Excerpt Reveal – The Last Guy, Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise

June 1, 2017 By

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THE LAST GUY

By Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise

© Ilsa-Louise Books, 2017

 

~ Rebecca ~

 

He kicks the door shut and without even turning on the light, he tosses me on my back on the bed. I prop up on my elbows. My dress is up around my waist, my bra is wet from Cade’s mouth, and my nipples are pointing right at him.

 

“Damn,” he rasps, and I watch, mesmerized as he reaches behind his neck to pull his shirt over his head, leaving his hair a sexy mess.

 

The light of the full moon blasting through my window covers him in a silvery glow. My stomach clenches when I see the lines of his muscles deepened by the shadowy light. My God, he’s gorgeous. He looks otherworldly.  

 

“We really shouldn’t do this…” My voice is breathless.

 

“Agreed.”

 

He strides toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s focused, determined, and I watch long fingers unfasten his belt, the top of his jeans, his zipper.

 

“This is a terrible idea.”

 

“Yes,” he murmurs as he cups my face. I sigh and lean into his palm, letting the sizzle between us electrify me. If I do this…if I go through with boning him…it’s going to be the best sex of my life, judging by the tiny raised hairs all over my body.

 

I scoot to the foot of the bed so I’m right in front of him and my head is level with his waist. Looking up, I slide my palms to his sides, pushing his jeans lower.

 

He’s standing in front of me in black boxer briefs. I slide my palms up and down against the hot planes of his pelvis, teasing him, tracing my fingers around the straining bulge of his erection. “We’re gonna regret this.”

 

A long shudder comes from him, and his eyes are heavy-lidded as he watches me. “I don’t think so, Stone. Not in a million fucking years.” He leans down and his lips capture mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, exploring, owning me.

 

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One Ex-NFL Star.

Too Much Fireball.

The Last Guy is a new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills & International Selling Author Tia Louise.  Meet Cade Hill on June 12th!

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Blurb

 

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and international bestselling author Tia Louise…

The first rule of office romance is don’t do it—especially if your dream is to hold the anchor spot on the nightly news and your boss is trying to get you fired.

But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things.

Sex in his office…

Sex in the on-set kitchen…

Sex in the supply closet…

She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge…ego.

He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with.

Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives.

It’s just a hook-up, she says.

When can we do it again? he says.

With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her he’s the last guy she’ll ever want.

About the Author

 

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and the “Queen of Hot Romance” Tia Louise are not a secret duo, but simply themselves.

Great friends, former English teachers, and southern gals in real life, they’ve teamed up to bring you laugh-out-loud naughty romances with strong leading ladies and sexy alpha males who know how to please their women—and who sometimes you just want to slap.

 

 

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Cover Reveal & *Giveaway* – The Last Guy, Ilsa Madden-Mills & Tia Louise

May 25, 2017 By

 

One Uptight Reporter.

One Ex-NFL Star.

Too Much Fireball.

 

The Last Guy is a new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills & International Selling author Tia Louise.  Meet Cade Hill on June 12th!

 

Add to your TBR here: http://bit.ly/2qTJrer

 

Get an email alert when THE LAST GUY goes LIVE on Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TLGSignup

 

By: Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise

Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography

Model: David Wills

Designer: Shanoff Formats

 

 

Blurb

 

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and international bestselling author Tia Louise…

The first rule of office romance is don’t do it—especially if your dream is to hold the anchor spot on the nightly news and your boss is trying to get you fired.

But one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things.

Sex in his office…

Sex in the on-set kitchen…

Sex in the supply closet…

She can’t stop thinking about the former NFL quarterback and how perfect he’d look between her sheets—except he’s an arrogant jerk with a huge…ego.

He’s the last guy she’d ever have a one-night stand with.

Cade Hill draws a thick professional line on office romance—until it comes to the hyper-focused Rebecca. He wants her, and he gets his wish when a chance encounter has them having the hottest sex of their lives.

It’s just a hook-up, she says.

When can we do it again? he says.

With Rebecca determined to keep Cade in the friend zone, it’s going to be an uphill battle for Cade to convince her he’s the last guy she’ll ever want.

THE LAST GUY is the first white-hot CONTEMPORARY ROMANTIC COMEDY from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and Tia Louise. It features Fireball-fueled hookups, Doritos Locos Tacos, attack monkeys, toddlers in tiaras, and one fabulous drag queen. Prepare for frantic clicking (or page flipping!) and smoking-hot sexytimes all the way to the out-of-this-world happily-ever-after.

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and the “Queen of Hot Romance” Tia Louise are not a secret duo, but simply themselves.

Great friends, former English teachers, and southern gals in real life, they’ve teamed up to bring you laugh-out-loud naughty romances with strong leading ladies and sexy alpha males who know how to please their women—and who sometimes you just want to slap.

