Willful and self-entitled, Auggie Langford has enjoyed privilege all her life. The daughter of a wealthy equine family in Kentucky, her life is ideal. Except for her bitch of a mother. And the man who makes her insides twist.
Bent on embarrassing his father, Worthington LaViere, III uses his position as a highly respected psychologist to delve into the secrets he wants to explore. Especially the old money of the Bluegrass set. And Auggie. The green-eyed temptress he’s unable to strike from his thoughts.
Auggie and Worth. Pure and corrupt. Love and hate.
It’s the beginning of a dynasty built on a legacy of greed, selfishness and pure wickedness. Just remember, anything built on a foundation of lies can topple at any moment.
Alice Ward
Alice Ward is the author of the New Adult series, RECKLESS.
Reading and Writing romance is her passion and she writes with her true heart.
Living in Miami, the beach is her favorite place to relax with her laptop and write her next spicy romance.
However, when she is not reading or writing romance, she also enjoys being with her beautiful family.
Jessica Blake
Jessica Blake is the author of the hot alpha billionaire romance series, The Billionaire Prisoner, along with her friend Alice Ward.
Since she was a young college girl reading and writing romance was what she loved the most and she enjoys entertaining her fans through her books.
Living in Miami, she likes to sit by the pool with her laptop and write her next hot romance.
However, when she is not reading or writing romance, she also enjoys being with her beautiful family.
Title: First Crush
Series: Dark Falkon #1
Author: J. O Mantel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29, 2016
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Friendship...
One simple word, yet so incredibly complicated. Well, that's how it feels for Jake Cooper.
Living with his best friend, Sienna Forrester, he's used to having a woman around, twenty-four, seven.
So why is he wanting to pull his hair out?
Lukas Dark, the lead singer and guitarist of Dark Falkon, that’s why. Sienna is obsessed with him, and it's driving Jake to seven kinds of jealousy that's getting harder to hide.
For as long as Jake can remember, it's been Lukas this and Lukas that, and oh my God if I could only meet Lukas--and now, thanks to winning a contest, she will.
Jake's out of time. He needs to find a way to make her see the truth. That it's him, not Lukas. Jake is the hero she's in love with and always has been.
One simple word, yet so incredibly complicated. Well, that's how it feels for Jake Cooper.
Living with his best friend, Sienna Forrester, he's used to having a woman around, twenty-four, seven.
So why is he wanting to pull his hair out?
Lukas Dark, the lead singer and guitarist of Dark Falkon, that’s why. Sienna is obsessed with him, and it's driving Jake to seven kinds of jealousy that's getting harder to hide.
For as long as Jake can remember, it's been Lukas this and Lukas that, and oh my God if I could only meet Lukas--and now, thanks to winning a contest, she will.
Jake's out of time. He needs to find a way to make her see the truth. That it's him, not Lukas. Jake is the hero she's in love with and always has been.
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“Shhh!” she placed her finger over his lips before kissing him passionately. She pushed him down and slowly made her way down his chest again until her lips were inches away from his crotch. She moved aside and slid down his pants, his black underwear covering his bulge, she threw his pants on the floor and slowly started caressing his cock through the material.
“Can I see what’s inside?” she teased.
“Be my guest,” Dick replied, his voice a whisper.
She removed his underwear, and his cock sprung to life, she wrapped her hands around it, gently massaging the huge shaft. She was staring at eight inches, at least. She slowly stood up and removed her jeans and panties, exposing her unshaven pussy. Her tits sagged as she removed her bra, throwing it onto the floor with the rest of their clothing. Now that they were both fully naked and as nervous as she was, Ivy knew that the timing was perfect.”
“Can I see what’s inside?” she teased.
“Be my guest,” Dick replied, his voice a whisper.
She removed his underwear, and his cock sprung to life, she wrapped her hands around it, gently massaging the huge shaft. She was staring at eight inches, at least. She slowly stood up and removed her jeans and panties, exposing her unshaven pussy. Her tits sagged as she removed her bra, throwing it onto the floor with the rest of their clothing. Now that they were both fully naked and as nervous as she was, Ivy knew that the timing was perfect.”
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Title: Yanked
Series: the YANK effect #1
Author: Serena Akeroyd
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2016
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Noah Lincoln's no ordinary tycoon.
Sure, he's rich, and yes, he can date the hottest models, and a helicopter? Yeah, he has one of those too. Move over, Grey. But, what he doesn't have, is Tara.
She of the curves, the brains, and the viper's tongue with a wicked British accent that gets him hotter than Hades in high summer.
Tara's not his usual type, and that's what's driving him nuts. Until he gets her out of his system, he knows she'll be that one itch he desperately needs to scratch.
The only problem?
