Taming Beastie
Sedona Venez
Publication date: May 3rd 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense
This big bad kitty is ready to play.
He’ll do anything to protect and claim his mate as only a tiger can.
Curvy Hope won’t go down without a fight and will try anything to resist Elijah Beastie, a dangerous, wild, and sexy tiger shifter.
Hope is everything Elijah wants in a mate and this sexy kitty knows just how to shatter her defenses and keep her moaning for days.
Danger lurks around every corner when they discover her secret. True evil wants Hope for the ultimate power that she can give them, yet she doesn’t realize the extent of the force she holds within herself.
Can true love stand the test of time? Or will temptation break their bond?
Taming Beastie is a stand alone adventure-packed shifter romance tale. If you like steamy love scenes, heart-pounding romance, and piles of sexy shifter secrets, then you’ll love the latest romp from author Sedona Venez.
Buy Taming Beastie today to fall for this latest shifter tale!
EXCERPT:
My fingers ached with the need to touch him. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.” I glanced away and then back. “You didn’t have to get me anything for my birthday. Besides, my birthday isn’t for another couple days.”“I wanted to get you something that would remind you of me.” His lips curled up into a small smile.
My body craved to be touched by him, and as if he sensed my need, he suddenly leaned in, putting his nose against my neck. My lips parted as his alluring aromatic scent of expensive cigars, sandalwood, and rich earth wafted around me. I almost dropped my glass before carefully placing it on the table with trembling fingers.
He leaned away, and when he pulled a small plate over in front of me, his arm brushed the side of my breast.
Scooping a teeny portion of truffle mac and cheese onto a plate, he dug into it and held out a forkful. “Here, open up for me, darling.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “You do know I’m not a two-year-old?” I countered.
But there was something sexy about him feeding me, and it aroused my senses and body.
“Open your mouth, Hope,” he demanded in a voice that was low, seductive.
My breath quickened. Well… if you insist.
My lips parted, allowing him to slide the fork inside. Damn, it is good—in every fucking way possible.
Author Bio:
Sedona Venez is a romance author with a dirty mind. She lives in New York City with her hot ex-military hubby--hooah--and their fur baby. She loves writing sizzling, sexy intricate stories about strong but broken characters who push limits, overcome their fears, and risk it all for love.
You can chat with her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/SedonaVenez), Twitter (@SedonaVenez), and her kick-ass romance website, (www.sedonavenez.com).
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Title: Kissing Vicious
Series: Hearts of Metal #1
Author: Brooklyn Ann
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 20, 2015
Blurb
Aspiring guitarist Kinley Black is about to get her first big break—as a roadie for Viciöus, her favorite heavy metal band, and for the rock god she always dreamt might make her a woman.
THE ROADIE
At 15, aspiring guitarist Kinley Black wished she were a boy. At 16, after hearing Quinn Mayne sing, she wanted him to make her a woman. Now, at 22, her dreams have come true. Quinn’s band Viciöus needs someone to lug their amps around the country, to strive and sweat with the guys. She just has to act like one of them.
AND THE ROCK GOD
Quinn had to admit the new chick could pull her weight, but that didn’t mean his road manager made the right choice. Taking a hottie on a heavy metal music tour was like dangling meat in front of a pack of feral hounds—and Quinn could be part dog himself. But more surprising than her beautiful body are Kinley’s sweet licks, so that no man could help but demand a jam session. Quinn will soon do anything to possess her, and to put Kinley in the spotlight where she belongs. And to keep her safe and sound from the wolves.
THE ROADIE
At 15, aspiring guitarist Kinley Black wished she were a boy. At 16, after hearing Quinn Mayne sing, she wanted him to make her a woman. Now, at 22, her dreams have come true. Quinn’s band Viciöus needs someone to lug their amps around the country, to strive and sweat with the guys. She just has to act like one of them.
