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New Release, Obsession (Forgotten Series Book 2) by Lisa Helen Gray (Penny Lisa)

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Title: Obsession (Forgotten Series Book Two)

Type: Series or standalone

Author: Lisa Helen Gray

Genre: New Adult Romance, Thriller

Cover designs: Pink Ink Designs

Release date: 28th October 2014

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Danni Carter has had an obsession with Nate Mathews ever since she could remember. But then one dreadful, drunken night, her obsession turned into rejection. She has spent years distancing herself from Nate, the one person she always wanted, and who never wanted her in return. 
After Danni finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman, her life has turned upside down ….

Now a stalker is obsessed with her …
He’s always watching, never showing himself, and never talks to her. The only thing he has done is make her life a living hell.
When her stalker takes his fixation to the next level by vandalizing her apartment, Nate is there to pick up the pieces and offers Danni somewhere to stay.

How can she live with a man who rejected her all those years ago, and not be able to feel anything towards him? As the heat sizzles between the two, someone else’s blood is boiling into a rage.

His obsession will lead to a death, but whose death will it be? …..

Read obsession, second installment of the Forgotten series to find out …

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Author Bio

Lisa Helen Gray (1987) born in Birmingham. All Lisa has ever wanted to do in life, apart from be a mother, is to read and write, and at a certain age she wanted to be a princess.
We can all dream, right?
Serious note though, she has been a passionate reader ever since her Nan first handed her The Three Gollywogs by Enid Blyton. After that, she lived in a land of fantasy.
First came Buffy the Vampire Slayer, then Angel, and it went on to Twilight and The Hunger Games. Some would say she is a daydreamer, but she is just a firm believer that there is a happily ever after. Hence, her huge love of romance novels.
She got into reviewing other author’s novels, and then decided to publish her own work. Bringing us to her first novel, If I could I’d wish it all away (2014).

She always has her head stuck in a romance novel and is often (too often) reminded of this. When she hasn’t got her head stuck in a book or writing her next novel, she is glued to the TV series Pretty Little Liars, walking dead, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries and of course, Veronica Mars.

Just an ordinary girl surround by extraordinary books

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How far would you go to protect the ones you love?

Some things are better left forgotten, but for Caitlyn Michelson forgetting is not something that she can do. After the brutal death of her sister, she packs up her four year old daughter Carrie and moves across the country, all in an attempt to get away from her sister’s killer, Robin Quinton.

After blackmailing Robin she believes that she will finally be free to live her life. However Caitlyn was naive to think her threats would work against the man who brutally murdered her sister. It’s only when she meets gorgeous bad boy biker Cage Carter that she finally begins to feel like she is living again.

Will lady luck finally be on her side? Or will everything she has be torn away from her?

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New Release-Play With Me by Lisa Renee Jones

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Play With Me (Stand-Alone Novella)

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Lisa Renee Jones

RELEASE DATE: October 28th

The warmth of Thanksgiving gives a dedicated reporter and a powerful businessman a chance to count their blessings in this tender, sensual novella from Lisa Renee Jones.

Kali Miller has spent three years reporting fluff stories for a small-town Texas paper, waiting for the opportunity to pen the article that will launch her career to new heights. That dream has never felt further away when she suddenly finds herself out of work, forced to take a job as an executive secretary at a Las Vegas casino. But that’s exactly where Kali meets the subject of what will surely be a shocking exposé: her boss, Damion Ward, the casino’s arrogant and undeniably sexy CEO.

Watching Damion make his cold, calculating business maneuvers, Kali is positive she’s doing the right thing. But after Damion invites her to help him plan a Thanksgiving charity event, Kali begins to see another side of the man. And when she surrenders to the exhilarating tension that’s been simmering between them since day one, Kali becomes part of her own story, which she hopes will have a happy ending.

 

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Lisa Renee Jones Play with Me Copyright 2014

 

“We need to talk,” he says, as if this is a casual event requiring nothing more than a chat, as if I’m not being treated like a felon.

“Talk?” I demand, all the emotions of hours of confinement rising up in me to near bursting. “We needed to talk seven hours ago. Now? Now we don’t need to talk.”

He steps forward, crowding me, forcing me to give him space or let him become a part of mine. I have a rare violent urge to shove him, but I retreat into the room instead. He steps closer and kicks the door shut behind him, and damn him, that delicious scent of him tickles my nose, and the teasing eruption of sensations in my body only serves to make me more angry. I don’t want to feel the way he makes me feel. I don’t want him to be the one man who sparks something in me that no one else does.

“I couldn’t call,” he has the audacity to say. “Just like I couldn’t tell you I knew we had a security breach when you told me what the computer was doing in my office.”

“So you knew what was happening and didn’t tell me?”

“There’s a procedure to—”

“I don’t give a damn about procedures, Mr. CEO, especially from the one who sets the rules I’ve suffered with.” The edginess in me results in me poking my finger at his chest, heat dashing up my arm. “Just tell me one thing. Am I free to leave?”

He looks down at my finger and then his gaze lifts, but there is no anger in his face. There is something else, something I can’t identify. “I got you cleared, but—”

Relief is instant, and I cut him off. “That’s all the talking you need to do.” I try to turn away, intending to gather my things, but he shackles my wrist, more heat ripping up my arm and over my chest.

“Let go,” I snarl, hating a man I barely know who has put me through hell. It’s like I’m a masochist. Why else would I be drawn to yet another powerful asshole?

His lips thin, and I wish I didn’t notice how sensual and perfect they are. “We have to talk.”

“No,” I assure him. “We do not.”

“We’re going to talk.”

“You aren’t my boss anymore, which translates to the end of all conversation.”

His eyes glint hard steel. “What does that mean, I’m not your boss anymore?”

“I quit. Find someone else to treat like crap.”

“I had no choice—”

“There’s always a choice. I just want out of here.”

“You’ll regret this later.”

“I’ll take that risk.”