 

 

Ilsa’s Amazon Page: http://amzn.to/2rf1oow

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Blog Tour, 5 Heart Review & Excerpt – Cole, Tijan

March 1, 2017 By

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He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.

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Synopsis

I shouldn’t have remembered him.

He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn’t know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.

But I could feel him.

The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.

The second time was different.

He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.

That was just the beginning.

He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…

Cole Mauricio

 

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Kara's Review

5 Stars

I’m a new and now a lifetime fan of Tijan. I love her writing style. There is always emotion mixed with humor, foreplay, sadness and friendship. I didn’t read Carter Reed (I know, hush up!), but we met Cole in Carter Reed 2. I have since purchased both books and will be reading them asafp!

Addison is still grieving after a tragedy one year ago. Her best friend Sia is trying to help her move on. When she gets a tip on an apartment opening in a highly exclusive building, the Mauricio, Addison has to see it. She’s always loved the building. There’s just something about it that calls to her. No one knows who owns the building and the three floors on the top are mysteriously occupied. When Addison and Sia go to their favorite restaurant and witness a group of men sauntering in surrounding a very sexy, very hot, very domineering man, Addison can’t take her eyes off him. Something she hasn’t felt in a long time starts stirring in her blood. When she sees him again in her building she can’t stop thinking about him. She has no idea who he is, but she wants to know. After the third time, he finally introduces himself as Cole. Just Cole. There’s a mutual attraction and it’s strong. Addison finally makes a decision and goes after what she wants. Cole. Flirting turns into dinner which turns into not being able to keep their hands off each other. He can’t tell her anything about who he is or his life. It’s up to her to decide if that’s enough. She can’t walk away from him. The connection is too strong. She craves his touch too much. When she gets a taste of his life and finds out who he is, she has to choose. Can she picture her life without him? Will her heart survive another loss? As I said, I didn’t know Cole before this, but it only took me point three seconds to get sucked into his eyes. To feel exactly what Addison felt when she first saw him. By the third meeting I was literally panting. I couldn’t get enough of this couple. The heat, the suspense. It was addicting. It’s a story about second chances, choosing to live again, friendship and loyalty.

It’d been so long since a man looked at me like that, like I was breathtaking to him, like he wanted to protect me, take me to bed, and laugh all night, all at the same time

My blush was at full force. I felt it creeping down my neck. “Neither. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t?”

“I thought a friend was down here.”

“Friend?” He pointed to himself, stepping forward. “Me?”

No. I—” This was stupid. “Yes. You.

A smirk showed on his face, and he took another step closer. “Well, isn’t this a coincidence then?”

One side of his mouth lifted, and if I’d thought he was gorgeous before, the half-smile made him breathtaking.

Excerpt

Once inside the elevator, I stood to one side, watching him. He returned my gaze.

We still did not touch.

My chest tightened, hoping no one would call the elevator at that moment. We sailed past the lobby, the second floor, and stopped at mine. I put in the code, and the doors opened to my home.

I drew in a breath, filling my lungs again. God, it was time.

Stepping out with shaky knees, I bypassed the light switch. The full moon lit up my entire floor. I went to the kitchen and paused at the island. “Did you want something to drink?” I caught sight of the tequila and wine on the counter. There was more than enough.

Cole stepped up behind me and followed my gaze. “Were you going to have a party?” he asked, his breath coating the back of my neck.

I shivered, closing my eyes for one delicious moment. “I stocked up. I thought a friend was coming over tonight.”

His hand rested on my back, nudging my sweater aside to touch my skin. “He?”

“She. Sia.” I looked over my shoulder. He was so close. “She stood me up for a date.”

A faint smile showed. “I need to send her a thank-you card.”

“Please don’t sign it.”

“Why not?”

I turned around, easing my back against the island. Cole placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me in place.

“Because she’s slightly obsessed with you, though she’s in love with someone else now. She could circle back,” I joked.

“Me?”

“We saw you one night.”

“When?” He leaned away, but his hands remained on the counter. It was like he was giving me breathing space on purpose.

“At Gianni’s. We went there the night I moved in.”

He didn’t move, but I could feel him pulling away. A protest started in my head, but I bit back the words. He didn’t reply. He was waiting for me instead.

I continued, “You came in with a bunch of men and went upstairs. That was it.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did you talk to anyone?”

“What do you mean?”

“The staff?”

“About you?”

“About anything.”

My forehead wrinkled. “Sia networked with the hostess. They exchanged cards. Sia said the girl was a model. She recognized her from the Gala. That was it. Oh, well, another server sat with us for a drink later on. But they mostly talked with Sia about the Gala and about photographers—stuff like that.”

He relaxed, his hands loosening their hold on the counter. I was scared to ask what he was so worried they’d told us.

