Title: Bad Teacher
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers
Release Date: June 28, 2016
Blurb
My name is Thomas and I’m always hard.
No really, that’s my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.
I can’t help it that my name suits me well.
You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.
One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.
Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
Why?
Because I broke my cardinal rule …
Never bang a student.
*Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant jewels … Don’t even bother.*
*Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant jewels … Don’t even bother.*
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Unedited excerpt - Copyright 2016 Clarissa Wild
“I’m going to teach you my rules,” he whispers, and his tongue briefly darts out to lick my earlobe, sending waves of heat down my body.
Then he steps back, leaving the air thick with desire.
But before I can glance over my shoulder, his commanding voice takes over.
“Bend over.”
I hesitate.
Three seconds.
That’s all it takes for me to actually go through with it.
My body leans over on its own while my brain shouts at me. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?
“Lower. Face-down on the desk.”
I don’t know why, but I listen.
With my head and tits on the desk, I suck in a breath, awaiting the next move.
I’m insane. Lost my fucking mind.
His hand gently pets my back, gliding down until he’s on my ass … where he grasps me firmly, squeezing tight. I hiss, biting my lip. Memories of our night together resurface, my panties getting wet from just his touch.
“You tempt me too much, Hailey …” he murmurs with a deliciously low voice.
His hand reaches down my skirt and roughly shoves it up, pulling it over my back.
I freeze.
What the fuck.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
I shiver as his hand travels over my panties and across my ass, and my heart beat shoots through the roof. This is crazy. We’re in a room that can’t be locked. Anyone could come in at any time. Anyone could see us.
And still, I don’t stop him.
I don’t say no.
Neither do I want to.
But then his hand comes down on my ass.
Hard.
“You make me do bad … bad things, Hailey.”
Again.
I slam my lips together to prevent any sound from spilling out.
His hand is rough and ruthless as it spanks my ass again and again.
One after the other until both my cheeks zing with red hot pain.
My body bucks against the table each time his hand strikes my ass. It hurts, but not enough to make me cry. Enough to make my legs shake with desire, though.
It’s sick. Completely twisted, and yet I still don’t want to tell him to stop.
Maybe I just don’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning our argument. Or maybe I’m willing to take whatever he’s willing to give.
“You have such a nice ass …” he says softly, rubbing my painful ass with his flat hand. Every movement makes me twitch with excitement. “It should be cherished. Especially when red. Has anyone ever told you that before?”
I shake my head.
He fists my hair and pulls my head back enough for me to gasp. “Answer when I ask you a question.”
“No,” I say.
“It’s Sir for you, Hailey.” He grabs my ass again, this time even harder than before. “Say it again.”
“No, Sir.”
I moan out loud when he smacks me again.
“Good girl.” I can almost hear the smile in his voice.
I expect him to spank me some more, but his fingers are so gentle on my skin that it makes me relax. My muscles unwinds from all the tension, but my pussy is thumping so hard I can feel it through my entire body.
When his hand disappears, I’m left struggling to breathe.
After a while, I look back over my shoulder.
He’s not even there anymore. He’s standing at another table, gathering pieces of paper and putting them on a stack.
Confused, I stand up again and pull my skirt back down. He doesn’t look at me, which surprises me, after what he just did.
Jesus Christ.
I can’t even think about it straight.
What just happened here?
I step back slowly, trying not to make a sound. As I turn, my eyes search the room, hoping not to find anyone who has been sneaking a peek. Luckily, I don’t see anything but a door, to which I immediately start to walk. Right before I open the door, his voice booms once more through the room, reminding me who’s in charge. “I’ll see you Monday, Hailey. Don’t be late.”
Then he steps back, leaving the air thick with desire.
But before I can glance over my shoulder, his commanding voice takes over.
“Bend over.”
I hesitate.
Three seconds.
That’s all it takes for me to actually go through with it.
My body leans over on its own while my brain shouts at me. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?