“You’ve had a rough twenty-four hours, Ms. Miller. You aren’t thinking straight.”

I all but growl at him. “Let me guess. I’m a woman and my emotions must be controlling me.”

“Because you’re human.”

“Why do you even care if I stay?” I demand, and I don’t know how or why, but the air around us shifts and thickens.

“Because I do.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I want to know you.”

I swallow hard. “Well, I’m sure you’ll know every piece of my DNA after seven hours of being trapped here. Goal achieved.”

“Ms. Miller—”

“Stop with the Ms. Miller. I’m not your damn employee anymore. Let go of me.”

He doesn’t let go. His gaze flickers to my mouth, then lifts. “I won’t let you quit.”

“Call Natalie. I’m sure she’ll come back.”

He tugs me close, his hard body aligned with mine, and I can barely breathe. “What do you know of Ms. Duncan?”

“If you mean Natalie, she was in HR when I was.”

“There were circumstances.”

“Yeah. I get that. Believe me, I get it.”

“No. You don’t. She has nothing to do with you or us.”

Us? What does he mean, us? And why is my hand on his chest? Why can’t I move it? “I’m done. Let me go.”

“You won’t change your mind about quitting?”

“No.”

His fingers tangle into my hair, dragging me closer. “Then why would I let you go?”

Both of my hands have now found the wall of his chest, and I intend to push him away, but I just . . . don’t. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? Finding out if you taste as good as I think you do.” And then his lips are on mine, his tongue licking seductively into my mouth, sending erotic sensations spiraling through my body. I tell myself this is insanity. To push away. We barely know each other. I don’t even like him. Except I know it’s a lie. I know that in the short time we’ve known each other, every shared moment, every mutual look, every touch and tangled word exchange, has been leading to this.

Another lick of his tongue and I am unable to hold back a moan or the desperate need to be closer to him. I arch forward, desperate to feel him against me. Desperate to have him naked and touching me. Me touching him. Desperate to be naked and have him inside me. He is a drug, a wicked, wonderful drug that will finally be the end of my sanity if I allow him to be.

That idea sends a burst of panic and adrenaline through me, and I shove at his chest. “Stop. We can’t.”

His mouth leaves mine, and I am one part relief, one part painful need to pull him back. “Why?” he demands, and his voice is rough, affected.

“You’re my boss.”

“You quit.”

“Right. Which means I leave now.”

“You want to leave?”

No. “Yes.”

His eyes darken to deep pools of green fire and stormy torment, telling me he knows this is a mistake. He knows. I know. Why are we still here? “Tell me you really mean that and I’ll let you go,” he vows. “But just know this: If you stay, I absolutely will fuck you senseless and then do it again.”

“I . . . you . . . we can’t . . .”

“We can. I’m going to kiss you now, Kali.”

“Kali?” I whisper, unbelievably aroused by my name on his lips.

“Yes. Kali.” And then he is kissing me, his tongue caressing into my mouth, seeming to touch every intimate part of my body, stroking deep, and burning through me. Sensations roll through me, teasing my senses, torturing me with how much I want him and how wrong I know this is. But then his hand caresses my backside, pulling me closer, hard against his hips, his thick erection pressed to my belly, and I can’t remember why exactly it’s wrong. I am lost. Lost in him. Lost in what I feel, and I don’t want to let anything else in. Not the past. Not the last few hours. I don’t care anymore.

I wrap my arms around his neck, crushing my breasts to his chest, and gasp as he tears his mouth from mine. Then he is staring at me, searching my face for something I don’t understand. And I don’t know what he sees, or what he finds, but his eyes soften, and he strokes the hair from my face. “I was right. One kiss isn’t even close to enough.” His mouth comes down on mine again, and my fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, holding on to him, willing him not to stop. This time the kiss is deeper, a dark demand that I answer willingly, eagerly, my tongue stroking against his.

Suddenly his fingers wrap my waist and he lifts me, setting me down on the wooden dining room table, spreading my legs to step between them.

“What are you doing?”

He reaches up and tugs on the front zipper of my dress. “Undressing you.”

A moment of clarity comes to me, and I grab his hand. “You need to know this changes nothing. I’m still furious about today. I don’t even know if I like you.”

“But you want me. That’s a start.”

He tugs on my zipper and I don’t stop him, my hands going to the table, trying to stabilize myself, though I’m not sure that is possible. This man is shoving my bra down and ravishing my breasts with a hot inspection that makes my sex clench and my thighs ache.

“I . . .” I pant, and forget what I was going to say. He’s cupping my breasts, pressing them together, and stroking my nipples with his thumbs.

“You what?”

“I don’t know.”

He nudges me backward. “Let me try to figure it out,” he offers, lowering his head, his dark hair tickling my chin, his tongue flicking against my nipple, sending darts of pleasure through me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting for sanity, but his mouth closes down over one of my nipples, sucking deeply, and I am arching my back, offering myself to him. Silently begging him for more. It’s just been so long, I tell myself. So very long since someone touched me like this. So long since I felt like a woman. This isn’t me radiating toward men who like to hurt me. This isn’t me torturing myself. It’s him torturing me in all the right ways.

My hands go to his hair, but he slips away, going down on a knee and caressing my dress up my thighs. “Now I’m going to officially apologize for what happened today,” he vows

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Lisa Renee Jones Play with Me Copyright 2014

“Kali!”

I hear Damion shout, but I do not stop. I spot an open elevator and slip inside moments before it closes. I hesitate only briefly, then punch the button for the office floor. If I go to my room, Damion will follow, and I will cave and let him in. I can’t talk to him until I figure out what I’m feeling. Not right now. I won’t talk to him right now.

Hugging myself, I wait for my floor, trying to stop the shaking. Damn it, I’m weak. I don’t want to be weak. The elevator dings for my floor and I exit. Dana is on the phone and waves at me, giving me a smile I just can’t return. At my desk, I all but fall into my chair and will myself not to cry. I grab a stack of mail and start opening it, trying to stay sane.