AND THE ROCK GOD
Quinn had to admit the new chick could pull her weight, but that didn’t mean his road manager made the right choice. Taking a hottie on a heavy metal music tour was like dangling meat in front of a pack of feral hounds—and Quinn could be part dog himself. But more surprising than her beautiful body are Kinley’s sweet licks, so that no man could help but demand a jam session. Quinn will soon do anything to possess her, and to put Kinley in the spotlight where she belongs. And to keep her safe and sound from the wolves.
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Excerpt
“C’mon, baby, just let me feel ’em and I’ll let you through.” The leering roadie uncrossed his arms to reach forward.
Kinley choked back a groan of revulsion and stepped away.
Her pulse had been jacked up, her steps light with anticipation as she’d gone backstage to interview her favorite band. This interview would be her website’s biggest feature to date.
And now this asshole roadie was ruining her elation with his disgusting come-ons.
“It’s not the seventies anymore. Let me through.” She waved her laminated pass. “I have a scheduled interview.”
There. That was as diplomatic as she could be. It wouldn’t do to piss off the crew if she wanted to talk to the band, but this Neanderthal made it hard to be nice. With any luck, he’d back off and badger someone else. But considering those piggy eyes and that “Female Body Inspector” shirt, a woman would have to be desperate to allow his grimy fingers near her. The fact that a band as awesome as Viciöus had such a prick in their employ was beyond depressing.
She sighed. After she got her interview, it would all be worth it. Her ears still pounded from the glorious shredding guitar riffs, the throbbing bass, and the impossible speed of the drums. They had been gods on stage and now she was going to meet them.
“Sorry, sugar. Rules are rules. I gotta make sure the band’s getting Grade A titties.” With speed belying his sluggish appearance, he shoved those sausage fingers forward, reaching for her breasts. She swatted his hand away.
Fury boiled from her toes up. “If you touch me again, I’ll wipe the floor with your ass.”
The roadie’s laughter, like from a cheesy sitcom, rang in her ears. “Sounds kinky.” The moron actually stepped closer.
Kinley rolled her eyes. If it weren’t for this once-in-a-lifetime chance, she would have answered him with an uppercut. “A little help here?” she shouted, trying to salvage the situation.
The mass of gawkers muttered and looked in all directions, avoiding her gaze. Some asshole in the crowd yelled, “Show your tits!”
The roadie grinned and nodded in agreement.
“Thanks,” she muttered, embittered but unsurprised.
After what seemed like hours of dancing out of the caveman’s reach, a man approached. Her eyes widened. It was none other than Curtis Scrimm, lead guitarist of Viciöus.
He pushed his dirty blond locks from his face and grinned. “What’s going on?”
She struggled to meet his gaze while keeping one eye on the roadie. “I have a pass, but this guy’s molesting me and won’t let me through. Could you please tell him to stop?”
Kinley waved her laminate in case he hadn’t noticed. He leaned forward and gazed at it with squinty, glazed eyes.
Damn. If he was high, he’d be no help at all.
The roadie gave him a pleading look. “C’mon, Curt, she won’t play the game.”
Curt shrugged helplessly, eyes darting between Kinley and the roadie, then back at the swarm of groupies visibly panting after him. One already had her breasts bared.
“I’m serious,” Kinley growled. “I’ll kick his ass if he touches me again.”
Her harasser licked his lips. “Oooh. I like it when they fight.”
The guitarist shook his head, blinking at the roadie. “Harry, are you drunk on the job again? I thought Gaffer warned you. Besides, she doesn’t look like she has much anyway…” He trailed off as the groupies slinked closer, eyes feral with curiosity.
Kinley’s chest tightened with trepidation. Where were the other security guys? Where was the rest of the band?
The roadie reached for her again.
She jumped out of his way, stomach churning with anxiety. Then again, maybe it was a good thing the rest of the band wasn’t here to witness this disaster. The situation was quickly getting out of control. And it looked like she wouldn’t be getting her interview after all.
