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Sometimes one night just isn’t enough.

Though they see each other only once a month, Amanda’s sweet body and wicked ways have been driving Derek wild for over a year.

And now that he’s moving to Austin, Derek is determined to have Amanda in his bed permanently.

There’s only one problem: Amanda’s happy with their current arrangement. Can Derek convince her a lifetime of nights together will be so much sweeter?

Meet Mr. July … he’s determined to heat things up.

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About J. Kenner

J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.

JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is currently in development with AwesomenessTV/Awestruck.

Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.

In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.

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Release Blitz: THE ROOMMATE’S BABY by Penny Wylder

 

 

 

 

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Release Date: April 3rd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

 

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BLURB

She wants a baby but not a relationship. Her hot roommate has always preferred No Strings Attached.

On paper, it seems like a perfect arrangement.

Until they spend the night together.

Until their hearts start racing with more than just lust.

Until both of them realize they want more than they signed up for.

But what if it’s too late to change the deal?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EXCERPT

I tense, thinking she’s about to say something, call me out for getting too touchy or something. But instead, she stares at me with a frown, eyes assessing in a way I’ve never seen before. Then her gaze drops to travel along my body, and I lift a brow.

Is she checking me out?

“Rina?” I prompt.

“You like NSA agreements,” she says. “You don’t like relationships.”

“True.”

“I don’t like relationships either,” she replies. “And I need a baby. A sperm donor, really. Who I trust.” She locks eyes with me. “Someone I know won’t get emotional or over-attached or crazy later down the line.”

Is she asking what I think she’s asking?

I stare into those cool blue eyes of hers. “What exactly are you asking, Rina?”

She bites her lower lip. Fuck, it’s sexy when she does that. Another curl of desire runs through my gut. I shift in my seat, hoping that will disguise the way my cock is growing harder in my jeans at the thought of it. She wants me to impregnate her?

Not going to lie, the thought of that is actually pretty fucking hot.

“Look, Cannon… I don’t want to mess up our friendship. I know we’re coworkers, we live together, but… we’re both good at NSA, you said it yourself. Pot and kettle.” She dares a tiny grin. “Would… would it be weird if we… I mean, you like sex, I like sex, I need a baby, there’s an easy way to make a baby…”

I lift a brow, and she stops babbling. “You want me to fuck you,” I say.

Her cheeks flare bright red. But she doesn’t remove her eyes from mine. She keeps them laser-focused, intent on her goal. I’ve always respected that about Rina. She’s goal-oriented to the max. And the girl always gets what she wants.

She digs into her pocket and pulls out her phone. A few taps later, she’s showing me a chart she made. It’s color-coded, with little red hearts on one week of the month, and green hearts a few days of the month too. One of those green hearts lands on today, I notice, and there’s another one on the screen tomorrow. “These green hearts are the days when I have the maximum chance of getting pregnant,” she says, tapping her finger on the screen.

I have to choke down a laugh at the technical way she’s talking about this. “Yes, I am aware how babies are made,” I reply with a single raised brow.

Her cheeks, if possible, glow even redder at that. “So, we keep it professional. Sex on those days only, no attachment, nothing else changes in our friendship or our working together.”

I laugh and reach out to cup my hands around hers, which have started to quiver a little where she’s gripping the phone like a lifeline. “We’ve known each other for how long now, seven years?”

I grin a little, my gaze roaming down her body. “This should be fun. Sex should be fun.”

She swallows audibly, and I catch her casting another longing glance at my abs.

Damn. I knew Rina was awkward and pretty shy, at least around people she didn’t know well, but I thought I knew how to read her reaction to me. I thought she only thought of me as a friend, nothing physical. Has she been attracted to me all along, at least a little bit? The way I’m attracted to her?

The more you know.

“Okay. So we’re agreed.” She holds out a hand.

I smirk, but reach up to shake her on it. “Agreed.” I cast one last glance at her phone chart. “When should we start, tonight?” I lean closer, eyes locked on hers.

But she slides backward off the couch and seems to catch her breath, a little nervous. “I’m still kind of recovering from the clinic. And besides, I…” She glances at me again. This time her gaze lingers on my crotch. I don’t bother to hide my hard-on anymore, not now that I know what she really wants.

“I’ve got to shower, and I have work early,” she stammers.

“Tomorrow?”

My eyes are practically on fire when they meet hers, and I don’t bother to conceal my grin when I agree. “Tomorrow it is,” I tell her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A USA Today Bestselling author and #1 Amazon bestselling author, Penny Wylder writes what you’d expect– wild romances. Happily Ever Afters are always better when they’re a little dirty, so if you’re looking for a page turner that will make you feel naughty in all the right places, jump right in and leave your panties at the door!

 

 

 

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Release Blitz and Review: Callback by Katana Collins

Title: Callback
Series: Silhouette Studios #1
Author: Katana Collins
Genre: Romance/BDSM
Release Date: April 3, 2018
Audio Narrator: Joe Arden

 

Marlena

 

Everyone has their limits. Mine? It’s one that should have never been crossed. Now thanks to my ex-boyfriend, all of Hollywood thinks I trade sex for roles. You can imagine how my auditions go these days. This town has enough real scandals without him adding fake ones to the mix. But I have a plan. And it was going so well… until Jude Fisher came along. 

