinn smiled at the egotistical man with the hypnotizing eyes. She refused to be another one of Rick’s groupies, and she was quite sure he had plenty of them falling for his easy charm and rugged perfection. “Yeah, well, those people that think you’re nice? I’m not one of them.”
Trembling, she ducked under Rick’s arm, unable to keep herself from noticing how hard his abs were as she nudged by. Pretending to be fearless, Quinn snatched her purse out of her locker, and left without saying another word.



I grew up in New England and currently live outside Atlanta, GA with my husband, two kids, a French Bulldog and a pug.



I'm a full-time procrastinator and a part-time everything else.



I love the Red Sox, chocolate, and traveling. 



When I'm not writing, I'm dealing drugs legally as a pharmacist.





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*RDB & Giveaway* TAZ by Andrea Smith

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Meet Taz & Lindsey is this sexy, suspenseful stand alone in the G-Men Series!





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Taz:
My life is finally perfect. My dreams have all come true. I'm where I want to be with the bureau; having the career I've been planning since I did my stint in the military. I'm married to the one and only woman I've ever loved; my heart beats for her alone. Together we've made beautiful babies that I adore. I'm thirty-three years old and I'm complete.
Then one day, it all changes. Slate recruits me for a temporary assignment that is underneath the radar for a reason. The bureau hasn't sanctioned it as a priority, but Slate feels it is because of who is involved: Sue Ellen Reynard. Yeah, remember her?
Lindsey:
Our lives were perfect. Taz and I had everything we'd ever hoped for: family, careers and an everlasting devotion to one another. Suddenly nothing is the same. In a single moment, my biggest fear is realized by one phone call from Slate: an 'agent is missing'.
My agent; my Taz . . .
This is just the beginning of our long journey. Will things ever be the same again?





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I wiped my hands clean, tossed the towel into the trash and grabbed my wife's hand, pulling her behind me up the wide staircase to the second floor. Once there, outside of those closed french doors that had been my iron curtain for the past several weeks, I pushed them open, pulled her into the room with me, and then kicked them shut with one swift move.

I pulled her close, raising her shirt up and she didn't resist; but instead, raised her arms up so that I could pull it up and over her head. I unfastened her front closure bra, releasing her beautiful tits that I hadn't touched in months.
I lifted her up, and carried her over to the bed--our bed, gently placing her on her back, so that I could straddle her and begin feasting on her breasts.

She moaned beneath me with pleasure. I multitasked, sucking on a breast while I unfastened her jeans, before raising myself back up so that she could shimmy out of them. I pulled my shirt up and over my head, and then quickly unfastened my jeans, shedding them along with my boxers in one swift movement.
I lowered myself back over her, my mouth finding hers. I slowed my pace. I sure as hell didn't want to come before my dick was even inside of her, but I swear to God, I knew I wouldn't last long. I kissed her softly, playfully, as my teeth gently nipped at her bottom lip.

Our tongues interlaced, and her arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling my face and upper body even closer to her. I was consumed by her scent, her softness, her sweetness--all of it. She was mine to claim and holy fuck if I wasn't going to! Nothing--I repeat--nothing was going to keep me from sinking my cock into her sweet pussy and showing her that she was mine--now and always.

And then we heard it.

At the same time.

Fuuckk!

From the room down the hall, Jackson was crying. And it wasn't just a fussy or whiney cry that would likely stop so that he could return promptly to sleep.
Hell no!

It was a loud-ass wailing, followed by a high-pitched shriek of "Mommeee!"

Over and over.

Seriously dude?

Lindsey squirmed underneath me, pushing against my chest.

"I'll get him, babe," I said, getting up.

"No," she said gently, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "It's okay, Taz. He's calling for me. I'll get him."

She launched herself out of our bed, and quickly went to the closet, pulling on her white terry cloth robe, making a quick exit so that she could tend to our son.

The little cockblocker.

I made a mental note to ground his ass just as soon as he was old enough to understand the whole concept.

I swear.