“I’ll fuck him up,” she stammered, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “I swear!”
Curtis chuckled, eyes roving over her body, visibly assessing her odds. Though she was tall and fit, she was lean, and the roadie outweighed her by at least eighty pounds. “Lady, if you can kick Harry’s ass, you can have his job.”
Her breath left her lungs. Kinley had been prepared to just break the roadie’s nose and walk out, but now the proverbial carrot had been dangled.
A chance to work for Viciöus? Hell, a chance to be back in music?
A wave of longing rushed over her to once more be part of it all. For that pump of adrenaline, the roar of the crowd, the heat of the stage lights—the soul searing passion of the music. To return to that life, even if only on the fringes, Kinley would do anything.
Beating this perverted scumbag to a pulp would be no hardship.
She dropped into a fighting stance and slightly relaxed her fists, the better to do more damage.
One last time, she tried for diplomacy. “As much as I’d love to work for you, it really would be better to call him off and let me—”
Harry’s porcine hand gripped her breast.
Kinley saw red.
Her fist connected with the roadie’s nose and she felt the satisfying crunch. He bellowed like a boar and blindly swung a ham-like fist.
Kinley easily ducked the punch and followed up with a knee to his gut.
He doubled over with an agonized groan but surprised her with an uppercut that thankfully missed her jaw and instead struck the side of her head. Kinley stumbled back, one ear ringing from the blow, the other echoing from the noise of her audience. Are those cheers or jeers?
Her mind struggled to unscramble. Another punch whistled past her head and she dodged it just in time. Her heel slammed into Harry’s kneecap and he went down shrieking.
This time Kinley didn’t give him a chance to recover. Her fists pummeled his face like the punching bag she practiced on in her garage.
Savage glee infused her with every strike. He collapsed after another blow to the jaw, but she wasn’t finished. Kinley raised her fist.
A voice rang out: “What the fuck is going on here?”
She froze. Quinn Mayne, lead singer of Viciöus, strode forward, his long black hair framing a chiseled, god-like face with green eyes foreboding as a hurricane sky.
Reality crashed down upon her. Suddenly, she could see how insane she must appear.
Kinley choked back a groan of revulsion and stepped away.
Her pulse had been jacked up, her steps light with anticipation as she’d gone backstage to interview her favorite band. This interview would be her website’s biggest feature to date.
And now this asshole roadie was ruining her elation with his disgusting come-ons.
“It’s not the seventies anymore. Let me through.” She waved her laminated pass. “I have a scheduled interview.”
There. That was as diplomatic as she could be. It wouldn’t do to piss off the crew if she wanted to talk to the band, but this Neanderthal made it hard to be nice. With any luck, he’d back off and badger someone else. But considering those piggy eyes and that “Female Body Inspector” shirt, a woman would have to be desperate to allow his grimy fingers near her. The fact that a band as awesome as Viciöus had such a prick in their employ was beyond depressing.
She sighed. After she got her interview, it would all be worth it. Her ears still pounded from the glorious shredding guitar riffs, the throbbing bass, and the impossible speed of the drums. They had been gods on stage and now she was going to meet them.
“Sorry, sugar. Rules are rules. I gotta make sure the band’s getting Grade A titties.” With speed belying his sluggish appearance, he shoved those sausage fingers forward, reaching for her breasts. She swatted his hand away.
Fury boiled from her toes up. “If you touch me again, I’ll wipe the floor with your ass.”
The roadie’s laughter, like from a cheesy sitcom, rang in her ears. “Sounds kinky.” The moron actually stepped closer.
Kinley rolled her eyes. If it weren’t for this once-in-a-lifetime chance, she would have answered him with an uppercut. “A little help here?” she shouted, trying to salvage the situation.
The mass of gawkers muttered and looked in all directions, avoiding her gaze. Some asshole in the crowd yelled, “Show your tits!”
The roadie grinned and nodded in agreement.
