Thursday, December 31, 2015

Featured Author: ML Preston

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ML Preston!!!




Title: Unthinkable
Series: Undeniable
Author: ML Preston
Cover Designer: Unlimited Media Worx
Releasing: December 31st, 2015

Genre: IR/Erotica Romance

Synopsis

Two years post college, straight-laced, hardworking, Amaya Davis is making waves in the male-dominated sports marketing industry. Thanks to an abusive relationship, she's sworn off men; so she buries herself in work and her dreams keep her writhing in pleasure. But a chance encounter at an art gallery opening finds Amaya face to face with Nicholas Hansen again. He's the star of her dreams, and he awakens a desire deep within her.

They decide to partner together in business and in the bedroom, the boardroom, the barn and anywhere else they can break away to be together. But will Amaya's insecurities and distrust separate these two or will Nicholas show her how to overcome her past so they can have a future? 


Meet Amaya and Nicholas:



A former athlete and all around sports enthusiast, it's no surprise that Amaya Davis decided to pursue a career in Sports Marketing. Her caramel complexion, big breasts, curvy hips, and brown eyes will stop any man in his tracks; but this beauty has brains, too. Having graduated at the top of her class, she has proven that she is a force to be reckoned with. Too bad, she has a deep scar on her heart.




Using his hands is what Nicholas Hansen has been good at since he was a toddler. When he puts hands and head together, he can create something magnificent. However, when his head is not involved, his hands can be destructive. After his wild-n-out ways met with his father's ultimatum, Nicholas' head and hands formed a pact to always work together. I guess his heart wasn't at that meeting.





Sneak Peek
He unbuttoned my blouse and began to massage my breast while tenderly kissing me on my neck. “Nicholas,” I cried. He looked at me and smiled.
Do you want me to stop?”
No,” I said shaking my head. He took my shirt off and dropped it to the floor while sliding my bra strap down and softly kissing my shoulders. He unhooked my bra, exposing my breast and taught nipples. Grabbing my breasts, he placed my nipple….
You have to be fucking kidding me,” I yelled at my alarm clock. Ever since Friday, I have had the wettest dreams about Nicholas. Just the thought of his eyes penetrating me to my core makes me wish he were penetrating me. I rolled over and looked at the clock, “Shit!” It was already 7:30 am and I had to be to work at 8:00 am. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I am fucking late”, I exclaimed while I jumped up and scrambled towards the bathroom. I turned on the shower and then I called Samantha.
Hey sexy,” she answered. “Hey, Red. Look, I am running late, something is off with my alarm I guess. Can you email me my appointments when you get to the office?” “Sure thing doll. And why didn’t you call me Saturday about the gallery opening?” She asked. “I, um, got sidetracked Saturday afternoon and Sunday I went running and totally forgot.” “Sure. I guess we will dish over lunch. I’ll send you the deets.” “Thanks, Red. See you in an hour.”
I get in the shower and start thinking about what I was trying to ignore the heat in his eyes, the warmth of his touch. How his smile made me gasp for air. How I wish it were his hands soaping my body and not mine, feeling my breast, my VJ, my mouth. Ok, this shower was getting me nowhere and fast. I mean I have been with men before, well two. However, the relationships didn’t last. In college, I had one relationship with James. He was nice, tall, light complexion, brown eyes, and a business major. Went out on a couple of dates and that was it. He just didn’t possess anything that I was looking for. There was no spark. Not even when we had sex. I vowed after that brief stint that I would just stay in my books and push until graduation.
I got out the shower and toweled off. No time to dry my hair so I pulled it back into a bun. I went natural 4 years ago, so I had curly hair, long curly hair. I got dressed, grabbed my things and left. No time for breakfast today.



About the author


ML Preston was born and raised in Oklahoma City, where she learned early on that she had a gift for bringing worlds to life with her words. An avid and voracious reader, she was encouraged to nurture her active imagination and quickly found a passion for storytelling. Inspired by her own personal love story, she began to write the voices in her head, embarking on a journey to share her stories. She spins tales of passion and romance where the lines between race and creed, physical perfection and social norms disappear in the face of love. Tales of real love; erotic connections with a heart and soul that everyone can relate to. She now makes a home in Texas with her husband and three children, who keep her grounded when the voices call on her to tell their story. And they never stop calling. 