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As soon as the nurse left, I had another visitor.
My wife.
Lindsey.
I hadn't seen her since the day she'd left in tears and my alleged younger sister had chewed my ass out for my boorish behavior.
"Hey," I said softly, giving her a smile. Hell, if I could choose only one thing from my past to resurface in my memory it would be anything or everything having to do with her. She was beautiful and it wasn't hard to see why I'd been drawn to her.
"Trace," she said, coming over to take a seat in the chair closest to my hospital bed. "You look better than you did the last time I was here."
Yeah. Trace is my real name. Learned that a week or two ago.
"It's been awhile," I replied. "I'm sorry if I scared you off, Lindsey. I'm trying like hell to remember."
"It's nothing you can help," she replied quickly, giving me a weak smile. "All we can do is work with what we have, I suppose."
She'd brought some photo albums with her. "I thought maybe we could look at some pictures together, that is, if you feel like it."
"Sure," I said, "My doctor recommended doing just that."
"Okay, well let's start with this one then," she said, pulling the one from the bottom. "We'll take this in chronological order, how's that?"
And she opened the album and began showing me pictures that had been taken five years prior. She pointed out my mother and father, her best friend Darcy who I recognized from her earlier visit with her husband--and my half-brother, Easton. I saw Slate in many of the pictures, along with his wife who was also Lindsey's mother. Very pretty. I could picture Slate with her.
"How did we meet?" I asked, and noticed a blush cross over her face.
"Well, I knew you because of Mom and Slate--but we actually didn't get involved with one another until after they got married. I…uh, I kind of got toasted at their reception. You were nice enough to offer me a ride home, and well…I threw up all over your truck."
I laughed at this and, for some reason, I loved the fact that given the choice, Lindsey could have provided a much more appealing story of how we met and I wouldn't have known the difference. Yet she put the truth out there, no matter how disgusting it was. "God, I hope I wasn't an ass about it."
She laughed too and it was music to my ears. "Not at all. You were actually very sweet about it. You took me back to your place, put me in the shower, gave me some of your clean clothes to wear, insisted I brush my teeth and gargle, and then put me to bed."
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I was born and raised in southern Ohio, and with the exception of a brief stint in Dallas, TX, have been an Ohioan most of my life. My dream has always been to write a novel, and back in the early eighties I tried to do just that, having been influenced by authors such as Kathleen Woodiwiss, Johanna Lindsey, Rosemary Rogers and Laurie McBain. I remember writing to all of them through their listed publishers, and the only response I received was from Johanna Lindsey (who lived in Hawaii at the time.

Ms. Lindsey advised me to continue with my dream; and to submit to various publishers again and again. Of course, at that time, publishing e-books yourself was not on the horizon; there were vanity publishing houses of course, but she advised me to avoid those.

So my dream was put on the back-burner for more than 25 years until June of 2012 when suddenly I no longer had a reason not to write a novel. My sons were grown; I found myself without a career (blessedly) and the creative juices flowed once again.

I finished my first novel, "Maybe Baby" in September of 2012; the next two books in the "Baby Series" titled "Baby Love" and "Be My Baby" were published in early 2013. I learned a lot in my first endeavor with self-publishing. I've made so many friends as a result that it is over-whelming.

In the spring of 2013, I had an idea for a different type of Alpha, and wrote Book #1 of the "G-Man" Series, titled "Diamond Girl." This book was well-received, and I followed it with Book #2, "Love Plus One." These are stand-alone books.

I am finally doing what I love and I sincerely appreciate the wonderful readers who provide feedback and take the time to comment. I hope that with each book, my writing has grown and improved as I strive to publish quality fiction.




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*CR* Treasured by Delisa Lynn

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Releasing April 21st From Limitless Publishing







Lila Carls had one goal...
To attend New York University. She’s dreamt of being a lawyer most of her life, and she worked hard to get into NYU. What she hadn’t planned was falling in love with Liam before she left. Knowing she was about to go across the country and leave her boyfriend behind hurt more than she thought it would.
Liam Ellis fell for the blue-eyed beauty the minute he saw her…
He always knew someday he and Lila would be together. Only now that she was finally his, she was leaving for NYU.
Lila’s dream was everything she thought it would be and more, because that’s where she met Evan Martin…
Evan was a country boy with a big heart, but when his high school girlfriend crushed him, he needed a change. So he packed up and moved to New York City. The last thing on his mind was a relationship, and he was very much enjoying the single life...that was until Lila.
Evan and Lila became quick friends, and although he knows she has boyfriend he wants more…
To complicate things even more, tragedy strikes leaving Lila feeling broken and alone. Who will she turn to? Can she ever find her way back to the man who captured her heart and soul?
Or will she settle for the next best thing?
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Delisa Lynn grew up in Columbus Ohio, she is currently residing in Western New York with her husband and fur daughter Sophie. During the day she works as a Medical Assistant and at night, she types away on her laptop, allowing her characters to escape her mind. Pink is her favorite color, and she loves anything animal print. She loves traveling, shopping and baking. When Delisa isn’t working or writing you can catch her snuggled up with her kindle reading about her newest book boyfriend.