I know the moment Damion is in the lobby, the scent of him blistering my nostrils. He is like a drug. I think I’ve become that to him, too. He is risking too much for me. I have to leave here, and him, and it’s going to destroy me.

Suddenly he is standing beside me, towering over me. “Let’s go talk.”

I don’t look at him. “No. Not now.”

“Kali—”

I turn to him and snap, “Not. Now.”

“Yes,” he says, turning my chair to face him, his hands on the arms. “Now.”

“Write me up, Damion, fire me, but I am not ready to talk.”

“Hey, Kali—”

The sound of Dana’s voice makes me cringe, and I can’t even look at her. “I, uh,” she stammers from behind me, and I hear her departing steps.

“Either come with me,” Damion warns tightly, “or I’ll pick you up and carry you.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

He pulls me to my feet and drags me into his office, shutting the door and locking it. I try to escape and at least put distance between us. His hand comes down on my arm and he turns me to face him.

I blast him. “You just told the whole damn place that we’re together when we haven’t even really been together. Why would you do that? Why?”

He maneuvers me against the wall, framing my body with his. “We are together, and if you didn’t believe that, you wouldn’t have signed that notarized letter.”

“We aren’t together, and now we won’t ever be together. I have to leave. I can’t stay. I can’t let you get fired over me.”

“I won’t let you go, and I won’t get fired.”

“I had a right to privacy. Terrance should have asked permission to share my personal affairs, and don’t tell me I signed a form or I might hurt you right now. Kent and my alcoholic asshole father—who thinks if he puts ‘functional’ before the ‘alcoholic’ it’s actually acceptable—weren’t supposed to know I’m here. If I wanted them to know, I would have told them.”

“Kali—”

“And I didn’t run away from those people, like you accused me of. I chose to shut them out and be happy. This was supposed to be my place and now it isn’t. Now they know I’m here and everyone here knows about us.”

“This is your place, Kali, and I’m not letting you go without a fight.” His fingers twine in my hair, tilting my head back, forcing me to look at him. “We might be new, Kali, but we’re damn good together.”

“What about—”

“We’ll figure it out. Together, Kali. We’ll figure it out together.” And then his mouth closes down on mine, his tongue stroking past my lips, his palm molding me close to him. I try to resist, but it’s more because I feel I have to, because I should. Only I don’t want to resist this man. Not now and not since the moment I met him. I cave to my need for him, moaning as I sink into the kiss. I know we are headed for trouble, and I’ve had enough trouble. But I have not had enough of him.

I tug at his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his skin next to mine. To know if it will feel as good as I’ve imagined it would. My fingers slide beneath the cotton material, absorbing his body heat and the warmth of taut skin over hard muscle.

His mouth trails over my cheek to my ear. “Together,” he promises again, his warm breath teasing my sensitive flesh and sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes,” I whisper, and I don’t let myself think about trouble or tomorrow. I cling to him, arching my body into his, trying to get closer to him, afraid I will never get close enough.

He cups the back of my head, slanting his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply, passionately. Breaking only to seductively trail his lips over my jaw, my neck, my ear, and I am lost in the haze of desire.

“I want you naked,” he murmurs, tugging my dress up over my hips, and, with that, an unwelcome jolt of reality hits me.

I grab at my dress and pant, “Wait. We can’t. Not here. We could get caught.”

“The door is locked.” He turns me to face the wall, pressing my hands to it, his on top of mine, his big, wonderful body encasing me. He leans in close, his mouth at my ear. “And,” he murmurs, “if you’re still worried about getting caught, I need to do a better job of distracting you.” He tugs on the zipper of my dress, and I open my mouth to resist, only to moan as his tongue begins to follow the metal downward. And his tongue is magic burning through me, sending waves of sensations to every nerve ending I own.

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 Author Bio

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.

 

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Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.

 

Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

 

Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at on her website and she is active on twitter and facebook daily.

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NEW RELEASE ~ BOOK REVIEW ~ REGRETFULLY ~ BY LEIGHTON RILEY (PENNY STEPHANIE)

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Title: Regretfully

Author: Leighton Riley

Release Date: Oct 16, 2014

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How do you heal after everything has been ripped away from you?

Completely devastated and alone, Tristen cannot fathom life after losing Cami and his unborn child. He attempts to find normality in his broken world but everything seems wrong.

Aria is compelled to help Tristen and cannot escape the undeniable connection she feels for him, even though Cami was one of her closest friends. She tries to help him move forward by befriending him but quickly realizes that there is more.

Tristen and Aria are both struggling to deal with these confusing emotions. Can they find happiness even when they feel utterly broken?

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5 Pennies

“Sometimes in the waves of change, we find our true direction.” (loved this quote)

I love the characters of this story they are real down to earth, relatable, have huge hearts and have real issues that are dealt with in a very real manner.

Ryder, Cami and Tristan were inseparable, lived to surf and loved to surf.  They were the best of friends.  Tristan and Cami had an amazing connection that was more than just friendship but before they could announce it to the world, a tragedy happened that rocked their world.

After Cami went missing, Tristan just couldn’t pull himself back together.  Not only was he mourning the loss of a friend, but also of his true love and unborn child.  The hardest part of his time of grief was not being able to share all of his emotions, and the total depth of his loss with anyone else since their connection (Tristan and Cami) was a secret prior to her death.

Aria came into the picture during the memorial service for Cami.  Aria was an old friend of Cami’s they had been close friends.  Aria introduced herself to Tristan, even though he wasn’t looking for someone to talk to, he found it in Aria.  They became a sounding board for each other on tough days.  It was a nice relationship, but even friendships can have bumps in the roads and blurred lines at times.

I loved having more of Ryder and Payton in the story.  I always enjoy reading books that share characters where their lives intertwine.