“Lower. Face-down on the desk.”
I don’t know why, but I listen.
With my head and tits on the desk, I suck in a breath, awaiting the next move.
I’m insane. Lost my fucking mind.
His hand gently pets my back, gliding down until he’s on my ass … where he grasps me firmly, squeezing tight. I hiss, biting my lip. Memories of our night together resurface, my panties getting wet from just his touch.
“You tempt me too much, Hailey …” he murmurs with a deliciously low voice.
His hand reaches down my skirt and roughly shoves it up, pulling it over my back.
I freeze.
What the fuck.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
I shiver as his hand travels over my panties and across my ass, and my heart beat shoots through the roof. This is crazy. We’re in a room that can’t be locked. Anyone could come in at any time. Anyone could see us.
And still, I don’t stop him.
I don’t say no.
Neither do I want to.
But then his hand comes down on my ass.
Hard.
“You make me do bad … bad things, Hailey.”
Again.
I slam my lips together to prevent any sound from spilling out.
His hand is rough and ruthless as it spanks my ass again and again.
One after the other until both my cheeks zing with red hot pain.
My body bucks against the table each time his hand strikes my ass. It hurts, but not enough to make me cry. Enough to make my legs shake with desire, though.
It’s sick. Completely twisted, and yet I still don’t want to tell him to stop.
Maybe I just don’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning our argument. Or maybe I’m willing to take whatever he’s willing to give.
“You have such a nice ass …” he says softly, rubbing my painful ass with his flat hand. Every movement makes me twitch with excitement. “It should be cherished. Especially when red. Has anyone ever told you that before?”
I shake my head.
He fists my hair and pulls my head back enough for me to gasp. “Answer when I ask you a question.”
“No,” I say.
“It’s Sir for you, Hailey.” He grabs my ass again, this time even harder than before. “Say it again.”
“No, Sir.”
I moan out loud when he smacks me again.
“Good girl.” I can almost hear the smile in his voice.
I expect him to spank me some more, but his fingers are so gentle on my skin that it makes me relax. My muscles unwinds from all the tension, but my pussy is thumping so hard I can feel it through my entire body.
When his hand disappears, I’m left struggling to breathe.
After a while, I look back over my shoulder.
He’s not even there anymore. He’s standing at another table, gathering pieces of paper and putting them on a stack.
Confused, I stand up again and pull my skirt back down. He doesn’t look at me, which surprises me, after what he just did.
Jesus Christ.
I can’t even think about it straight.
What just happened here?
I step back slowly, trying not to make a sound. As I turn, my eyes search the room, hoping not to find anyone who has been sneaking a peek. Luckily, I don’t see anything but a door, to which I immediately start to walk. Right before I open the door, his voice booms once more through the room, reminding me who’s in charge. “I’ll see you Monday, Hailey. Don’t be late.”
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METTLE
by J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders, #2
Publication Date: July 26, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, MC Romance
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Synopsis: Talia McKinnon said goodbye to love the day she signed the divorce papers and moved across the country looking for a fresh start. With work occupying her days and nights, a relationship is the last thing on her mind, until a run-in with a hot-as-Hades, leather clad biker changes her mind. He’s everything she shouldn’t want but has to have. The problem is, he’s not that easy to catch. Tucker “Country” Abrams believes in two things: brotherhood and women. He takes his job seriously and his women hard, but at the end of the day, the only loyalty he has is to his club. So when a night with a beautiful stranger threatens to change everything, he’s quick to apply the brakes. But when a little detective work reveals that Talia may be much more than a one-night stand, Tucker is tasked with an impossible decision. Will he push her away, or go against every instinct he has and pull her closer?