“I don’t know who you are.” I lifted a hand, placing it on his chest. His heart was racing, just like mine. My mouth parted in surprise. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

He glanced down at my hand and held still. He was thinking something over. I held my tongue, worried it was me, that he was second-guessing this night for us. I wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about, but it sounded ridiculous. I really had no idea. So I waited it out, my heart pressing against my rib cage.

When he looked back up, the hunger was in his eyes again—dark, primal, and more evident than ever. He took my hand and leaned in, closing the distance between us. With his other hand, he cupped the side of my face. “I wasn’t second-guessing this. I want you to know that.” His touch was tender.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Something else, but it wasn’t you.”

“This is one of those moments where you wish you could tell me, but you can’t? Not yet?”

The corner of his mouth lifted. His eyes moved from mine to my lips. “Something like that, yes.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I started to tease, but then his head dipped down, and his lips were on mine.

I gasped. The pleasure was immediate. His mouth was gentle, but as he felt my body’s reaction, he applied pressure. His touch grew more demanding, then I was kissing him back. I wanted more. Someone groaned. That was me.

His hand slid around to the back of my neck. He held me in his grip as his mouth explored mine, opening over me and slipping inside. My hands grasped his shoulders, just holding on. All I could focus on was his tongue. I met his with mine and reveled in the sensation. But it wasn’t enough. Need shot through my whole body.

My hands slid under his shirt and moved over his back and shoulders. His body was just as powerful as his presence. I felt the shift of his muscles. They trembled under my hands. The feeling was intoxicating. I had power over him, and I wanted more. I wanted to see how much power I actually had.

Pulling back, I studied him.

He was panting lightly. So was I.

I could see him wondering what I was going to do, so I reached back to the counter and started to lift myself. His hands caught the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me the rest of the way. Now sitting on the edge of the island, my legs parted, and he was back between them. His mouth went right to mine.

I couldn’t get over what I was doing. I didn’t care.

I didn’t think I would care the next day, the day after, or however long this lasted. I had no clue. I only knew I had one night. One long night.

tijan

I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Release Blitz & 5 Heart Review – Cole, Tijan

February 27, 2017 By

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He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.

Cole by Tijan is NOW LIVE!

Amazon US:http://amzn.to/2lpu8Es

Amazon UK:

Audible: http://amzn.to/2kZTpJ6

Paperback: http://amzn.to/2lYr2uU

iBooks: http://apple.co/2mxd67F

Nook: http://bit.ly/2msavwx

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2msd9SX

 

cole

Synopsis

I shouldn’t have remembered him.

He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn’t know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.

But I could feel him.

The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.

The second time was different.

He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.

That was just the beginning.

He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…

Cole Mauricio

 

cole-teaser-1

 

Kara's Review

5 Stars

I’m a new and now a lifetime fan of Tijan. I love her writing style. There is always emotion mixed with humor, foreplay, sadness and friendship. I didn’t read Carter Reed (I know, hush up!), but we met Cole in Carter Reed 2. I have since purchased both books and will be reading them asafp!

Addison is still grieving after a tragedy one year ago. Her best friend Sia is trying to help her move on. When she gets a tip on an apartment opening in a highly exclusive building, the Mauricio, Addison has to see it. She’s always loved the building. There’s just something about it that calls to her. No one knows who owns the building and the three floors on the top are mysteriously occupied. When Addison and Sia go to their favorite restaurant and witness a group of men sauntering in surrounding a very sexy, very hot, very domineering man, Addison can’t take her eyes off him. Something she hasn’t felt in a long time starts stirring in her blood. When she sees him again in her building she can’t stop thinking about him. She has no idea who he is, but she wants to know. After the third time, he finally introduces himself as Cole. Just Cole. There’s a mutual attraction and it’s strong. Addison finally makes a decision and goes after what she wants. Cole. Flirting turns into dinner which turns into not being able to keep their hands off each other. He can’t tell her anything about who he is or his life. It’s up to her to decide if that’s enough. She can’t walk away from him. The connection is too strong. She craves his touch too much. When she gets a taste of his life and finds out who he is, she has to choose. Can she picture her life without him? Will her heart survive another loss? As I said, I didn’t know Cole before this, but it only took me point three seconds to get sucked into his eyes. To feel exactly what Addison felt when she first saw him. By the third meeting I was literally panting. I couldn’t get enough of this couple. The heat, the suspense. It was addicting. It’s a story about second chances, choosing to live again, friendship and loyalty.

 

It’d been so long since a man looked at me like that, like I was breathtaking to him, like he wanted to protect me, take me to bed, and laugh all night, all at the same time

 

My blush was at full force. I felt it creeping down my neck. “Neither. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t?”

“I thought a friend was down here.”

“Friend?” He pointed to himself, stepping forward. “Me?”

No. I—” This was stupid. “Yes. You.

A smirk showed on his face, and he took another step closer. “Well, isn’t this a coincidence then?”