This book was an amazing read; it had some pretty heavy material in regards to loss and grief.  Examples how all people deal with grief in their own way, but with a message that holding al the grief in and not sharing it only gets you in a worse place in the end.  It can pull you down, isolate you and change the person that you are. Tristan and Aria both learned this lesson the hard way.

This book took me for a ride and I was hooked from the first chapter.  I had many times in the book that Leighton Riley managed to truly shock me with the turns of the story.  I wish that I could give this book more than 5 Stars because it definitely has earned it.  I hope there will be more to come with this group of friends/family in the future, because I am not ready to be done with them.

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Cami loved being on the beach, even though the sand got everywhere.  It was like her second home and she needed the sand and waves just as much as she needed oxygen to breathe.

Once I got to the beach, I collapsed on the sand in the same spot we always claimed and let all my emotions go.  For it being in the middle of the day, there weren’t many people out today.  The weather was supposed to worsen within the next few hours and the dark clouds were already starting to move in, making it fitting for how I felt.  My life had turned into this dark storm that wanted to swallow me whole.  I knew I had to fight but it felt like I was facing a fifty foot tsunami with nowhere to take shelter.  My heart had been ripped out that day in the ocean and there was a gray veil looming over my life.

I don’t know how long I stayed on there but the next time I opened my eyes, the sun was gone and the wind had picked up.  The waves were wicked and the sand was being picked up from the gusts of wind.  The area was deserted by then and it felt good knowing that I was truly alone out here.  I felt this weird sense of peace when I finally let go and thought about how Cami and our baby were both looking down on me now.  I needed her strength to get me through this nightmare.

My heart hurt and I felt defeated.  The ocean had won.  I hated the damn ocean now.  Hearing the roar of the waves crashing used to sooth me, now it revolted me.  I was lost.  Cami and the ocean were my two loves and now both were torn away.  I just wanted to feel her skin against me again, to feel her comfort now, when I needed it the most.

Consumed in my thoughts of my old life, I was startled when I heard movement within the sand behind me.  I didn’t think much of it until I saw a woman around my age sit down next to me.

“You feel her here too?”  The girl questioned while peering out into the worsening weather conditions.  The water was choppy and turbulent.  She was wearing a yellow tank top and white shorts.  She held her flip flops in her hands and set them down in front of us.

Who is this chick?

I wanted to be alone.  When I was alone, I was able to concentrate on the memories of the love of my life.  Having someone out on the beach with me felt like betrayal and I needed an escape.  There was an awkward silence that hung in the air.  I thought about not answering her and waiting for her to get the hint and leave.  After what felt like hours, I finally gave in and told her just enough to not ask any more questions.

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– The birth date on the gravestone is my actual date of birth 😉

– I try to include names from my street team and readers in my books. (Rebecca, Elixix, Tami, Cassia were all from them in Regretfully)

– Tristen got his name from a good friend of mine. She was with me in the beginning of my writing process and her boyfriend’s name was Tristen and I fell in love with the name.

– I saw Cirque Du Soleil’s Zumanity and one of the performers had his nipples pierced. I was sold and knew Tristen would be getting them. 😀

– I was able to relate to Tristen in some ways regarding Cami’s death. A boyfriend of mine was taken from this world too soon and I drew from those memories.

– Gloria’s is my favorite Latin restaurant and I had to include it in the book. The one I go to is in Dallas though.

– Aria’s flashback (you’ll know which one I’m talking about, hint- alcohol) was tough for me to write. I spent weeks on it, making sure it was accurate and written in a respectable manner. That’s one scene I don’t go back and reread very much, but it’s often on my mind. 

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Texas born and raised, I found my love for dirty books rather recently.  I work in real estate for my day job and I write contemporary romance with a twist of suspense and erotica.  Sinfully, Regretfully, and Deceitfully can be read in order or as standalones.  Sinfully and Regretfully take place around the same time frame and can even be read in reverse order (will give more background on Payton and Ryder’s story).  Tate’s story, Deceitfully, will finish off the series and will be out in spring of 2015.

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SPOTLIGHT ON EX-RETREAT WRITTEN BY ELISE HEPNER

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RELEASED SEPT 30, 2014

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Warning: This book contains a geeky, secretly insecure but overly cocky handy-man with a penchant for pleasing, a dominatrix in training who’son the rebound, and enough smut to strip a couple layers off your soul. Plus there’s mac n’ cheese with a smattering of self-actualization for good measure.

After Chloe Barrons’ fiancé cheats on her via webcam, she begrudgingly accepts her Type-A mother’s offer of a spur of the moment luxury spa weekend. But things don’t play out quite from point A to point Bwhen she arrives drunk and disoriented on the front porch of a deserted North Carolina beach house.From the very start she’s caught off guard by Noah Knightly, a sinfully sexy, self-proclaimed commitment-phobe who’s a handyman for his sister’s relationship rehabilitation center—a rehab where Chloe is the sole guest during off-season.

But faced with temptation, to stay guarded she’ll have to call the shots.

Noah shouldn’t have taken Chloe’s reservation. But in need of a second pair of hands to fix up the beach house, he throws all his sister’s rules out the window. Soon he worries that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew: each day Chloecracks more of his cocky façade bringing down his guards to reveala stuttering geek who has a hidden will to please her in any way possible.

With no way to ignore her pain, Noah sets himself up as a guniea pig to prove to Chloe that not all men are created equal—in or out of the bedroom.As Chloe comes into her own through every sexual session, Noah needs to decide if he’s man enough to accept the one thing he never thought he wanted—love.

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With an invigorating deep breath, she popped up from her chair, and snagged his forearm in an iron grip. Slightly drunk and completely sloppy with her thoughts, Chloe’s fingers tightened around his smooth forearm. Beneath her grip his muscles tensed. His eyes widened. Before she could take back her mistake—he probably didn’t want to be touched after their near miss of a kiss—he yanked her down into his lap.