EXCERPT: Playing With Fire
Shoving aside the empty, Tucker ordered a coffee, black, then sat back and waiting for it to arrive. No sooner than he’d lifted his iPhone from his pocket, preparing to scroll through his Little Black Book of fine ass bunnies who were always DTF, the seat next to him became occupied. Tucker did not need to look up to notice the female sitting there. Nor did he need to look to see that she was watching him. He did, however, need to look up at the sound of that soft as velvet voice. “Shame, a man drinking alone on a Friday night.” Holy fucking hell. Her voice was pure phone sex operator. His dick swelled instantly, and Tucker shifted in his seat, his lips curling into a slow smile as he turned to face her head-on. “Nothin’ wrong with a man drinkin’ alone, sugar. Now, you on the other hand…” He made a show of eying every inch of her svelte frame. She was well-covered in a pair of tight black pants and black halter top laced with fringe, and even though he’d heard that black was supposed to give that slimming effect, he could tell the thickness of her thighs wasn’t just because she was short. The woman worked out. Mmmm. Thick, solid thighs. She was sitting, so he couldn’t tell for sure, but Tucker would bet his left nut that she had an ass to match. She gave him the same once-over, lingering on the bulge along his inner thigh. A bold one, she was. Her tawny eyes rose up and met his, the corner of her mouth and a single eyebrow lifted in amusement. Or perhaps that was appreciation… “Your date stand you up?” she asked, lifting her chin toward the phone he still held in his hand. Tucker looked down at the thing, surprised. Forgot he even had it out. A list of numbers identified by nicknames like Double Mint Twins and Freak Nasty stared back at him, and suddenly, the need for a quickie had lost its appeal. Putting the phone away, Tucker leaned forward, folding his arms on the bar, and stared into the woman’s amazing eyes. “Looks that way. Broke my heart.” He pouted a bit, pure show, and she knew it. “Bitch.” A smirk played on her perfectly formed rose-petal lips. She leaned a little. “Just so you know, I’d never break your heart. Now, other things…” She left that one dangling, sparking Tucker’s intrigue. “Other things…” Lifting his hand, Tucker slid the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip, appraising her once more. “You know, I would not be opposed to see what kind of ‘things’ you have in mind.” She chuckled, a soft, delicate sound, just like everything else about her. “I don’t know if you could handle the kind of things I’m thinking.” Tucker’s eyes narrowed and, deciding to match her boldness, he said, “I can handle whatever you want to throw at me, sugar. I should warn you, though. It’s you who might not be able to handle me…” With a start, he realized he hadn’t caught her name. Reading his expression and extending a delicate, fine-boned hand, she said, “Talia. And I assure you, it’s the other way around.” And wasn’t that exactly what he wanted to hear. Grasping her hand firmly, Tucker held onto it far longer than was necessary. “My friends call me Country, but you…” He rubbed his thumb across the soft skin on the back of her hand, then lifted it to his lips, kissing baby soft knuckles that smelled faintly of apple blossoms. “You can call me Tuck.” She grinned, not understanding the significance of him allowing her to call him by his real name. No woman had ever known him as anything but Country, but her…There was something about this one that made him want to lose the filter. Get a little closer. “Nice to meet you, Tuck.” “Exactly my thoughts, Talia.” Her eyes sparkled at his seductive purr, and Tucker did a mental fist pump. Hook. Line. Sinker.
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Synopsis: Gabby Morgan isn’t looking for love. Not even a little romance. Following a rocky past that she’d just as soon forget, she’s determined to focus on the future. One that most certainly doesn’t involve the tough-as-nails, short-on-words, hot-as-hell biker…or his kid. Blake Mahone may not be done with women, but he’s finished with relationships. Then Gabby Morgan enters the picture. She’s flawless, refined, and as his kid’s teacher, way out of his league. She acts like she hates him, but her eyes tell a different story. Before he knows it, Blake finds himself hot for teacher, and he’s more than ready to learn all her secrets. Now all he has to do is convince her to give him a shot…without getting them both killed in the process.