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Interview With ML Preston:
1. Can you tell us a little about your book? 
Unthinkable is a story of how one person allowed her past to keep her away from relationships and one man's determination to help her overcome it. There are friends, enemies, careers and challenges to deal with along their journey.
2. When did you know you wanted to write a book? 
I was in the middle of reading a book and it just came to me. The idea of writing a book to cover the things I wanted to see and read about just overtook me.

3. How did you choose the genre you write in? 
It was while reading an IR/Erotic book that the idea to write in this genre influenced me.

4.Do you work with an outline, or just write? 
I develop plot points that serve as a guideline of how I see the events playing out.
5. What inspires you to write? 
The voices in my head. LOL! Support from my friends and of course, family. Music helps bring forth ideas and sometimes listening to others talk about an event in their life.
6. Do you have a favorite spot to write? 
We have an oversized chair in out living room that spent many nights with me.
7. Do you listen to music while you write? 
Yes. It is a requirement. If it is not playing, I am humming or singing in my head.
8. What do you do when you are not writing? 
I have plenty of mommy/wifey duties to keep me occupied, but when I am in a downtime from everything, I catch up on TV shows or read.

9. What are you working on next? 
The follow up to Unthinkable, Untouchable. It is a turn of events for the couple that could end them for good. Some skeletons should be revealed before committing.

Release Blitz for Invisible Ink by Elisabeth Joye











Title: Invisible Ink
Release Date: Dec. 31, 2015
Genres: Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 36,410
Author: Elisabeth Joye
Cover Design: Amber Lea Easton
Invisible Ink on Amazon: http://myBook.to/invisibleink





Blurb:
Lex has never felt more exposed.

She has just allowed Jake Reed, the lead singer of rock band Inkjet, to undress her and tie her to a chair backstage after a show, only to have him leave to go sign autographs.

It is the start of a dark, obsessive relationship that will lead Lex, a 20-something public relations professional from L.A., to lose herself almost entirely as she struggles to break through her sexual boundaries without falling in love with Jake, an intimidatingly gorgeous Hollywood actor/rock star who closely guards his emotions.

What starts as a series of casual hookups ends up a powerful addiction that will push Lex past all her sexual boundaries as Jake moves repeatedly in and out of her life, making few promises along the way. Lex fights to keep a sense of herself while she succumbs to Jake’s glamorous world and his irresistible allure.






Excerpt Choice One (explicit)
Word Count: 990

"What are you up to?" I asked.

"Stay here, don’t move."

He went and flipped on one of the stage lights right on me and then planted himself in a front row seat. I could barely make out his face.

"Strip," came his instructions over the microphone.

I stood and looked at him blankly for a second.

"This is why you brought me here?"

"I can’t hear you, but if I could, it doesn’t matter, because no talking, baby girl. You know my rules," he ordered, his soft voice booming through the sound system.

I had already proven to him I was up for anything he asked for, so I did as I was told, removing my tank top and jeans and stepping out of my slip-ons.

"All of it," he said.

The air was cool on my skin, but the lights were hot as hell. I looked around for a minute, over my shoulder and into the wings of the stage.

"No one’s here, I checked, don’t worry," he breathed into the mic, his voice lowering.
I took off my underwear and I stood there naked in front of him, exactly what he wanted.

"Good. Now, walk the catwalk for me."

I shot him an exasperated, confused look.

"See that curved path in front of the stage right before the seats? That thing. Walk it."

I felt utterly ridiculous as I padded my way down the catwalk and moved back and forth across the crescent-shaped little path that brought me closer to where Jake had perched himself.

I concentrated mostly on not falling and trying to look as poised as possible. I could feel his eyes on me from below, burning into me.

Then he laughed.

It wasn’t into the mic, but I was close enough to him that I could hear him.

"God, Jake, don’t be a fucking asshole and laugh at me up here!" I glared at him and he looked so smug. I wanted both to climb on top of him and also to punch him. If I would have known I would be naked on a stage, I would have worn heels or hit the gym more this week or…

"I was thinking about how a lot of girls wouldn’t do this if I told them to," he said, smiling. "And if they did, they’d try to…do a stripper show for me or look seductive. But you’re …like…" he searched for the word he wanted to use. “there. You’re real. It’s fucking perfect."

"You don’t have to flatter me, Jake," I said, suddenly feeling more exposed. "You already have me. Obviously."’

He looked me in the eye for a long time. His stare made the moment suddenly serious. Then he looked me up and down for longer than I was comfortable.

"Spin."

I did.

"Slower."

He was silent and I felt sick to my stomach with nerves, overwhelmed with self-conscious fears. He was pushing me too far.