“Cripes!” She tumbled to the side, half angled on and off his jean clad lap with both of her hands resting on his chest.

Against her palms his heart catapulted beneath his muscles. As if someone had pressed pause, they lingered, his gaze half-lidded. His arms moved to curl her up closer into his body. Adrenaline twisted to the toes of her feet. Her stomach nearly bottomed out as awareness twitched through her nerve endings. The fantasy of his skin beneath her fingers became her sole focus as the rest of the world dropped away.

Were there still complications? Always. But as her measured breaths brought in more oxygen to her lungs, she didn’t find herself getting any smarter.

“What are you…”Almost touching lips. A small divide—but one she wasn’t willing to breach again.

Their noses almost touched. A random image of Noah giving her an eskimo kiss flitted through her mind and she smiled while trying to measure his quiet, closed off silence. When his hand shifted up her spine and into her hair she gasped, taking in a quick drag of his citrus scent.

Though her mind fed her questions, her mouth refused to work. She wouldn’t start it—but she couldn’t stop him. Not with his body heat flaring up through his jeans and their limbs snug together like they’d always belonged intertwined.

Either way, when his lips tightened and resolve slipped over her. Chloe got ready to spring from his lap, tuck tail, and run to the phone to call a cab. Men only got one chance at rejection. There was no amount of groveling that would open her heart once she’d closed it. His thumb slipped across the side of her jaw. A shaky caress that left her throat tight and aching. This was—more. So much more.

The last thing Chloe expected was for Noah to separate the last inch between them. From the tip of her toes she was poised to bolt. But he didn’t move so much as a muscle. He nodded once as if waiting for permission. Before he took the last inch between them and smashed it into oblivion by taking her mouth quick enough she didn’t have time to draw breath.

An instant moan leapt from her lips. He matched the strokes of his thumb to the ease of his tongue along her bottom lip. She opened to him like she’d been longing to do for longer than she cared to admit. His whole body vibrated. Engulfed by his strength and anchored by his gentle slow, exploratory touch, she was lost to it all in a tide of contrasts.

The soothing murmur of waves became a dull ringing in her ears. She kissed him, matching the slow, steady thrust of his tongue while her hands explored the firm planes of his chest and shoulders. Noah groaned low in his mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip. Beneath the back of her upper thigh she sensed his cock—hard and oh, so promising.  His hand smoothed into her hair, tilting her head back for a deeper kiss. She was…awakened.

“I shouldn’t—but I couldn’t—I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered against her lips.

How could her body be so tight and yet she remained mellow at her core? God, it’d been so long since she gave herself license to explore! Explore anyone. Explore herself and what she was feeling. If she’d stayed too long on any one aspect of her relationship she might have been confronted with the horrible truth that she hadn’t been happy in a long time.

But wrapped in his firm embrace with the will being kissed out of her—she was bliss incarnate.He made a low, maddening noise in the back of his throat and his hips lifted against her ass. It was a feat that she managed to stay still. Her mind was screaming for her to react and grind back down on him while the rest of her loved the aching tease winding through her limbs. Noah’s lips eased away only a fraction and her eyes slit open to catch him watching her with a humbled, easy grin.

As his hand dropped away from her head she curled back into the touch. For the moment, unafraid to meet him stride for stride in their weird little ditty of a romance dance. Noah’s pleased noise only encouraged her as she bent forward and kissed his cheek. When was the last time she’d used so shy a move? Not even in second grade had she displayed any kind of wariness toward boys.

As her nipples hardened, a blush made her cheeks burn.

“Why didn’t we do that before?” she ventured figuring she could always claim the question was asked under tipsy circumstances later and leave it at that. Already the moonlight on his face shimmered too brightly and the world tilted. She took her first big deep breath in a bit.

“This is g-g-going to sound fucking psychotic  to put-put-put it lightly. Bu-but, I made a promise to my-myse-myself that I’d consider myself abstinent while I’m at my sister’s place out of respect. Earlier, I was worried that once we got going—I didn’t know if I could stop.”

“There are other places to occupy ourselves than in the house, you know.”

It slipped from her lips before she could shut her big, fat trap.

“Good to know you’re thinking ahead.” He said with raised brows and a very masculine, very pleased with himself smile. “Shall we go get dinner?”

“Sure, but, um…” Chloe looked in the direction of his lap.

“It’s a hard on, not debilitating. It’ll just make me walk a little gingerly and awkward for a bit,” he dryly remarked.

His heart was still leaping in his chest, her small kiss on his cheek a blazing heat that he wore like a proud brand. Sheer relief made his erection barely a blip on his radar.

“Uh, Noah?”

He glanced guiltily up from watching her ass, back to her slightly closed off expression when she looked at him over her shoulder. He grunted, not trusting his vocal chords. There wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t shaky with an odd concoction of emotions.

“What’s going on with the stutter? I mean, obviously, it’s totally cool and endearing…I just…I wanted to know…” She turned away from him right as he looked down at the fresh stain on the deck and took a step backward. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I get it.”

She backtracked with every single second he kept quiet and each second seemed like a year to his scrambled brain. As if he’d been dumped in the ocean at it’s coldest, Noah shook and sputtered. No, he didn’t want to answer. It was a simple answer, he’d been stuttering since he learned how to talk, since he’d first opened his mouth and tried to imitate a sound his mother made to him. It had only gotten worse underneath his pretentious father’s guiding hands.

Noah turned his back on Chloe taking a few quick steps away. He blinked, chest tight. Time to fight off the memories. Even as he rose to do exactly what he’d done for years, shoving everything into a tiny box, he sensed her sharp gaze on him. She didn’t move closer. She didn’t have to when he sensed her intentions as clearly as if she’d spoken them.

“Do…o…n’t…ple..ple..please.”

“Don’t come closer or don’t make you answer, Noah?” Her voice was so soft, her compassion made him hate himself for not answering her simple question.