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Title: Rock Bottom
Author: Josephine Traynor
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Pink Ink Co
Author: Josephine Traynor
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Pink Ink Co
Release Date: August 1, 2016
Blurb
Money. Fame. Success. I had it all. And now I have nothing. No band. No contract. I’m roughing it with the commoners and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing.
Reece Ashton is used to living the dizzying heights of being a celebrity, that is until the other half of his band leaves just as they’re about to embark on a world tour. Sold out shows, groupies and the high life are long forgotten as he has to learn to fend for himself while living in suburbia. Hiding out in the tiny town of Portmouthe, England is as about as far away from the spotlight as possible. He doesn’t want to be there, and he’s got nothing but time on his hands. No job, limited money and no life skills - he’s completely out of his element. No one in town knows he’s there except one girl who keeps his secret. Falling in love was never part of his comeback plan.
Madelyn Arnett knows all too well what it’s like to be on the wrong end of the paparazzi. She’s quietly rebuilding her life in the sleepy town of Portmouthe away from the prying eyes of trash media when the most famous musician on earth ends up in her workplace. Worried that when the media comes hunting for him, they’ll find her, and she’s worked too hard to let some spoiled little rock star take her life away from her. But this helpless rock star is in need of a friend. Turns out, she’s the only person on the planet to truly know the real Reece Ashton. Fighting to not fall in love, she knows their time is fleeting as the glare of the spotlight comes hunting for Reece.
Madelyn Arnett knows all too well what it’s like to be on the wrong end of the paparazzi. She’s quietly rebuilding her life in the sleepy town of Portmouthe away from the prying eyes of trash media when the most famous musician on earth ends up in her workplace. Worried that when the media comes hunting for him, they’ll find her, and she’s worked too hard to let some spoiled little rock star take her life away from her. But this helpless rock star is in need of a friend. Turns out, she’s the only person on the planet to truly know the real Reece Ashton. Fighting to not fall in love, she knows their time is fleeting as the glare of the spotlight comes hunting for Reece.
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“Have you heard of the term ‘first world problems’? You have Google on your phone, Reece, best get acquainted with it. Man has been doing things for himself for a long time, I guess this is the way of natural selection, who can figure things out and who can’t—”
Running my hand through my hair, I grip the phone tighter. “You know I only use my phone to ring, text and porn.”
“Good God, I’ll send someone around in a week, no doubt you will be dead from starvation or masturbatory dehydration.”
I hold the phone away from my ear and yell, “Laugh it up chuckles. You’ll see. I don’t need any fucking help.”
***
I need help.
I’ve walked for ten minutes, and all I’ve passed is more suburbia. I’m sure I’ve seen this same house three times. I’m ashamed to say that I’m pretty useless with my sense of direction. I can get lost just turning in a circle. The first five minutes of walking was hell. I started to sweat. My pants were clinging to my legs, and the rank stale odour of my body was blowing up wind.
The longest I’ve had to walk was from the door of the hotel to my waiting car on the street, or from the tarmac to the airport. I don’t include the hours across the stage a night. That was fun. This is as boring as bat shit. I don’t have headphones, I don’t have a car, and I don’t have a driver. I don’t have anything that I took for granted.
Running my hand through my hair, I grip the phone tighter. “You know I only use my phone to ring, text and porn.”
“Good God, I’ll send someone around in a week, no doubt you will be dead from starvation or masturbatory dehydration.”
I hold the phone away from my ear and yell, “Laugh it up chuckles. You’ll see. I don’t need any fucking help.”
***
I need help.
I’ve walked for ten minutes, and all I’ve passed is more suburbia. I’m sure I’ve seen this same house three times. I’m ashamed to say that I’m pretty useless with my sense of direction. I can get lost just turning in a circle. The first five minutes of walking was hell. I started to sweat. My pants were clinging to my legs, and the rank stale odour of my body was blowing up wind.