She's his employee. Noah doesn't date employees. Or at least, he didn't.
Sure, he's rich, and yes, he can date the hottest models, and a helicopter? Yeah, he has one of those too. Move over, Grey. But, what he doesn't have, is Tara.
She of the curves, the brains, and the viper's tongue with a wicked British accent that gets him hotter than Hades in high summer.
Tara's not his usual type, and that's what's driving him nuts. Until he gets her out of his system, he knows she'll be that one itch he desperately needs to scratch.
The only problem?
She's his employee. Noah doesn't date employees. Or at least, he didn't.
For Tara, he'll make an exception, but will she appreciate being yanked out of her world and into his?
That's if he can convince her to date him at all. Because all things considered, she's not entirely head over heels for this rich and sexy Yank. Noah will have to pull out all the stops just to get her into his bed, but in the end, will the bedroom be the only place he wants her? Or will Tara worm her way into his heart…?
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“What did you mean to happen?” he asked, cocking a brow at her.
She blew out a breath. “I don't know. I just wanted to know what we were doing tonight, really. I never intended...” She swallowed. “Sorry.”
The repeated apology had him frowning down at her. “Why? Why are you sorry? You don't have to be.”
“Because...” She jerked her hips a little, reminding him—like he needed the reminder—of his hard-on.
Had it been any other woman, he'd have been suggestive. Encouraging. Teasing. Instead, he shrugged off his need like he'd never done before in his life and murmured, “There's always later.”
She bit her lip, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching forward to press his mouth to hers. He tugged at the tender morsel with his own teeth, nibbling down gently before murmuring, “Only I can bite your lip now,” he whispered, his voice rough with the hunger ricocheting through his system.
A tremor worked through her and she sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I've never come like that before. Not...not with...”
He could have preened, because hell, it did inflate his ego to hear that, but instead, he told her, “You would have to be blind not to feel the chemistry between us, Tara. I always knew we'd be combustible together.”
She blinked. “You knew?”
“I did.”
“How?”
Noah gritted his jaw. “When I saw you with that schmuck of a boyfriend at the office party at Christmas and Easter. He had his hands on you for some of the slow dances and I wanted to tear him a new one.”
“T-This chemistry, it's more than I've ever felt before. I won't lie about that, but I still don't want anything serious, Noah.”
He sighed at her worried voice. “And I'm not offering anything serious, Tara. I'm just saying it how it is. These things, they burn brightly but who knows for how long. I don't want to waste it. I want to feel the burn, and I want to know you do.”
“I want to feel it too.”
“And you will. If you respond like that later, it's going to scorch us.”
She flushed. “You talk about it so easily.”
“So do you, normally.” He tilted his head to the side. “You spoke about it before like it was nothing.”
“That was before I climaxed on your lap in your office.”
He shrugged that off. “You should take that for what it is: a gift.”
“Oh Christ, don't start getting a big head,” she retorted, and he was pleased to hear his Tara coming back to him.
Her shyness had been a surprise, a pleasant one, but this was the woman he knew and craved. This was the firecracker he'd known would raze his world to the ground.
“I think I deserve one.”
“I'll let it grow a couple of inches, and that's about it.”
“I know something that's growing a few inches.”
“How disappointing,” she teased. “I was hoping for a bit more than a few.”
He growled at her. “I'll show you later.”
“Please do.” Laughter poured from her as she chuckled at his expense then climbed off his lap with a caution that made him groan and her bite her lip again. “Sorry.”
“Stop saying that,” he gritted out. “It will go down in a minute.”
He hoped so. Hell, it was only eleven AM. That was a hell of a lot of time to kill before he'd see her again tonight and hopefully, get inside the heat that had been calling him for months.
Tara stared at him a second, then whispered, “If I didn't have a busy morning, I would...”
When she broke off, he asked, “What? You'd what?”
Her jaw clenched, turning from that faint shade of rose to a tense white. “You know what I'd do.”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Tell me,” he taunted, but he was taunting himself. He fisted the ends of the armrest, clenching down on them instead of doing what he wanted to: reach for her and drag her back onto his lap.
“I'd let you bend me over the desk to take me here and now.” Her words were a challenge. They were thrown down like the offer of a duel. And maybe it was that. They were both dominant, both used to dominating their environs. Neither one was eager to let their guards down, and Noah knew that when they finally did sleep together, it would create a connection, some intimacy that try though she might, she'd never be able to hide from.
He accepted the gauntlet she threw at his feet, and in a tone of voice that sounded like silk sliding over gravel, bit off, “That will have to be for another day, won't it?”
Her eyelids were heavy, slumberous, and the shamrock green of her eyes sparked and glinted at his suggestion. He could sense the spike in her arousal and was burned by it.
Just as he did, she clenched her fists. “Is that a promise, Noah?”
“It is.”
“And do you keep your promises?”
“I do.”
She blew out a breath. “I don't know. I just wanted to know what we were doing tonight, really. I never intended...” She swallowed. “Sorry.”
The repeated apology had him frowning down at her. “Why? Why are you sorry? You don't have to be.”
“Because...” She jerked her hips a little, reminding him—like he needed the reminder—of his hard-on.
Had it been any other woman, he'd have been suggestive. Encouraging. Teasing. Instead, he shrugged off his need like he'd never done before in his life and murmured, “There's always later.”
She bit her lip, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching forward to press his mouth to hers. He tugged at the tender morsel with his own teeth, nibbling down gently before murmuring, “Only I can bite your lip now,” he whispered, his voice rough with the hunger ricocheting through his system.
A tremor worked through her and she sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I've never come like that before. Not...not with...”
He could have preened, because hell, it did inflate his ego to hear that, but instead, he told her, “You would have to be blind not to feel the chemistry between us, Tara. I always knew we'd be combustible together.”
She blinked. “You knew?”
“I did.”
“How?”
Noah gritted his jaw. “When I saw you with that schmuck of a boyfriend at the office party at Christmas and Easter. He had his hands on you for some of the slow dances and I wanted to tear him a new one.”
“T-This chemistry, it's more than I've ever felt before. I won't lie about that, but I still don't want anything serious, Noah.”
He sighed at her worried voice. “And I'm not offering anything serious, Tara. I'm just saying it how it is. These things, they burn brightly but who knows for how long. I don't want to waste it. I want to feel the burn, and I want to know you do.”
“I want to feel it too.”
“And you will. If you respond like that later, it's going to scorch us.”
She flushed. “You talk about it so easily.”
“So do you, normally.” He tilted his head to the side. “You spoke about it before like it was nothing.”
“That was before I climaxed on your lap in your office.”
He shrugged that off. “You should take that for what it is: a gift.”
“Oh Christ, don't start getting a big head,” she retorted, and he was pleased to hear his Tara coming back to him.
Her shyness had been a surprise, a pleasant one, but this was the woman he knew and craved. This was the firecracker he'd known would raze his world to the ground.
“I think I deserve one.”
“I'll let it grow a couple of inches, and that's about it.”
“I know something that's growing a few inches.”
“How disappointing,” she teased. “I was hoping for a bit more than a few.”
He growled at her. “I'll show you later.”
“Please do.” Laughter poured from her as she chuckled at his expense then climbed off his lap with a caution that made him groan and her bite her lip again. “Sorry.”
“Stop saying that,” he gritted out. “It will go down in a minute.”
He hoped so. Hell, it was only eleven AM. That was a hell of a lot of time to kill before he'd see her again tonight and hopefully, get inside the heat that had been calling him for months.
Tara stared at him a second, then whispered, “If I didn't have a busy morning, I would...”
When she broke off, he asked, “What? You'd what?”
Her jaw clenched, turning from that faint shade of rose to a tense white. “You know what I'd do.”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Tell me,” he taunted, but he was taunting himself. He fisted the ends of the armrest, clenching down on them instead of doing what he wanted to: reach for her and drag her back onto his lap.
“I'd let you bend me over the desk to take me here and now.” Her words were a challenge. They were thrown down like the offer of a duel. And maybe it was that. They were both dominant, both used to dominating their environs. Neither one was eager to let their guards down, and Noah knew that when they finally did sleep together, it would create a connection, some intimacy that try though she might, she'd never be able to hide from.
He accepted the gauntlet she threw at his feet, and in a tone of voice that sounded like silk sliding over gravel, bit off, “That will have to be for another day, won't it?”
Her eyelids were heavy, slumberous, and the shamrock green of her eyes sparked and glinted at his suggestion. He could sense the spike in her arousal and was burned by it.
Just as he did, she clenched her fists. “Is that a promise, Noah?”
“It is.”
“And do you keep your promises?”
“I do.”
Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!
A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?
Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!
A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?
Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!
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Title: Cherishing You
Author: JoRae Andrews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2016
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Four years. That's how long it's been since I've been home. I've avoided home, avoided him since that day.
The day that I lost my best friend, and the love of my life. Not that he knows that part, how do you tell your best friend that you love them? I've been avoiding my home town, my family just so I wouldn't risk the chance of running into him.
Four years ago, she ran off and took my heart with her. She's finally coming home and this time I refuse to let her leave without knowing how I feel. I've waited for her and now it's time to show her what she means to me.
Four years ago, she ran off and took my heart with her. She's finally coming home and this time I refuse to let her leave without knowing how I feel. I've waited for her and now it's time to show her what she means to me.
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