He shook his head. Once.Twice. So fiercely he thought his brain might have detached from his skull.

“I’m sorry…” There it was, the pity. His constant companion.

Noah didn’t think as his fist came down on the banister with enough force to make his teeth rattle even though they were set on edge. He barely caught Chloe’s gasp through the chaos of his own thoughts.

The door slamming shut twisting dust mites up his nose. The twist of the key being turned in the lock while the darkness reached for him and he curled into a small ball. Couldn’t apologize.Couldn’t beg.Couldn’t move as the blood in his veins turned to ice. Defeat and shame ate at him until he pinched himself, one for every time he’d screwed up. The sharp pain was better than the endless drills, the ruler that even now burned across his back.

He never showed any mercy. The day he did was the day Noah was cured.

Endless, expensive doctors knew nothing. Not when his son would someday take his place, be his right hand. Had he not saved them from poverty? From a whore of a mother too drugged up to crawl out of bed to get them formula or diapers? He deserved perfection. Compensation for the seven years of crap he’d had to put up with from Noah.

Drop the act. Stop playing dumb. I’ll do it again, don’t try me.

After six months his mother stopped trying to intervene and emptied out the basement closet for Noah’s personal use. Before then he could still recall the press of endless heels against his chapped ass. The scent of leather as he fought to breathe past his sniveling.

Rich eloquent people bred rich elegant children. Noah would man up or they would take him  back where he belonged, in the gutter, while Polly sat on her pink throne and ate frosting from a spoon. Polly who would spend any free time she could get away from them sneaking down into the basement to knock on the closet door, carrying on small conversations through the beats on the wood.

Silence wasn’t an option. It wasn’t golden either. No, everything had been red.

“Noah…” A voice whispered through his conciouness. “Noah, are you okay? Talk to me, please.”

As if emerging from a deep pool he gasped searching for air and the oxygen burned in his lungs. He blinked past the fear that crushed him until he felt two feet tall. There was nothing in that story, nothing is his story, that he could say out loud.

“Tell me.” Her voice was thick with emotion, strained, and on the edge of an order.

Pain lanced across his shoulders from holding the weight of so many memories for so many years.

“For…fore…forget it.” He stumbled and struck out again knowing the pain would at least eclipse the humiliation.

“No, I’m not going to forget about it, Noah. You clearly need to talk about this. Tell. Me.”

He made an incoherent rage filled noise. At his back he sensed her hand, warm and tiny through the dirty fabric of his worn t-shirt. Noah closed his eyes. Air pulsed out of his nostrils and came in long sips into his lungs. There wasn’t enough, would never be enough. Chloe’s no nonsense tone washed over his exhausted bones and opened a flood gate of crap he’d kept at bay. Everything wanted to come flowing out. Practically choking him with the pain of it.

I ca-ca-ca-n’t…”

“I’m not giving you the option.” Her hand squeezed against his shoulder blade and he shook his head, balling his fists, hating the well of helplessness that dragged him deeper into darkness.“

“No…” He bit off the word. Time to get old school. He pivoted.

Without missing a beat he mimed scribbling on a piece of paper with a pen.

“Right, you can’t talk right now. I can’t believe I would expect you to…” That last part seemed to be directed at herself as she mumbled before holding up a finger and going into the house.

Noah leaned against the railing letting his weight sag with the pure fear that soured the back of his tongue. He didn’t even know if he’d be able to write. Let alone write it all. Pieces. He would do pieces. Chloe was back with a pen and paper that sat in the kitchen. She shoved them at him as if they were on fire.

“Take as long as you need.” She snatched his hand and brought it to her lips. “I’ll be here.”

“Talk to me. What’s going on in that headspace?”

“A lot.”

“Well, we don’t have to cover everything. Just the reasons you studied verbal evasion techniques with the monk’s in the Himalayans for years.”

“I thought monks lived in Tibet?”

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Lauren Blakely does it again and brings readers more smoldering, sexy nights in her Seductive Nights Series with her newest novel, NIGHTS WITH HIM.

In Lauren Blakely’s newest Seductive Nights novel, Jack Sullivan convinces Michelle Milo that he can “show her worlds of pleasure.” And judging from the number of Os he gives her, the man delivers on that promise! Lauren wants to deliver with worlds of pleasure for her readers too — so she’s offering several extra special giveaways with this novel, and we’re thrilled to help announce them!

First, ANYONE who preorders NIGHTS WITH HIM will receive a Julia and Clay short story! That means EVERYONE who preorders is a winner! Readers will be thrilled to know that Julia and Clay, the hero and heroine from the first 3 Seductive Nights novels, have some more story left in them. Lauren has written an exclusive short story that takes place after ONE MORE NIGHT, and you are not going to want to miss what happens next! Anyone who preorders and ENTERS HERE will be emailed the short story. Already pre-ordered? That’s great! You can still enter by filling out the form and entering your order number! NIGHTS WITH HIM is available for preorder on Amazon, iBooks, Kobo and Google Play. Barnes & Noble users who buy NIGHTS WITH HIM on release day, and fill out THIS FORM on release day, can receive the short story during release week as well.

Second, have you ever wanted to spend the night at a Ritz Carlton Hotel? Then you’ll want to take the Be Seduced quiz to enter to win a night at a Ritz Carlton and discover worlds of pleasure on your own! To celebrate the launch of the book, Lauren is giving away a $500 gift card for a stay at the Ritz nearest you!* Readers can access the quiz in the eBook version of NIGHTS WITH HIM, and will have until November 15th to enter the quiz. To be clear, the back of the NIGHTS WITH HIM eBook is the ONLY location with the link to the quiz. The grand prize winner will also receive a $100 gift card for Lelo, makers of premium sex toys, just like the one Jack uses on Michelle in this scene.

Lastly, NIGHTS WITH HIM is a full-length, standalone erotic romance novel that follows the love affair of a new couple, Jack and Michelle, and does not have a cliffhanger. It’s ONLY $3.99 during the preorder period, but this price will go up to $4.99 during release week.