The longest I’ve had to walk was from the door of the hotel to my waiting car on the street, or from the tarmac to the airport. I don’t include the hours across the stage a night. That was fun. This is as boring as bat shit. I don’t have headphones, I don’t have a car, and I don’t have a driver. I don’t have anything that I took for granted.
The houses are all blending in, and I don’t know which one’s mine. I’m waiting for David to text me the address, but I know he’s taking the piss. Bastard. Teasing me about first world problems. I know I sound like a whiny little bitch, but my life is in stark contrast to what it was forty-eight hours ago, and I’m struggling to adjust.
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Josephine Traynor is very good at keeping secrets - she’s been a closeted writer for years but only got brave enough last year to show her writer friend a small chunk of what she’d written.
She’s a mother of two small boys and only told her husband about her book when it was completed. God knows what he thought she was doing on the computer for all those hours!
Josephine’s a lover of tea and has a thing for all things vanilla. She loves a good book that makes her laugh and has heaps of character growth. Her aim is to write books that inspire, cause sore stomach muscles and have memorable characters for all the right reasons.
Josephine Traynor is not her real name. The pen name is derived from Josephine being her favourite girls name and Traynor is inspired by Will Traynor from Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. His message from that book was for everyone to be brave in this world and to make their mark. This was a huge lesson for her to get over her fear of publishing. She’s doing this for her, her dream is to be a published author, what’s your dream and go after it.
She’s a mother of two small boys and only told her husband about her book when it was completed. God knows what he thought she was doing on the computer for all those hours!
Josephine’s a lover of tea and has a thing for all things vanilla. She loves a good book that makes her laugh and has heaps of character growth. Her aim is to write books that inspire, cause sore stomach muscles and have memorable characters for all the right reasons.
Josephine Traynor is not her real name. The pen name is derived from Josephine being her favourite girls name and Traynor is inspired by Will Traynor from Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. His message from that book was for everyone to be brave in this world and to make their mark. This was a huge lesson for her to get over her fear of publishing. She’s doing this for her, her dream is to be a published author, what’s your dream and go after it.
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Politically Incorrect
Jeanne McDonald is an author, a mother, a wife, a student of knowledge and of life, a coffee addict, a philosophy novice, a pop culture connoisseur, inspired by music, encouraged by words, and a believer in true love. When she's not spending time with her family, she can be found reading, writing, enjoying a great film, chatting with friends or diligently working toward her bachelor's degree in literature. A proud Texan, Jeanne currently resides in the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her family.
Author: Jeanne McDonald
Genre: Contemporary Political Romance
Cover Design: Jada D'Lee Designs
Publisher: Enchanted Publications
Expected Release Date: August 16, 2016
Sex. Lies. Greed. Power. Scandal. Politics.
Nothing gets by Elizabeth McNeal. As a forty-five year old divorcee and a nationally renowned political strategist, she can claim to have seen it all. Most of her adult life she’s focused on two important things ─ her daughter and her career. Now, challenged by a new campaign and a new candidate, Elizabeth is forced to reevaluate the things she most values and make some major decisions that could impact her future.
William Baxter is a thirty-four year old Democratic Congressman for the great state of Texas who’s vying for an empty seat in the U.S. Senate. Accustomed to standing out in a crowd, Liam takes pride in being true to himself and the people he serves. He refuses to fall in line with the stereotypical persona of a politician. Backed by one of the richest men in Texas, Liam is offered the chance to work with D.C.’s most elite political strategist. With the odds already against him because of his party affiliation and age, it’s an offer he can’t refuse.
Apprehensive about their age differences and driven by politics, Elizabeth finds herself keeping score of their sensual game for control. For the woman who thought she’d seen it all, the man in the eccentric ties and a dashing smile teaches her a new game to play. Rules are made to be broken. Lines are meant to be crossed. But in the high stakes sport of politics, where one bad decision can destroy a campaign, can they afford to rewrite the rules to meet their desires or will they choose to remain politically incorrect?
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