One side of his mouth lifted, and if I’d thought he was gorgeous before, the half-smile made him breathtaking.

tijan

I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Blog Tour & 5 Heart Reviews – Fake Fiancée, Ilsa Madden-Mills

February 12, 2017 By

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Pretending never felt so good….

Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills is NOW LIVE!

ONLY $0.99 & Free on Kindle Unlimited.

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A new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills…

They say nothing compares to your first kiss,

But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.

Our second kiss…that one was REAL.

He cradled my face like he was terrified he’d f*ck it up.

He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.

Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,

He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,

And he’d never get another piece.

A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist…

And I was lost.

I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.

I forgot we weren’t REAL.

Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don’t exist…

Then you’ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

Get ready for breathtaking kisses and dreamy football players…

 

Kara's Review

5 Stars

Fake Fiancée is Ilsa Madden Mills’ newest standalone romance. I always know when I pick up one of her books that I’m going to be entertained by the love story, the witty banter, the sexiness, the suspense and the angst. Always the perfect combo! The first time sassy Sunny meets sexy Max Kent, she feels a connection that she’s not prepared for. Little does she know that he feels it too. It’s more than chemistry but neither of them knows what it means. They are both coming off break ups and Max has the great idea to pretend to be dating. It will get his ex and any other girl sniffing around off his back and he can concentrate on the only important thing to him. Winning the Heisman. There’s something different about Sunny and he can’t help but be drawn to her. She’s pretty and sexy, but she’s much more. She’s funny, sassy and tells him exactly what she’s thinking. She’s not after something like all the other girls. Sunny is attracted to Max and her head knows it’s fake and they are pretending, but her body wants him. Badly. Max doesn’t just want Sunny in his bed, he wants to talk with her, hang out with her and get to know her. He doesn’t need a relationship to cloud his goal. But, Sunny gets under his skin and he can’t help fall for her. Where does that leave him now? Can he have both, the real fiancée and the Heisman? Sunny wants it to be real. Will she be able to trust Max? I loved this story and this couple! They have crazy chemistry and hilarious banter. Max is sexy as hell! I honestly wasn’t ready for their story to be over. I want more!

PS. Funniest grandma in the history of the world!

 

“Yep. Now smile.” I held the phone up for a selfie, licked her on the cheek and snapped the pic. Boom.

“Once I like you, you’re mine,” I said softly.

 

“You’ve got that dreamy look on your face. Whatcha thinking about?”

“You.”

He grinned. “I am pretty damn dreamy.”

Sandra's Review

5 Stars

Fake Fiancée is a standalone novel by the amazing Ilsa Madden-Mills. I have only read a few of her books but I loved them so much that I didn’t even read the synopsis for for this one. I mean the title and that cover was enough for me to want my greedy hands on it. This is a story about a quarterback and his cookie…

Max Kent is a college football star and on his way to winning the Heisman. And he wanted her. Wanted her to be his fake girlfriend. This was his year and he couldn’t fuck it up. No fights. No groupies. No rumors. This was the perfect plan. Sunny Blaine could be the ticket to the Heisman. She could be the woman on the side of his arm that would keep him calm and keep the groupies from picking his locks. And who doesn’t love a love story? Even if it was a fake one. It had to be. He didn’t have time for distractions. Football is his life. He has to keep his eye on the prize no matter what. But he never expected Sunny to be the sunshine in the darkness. He didn’t expect the woman with a mess of hair, a pissed off attitude, and a body that he wanted to discover would change his life with one knock on his door.

Sunny didn’t want him. Nope. Not one bit. She vowed to stay away from athletes. They were her kryptonite. But when Max Kent kisses you. You feel it all over. And when he comes up with a crazy ass proposal that is a win-win. You take it. But she will not fall for the quarterback. She will cash her check, pretend to love him, watch a few games, and then walk away. How hard could it be? He didn’t really want her anyway. It was all for show. All for the Heisman. I mean, how could someone like him, want someone like me? He is a star football player. I am a plain Jane. We might feel some kind of connection but it’s definitely not a love one. Maybe a friendship one but that’s all it could ever be. Right?

Max and Sunny’s relationship is a complicated one. They feel something but can’t define it. Then of course it’s the “was that a real kiss or a fake one?” thing. But one thing is for sure, they start to feel more comfortable around each other more every day. Sunny has been on her own for years and Max has his team but not really any other family. So it’s nice to have one another to talk to about that part of their lives. Then of course, there is the kissing, hand holding, and protectiveness. It’s a friendship. But could it turn into more or will Sunny cash her check and walk away? Will Max let her go after the season? Was it all fake or was it real and they didn’t realize it? Will the pressure he is feeling ruin him?