So pre-order your copy of Lauren Blakely’s NIGHTS WITH HIM today. Don’t miss this hot and sexy new novel or these amazing opportunities to enter to win! Then, delve into this amazing first excerpt from NIGHTS WITH HIM and enter to win your own paperback copy!

* If there is no Ritz Carlton near the winner, the winner may opt to receive a $500 gift card to any Marriott property, or Marriott-owned hotel. *

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Jack Sullivan is a Sex Toy Mogul.

An extremely eligible bachelor in New York, he’s the full package, right down to his full package. Hell, this man could be the model for one of the toys his company, Joy Delivered, peddles. Instead, he’s the powerful and successful CEO and he’s got commitment issues a mile-long after the tragic way his relationship with his fiancée ended.

He’s looking for a way to erase the pain and that arrives in the form of Michelle Milo. From her pencil skirts to her high heels, she’s his perfect fantasy, especially since she has no idea who he is the night they meet at a hotel bar. He doesn’t have a clue either that she’s the brilliant psychologist his sister has arranged for him to see to help him get over his past. She’s simply the stunning woman he takes to bed that night and delivers many Os of joy too.

His touch helps her forget that other man.

When he shows up at her office door the next day, there’s no way in hell she’s going to treat him after they’ve slept together. Jack isn’t willing to let go of the first woman he’s felt anything for in years so he proposes a deal – share her nights with him for thirty days. At the end of one month of exquisite pleasure, they walk away, having helped each other move on from their haunted pasts.

But soon, all those nights threaten to turn into days as the lines between lust and matters of the heart start to blur. Can two people so terribly afraid of love truly fall head over heels?

Nights with Him is a standalone full-length novel in the bestselling Seductive Nights series following the love affair of a new couple.

 

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   “I Can Show You Worlds of Pleasure”

An excerpt from NIGHTS WITH HIM by Lauren Blakely

The balcony circled the peak of the Met Life Tower with a spire above them, a clock right below them. A high fence surrounded the perimeter, and the view of Manhattan was endless, stretching to the rivers and the towns that lay far beyond the city that never slept.

Michelle wrapped her hands around the railing at the edge of the balcony, drinking in the view of Manhattan. The headlights from the distant streets below streaked across the dark night; the sounds of horns and music and madness morphed into a quiet radio station din. The dirt and grime was gone, and New York was aerial and beautiful—a darkly gorgeous nocturnal creature, lit up against the night sky.

Jack dropped his hands to her waist, his thumbs rubbing circles against the fabric of her dress at her hips. She leaned her head back against him, stretching her neck. But then he was gone—he was on his knees behind her, kissing the back of her bare legs, starting at her calves.

“Don’t close your eyes. Watch the city as I touch you.”

No wonder he did what he did. He was a man in tune with pleasure. A man thoroughly connected to his senses, which was all the more unusual, given his background as a numbers and logic guy. But he also had some intuitive sense of the physical.

Or simply the physical of her. His tongue flicked against the back of her knee, and she felt her legs wobble. He steadied her, his strong hands tight on her thighs as he kissed his way up her legs, pressing his lips against the back of her thighs now. First one leg. Then the other. Higher and higher still, the fabric of her skirt rose in his hands as he exposed her flesh for him. Soon he’d pushed her skirt above her butt, and his sinful mouth was leaving a hot, wet trail of kisses against the crease where her ass met her legs.

“Light blue,” he murmured as he slid his finger under the edge of her lacy panties. “Gorgeous, sexy, perfect sky blue.”

“Yes. You like?”

“So much I want to keep them,” he said as he returned his mouth to her skin.

Pleasure pulsed through her veins. She gripped the railing tighter as the sensations spread, starting deep in her belly, radiating to her fingertips, her toes, the ends of her hair, as he brushed those soft lips against her body. He kissed her with a kind of reverence, with a deep appreciation for her body. He kissed her as if she were the most sensual person he’d ever touched. As if she were made for passion, for pleasure, for this kind of bold desire that ran rampant through her cells.

Because everything he’d done so far had been a slice of heaven. A heaven for lovers of the flesh.

He ran his nose across her upper thigh, then pressed a kiss between her legs, his lips grazing the soaked panel of her panties. Useless thing. A completely useless piece of fabric, since the way he’d touched her had turned them hot and damp.

“Take them off,” he said roughly.

She obliged, sliding her panties down her legs, then lifting them over her ankles as she stepped out of them.

“Give them to me.”

She handed them to him, and he stuffed them into his pocket.

He stood and gently placed his hand on her chin, turning her gaze back to the sky. “Watch the city,” he told her, as he pressed his chest against her back, his long, tall body aligned with hers.

Anticipation built between them, the tantalizing wonder of what would come next. Only he knew. She was placing her pleasure in his hands, and that’s exactly where she wanted it to be.

A soft hum whirred through the air. At first, she wasn’t sure what it was. Then she recognized the noise. The way it signaled a response in her body. How the sound tapped into her deepest core, a reminder of something she loved.

Assistance.

One hand gripped her hip, and the other slid down her belly, dipping between her legs as he tugged her closer. Her breath fled her chest. The thrill of not knowing ignited her more, and she felt a rush of heat between her legs. She wanted him to feel it too. To know what he was doing to her. She was After Hours Michelle with him, so she let go of her other self, allowing herself to fully be the sexy, alluring woman who appeared when Jack Sullivan was inches away. “Touch me,” she said.

She felt it. The first press against her throbbing clit. The slide through her wetness. The pressure from something that wasn’t his finger. Something that had been made.

“What is it?” she asked in between staccato breaths.