“Thanks,” she muttered, embittered but unsurprised.
After what seemed like hours of dancing out of the caveman’s reach, a man approached. Her eyes widened. It was none other than Curtis Scrimm, lead guitarist of Viciöus.
He pushed his dirty blond locks from his face and grinned. “What’s going on?”
She struggled to meet his gaze while keeping one eye on the roadie. “I have a pass, but this guy’s molesting me and won’t let me through. Could you please tell him to stop?”
Kinley waved her laminate in case he hadn’t noticed. He leaned forward and gazed at it with squinty, glazed eyes.
Damn. If he was high, he’d be no help at all.
The roadie gave him a pleading look. “C’mon, Curt, she won’t play the game.”
Curt shrugged helplessly, eyes darting between Kinley and the roadie, then back at the swarm of groupies visibly panting after him. One already had her breasts bared.
“I’m serious,” Kinley growled. “I’ll kick his ass if he touches me again.”
Her harasser licked his lips. “Oooh. I like it when they fight.”
The guitarist shook his head, blinking at the roadie. “Harry, are you drunk on the job again? I thought Gaffer warned you. Besides, she doesn’t look like she has much anyway…” He trailed off as the groupies slinked closer, eyes feral with curiosity.
Kinley’s chest tightened with trepidation. Where were the other security guys? Where was the rest of the band?
The roadie reached for her again.
She jumped out of his way, stomach churning with anxiety. Then again, maybe it was a good thing the rest of the band wasn’t here to witness this disaster. The situation was quickly getting out of control. And it looked like she wouldn’t be getting her interview after all.
“I’ll fuck him up,” she stammered, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “I swear!”
Curtis chuckled, eyes roving over her body, visibly assessing her odds. Though she was tall and fit, she was lean, and the roadie outweighed her by at least eighty pounds. “Lady, if you can kick Harry’s ass, you can have his job.”
Her breath left her lungs. Kinley had been prepared to just break the roadie’s nose and walk out, but now the proverbial carrot had been dangled.
A chance to work for Viciöus? Hell, a chance to be back in music?
A wave of longing rushed over her to once more be part of it all. For that pump of adrenaline, the roar of the crowd, the heat of the stage lights—the soul searing passion of the music. To return to that life, even if only on the fringes, Kinley would do anything.
Beating this perverted scumbag to a pulp would be no hardship.
She dropped into a fighting stance and slightly relaxed her fists, the better to do more damage.
One last time, she tried for diplomacy. “As much as I’d love to work for you, it really would be better to call him off and let me—”
Harry’s porcine hand gripped her breast.
Kinley saw red.
Her fist connected with the roadie’s nose and she felt the satisfying crunch. He bellowed like a boar and blindly swung a ham-like fist.
Kinley easily ducked the punch and followed up with a knee to his gut.
He doubled over with an agonized groan but surprised her with an uppercut that thankfully missed her jaw and instead struck the side of her head. Kinley stumbled back, one ear ringing from the blow, the other echoing from the noise of her audience. Are those cheers or jeers?
Her mind struggled to unscramble. Another punch whistled past her head and she dodged it just in time. Her heel slammed into Harry’s kneecap and he went down shrieking.
This time Kinley didn’t give him a chance to recover. Her fists pummeled his face like the punching bag she practiced on in her garage.
Savage glee infused her with every strike. He collapsed after another blow to the jaw, but she wasn’t finished. Kinley raised her fist.
A voice rang out: “What the fuck is going on here?”
She froze. Quinn Mayne, lead singer of Viciöus, strode forward, his long black hair framing a chiseled, god-like face with green eyes foreboding as a hurricane sky.
Reality crashed down upon her. Suddenly, she could see how insane she must appear.
Author Bio
Formerly an auto-mechanic, Brooklyn Ann thrives on writing Romance featuring unconventional heroines and heroes who adore them. After writing historical paranormal romance in her critically acclaimed “Scandals with Bite” series and urban fantasy in her “Brides of Prophecy” novels, she now explores the chaotic realm of heavy metal music— a difficult world to find love in.