Awe…I loved this story. The timing of it was perfect. They are at the age in college where they have to think more about their futures and not just about the next party. Max might be a football star but he is more than that. It shows in the way he carries himself. Not everyone can see it but it’s there. And Sunny…she is a badass with a heart of gold. Together, they are something else. I felt a connection between them from the very start. Their banter is fun. Their chemistry is hot. Their friendship is unexpected. Their story is everything.

Overall…I laughed. I cried. I wanted to slap a bitch. I cheered. And I got hot and bothered. One amazing combo of emotions! I didn’t want it to end.

🏈 and 🍪 = 💋

P.S. I ❤ Mimi!!

Quotes:

“We could be the best damn Hallmark movie ever made, Sunny.” My voice was dead serious.

“Hmmm, if I had to pick qualities in a fake boyfriend, I’d want him to be a great spider killer. Are you?”
“They don’t scare me.”
“Even the big hairy ones? There’s one currently residing in my bedroom somewhere.” I grinned.
“Let me come over and I’ll hunt him down.”

“You bloody shocked him into silence.”

 

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Excerpt

Max stalked over to the barrier that divided the stands from the football field and jumped it. The fans went nuts as he brushed past them, some not even realizing it until he was down the aisle. The Jumbotron followed him.

“Good Lordy, what’s he doing?” Mimi asked, clutching at her chest.

“I don’t know,” I said rather weakly, taking the chance to study him the closer he came. He was beautiful, his shoulders impossibly broad. To add to the distraction, his helmet was in his hand and all that dark brown hair was flowing around his chiseled features as if he had a fan in his face. My Viking.

“He’s coming over here,” Mimi commented.

He was. But why?

I stopped breathing . . .right when he came to a halt in front of me and knelt down on one knee.

Eyes the color of a wild ocean gazed at me.

He took my left hand in his right one.

“Max,” I breathed, my heart fluttering.

He gazed up at me. “Sunny Blaine, will you marry me?”

The stadium went wild. In a daze, I looked up at the Jumbotron and felt like I was watching this happen to someone else. Camera phones flashed all around us.

My first clear thought was I’ll kill him.

Aloud, nothing came out but a faint wheeze. Clearly someone had stuffed a giant wad of cotton in my mouth. Clearly I needed something a lot stiffer to drink than this Diet Coke. Clearly my fake boyfriend was a freaking raving lunatic.

He sat his helmet on the ground next to my feet, reached inside it and pulled out a small black box.

No, no, no!

The box opened, and my stomach churned at the sight of the large round solitaire diamond ring that was nestled on the black silk. I blinked repeatedly to clear my vision.

With deft fingers, Max eased it out of the lining and slipped it on my left hand.

I stared down at it. Then back at him.

I was going to murder the hottest quarterback in the country.

Kiss her, Kiss her, the crowd chanted.

We were the focal point of the entire world.

Max stood and tugged me up with him until we were standing. He slid his hand around my neck and pulled his face to mine. The sky was blotted out as he kissed me.

But I hadn’t said yes!

I wouldn’t say yes.

Not to a fake engagement.

The applause of the stadium was deafening. And his kiss—it was deadly. Despite my rage, my body craved him. His lips were hot, so hot, and my tongue met his with a vengeance. We kissed hard, and I nipped at him, my teeth scraping across his lips. But the only one who’d end up bleeding in this scenario was me.

He eased back to take me in, and with a final look at my face he gave a thumbs-up sign to the entire stadium. They went nuts, chanting his name.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear, letting his hand trail down my arm as he stepped back from me. He walked away backward, eyes on me the entire time. The announcers for the game told everyone who might have missed it that Max Kent had just asked his girlfriend to marry him, and she’d said yes. More cheers came as they replayed him on his knee in front of me with a giant YES written across the top.

I plopped back down in my seat. Frozen.

“. . . did you see her face? Shocked . . .”

“. . . most romantic thing in football . . .”

“. . . luckiest girl in the world . . .”

My face went hot. Even my ears burned. I wanted to crawl under a seat.

God.

What a lie.

The half ended and our offense came out to the field, snapped the ball, and Max threw it straight to Tate who ran it in for another touchdown. My chest constricted and anger churned in my gut.

I didn’t care who won.

I hated football right now.

Most of all, I hated Max Kent, and I was going to make him pay.

 

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Wall Street Journal best selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Ian Somerhalder, astronomy (she’s a Gemini), and tattoos. She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education. When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and fuzzy pajamas.

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Sales Blitz – Tears of Tess, Pepper Winters

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“My life was complete. Happy, content,

everything neat and perfect.

Then it all changed.

I was sold.”

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Tess Snow has everything she ever wanted: one more semester before a career in property development, a loving boyfriend, and a future dazzling bright with possibility.

 

For their two year anniversary, Brax surprises Tess with a romantic trip to Mexico. Sandy beaches, delicious cocktails, and soul-connecting sex set the mood for a wonderful holiday. With a full heart, and looking forward to a passion filled week, Tess is on top of the world.