“It’s The Lola,” he said in a hot, husky voice, whispering in her ear as he rubbed a small toy against her. She looked down—he held a sleek circular device between two fingers, one finger through a silver hole in the middle. The toy was like a large ring, made of the same soft material the world’s best pleasure toys came in. Only this one didn’t just stimulate her with vibrations. Somehow, the toy felt like a tongue touching her. Like fast, intense flicks from the most wonderful, amazing, fantastic tongue she’d ever felt. Like Jack today. Times ten.

It was that good.

“I don’t have this one,” she said, in between gasps and moans.

“I know. It’s new. They say it feels fantastic against the skin,” he said, rubbing the vibrator against her. “Tell me if it does.”

She cried out. “Oh, yes.”

She felt as if her body belonged to this toy, to the intensity of the pleasure strumming through her blood and bones. It owned her.

“Does it make you want more of me?”

“So much more,” she moaned.

“This part,” he said, slowing only to press the soft middle section to her clit, the beads beneath the surface rotating against her, simulating the intoxicating sensations of a tongue flicking against her. “Does that feel like the way I licked your pussy earlier today?” he asked in a whisper, his breath hot against her skin.

“Yes. Oh, God. Yes.”

“I can make this feel like a soft swirl, or like I’m fucking you with my tongue,” he said, and began cycling through the levels of vibration. Her vision blurred from the sweet intensity. She wasn’t sure how she was still standing. “I can show you worlds of pleasure.”

“I want it,” she said, now begging because this was a new land of desire he’d taken her to, and she didn’t ever want to leave.

Working the toy expertly between her legs, he yanked her body closer, his erection hitting her backside. His voice was low and dirty as he growled in her ear. “This is what I can do to you for thirty nights.”

“I want it all. I want you,” she said in between pants and moans, her body arching into the toy.

“This is how you’ll be mine,” he said, gliding the toy across her clit that was so swollen she ached with the need to come. She felt desperate in every pore of her body. The intense need to climax was bearing down on her. Her world narrowed to this hot neon need as pleasure took over, spinning wildly out of control, blissfully into chaos as she leaned back into his chest, his arms holding her in place, his finger working her over and over with his toy as she shattered into endless erotic bliss, crying out his name above Manhattan.

Minutes later she turned around, looping her arms around his neck. “You win. That was the best orgasm of my life. I’m yours for thirty nights.”

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First names only for one night of pleasure…

 

He’s only at the hotel to close a business deal. Then he sees her, and his agenda for the evening shifts—woo her, win her, and make sure she never forgets who gave her the most exquisite pleasure she’s ever had. Jack Sullivan, a billionaire, and one of New York City’s most eligible bachelors, is captivated by the brilliant and beautiful Michelle Milo. From her witty mouth to her sinful body, she’s his perfect fantasy. But there’s more than the undeniable chemistry; they both might be exactly what the other needs. As soon as he has her, he knows one night with her will never be enough. The trouble is, he’s about to run into her tomorrow…in the last place he expects.

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LAUREN BLAKELY

Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.

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Cover Reveal ~ Don’t Let Me Fall by Briana Pacheco (Penny Lisa)

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Title: Don’t Let Me Fall

Author: Briana Pacheco

Release date: December 4th, 2014

Genre: New Adult

 

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I don’t want to be here.

When you lose the one person that was your whole life, you’ll understand. For me, it was my best friend, Alice. We spent every second of every day together. We planned a life. I was actually living. I was happy.

Now, it’s just gone.

And I’m still here. Lonely. A tatted up body with an empty soul.

Getting inside of my head won’t be pretty. I’m warning you now that you won’t like me. I hate people besides my family. I hate everything around me. I just want to be alone. And I HATE how Logan Mercer doesn’t understand that. He’s everywhere; getting inside of my head, kissing me when he shouldn’t be, messing everything up, and trying to get me to open up. He’s making me crazier than I already am. Why do I need to talk about my life? Why does he even care?

Why doesn’t anyone understand that I don’t want to get attached to people? I don’t want to get fixed.

I want to be alone.

I want to be free.

I want to fly.

My name is Rebeckah Lennox and this is my story…of how I fell.

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Briana Pacheco hates referring to herself in third person so let’s start off with I’m the author of the Enough Trilogy, Don’t Let Me Fall, and many more books to come in the future. I’m from Boston and a wannabe explorer so one day I’ll travel the world. So far, that’s only happening when I write but I’m not giving up just yet. I love coffee, music and books, and I have an obsession with tattoos and accents. Sadly, I have neither so I make my characters have them instead. I’m an avid reader and if I’m not writing, you’ll find me with a book (or Kindle) in my hands. I love hearing from readers about anything so please don’t be shy and stalk me.

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Maisy York is a freak. An oddball. One of the outliers who clings desperately to the golden mean in a futile attempt to feel normal. Born with congenital analgesia, she lacks the ability to feel pain, but this seems to mean she’s unable to feel pleasure as well.

Unemployed, betrayed, and left with no other options, Maisy joins Cirque des Curiosités, a traveling circus with a heavy emphasis on the strange and exotic in order to appease the infinite curiosity of the peanut-crunching crowds.
Intending to work the concession or sell tickets, her unique oddity is quickly discovered and rockets her to the front of the house, the centre ring, the main event.
And of course there is a man. There’s always a man. A Fire Breather named Cairo with the darkest eyes and most beautiful lips she’s ever seen. She’s swept up in his intoxicating attention, his muscled arms, his tattoos, his beard and thick dark hair…
In order to prove she’s incapable of falling in love with Cairo, she accepts his dangerously seductive father’s offer to join After Dark, the erotic after hours version of the Cirque. There, her unique condition once again makes her a star, seemingly the ultimate masochist with no end to what she can handle.
But nothing in life is what it seems, and in a world built on illusion and deception, this lesson hits home with a blunt force.
When girls start to disappear from After Dark, Maisy is determined to find out what happened to them. Will she be able to uncover the truth in a world built on lies? Will her own life be put in danger in her relentless quest to slake her curiosity? And will she ever discover the truth inside herself and find a way to feel or will it be too late?
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