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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”>After spending the last two years stuck behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, <strong>Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson</strong>’s time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge. Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed. Trying to settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are turned and the woman who framed her is out for blood. Lucky for Princess, growing up in a MC has taught her how to hold her own.</span></p>

<span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”> After spending years in hell overseas, <strong>Donavon ‘Cruz’</strong> came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs. </span>

<span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”> When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life. Trying to meet the needs of the MC business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and lives are at stake. </span>

<span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”> Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?</span>

<span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”> <strong><i>*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only.*</i></strong></span>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Sugar, you just stirred up a shit storm.” The southern drawl to his voice mixed with the smell of leather, cigarettes, and radiating testosterone would have made my pussy clench, but he ruined that by pressing a damn gun to my head.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Low, don’t.” I ignored Casey just as I always did. Quickly, I turned my body. As my arm reached back to knock the gun out of his hand, I instantly froze. The three patch rag falling on his chest was a red light flashing in my eyes. Immediately, I stopped, putting my hands in front of me. I would never touch a brother, outside of the ring that is.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>The man standing in front of me caught my breath and short-circuited my senses. His broad shoulders were covered with a skin-tight, black t-shirt and leather rag adorned with several patches that fit him like a glove. His bulging arms were covered in tattoos from the wrist up. They were flexed, one pointed the gun with precision, and the other was fisted at his side. His light caramel hair was cut short on the sides, but longer on the top, begging for a woman’s fingers to run through it. His beard was cut very short to his skin making my mouth water, wondering what it would feel like between my thighs. His sapphire eyes narrowed at me as I stared effortlessly in them, becoming entranced unable to speak.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“What the fuck is going on here?” Breaking from this man’s stare, I focused on the familiar voice I’ve missed for too long. Pops eyes swept the room quickly, and when his eyes landed on mine, the anger in them instantly faded. “What the hell’s going on?” He eyed the man with the gun pointed directly at my head and he clenched his hands into fists.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Hey, Pops,” I said, turning my eyes back to the beautiful specimen in front of me, wanting him to know that I wasn’t afraid. If I needed a bullet in my head, so be it. I wouldn’t shy away.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“You know this bitch?” the hot asshole in front of me clipped, and my lip curled slowly. If he wasn’t wearing that rag, I’d show him how much of a bitch I could be.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Put the damn gun down, Cruz,” Pops said jokingly. The anger dripping off this man’s face in front of me told me he didn’t see anything funny about this. He began to take a step closer. “Cruz. Stop!” Pops barked loudly as the other guys started walking up behind him. Cruz instantly stopped, but kept the gun on me. “Cruz, this is my daughter, Princess.”</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“Shit. Are you fucking kidding me?” Cruz’s anger was actually pretty funny, and I had to stifle the small laugh that wanted to escape. I had too much respect to let it fly. But the shocked look on his face was pretty priceless coming from a tattooed hot-ass. I probably should have told him that sooner, but what can I say … I was born a bitch.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>“No, I’m not fucking kidding you. Get the fuck away from her, and put the goddamn gun down.” Moving my head to Pops, I could see he was fuming. Whenever Pops was mad, his forehead turned bright red, and the lines throughout it became more prominent along with the vein that ticked with this heartbeat. It’s a look I always hated growing up, and it used to scare the ever-loving shit out of me.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>My eyes flicked back while Cruz took one more look at me. “If you’re still pissed later, we can meet in the ring.” I smiled my damnedest. I could see the smoke threatening to come out of his ears. Confusion laced his eyes, but I wasn’t about to explain right now. I held out my hand to Cruz, “Nice to meet ya. I’m Harlow.” He stared me down as if he was hoping he could make me combust into a million pieces. Sorry Buddy, your super powers won’t work. I’ve been here too long to let that get me.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>He tentatively lowered the gun, putting it behind his back, bringing his hand to mine. My hand slipped into his warm, rough, strong grip, a shock raced through my body, beginning at my connected hand and racing all the way through to my feet setting my body on fire. “Cruz.”</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”>Ryan Michele’s a mom and wife who works full time. She lives in the Midwest and enjoys being outside when the weather’s nice. She even helps out in the corn field when it’s necessary.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”font-size: large; color: #000000;”>Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born.  Then Wanting You and currently Ravage Me.</span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Title</strong>: <em>Salvage Her Heart</em></span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Author</strong>: <em>Shelly Pratt</em></span></p>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Expected Release</strong> <strong>Date</strong>: <em>March 1, 2014</em></span></p>

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<h5 style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Synopsis</span></h5>

<h5><span style=”color: #000000;”>Alex</span></h5>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>If women tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. People say I’m arrogant and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to me in the first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident, self-assured man who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I wanted when it came to Evie …</span>

<h5><span style=”color: #000000;”>Evie</span></h5>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>I thought he was what I wanted. I thought he would be perfect. I dreamed of my prince charming – loving me and being the one who I could tell my deepest, darkest fears to. Now all I fear is him. When I found out the truth of not only his, but my parents’ deception, all I wanted to do was run – run as far as I could from my godforsaken life and start again somewhere where nobody would know my name. In reality, I knew that wasn’t possible … well, not until I met Grayson Glines.</span>