 

But lusty paradise is shattered.

 

Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror.

 

Captive and alone with no savior, no lover, no faith, no future, Tess evolves from terrified girl to fierce fighter. But no matter her strength, it can’t save her from the horror of being sold.

 

Can Brax find Tess before she’s broken and ruined, or will Tess’s new owner change her life forever?

 

A New Adult Dark Contemporary Romance, not suitable for people sensitive to grief, slavery, and nonconsensual sex. A story about finding love in the strangest of places, a will of iron that grows from necessity, and forgiveness that may not be enough.

 

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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.

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Cover Reveal – Fake Fiancée, Ilsa Madden-Mills

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Fake Fiancée is a new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills releasing February 6th!

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A new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills…

They say nothing compares to your first kiss,

But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.

Our second kiss…that one was REAL.

He cradled my face like he was terrified he’d f*ck it up.

He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.

Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,

He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,

And he’d never get another piece.

A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist…

And I was lost.

I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.

I forgot we weren’t REAL.

Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don’t exist…

Then you’ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

Get ready for breathtaking kisses and dreamy football players…

 

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She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Ian Somerhalder, astronomy (she’s a Gemini), and tattoos. She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education. When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and fuzzy pajamas.

 

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It’s not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It’s definitely the SIZE of the boat too. 

 

And I’ve got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets. Looks, brains, my own money, and a big c&$k.
You might think I’m an as%*$le. I sound like one, don’t I? I’m hot as sin, rich as heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.
Guess what? You haven’t heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which makes me one of a kind. 
The only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy. Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancée for the next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to wearing this big rock.
And pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling, window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between the sheets.

But I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.

What the hell have I gotten myself into with this…big rock?

 

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Since self-publishing her debut romance novel CAUGHT UP IN US over three years ago, Lauren Blakely has sold more than 1.5 million books. She is known for her sexy contemporary romance style that’s full of heat, heart and humor. A devout fan of cake and canines, Lauren has plotted entire novels while walking her four-legged friends. She lives in California with her family. With thirteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy times. Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire as well as standalone hit romances like BIG ROCK, MISTER O, WELL HUNG, and THE SEXY ONE which were all instant New York Times Bestsellers. In January she’ll release FULL PACKAGE, a standalone romantic comedy. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter.

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Release Blitz, 5 Heart Review & Excerpt – Dark Surrender, Rachel Van Dyken

December 12, 2016 By

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Never met a male siren before?

You’re about to….

I grew up as a prince…

And lead the life of a King.

There isn’t anyone or anything that doesn’t want me, that isn’t attracted to me. They can’t help it. And I sure as hell don’t want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one, simple, caress.

As a male siren it’s my job to feed off emotion.

And I was happy to do it.

I am happy to do it.

What I’m not happy about? Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one person for the next few centuries. There’s a war coming and being the idiot I am–I offered to take one for the team in order to help a friend.

Now my sexual appetite is taking a freaking kick in the nuts.

And I’m left wondering if it’s worth it.

If she’s worth it, with messy hair and dirty human hands.

But I have a world to save.

A job to do.

Now, if only, she would just let me do it rather than fighting me at every turn. I’ve lived lifetimes as the most irresistible being on the planet.

Only to meet my match.

With one.

Measly.

Human.

They say hells hot. They’re wrong.

Because Hope, my little human, is way hotter.

And before this is over–she may just singe me alive.

Kara's Review

5 Stars

Rachel Van Dyken can write anything. Anything. And, I’ll gladly read it all. The Dark Ones Saga is paranormal meets Eagle Elite. It has all the friendship, family, humor, loyalty, and sexiness we’ve grown to love from Rachel. I have to remind everyone that Alex has been my favorite from the start of the series. Alex is the sexy, funny, tortured siren. The last remaining siren. He loves being able to bend the wills of others. The be the most attractive thing around. He needs sex to survive and he enjoys the heck out of it. Until he has to take a mate. A human mate. Hope. There’s something about her, but he’s not sure what. He just knows he needs to take her as a mate for them all to survive. A crazy revelation sets off a dangerous turn of events for Alex and the others. Hope doesn’t understand what’s happening. She knows about the immortals, but she didn’t know this. She’s burning from the inside out and touching Alex is the only thing that alleviates the pleasure/pain. Alex has no problem servicing her physically, but there won’t be emotion. Or caring. Or love. Or will there? How long can Alex hang on before he either burns to death or gives into his feelings. Can Hope convince him to take a chance? I’ve been looking forward to Alex’s story for a long time and I wasn’t disappointed! It was everything I wanted it to be. Sexy, funny, mysterious, did I say sexy? Alex for the win!

 

“I can’t say your pretty. But I can say you’re dangerously beautiful, the type of beautiful that hits a person in layers over and over again until every sense is assaulted with everything – you. Pretty wouldn’t do a siren justice, now, would it?”