I faced him again and stood there, my hand on my hip.

"Jesus Christ, Lex," he said. "You’re so fucking hot. And you don’t even know it."

I looked down at him, shrugged slightly, and said, "It only matters that you know it, Jake."

He smiled big, showing off his perfect teeth.

"Is that so?" He stood up and used all his strength to lift himself up on the walkway. He pressed himself up against me, picked me up, and moved us both back to the main part of the stage.

My naked skin rubbed against his clothing as I wrapped my body around him, my legs gripping his waist, his hands cupping my bare ass. I kissed his neck lightly and then moved to his lips as he set me down and cupped my ass in his hands.

"So you said you wanted to do something I’d never done before," he said, pushing my shoulders down so I knelt on the stage in front of him. "I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl on a stage and where better to do that than the Los Angeles Amphitheater, right?"

On my knees, I knew he wanted something else first. A blow job. My stomach flipped again. Although we’d obviously already had a lot of sex, I had tactfully avoided trying to put his erection in my mouth until now.

I didn’t have a ton of confidence about my blow job skills in the first place, and his cock was by definition intimidating — larger than average, attached to a famous, super hot guy, and sexually powerful enough to take over my mind and life. It had unwittingly become the center of my universe.

Oral sex with Jake would put me in control for the first time. What if I didn’t do what he liked and I was desperate to please him the way he had pleased me.

"Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what I want you to do," he said softly, cradling my chin with his long fingers. He was a mind reader.

He undid his zipper and lowered his jeans on his hips enough that I had access to his full length.

I gripped one hand around the shaft and positioned my mouth around the tip, waiting for whatever instructions he had in mind. But instead of speaking, he grabbed me roughly by my hair and pushed into me as far as he could until I let out a muffled cry.
I closed my eyes and let my tongue dance around while he pulled my head into him and then out again by my hair, slowly at first so I could adjust and then at the pace he wanted.

I could not have been more compromised or exposed on a stage meant for an audience of thousands giving a fucking blowjob. But all I could think about was him and my hot breath and his skin against me. The setting fell away and time fell away with it.



Excerpt Choice Two (not explicit)
Word Count: 784

So you’re in love with him, right?” Sammi asked as soon as I finished telling her the story of my recent activities with Jake. We were at the pool, soaking in the sun and sipping those cocktails that you don’t realize are getting you drunk until it’s too late.

Drunk Sammi was an expert at putting her old reporter skills to good use.

In love with him?” I avoided eye contact, put my blonde locks up in a bun and played with the straps on my bikini. “No. It’s not like that. He’s not even in L.A. right now.”

Well, you should see your face when you talk about him these days,” she said, taking a sip from her pink straw. “You’re in so much trouble, Lexi. I hope you don’t get pregnant.”

I laughed. “We always use a condom, Sammi, You know about his manwhore ways.”

Exactly. My point exactly,” she said.

Since our night together that turned into a morning together, Jake had been traveling non-stop preparing for another new project. Other than his random text messages, which kept me entertained on fall afternoons when stuck at my desk, I tried not to think about him. He wasn’t around. I didn’t want to waste time missing him.

I struggled, however, because as the months passed since our first hookup, he was more and more popular in the press, his face in magazines, in the tabloids and his name on the lips of people that hadn’t even heard of him a year ago.

But we weren’t anything serious. We were just a sex thing.

I stirred my drink with the straw and thought about Sammi’s “love” comment for a long time, staring up at a the palm tree over my head. “When I’m with him,” I said. “It’s like…the real world doesn’t exist. Thoughts don’t exist.”

Sammi sighed and flipped from her back to her stomach.

Trouble,” she said.

* * *

It was 11 p.m. and my phone buzzed next to me in bed. I was half asleep and rolled over to glance at the screen.

"I must have done something wrong in a past life."

Another weird text from Jake. I could never be never sure he meant them for me.

He was thousands of miles away telling me he had a bad day. Or maybe he had one in a past life?

"I must have been a crooked lawyer or a dentist or something," he said.

I pictured him lying in bed alone with his phone and found myself missing him. I shook the thought away.

"What’s wrong?" I asked back.

"It was a long day."

"Why?"

He didn’t write back for a few minutes.

"I just shouldn’t try to debate things with people when I’m exhausted," he wrote. He wasn’t joking or charming me. Maybe he had actual human emotions?

What happened?” I wrote back, trying a third time to get him to tell me.

"Send me a pic of u," he said.

Of course. Of course he asked for a fucking picture.

"Only if you tell me you know for sure who this is," I typed back.

"U doubt I know who this is?" he said. "Your name rhymes with S-E-X."

I laughed out loud.

"And you taste great."

"Ok, keep going," I typed. I could be bolder on the phone than I ever could be in person with him. I didn’t have to look into his eyes on the phone. Or risk him touching me and making me forget what air was.

"Don’t get greedy," he wrote back.

Silence for a long time, then the phone buzzed again.

"Where’s my pic?"

I didn’t respond.

"Ok. I’ll play. You’re a good way to calm myself down,” he wrote.

An unlikely compliment from him. I felt uneasy. Before he could type back anything else, I stripped off my shirt and snapped a topless selfie on the bed. After I cropped it and colored it the way I wanted, I pressed send.

"Now I don’t feel so calm," he said back. "Goodnight."

I stared at the phone for a minute and then at the ceiling for another half hour.

Exhausted from tossing and turning, I clicked the screen back to life.

"Now I can’t sleep so you owe me,” I wrote.

* * *

A few days later, a book arrived at my apartment. It was a collection of outdoor photography, no words, only gorgeous pictures. Tucked inside, a typed note.

"Next time you can’t sleep, look at this and remember beauty is everywhere. – J"

I wondered how many other girls his assistant had sent this book to over the years. Still, I smiled to myself there in my kitchen.





Author Elisabeth Joye:
Elisabeth Joye used to write about Congress. Now, she writes about sex. A former political journalist, she’s wanted to write a romance novel since she was 12 and finally found the inspiration to do it by incorporating her love of concerts and musicians. Invisible Ink is her first self-published novella.

Elisabeth’s philosophy when writing romance is simple – she writes what she thinks is hot and hopes others will, too. She wants to create characters who speak, act and fall in love like real people with issues, flaws and fears. But, above all, the sex is got to be hot.

When she’s not writing, Elisabeth is a stay-at-home mom to her four-year-old son. She loves fangirling her favorite celebrities and reading true crime obsessively. She didn’t have a smartphone until 2013 and now couldn’t live without social media and text messaging. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and family.



Author Contact:
Buy link at Amazon: http://myBook.to/invisibleink
Amazon Author Page: Author.to/ElisabethJoye
Twitter: @elisabethjoye, https://twitter.com/elisabethjoye
Goodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/GRElisabethJoye
Goodreads Book Link: http://bit.ly/InvisibleInkGR


Blog Tour for Haunted by Kiara Delaney

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December 30th - January 4th

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Title: Haunted A Romantic Suspense
(Book Two in The Shattered Pieces Series)
by Kiara Delaney
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: December 30, 2015


When Devon Bradford entered Nina Petrov's life, she was broken and alone. He did everything in his power to tear down her defenses, refusing to let her push him away. In the end, it just wasn't enough. Nina had backed him into a corner, and he ended up doing the very thing he promised Nina he would never do- leave her, just as all the other men had done to her before. By the time Nina's secrets had finally come to light, Devon had already vanished- she left him with no other choice. In the end, she was forced to make the decision between letting the memory of him consume her, or vanquishing him from her mind forever.   Devon had abandoned Nina in her darkest hour, in what seemed like a lifetime ago. It had shredded her heart, and left her questioning her sanity. The day he'd left her, she'd buried a part of herself, but the memories of him continued to haunt her, leaving her feeling unsure about everything she thought she once knew.   It has been eighteen months since Devon Bradford disappeared from Nina's life, but she's worked hard to dispel the demons that once plagued her. One day at a time, she becomes one step closer to leaving her past behind and moving forward. That is, until one fateful day, Devon is hurled back into Nina's life, and her reality will be forever changed.   As Nina finds herself chained once more to the ghosts of her past, she realizes Devon holds the key to her future. Can Nina really trust Devon this time, or will he leave her to pick up the shattered pieces of her life once more?   Find out in the shocking conclusion of The Shattered Pieces Series!
 