 


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When my ex-wife sold the footage of herself cheating on me with another man, I was done. With scandal, with her, with all the fakeness this industry thrives on. Finding her as the only actress up for co-lead in my new BDSM movie was the last thing I needed. Then Marlena Taylor auditioned, and I found everything I need. A gifted actress, a natural submissive… and a woman I can’t resist.

All she’s missing is knowledge about the lifestyle–my lifestyle. 

I’m more than happy to tutor her–to show her the ropes, if you will. I’ll teach her everything about the games. The toys. The dynamic.

I’ll teach her everything but the sex. That’s my hard limit.

But we’re quickly finding out that there’s no limit to what’s between us.

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 SO in love with this book! First off, I love how Katana writes. She makes it so easy to visualize what’s going on and to feel what the characters are feeling. She even had me crazing a sweet treat, if you’ve read it you know what I’m talking about, as I was reading one scene. Her writing sucks you into the world that she has created!

I fell so hard for these two characters and had an extremely hard time putting this book down. They both had some darkness from their past to overcome, and they both were each other’s light. Helping one another and loving the other hard. Their connection was electric and undeniable. Definitely putting this as one of my favorite reads this year, highly recommend picking this one up!

If I could give it more than 5 stars, I totally would!!!

I swallowed, my stomach tight and crossed my legs to relieve the ache at the apex of my thighs. Then, I placed the other half of the caramel in my mouth, sucking the melted chocolate from my thumb, rolling my tongue over the tip of my finger, imagining it was the tip of Jude’s cock. As the caramel dripped down my throat, thick and creamy, my mind exploded with imagery of Jude and caramel drizzled on various parts of his body.A moan escaped from somewhere low in my throat. The guttural sound unlike any noise I’d heard myself make in the past and my eyes shot open. Did anyone hear that? My face burned and I scanned the room, looking for anyone who might be watching me; laughing at me. No one looked my direction.

Most bodies were still writhing on the dance floor. Or at the bar ordering. Omar was just to the side of the dance floor, facing the opposite wall talking on his phone.

What is wrong with me? This was a chocolate covered caramel for God’s sake. Not a vibrator. Not porn. Not a sexy romance novel…. One single piece of candy and I was so damned hot, I was considering rushing home to have a little quality time with my battery-operated boyfriend.

My gaze settled back onto the nearly full box of caramels beside the peonies. I wanted another. Wanted more of what I’d just had. But Jude had specifically said only one more for tonight. Heat curled around my spine and I clutched my hands together. If I was a submissive, following this rule would be part of what made it sexy. And if I was being completely honest with myself, it was sexy.

Knowing he was at home, turned on, thinking about me. And knowing I made him happy. The disease to please, my dad called it. But no, it was more than just that. Maybe it was the delayed gratification Jude had mentioned. The fact that this was the only chocolate I was having tonight and so I anticipated it. Waited for it, longing for it. Nervous for it. And it made the caramel so, so much better. Jude’s pleasure was only part of that.

Dipping my hand into my bag, I pulled out Jude’s business card, running my finger along the cornered edge of the paper. Then, grabbing my phone, I punched in his number, texting him.

I’ll see you tomorrow at Daisy’s. My mind was made up. Whatever that was I had just experienced? I wanted more of it. Needed more of it. For research, yes. But also for myself. That intense moment of pleasure was unlike anything I’d had before. My phone buzzed in my palm.

So, it was good then?

Good didn’t even cover it. I swallowed, my thumbs tapping the keys. It was the best salted caramel of my life. How was yours?

If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear his low rumbled chuckle. Could almost smell his earthy, spicy scent.

I loved every second of it. And I love it even more knowing you enjoyed the experiment, too.

The experiment. Was that all I was? Some sort of twisted BDSM Pygmalion?

It didn’t matter. The point was, I wanted this part. And it was clear I had a lot to learn about this lifestyle—about Jude’s lifestyle—despite the hours I’d spent Googling and on FetLife. Three little dots appeared above Jude’s name. He was typing more.

You did a great job tonight. Have fun, be sure to drink some water and take a Tylenol before bed.

“I was wondering what was taking so long.” Omar’s voice boomed above me and I jumped, startled, clutching the phone tighter. He laughed. “I should have guessed you dug back into those caramels. I’ll go get us the next round.”

He turned toward the bar.

“And a water,” I blurted out, my eyes falling to Jude’s text. “Please.”

“Water and a bourbon coming up,” Omar said, walking away.

I sighed, leaning back and slid the phone into my purse. If I was going to try this submissive thing for a week, I was going all in. Except for sex. Which, based on how turned on I got from one damned chocolate, might be harder than I thought.

When Katana Collins was younger and stole her mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight, she wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… she wanted the bad boy on a motorcycle.
So, now, she writes those romance novels she craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. Since penning her first romance novel back in 2012, she is now an international author with 15 published books and counting.

 

She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a really doofy lab, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow cairn terrier puppy… oh yeah, there’s a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.

 


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