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To say I was pissed.

To say I was angry

To say I was intrigued.

I couldn’t decide which emotion was going to win out, which made her all the more exciting. Sirens, for the most part, kept their physical appearance at a five. On a scale of one to ten, a five meant that you were clearly above average but not to the point that a person would literally sell a kidney and spleen in order to sleep with you.

No, the selling of body parts came at six.

Seven meant they were willing to commit a crime and sell body parts.

Eight was when they neared the wailing stage. I typically called it bartering, where they asked what they could possibly do in order to gain just one taste, anything, anything at all!

Nine was a rarity. I was a nine when I was tired, when I wanted a piece of ass from someone hot, and I didn’t want to make a big fuss over it. But a nine was dangerous because showing myself at a nine made it easier to wipe the individuals’ memories. Meaning I was more than likely cursing them to a life where they would never settle down because they’d be stuck comparing me to some sad human male with a beer gut, and he’d always fall short.

Even the Toms fell short.

Tom Brady.

Tom Hardy.

You get the picture.

In my entire existence, I’ve pulled a nine maybe four times. And each time I felt regretful — after all the sex had never been worthy of ruining some pathetic human’s chance at love.

And tens?

Tens weren’t done. To become a ten in front of a human would be the equivalent of a human discovering the sweetest tasting sin, the most physical and emotional ecstasy known over and over again. Add that in with good looks that made women, men, plants, atoms — you get the picture — full-on weep, and it just wasn’t done.

Never.

In fact, some might say it was forbidden.

I’d never been tempted.

Until five minutes ago.

I was currently at an eight, flirting with a ten, and she’d finally succumbed enough to fall to her knees, but when she glanced up, she blinked a few times then stood. “Sorry, I don’t know what happened.”

The hell?

I did a double take, my eyes narrowing as she shuddered before me, but still, nothing. No weeping. No sudden burst of adoration.

Nine, here I come.

I exhaled as I allowed my hair to go pure gold and my eyes to turn a shade of amber that looked like a never-ending ring of fire around my blue iris. I released waves of energy that I could see pulsing from my body with each exhale, and I was aware that she was being assaulted with my scent, a mixture of rain, fresh air, and finally a deep sweet chocolate.

The most addicting scents known to mankind.

The most cleansing scents to a human.

Her eyes widened as she gulped and then squeezed them shut and covered her face with her hands, her knees knocked together as she swayed.

“Open your eyes, human!”

“I-I’d rather not,” she said in a weak voice.

“Now!” The walls of the room shook causing a shriek to explode between her lips, and suddenly she was moving towards me and launching her plump body into the air.

Directly onto mine.

Mine.

My body.

Without any other option, I braced myself for her impact. Not that she could physically harm me, it was more of a mental brace of, oh shit the woman might be plump, but she moved with the speed of a torpedo.

I caught her in my arms.

The shaking stopped.

Her hands clung to the front of my shirt, her breathing was unsteady, her body sweaty, hot, and curvy.

I appreciated all types of beauty.

Even hers.

I would have preferred a small mate, one that I could terrify into submission — one I had no risk of falling in love with.

Because a siren in love — was a dangerous thing.

And a part of me wondered if that was what Cassius had planned all along. In order for me to be at my strongest, I needed to be in love.

Something I’d never experienced in all of my years of living, screwing, and toying with males and females alike.

“What.” I gave her a menacing glare. “The hell, do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m scared of earthquakes,” she whispered, licking her lips repeatedly until I thought I was going to go mad with the motion of her tongue sliding across the pink of her mouth. “Terrified, actually.”

“This is Seattle.” I was still holding her, for reasons beyond my realm of understanding.

“They say the next earthquake is going to be really big and half of downtown is going to slide into the Puget Sound, so excuse me for being scared!”

“And you live downtown?”

“Well… no.” Her brown eyes focused in on mine.

“Then you must visit there often?”

“No.”

I sighed impatiently. “So your fears are completely unfounded and illogical. Simply stop fearing it.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“I tire of holding you, human.” The lie fell easy; in fact, I had forgotten I was holding her until she fidgeted in my arms like she was the offended party, when I was the one who had just been assaulted. “The only thing you need to fear is me.”

“Because you…” She sighed. “You’re going to sacrifice me?”

I tried to hold the laugh in.

But it was all too ridiculous.

“Yes.” I nodded seriously, my lips twitching with the urge to smile. “The process will be painless. I’ll tie your hands and feet to the bedposts — strip you naked, and then plunge an immortal sword into your heart. You’ll need to repeat the words ut animam meam and then once you drink my blood — if it accepts you, you will live.”

Her face paled as she struggled to get out of my arms.

And then I lost it, dropping her back to her feet, laughing so hard I felt my body shook with it.

“I don’t even remember the phrase!” Her wild eyes darted between me and the bed, clearly not catching on. Joke. It was a joke.