<h5><span style=”color: #000000;”>Grayson</span></h5>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Oh, she’s cute alright, but damaged too. Not weak, though, please don’t mistake the two. This girl has fight and balls of steel. She’s got a hard stare that makes you look away, shy that she’s caught you gazing. And her eyes, man, they’re something else. What do they tell me?</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Set me free. </span></blockquote>


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<h5 style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Prologue – Alex</span></h5>

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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>**Please note – the following is unedited and remains subject to change. Worldwide copyright laws are observed.**</span></p>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>If women tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. They do like it, and do you know how I know this? They’ve all become a little too obsessed with books and movies that make masochistic males out to be the good guys. So as I tell you my side of the story, remember, I’m the good guy. Well, at the very least, I’m good-looking.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>People say I’m arrogant and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to me in the first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident, self-assured man who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I wanted when it came to Evie.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>That girl wasn’t like the others, which is probably why I took the whole game to another level and had to put a ring on her finger. I wanted her as my property. She needed to be mine to do what I wanted with; mine to control. She was a challenge. Even now I can see it in her eyes as she’s gagging on my cock. Now don’t go and get all soft on me. You think she really doesn’t want this? Bullshit. She’s a great actress, the theatrics all being part of the game. It makes it more exciting for me and her if she puts up a little resistance.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Do you know what I like best about Evie? Her mouth. She’s got these luscious lips that are full and plump. I’m preferable to her painting them with a red glossy lipstick because it gets me off to see the bright stain around my cock as she gives me head. Like the clothes she wears and the way she acts, I control everything down to her make-up. I have her wear the kind of make-up that I’m preferable to. Don’t judge. I told you, I like control.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>It’s been a long day. I’ve had conferences with clients and dinner with business partners. We’ve only just returned to our apartment in the city but my night is far from over. There will always be more work, it’s the nature of the beast. I didn’t get to being CEO of my own company by slacking off. Labouring jobs are for losers. Sure, I had a privileged upbringing and was born with the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, but I still believe in good work ethics. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and if I want to continue on my path of wealth and success then I’m damn well going to put my work before absolutely everything.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>First things first, though. Despite the lateness of the evening, I wanted a little release. I wanted those red lips on my cock, sucking me until my balls cease to ache with lust. I’m not going to stop until I’ve squirted my seed into her throat and made her swallow the whole damn lot.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Nights like these, I prefer to sit in my leather chair that faces out of the panorama glass windows that afford views over the Brisbane River. The lights of the Story Bridge twinkle back at me and the water looks dark, murky and mysterious under the night sky. I bought this apartment as a wedding gift for Evie, but for the most part I don’t think she likes it. Ungrateful springs to mind, although it could just be the company. I’m seriously laughing as I tell you that, because to be honest, I don’t give a fuck whether she likes me or not. She’s mine and that’s all that matters.</span>


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<span style=”color: #000000;”>While downing my fifth scotch for the evening, I beckon her to me. She says nothing, but she knows what I want. Forget the elephant in the room; it’s a bit hard to hide my bulging erection that I’ve freed from my pants. Most people would be worried about getting their four hundred dollar trousers dirty. Not me. That kind of money is pocket change in my world. Despite her eagerness to oblige me, there is a reason behind her willing to please. I mean come on, if you haven’t figured it out already you’re not as smart as I thought you were. Okay, I’ll spell it out for you any way. I get a little rough. Not all the time, but if you don’t give me what I want, well, let’s just say there are consequences.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>‘On your knees’. There was no need for the command, but fuck, I’ve got to say I like the sound of my own voice. It’s rich, deep, commanding and powerful. It speaks of a man who has always gotten what he wants. Evie is no exception. I wanted her then and I want her now. She obliges me by sliding to her knees, her silk stockings making it slippery on the tiles for her. She grabs my knees to steady herself before leaning forward to take me in her mouth, all the while not making eye contact with me. I let her get away with it for the minute, but my patience has limits.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Her mouth is hot and wet. It is utter delight as her lips start to move back and forth over my shaft, messily leaving behind her lipstick as she does. As she goes to work on me, I down the last of my drink before taking her carefully done braid in my grasp. Evie is definitely in my league as far as looks go. She’s got long, blonde hair that has never seen the inside of a salon. All the streaks and highlights are from time spent outdoors. Sometimes she likes to challenge me on my rule of her keeping it natural. I think her opposing opinions are merely to rile me up so that I put her in her place. Yes, I do think she secretly likes me smacking her arse. It may belittle her at the time but you can be rest assured it makes her think twice before raising the subject again. I refuse to have my wife look like some fake, tarted-up bimbo. I want her looking natural – well, except for the red lippy. The red lipstick stays.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>I’m not going to give it up easily. I’m going to make her work for it. