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Meant to Be by Jessica James Book Blitz &-Rafflecopter giveaway 6/18/15

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Book Title: Meant To Be
Author: Jessica James
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 6, 2015
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It started as a chance encounter on the beach, and ended 24 hours later when they parted to go their separate ways.

Or so they thought.

Actually it was just the beginning.

WHEN LAUREN CANTRELL said goodbye to the guy she had just met, she had no way of knowing their paths would ever cross again. But fate had another unexpected meeting in store for them—this time in a place where danger was part of the culture and the stakes were life and death.

THE LAST PERSON in the world Rad expected to see at a special ops briefing in Afghanistan is the girl he met at the beach two weeks earlier—the one he can’t stop thinking about.

From the sundrenched beaches of Ocean City, Md., to the snowcapped mountains of Afghanistan, this thrilling tale of espionage and intrigue takes readers on a spellbinding journey into the secret lives of our nation’s quiet heroes—and answers the question:

What do you do when the person you most want to protect is the one risking everything to make sure you survive?

MEANT TO BE recounts the dedication of our military, the honor and sacrifice of our soldiers, and a relationship that is tested and sustained by the powerful forces of love, courage and resolve.

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When she felt a shadow pass over her, Lauren instinctively tensed as if sensing someone was near. But before she opened her eyes, she remembered where was. Relax. You’re at the beach. It’s just a cloud blocking the sun.

“Are you okay?”

Realizing her first instinct had been correct, Lauren jerked her head up and squinted.

The owner of the voice stood directly beside the rising sun, making it difficult to see. After blinking a moment at the brightness, she recognized the jogger who had retrieved her hat.

“Sorry,” he said. “Just checking to make sure you’re okay.”

Lauren stared into his mesmerizing eyes as she tried to calm her pounding heart. She couldn’t believe she had let her guard down like that. There was no excuse for being careless, even on a quiet beach.

“I’m… just thinking. You know… about … stuff.” She groaned inwardly at her inability to make a sensible statement or even put a cohesive sentence together.

The man, apparently on his way back from his jog, sprawled out on the sand beside her, still breathing heavily. “Oh, well, it gives me a reason to take a breather anyway.”

A little startled by his boldness, Lauren glanced over at him and decided he was probably in his mid-30s—slightly older than she.

“You find something worth keeping this morning?”

Lauren cocked her head, unsure of his meaning as she dug her sunglasses out of her sweatshirt pocket so she could stop squinting.

“In the water.” He nodded toward the shoreline. “Before you lost your hat.”

“Oh, yeah.” She patted the pocket. “A nice shell. Got it right here.”

She didn’t elaborate. Her mind was racing. So much for her situational awareness skills—being cognizant of one’s surroundings at all times. Not only had she let down her guard in a big way, but she was sitting beside someone who apparently had not. He’d been aware of what she was doing on the beach before she even knew he existed.

A flicker of apprehension coursed through her, but the reason was more complex, or at least more confusing, than this stranger’s attentiveness to his surroundings—and her lack of it. Lauren could not understand why her heart throbbed with so much force she could feel it in her throat, a circumstance she found both ridiculous and frightening—and therefore bewildering. Conversing with complete strangers as part of her job, even heads of state and military officers, had never been a problem. Yet making small talk with an incredibly attractive man on a social level was suddenly beyond her control.

The jogger didn’t seem to notice—or care—about her discomfort. “You come here a lot?” He tilted his head and stared at her, waiting for a response.

Lauren shrugged to show outward calm, but the trickle of trepidation creeping up her spine began turning into a wave of anxiety. Is this guy trying to make polite conversation or pick me up? She was so unaccustomed to being in a civilized society, she didn’t know if she should be thrilled or scared to death.

“Sometimes,” is all she said.

The man smiled and held out his hand, ignoring her intentionally vague statement. “My friends call me Rad.”

Lauren stared at the hand, then into his gray eyes—now more blue—and finally extended her hand. “Lauren.”

Trying not to appear startled at the strength of his grip, Lauren studied him a moment once he’d released her hand. His smile appeared playful, yet she had the feeling he didn’t really use it that often. He seemed like a very serious guy, trying to act casual. Her usually—suspicious nature began to ramp up as she continued to analyze him. This just didn’t make sense. Why would such a good-looking guy be paying attention to her?

For a moment they both sat silently, engrossed in watching a sailboat float across the water toward the orange fan of color created by the sun. Once the craft had glided over the glassy-hued reflection and returned to the dark mass of water beside it, Rad picked up the conversation again.

“Now that we’re no longer strangers, maybe you can tell me how long you’re staying.” He leaned back on his elbows and crossed his legs as if chatting with an old friend.

Lauren’s heart thumped again. “I leave tomorrow morning. Just came for some quick R&R.”

He sat back up and put his arms over his knees, sighing heavily. “Yeah, me too, actually.”

Lauren felt a sense of relief, swiftly followed by a wave of disappointment. The dueling sentiments surprised her, but she didn’t have time to question them.

“Since time is so short, maybe we can get together later this morning… you know, for coffee or something.” He did not say the words tentatively as if testing the idea, but rather seemed to imply that such an arrangement was the only possible remedy to their predicament.

Flattered by the invitation, but still leery of his intent, Lauren almost laughed out loud. Good looking as he was, she had no intention of having a one-night-stand with the man—or ever seeing him again for that matter. She had responsibilities—big ones—and a job that pretty much prevented her from even considering the idea. Tomorrow she would be on a plane to the other side of the world, with no plans for returning to the United States in the near future. What would be the point of getting involved with someone?

Lauren tried to act casual when she finally answered, but his cool stare when she lifted her gaze unnerved her. “N-n-o,” she stuttered. “Sorry. I have plans.” She tilted her head down to look at him over the top of her sun glasses and felt like he had read every thought with his searching eyes.

“You’re not a very trusting person, are you?”

“Should I be?”

He stood and brushed off his sweatpants. “I guess not. You’ll probably live longer that way.”

He bent down and shook her hand again. “Nice to meet you, Lauren. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Lauren nodded and watched him jog away. She put her head back down into her knees and chastised herself. What are you afraid of, Lauren? Maybe he was just trying to be nice. Not everyone is the enemy for heaven’s sake.

When she raised her head, she almost expected him to be standing beside her again and was disappointed when he was not. She lay back and stared at the sky, forcing herself to think of something else. But try as she might to delete the last hour from her mind, her thoughts kept drifting back to him.

He was a tall man. She liked that. Physically imposing, strong, masculine. She liked that too—almost as much as the way he grinned from one side of his mouth and the way his eyes seemed to sparkle. In fact, if she had a list of things she wanted in a man, she could pretty much look at that guy named Rad and check them off.

Lauren sat back up, put her chin on her knees, and stared out at the water. But she didn’t have a “man list.” She didn’t have time for things like that. Not with where she was going and what she would be doing.

She laughed to herself. What did it matter, anyway? He was gone now. She turned her head and scanned the empty beach. Yep. Definitely gone. And once the beach got crowded, there was no way she’d run into him again. In another hour or two every vacant foot of the beach would be filled with umbrellas, chairs, blankets, and people.

Lauren stood and dusted the sand off her pants, her mind preoccupied with a single regret. If things were different, she would have acted differently. She wished she could have told him that.

Meet the Author

Jessica James is an award-winning author of military fiction and non-fiction ranging from the Revolutionary War to modern day. She is the only two-time winner of the John Esten Cooke Award for Southern Fiction, and was featured in the book 50 Authors You Should Be Reading, published in 2010.

Her novels have been used in schools to teach visualization techniques and are available in more than one hundred libraries including Harvard and the U.S. Naval Academy.

James resides in Gettysburg, Pa., where she works part-time as a stagehand to combat the sedentary life of an author.

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My Stranger by Lola White Blog Tour 6/18/15

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Is pleasure addictive? If one person lines up perfectly with all your deepest desires, all your kinkiest kinks, would you choose him, in spite of how bad he might be?

My Stranger is about a woman who is sucked into the orbit of a Bad Boy Alpha Male, but like all bad boys, there is a deep, dark streak of the romantic in him. But her stranger wields a darkness that goes beyond normal behavior. Confidence hints at aggression, intelligence turns to manipulation, care is hidden within control, and persistence slides into obsession.

And like all of us who fall for the bad boys, AJ can’t help but wonder if she’s the woman who will save him from himself, if she’s the woman who can inspire a change in his behavior.

“You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever known.” His rusty voice turned downright corroded. “Maybe you can’t be soiled. Maybe your light can’t be dimmed. Maybe you would have been my fucking salvation, if you weren’t trying so goddamned hard to keep your distance.”

Would you fall for that line? There’s no shame if your answer is yes. Lots of us have fallen for lines like that. It’s that damned romantic streak, reeling us in, tying us in knots. The possibility of winning the ultimate prize, dangling before us like a fat, juicy carrot.

AJ’s girlfriend wants her to have one last fling with a man to get it all out of her system before they take their relationship to the next level. So when AJ feels a man’s strong arms wrap around her in the dark, and hears her girlfriend’s pet name for her fall from his lips, she willingly submits to her stranger—and only finds out how dangerous he is after it’s too late to stop her addiction to the pleasure he gives her.

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A dark erotic tale of lust and lies, and a truth more dangerous than the ecstasy she discovers in her stranger’s bed.

My girlfriend wanted me to have one last fling with a man before we took our relationship to the next level. When my stranger stole me away and gave me pleasure beyond anything I’d ever known, I thought it was all her idea. But my stranger wasn’t what I thought he was.

AJ isn’t ashamed to admit she’s a lover of many things—men, women and various combinations thereof. She’s a free spirit with a rough past that left her with a need to be taken care of, in spite of her trust issues. For the first time in her life, AJ is ready to commit to one person, but her girlfriend isn’t certain that AJ can be faithful and suggests one last fling to make sure she’s ready for a future together.

When AJ feels a man’s strong arms wrap around her in the dark, and hears her girlfriend’s pet name for her fall from his lips, she willingly submits to her stranger—and only finds out how dangerous he is after it’s too late to stop her addiction to the pleasure he gives her.

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The lights in my apartment were off. I flicked the switch, toggled it a bit the way people do when they think willpower alone can bring their dead bulbs back to life, but no dice. If I had known, I’d have picked some up while I was at the grocery store. Or, at the very least, I’d have come home before the sunset so I didn’t have to search for replacement bulbs by the weak light of the streetlamp outside.
I was on my tip-toes reaching for the back of the top shelf in my bedroom closet, pretty certain I had a box of twenty watts up there somewhere. Not ideal, but it would do until the morning. I didn’t hear a damned thing.
Massive arms wrapped around my rib cage. A big, hot body pressed against my back.
I jerked, but I couldn’t scream as a massive hand covered my mouth and held my surprise inside. My heart stuttered then pumped harder, my spine prepared itself for a struggle.
Then, “Shh, Ashley Jeanine, I won’t hurt you. Be calm.”
A smooth jaw swept over my temple as the unfamiliar voice—a rusty, deep voice—rolled over my ears. Was I calm? Not remotely, but the name the intruder used impinged on my senses and made me hesitate long enough that he removed his hand from my mouth.
“Did Sam set this up?”
“This has been in the works for a long time, beautiful.” Cloth slithered over my face and cinched tight around my eyes. “A real long time.”
Reflex had me trying to put my hands to the blindfold, but he caught my arms and pulled my wrists together behind my back. He was close enough for his body’s heat to cover me like a blanket. I held my breath and took stock of the situation, unsure whether or not to be mad at Sam.
The guy was big, brawny, and I wondered if he was another bounty hunter, a colleague of hers, though I wouldn’t have thought she’d set this up with someone she knew. Unless she trusted him a lot. His smooth-shaven jaw was soft against my cheek as he leaned over my shoulder and dragged his nose over my skin. I could hear him breathing me in. His hands found my hips and kneaded, and I relaxed without realizing.
Sam would get an earful later, but I could appreciate the scenario she set up. I had to admit it was hot. Maybe it was wrong of me, but a flash of excitement took hold of all the nerves below my waist. Here I was, in the dark and vulnerable while a big man, a stranger, tied me up and blindfolded me, his raspy voice stroking both my senses and my imagination.
Sam knew how much I liked to be tied up and I knew how uncomfortable it was for her to do it. It didn’t surprise me that she’d found someone who could, and since he’d used Sam’s pet name for me, all I had to do was relax and enjoy. I hadn’t thought to go through with her fling idea, but I was here, he was here, and my body was growing softer by the second.
He flicked the buttons of my jeans and they sagged open enough to let his hand slide in. Dude wasn’t wasting any time, so I shifted my stance and leaned back against his big chest. With my eyes covered, my sense of touch was enhanced, and I tracked his firm slide south with straining nerves and unwavering concentration.
His fingertip was hot against me. Striking sparks, he circled my clit with just that one, avoiding full contact and making me suck in an expectant breath. Over and around until my nerves were blazing, silently pleading. I arched lightly, pressing my shoulders back against the wall of his muscle, but I didn’t beg.
Hell, no, I didn’t beg.
I would have said he was teasing if his breathing wasn’t so ragged and his touch wasn’t so rough. His wrist shook against my lower belly and his pinky finger jerked rhythmically high against my right thigh. Sam must have set this up a long time ago if this guy was so ready for it. Or maybe he liked the idea of tying a girl up in the darkness of her own home, standing behind her and getting her off with just a single finger.
I’m not ashamed to say that’s exactly what he was doing, either. I started rolling my hips as he traced my slit, up and down, over and over, harder and harder with each pass. Tingles were taking over and my clit swelled—I could feel it and I liked it, the sense of anticipation that built a mental pressure just as much as a physical one.
He found some magic spot just to the right of my clit and stroked in such a way my hips bucked sideways. He growled in my ear and I figured he’d liked it as much as I did. Then his hot palm covered the whole upper half of my mound as his finger tracked back down, and thrust into my pussy.
His dark chuckle invaded my ear. The slow glide was frustrating and I had an immediate flashback to Sam on our last night in the ski lodge, using her fingers and nothing else, even knowing I needed more.
“There’s time, beautiful.” Again his nose dragged over my cheek. “But I’m going to wind you up, give you just enough pleasure that you can’t sit still. You’ll scream and beg and cry for more. And then I’ll fill your cunt with the biggest cock you’ve ever had.”
They all said that same thing, I swear to God. But there was something about this big stranger at my back that had me wondering, hoping, anticipating. His finger was thrusting in and out and providing just enough sensation against the ring of muscle at my entrance that my lust was leaping forward. A gentle tingle, a need for more and my pussy was soft and clenching and trying to suck his knuckles deeper.
“I never beg,” I told him breathlessly.
“You will.”

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A Man of Honor by Ethan Radcliff Release Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway 6/18/15

Title: A Man of Honor

Author: Ethan Radcliff

Release Date: June 18, 2015

Published by: Bitten Press, LLC

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Meet Dominic Esposito, US Marshall, profiler and a hard as nails sort of guy with dark disturbing tastes. He tracks down the deadliest escaped criminals. He’s man of honor devoted and to his job, upholding the law at all costs.
Pretty redheaded Shauna Maloney, a high profile fashion model is being stalked. But her stalker is an escaped madman. She’s worth millions and her life is at stake. She’s not one of Esposito’s favorite people, she represents everything he holds unholy, overindulgences, wealth and fame.
They say hate is the closest emotion to love. Will the fiery redhead win over the U.S. Marshal and submit to his darkest desires? Or will her deep sexual cravings surprise even him.

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” I suppose you’re going to turn me over your knee and spank me?” He could see the fire in her eyes and he was aware that her statement was a challenge.
“Are you putting ideas in my head?” he said running his hand down her slender throat to the top of her full breast. “Stop trying to get involved in the case I’m working on. I told you this case is definitely off limits. You never listen.”
“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I could be of some help to you?”
“Do you want to help me?” His voice was low and sadistic. One of his hands cupped her breast, she gasped. His thumb rubbed the nipple though the flimsy bra she wore. “You know what I like,” he said moving his body in on hers. “You’re fine Shauna, the best piece of ass I’ve ever had, but this relationship has boundaries and that boundary is my job. Do you understand?”
“Fuck you, Esposito,” she whispered.
He was fast and strong. She was over his knees in record time. One hand held her down and the other tore at her panties. Before she could protest, his large strong hand came down on the cheeks of her ass. Whack!
“Ouch! I was kidding you bastard!” she screamed.
“I’m not,” he said as he grinned and felt the blood rush down to the base of his cock. “In fact I’m rather enjoying this.” His hand came down hard again.
“Ouch!” she screamed again. “Stop, Dominic stop.”
“First tell me you’re going to stay out of my business. You knew I was a U.S. Marshal when we met. I read you the riot act. Yet you defy me at every turn.”
He ran his other hand over the red marks on her cheeks. She moaned. His fingers massaged her gently and then found the crevice to her pussy. She moaned again.
“Oh, shit Dominic, oh shit,” she said as two of his finger entered her. She raised her ass and his fingers pushed into her deeper. He bent his head and kissed the red marks his hands had left. She spread her legs.mohteaser4

 

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Ethan Radcliff has been writing stories since he was a kid. He loves creating and tried his hand at art, but felt he wasn’t good enough. Through high school he wrote erotic stories,
kept them in a notebook and let a few of his girlfriends read them. He then began writing poetry, which he kept to himself, because most of his poems were based on erotica. His brain never stopped. He became serious about writing erotic romance stories a few years ago and wondered how hard it would be to break through the barrier as a male erotic romance writer.
He delved into the world of BDSM and took a personal journey through the lifestyle, which aided in his writing.
He’d been a face book user for years. He never saw anything interesting until he began to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance began to crop up. He watched and then began to post a few poems here and there. The response was good and then better. He was being noticed.
He can see a picture and write a poem. He can see an attractive women and conger up a sexy scenario. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts can get him going. His mind is always is on an attractive face or body.
His thanks go out to Bitten Press LLC and the two lovely women who run it, for goading him on, telling him to go for it and he did.
His first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? All he can answer is, perhaps. The next short story is The Wait, Britt’s undoing. There will be more. He has a paranormal erotic romance series, Desires of Blood which at the moment is six books strong. Stay tuned for some historical, contemporary and fantasy erotica from him. Yes, and he will continue with some great stories including some BDSM adventures. He has one book of erotic poetry published; it has been an amazing success.
Follow Ethan Radcliff as he continues to entertain you. He can write any genre and intends to broaden his scope as an author in 2015.
His thanks go out to all his readers. Without them he’d be still be writing notes in his composition notebook, waiting for that right moment. You made it happen for him.

 

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MARRIED IN MONTANA by Kirsten Osbourne Book Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway 6/18/15

Married in Montana
by Kirsten Osbourne
Series: At the Altar, #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Cover Designer: Erin Dameron-Hill
Release Date: April 16, 2015

Savannah is tired of the dating scene, even though she wants to get married and have a family. She knows her mother will never move on with her own life as long as Savannah is single. Savannah goes to see a matchmaker, specializing in setting up couples who meet at the altar. At first, she thinks Scott is a dream come true, but his blundering soon makes her crazy.

Scott, a Montana bison rancher, doesn’t have time to find a wife. His work is all-encompassing. Besides, he tends to have a hard time getting women to go out with him more than once. When he runs into a matchmaker he’s known all his life, he tells her about the problems he’s had to see if she can help him. When he meets Savannah at the altar, his heart stops for a moment. She’s exactly what he’s looking for. Will their diverse backgrounds keep them apart? Or will they be able to work through their differences to make their marriage a loving relationship?

She looked at her husband. “A week?”

“On one condition,” he said, not liking the idea of waiting but not willing to start their marriage on the wrong foot by insisting on his marital rights.

“What’s that?”

“I get to try to convince you otherwise.”

She smiled. “So you’re going to constantly be asking me for sex?”

He grinned. “Oh, I’ll be a little more subtle than that.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the palm, his tongue sneaking out to touch her skin.

“I see.” She nodded. “That’s fair. I think it’s a perfect compromise.”

“So do I,” he told her. “It sounds very fair to me.”

“Is there a spare room I can use until our week is up?”

He frowned at that. He would have an easier time convincing her if they were sharing a bed, but he could see where that would give him an unfair advantage in their little game. “Yes, you can have any of the spare rooms you’d like.”

“Thank you,” she said simply. She felt like she was being a bad wife even asking, but she knew she’d feel like she was being a bad person if she jumped into bed with a total stranger the day she met him, even if he was her husband. “Tell me about the ranch.”

He took the change of subject in stride, talking about the huge spread and the men who worked for him. “I have a foreman, but I’m out there sweating and working every day right along with my men.” He eyed her. “Do you ride?”

She shook her head. “No. I wanted to when I was a girl, but after my father died, we just didn’t have the money for any extras. Mom worked, but it wasn’t the same as both of them working.”

She heard a buzzing from her purse, and opened it, taking out her phone. “My mother’s texting me.” She handed him the phone so he could read the message for himself.

Scott laughed, reading the message aloud. “‘Has he killed you yet? If he has, please don’t answer this. If not, please give me a call so I know you’re all right.’ I think you should call her.”

USA Today Bestselling author, Kirsten Osbourne, has always known she would eventually be a writer.
She penned her first book in a spiral notebook when she was ten and has been writing ever since. As Kirsten she writes both historical and contemporary romance, with a humorous flair. As Morganna Mayfair, she ventures into the realm of paranormal historical romance. Kirsten lives in Texas with her husband of over fifteen years, their son, and a crazed mutt. She invites you to join her in her world of fantasy and make believe where there is always a happily ever after at the end.