She lives in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho with her son, her cat, and a 1980 Datsun 210.
She lives in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho with her son, her cat, and a 1980 Datsun 210.
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Book Title: The Break-up (Full Hearts Book 5)
Author: MJ Summers
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Military Romance
Release Date: May 5, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
What if Mr. Right showed up at exactly the wrong time?
When America’s sweetheart, Courtney Bennett, finds out her husband, Brock McCain, America’s heartthrob, is leaving her, she’s sure her life is over. Thirty-nine in Hollywood is tough on any woman, but not as hard as being hunted by the relentless paparazzi. Finding herself holed up in a cabin in Colorado under the care of Wes Young, her new bodyguard, she starts to see that maybe there is life after Hollywood.
Wes Young spent more than twenty years in the Marines and the past two years in protection services. The only thing he guards more carefully than his clients is his heart. When he becomes Courtney Bennett’s bodyguard, he’s certain he’s about to spend his days and nights with a spoiled, self-involved actress. But before long, Wes realizes that she is not at all what he thought. For the first time in his life, he finds himself navigating the minefield of love, trying to avoid a broken heart.
Will they risk it all to be together or return to the lives they knew before The Break Up?
"I inhaled this book... Riveting sexual heat... a delicious and definite five star read." ~Jennifer Sage - Author of The Guardian Archives Series
"A fun, often humorous, escapist tale that will have readers blushing, laughing and rooting for its characters." ~KIRKUS REVIEW of Breaking Love
“5 amazingly beautiful stars!! Another great book in this series that I fell in love with!! Great character development and the story flowed so well!” ~ Melissa, Netgalley Reviewer
“It is always such a delight when you find a read that takes you away. This is not only going on my favorites shelf but my favorites of the year. This is a tender romance with a lot of heart. Bravo Ms. Summers!” ~Elizabeth, Crazies R Us Book Blog
She is now working with super-agent, Suzanne Brandreth, of the Cooke Agency, who has sold the English language rights for MJ's four-book Full Hearts Series to Piatkus Entice (a division of Hachette UK) for the UK, Australia and New Zealand as well as to HarperCollins Canada in a six-figure deal. Her first two novels have been translated in Czech and Slovak by EuroMedia.
Her novella, Don't Let Go, a prequel to Break in Two, was released in July, hitting the Top 100 in Western Romance as well as the Top 100 in Kindle Short Reads within the first twelve hours of sales.
Her highly anticipated follow-up novel, Breaking Love, was released in e-book format on October 28, 2014 and in print in Canada, the UK, Australia and New Zealand on December 2, 2014. It reached #56 in Erotic Romance on Amazon.com. A KIRKUS Review of Breaking Love called it “A fun, often humorous, escapist tale that will have readers blushing, laughing and rooting for its characters.” After over 300 reviews, the book has a 4.6 star rating on Amazon and a 4.3 star rating on GoodReads.com.
Her third in the series, Breaking Clear, came out July 30, 2015, making its way to #35 on Amazon.com under the Erotic Romance Category within two days. The book has a 4.6 star rating on Amazon.com with 44 reviews and a 4.3 star rating on GoodReads.com after 69 ratings. Breaking Clear was recently featured in the Toronto Star under “Hammock Reads”. All three of her novels have been chosen as staff picks at Chapters.
MJ Summers currently resides in Edmonton, Alberta with her husband, three young children and their goofy dog. When she's not writing romance novels, she loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), hiking, Zumba and yoga (to make up for the milkshakes), swimming and camping (with lots of gooey s'mores and hard ciders). She also loves shutting down restaurants once a month with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something. More like just staying until they turn the lights off.
MJ is a member of the Romance Writers of America, as well as the International Women's Writing Guild.
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