“Well,” I lifted a shoulder and shrugged. “Then I guess you die.”

“But—”

“Better do it quickly, less pain that way.”

“What about the plants?”

My smile froze. “Either you’re extremely simple minded or mentally ill. What the hell are you talking about?”

“The—” She tugged at her low ponytail. “The plants, you know, around the grounds. I take care of them and Cassius—” Her eyes lit up. “Cassius said I was getting a promotion, so sorry, but you can’t kill me.”

I grinned. “Okay.”

She frowned.

I was still confused how she was shielding herself from my essence, but already I was mentally drained from the energy it took to get her to worship me — instead I returned to my normal everyday state and held out my hand.

She stared at it.

“Take my hand.”

“No.” She swallowed. “I think I’ll just wait for Cassius.”

“He’s already mated.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not mating him.”

“No.” This, this was my favorite part, watching humans try to logically put together all of the pieces of the puzzle only to realize their brains were too small to comprehend the different parts they held, the angles, the colors, “You’re going to mate with me.”

I expected her to cry.

Maybe throw something.

Instead, she froze and then with a scream ran head first directly into my body sending me sailing backward against the marble floor.

I was caught unaware.

Meaning, I barely had time to stop myself before my head slammed back against the hard ground.

She tried to run toward the door.

“Cat and mouse.” I sighed from my position on the ground. “I always did like foreplay.”

She jerked against the doors with fervor, I’d give her that, but they wouldn’t budge.

Not until she was mine.

Not until the doors sensed my blood running through her veins.

“Why won’t it open?” Her voice was strangled as pieces of her hair fell out of its restraint and brushed against her shoulders. “You can’t keep me here forever.”

“I can.” I yawned. “I will.”

 

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

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Release Blitz & 5 Heart Review – Dollars, Pepper Winters

November 23, 2016 By

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“I should never have asked for a night with you. This would never have happened if I’d had more willpower.”

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A thief met a possession and did what he did best.

Now, he has to live with the consequences.

Including the girl he claimed.

Pimlico was stolen and sold all before her twenty-first birthday.

Two years with a master who almost killed her is over.

She has a new master now.

A master who demands everything, expects everything, and requires ultimate access to her mind.

Elder broke countless rules when he took the girl who wasn’t his.

She confuses and bewitches him, but his fascination won’t save her from his desires.

He wants to know her.

She wants to forget.

Together…they’re doomed.

Sandra's Review

5 Stars

Dollars is the second book in the Dollar series. You must read Pennies before you read this to fully understand the strength of the main character Pimlico. She is one of the strongest heroines I have ever met in the reading world. She was a slave for two years to a horrific master until she was stolen. Is Elder her savior or another Master for her to obey?
Elder and Pimlico are both lost and confused. Damaged but not broken. Elder sees strength in Pim, it’s what made him want to steal her. She intrigues him. Infuriates him. He doesn’t want to lose control but she pushes and pushes without even speaking a single word. He wants her. Not only for her body but her mind. He wants to know her. He doesn’t know how to do this. He doesn’t want her to look at him like she did with Master A. He may be a monster but he isn’t like him. He is afraid the only way for Pim to open up is to show her his truth. But is he willing to do that to get what he wants? He doesn’t even know if he wants to keep her after she is healed. But what scares him. most is, what if he does? 
Pimlico doesn’t know if she should curse him or thank him for stealing her. Did she leave a Master she knew what to expect with to go with another that could be even worse? She felt something for Elder during their one kiss but was it him or was it because it wasn’t Master A? She’s lost, confused, overwhelmed, and feeling more vulnerable than ever. He says he wants her voice but will she ever believe that he deserves it? She has kept it even from herself for two years. And what will happen after he gets what he demands? Will he sell her to the highest bidder or throw her away at sea? The other option is to keep her for himself or give her freedom. He is so hot and cold, she has no idea what is going on from one moment to another. 
I was hooked from the first page to the very last sentence. I am so happy that Pepper didn’t make us wait long for this book. Pennies was definitely a darker read. It showed the strength of Pim and in Dollars, you will see it even more but in a lighter form. She is trying to find herself with Elder pushing her at every turn. I wasn’t so sure about Elder in Pennies but he got to me in this book. He has his own secrets, desires, and strength. He matches Pim’s stubbornness. I thought it was amazing that Pepper could write a book where there is really only one-sided communication between the characters. 
Overall…it was amazing! The characters are damaged but not broken. They way they communicate is both beautiful and frustrating. It’s all part of their journey and what a unique one it is! I can’t wait for the next book. 
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I’m sorry for what I’m about to do to you, Pim. 
But you’re mine now.

“Forget the past and only remember this.”
“Now you know the rules. Let’s begin.”

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Hundreds (Book Three)

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Thousands (Book Four)

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Millions (Book Five)

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