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*RDB & Giveaway* DESIRES UNLEASHED by Miles Hightower


Title: Desires Unleashed
Author: Miles Hightower
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 31, 2015






Mitch and Molly have a happy marriage, but they are wanting something more. They both admit to having similar fantasies and desires that go beyond their current relationship. See which discoveries they act on and how their marriage handles their erotic adventure as their desires become unleashed.








I look at a clock and see we are getting close to being late. Must be a guy thing, but I hate to be late. Molly doesn’t seem to mind. My only thought is that there is two other women we are meeting, and they are probably running late too. 

I hear her coming down the steps. My heart starts racing in anticipation of seeing what she has been hiding from me for the last few days. 

Molly turns the corner wearing a white dress. I don't think I have seen her in a white dress since our wedding. She looks beautiful. The dress is skintight. It has a silver choker collar that attaches to an inverted V front. It barely covers the sides of her tits as it hugs her body. The edges of the dress finally come together in the small of her back, just above her ass and barely reaches down to the middle of her thighs. The back is completely open. With bare skinned legs and white-strapped pumps, fuck me . . . 

Her hair is down, but tucked behind one ear. Molly doesn't typically wear a lot of makeup, and tonight is no different. Diamond strings hang down from each ear and accent the sparkle in her eyes.

"How do I look?" she asks.

I stand staring, speechless.

"So . . .?" she asks again.

"You look beautiful," I tell her. "Simply beautiful."

I didn't know how else to put it. Molly turning the corner from around the steps in a white dress took me right back to her turning down the aisle on our wedding day. I was speechless then too, but at least I had the time she took walking down the aisle to take her in and collect myself.

"Come on," she says as she walks past me. "Don't just stand there. Let's get going. We are going to be late."

Her scent as she walks by is divine.

She knows she just blew me away. Now she is just teasing me again.

I compose myself; grab my bottle of bourbon and her wine, get the car keys and we get going.

The drive starts out pretty quiet. “So, are you nervous?” Molly asks breaking the silence.










Miles Hightower is my alter ego and now pen name. He came about as my wife started reading erotic romance and discussing the books in FB chat groups. Wanting to be apart of what interested her, I came up with Miles Hightower as a persona to lurk about in the social media world while keeping my personal life personal.

I am a husband, for 16 years and counting, to my wife Sara. We have two children. When not being a husband and dad to them, I enjoy flying. At one point I wanted to be a career corporate pilot, flying Lear jets all over the country. After I graduated from college I taught people how to fly for three years. Long story short, a flying career didn't work out and I ended up working in manufacturing. But that's where I met Sara. So it did work out after all. I still work in manufacturing, as a Quality Engineer and now just fly for fun when the weather is nice.

Along with flying I also enjoy playing golf, darts, taking my family to water parks, sitting in our hot tub or on a beach with Sara and a glass of wine and now writing. I tried to learn the guitar a few years ago, but that didn’t go so well. Apparently I have no musical talent whatsoever. I am a product of the 80’s and still am very into the hair band music from that era. And no, I didn’t have big hair back in the day, but I did sport a mullet.

As far as my writing goes, I don’t write “Disney Fairytale” style romances (as I like to call them) where a knight in shining armor comes in and saves the damsel in distress. I write about fictional erotic fantasy from a guy’s perspective; about how a guy might think, feel or act in a particular situation. My stories are ideas I make up with a little reality involving the things that interest me, like flying, and life in general tossed in. I do research the things that I don't know anything about, in an effort to make the story seem a little more real than complete fantasy. If it's on the internet it's true, right? I like my book(s) to come of as fantasy, yet slightly plausable.

Anything else you want to know about me, hit me up on my author page on facebook or at www.mileshightower.com.

Again, thanks for stopping by. Miles

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