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Stepping into her space, I lifted her chin, forcing her to peer up at me. She tried to look away, but I didn't let her. I gazed intently into her eyes as she held my stare. I was dangerously close to crossing a line, but in that moment, nothing mattered to me but Nina. She was becoming embedded under my skin. I was becoming lost in her- lost in her beauty, her touch, and especially her mind. With every second that ticked by, I was free falling into her essence. I wanted to plunge into the depths of her thoughts and emotions to understand just a fraction of what made her into the woman that stood before me.
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"So this is how it's going to be between us?” I ask.
Nina stalks towards me, her lips quirking up, and runs her finger from my chest to my lower abdomen as she says, "You mean, we piss each other off all day while secretly wanting to fuck each other?"
I halt her hand a second before she reaches for my belt buckle and grab her by her upper arms, pulling her in close as I trace my lips against her quickening pulse in her throat. I murmur low and seductively, "I guess it's not a secret, after all, then, is it Miss Petrov?" She pulls back to gaze at me, wide-eyed and speechless. Looks like the cat's out of the bag. I think I can safely say I won this round.


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Kiara Delaney is a passionate writer of fictional romance, suspense thrillers, and poetry. With a unique style of infusing plot twists peppered with a dash of 'Who done it?', and authentic dialogue, her books have a way of sucking you in and giving you a solid connection with the characters. She began writing poetry at a young age and evolved her love for writing into her current works after many years of encouragement from family and friends. She is also an avid reader, has a great sense of humor, and cannot function without coffee. She is a true writer at heart, and thus, will remain so until she forgets how words work.


Facebook Author Page: http://on.fb.me/1MPW4gs
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/1Nj6GPo
Goodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/1SAs7zO


Ghostwriter: An Erotic Thriller (Book One in The Shattered Pieces Series)
Amazon Buy Link: http://amzn.to/20DxTWF

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Blog Tour for Undone by Jessika Klide

** Undone **
**Book Three in Siri’s Saga**
** by Jessika Klide**
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Blurb
UNDONE, Book Three in Siri's Saga is a full length novel!
Aurelius Moore:
"My Wild Thang! The press has blasted our picture all over the news and the internet. Ruthless could find you! Rome is no longer safe. We're going to the compound! She can't get to you there!"

Siri Wright:
Aurei is taking me to his family's villa. I should be excited! Why then do I feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter? Will they believe the press and Mia, or will they believe us? Will they call me a whore, or will they accept our love as the real deal? F**k! Why is my life so f**king complicated?
 
Aurelius Moore:
"Siri, you are my Every Thang. Such an interesting find. More than I expected. So much more!" Will you want more with Moore or only more of Moore? Will you choose Heaven or send me straight to Hell?
 
Siri Wright:
"Aurei! You and your f**king secrets!"
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Secrets? Everyone has secrets. Some of us are better at hiding them than others.

Siri's Saga is NOT what YOU are expecting AND DEFINITELY NOT WHAT THEY WERE EXPECTING!

 
Siri's Saga must be read in order. They are not stand alone, but they are full length novels. 
UNTOUCHABLE, Book One, 398 pages, 126,000 words!
UNSTOPPABLE, Book Two, 270 pages, 102,000 words!
UNDONE, Book Three, 220 pages, 95,700 words!
UNFORGETTABLE is being written now! Follow my Amazon Author page to be notified upon release!

Siri's Saga is a mesmerizing romance book series will that captivate you with its mystery, suspense, action and adventure. A fun, flirty, sassy, sexy, thriller that will have you flipping the pages, burning it up, as the secrets of Siri and Aurei unfold. The story is unique and original. You don't want to miss it!

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About the Author

Jessika Klide burst onto the erotic scene in 2014 with her debut novel, Siri's Heart, The beginning of Siri's Saga. It reached #6 on Amazon's Best Seller list under Erotica Urban and #18 under Women's Adventure in less than two months. It was rebranded in April of 2015 as UNTOUCHABLE when she signed internationally known French actor/model JC Mason as her book cover model for the entire Siri's Saga book series.

Jessika Klide is a pen name and she explains the reason why this way. "I'm from LA ... Lower Alabama. The Deep South! Since I write erotic romance, and my mind is super slutty, it's just better to use a pen name. Trust me on this! ;)"

Jessika's chosen genre is New Adult Erotic Romance and the stories she writes are about true love, with lots of kinky erotica sprinkled throughout and more than one happy ending.

She married her high school sweetheart. It was love at first sight for her and she is still madly, deeply, truly in love with him. They have raised two beautiful boys, live in the country, and love to bass fish together. She grew up wearing cowboy boots and riding horses. She's a country girl with a gentlelady's demeanor.

She is active on social media sites, so check her out. She welcomes her fans with real Southern Hospitality, so chat her up. She's talkative and loves to interact with her friends.


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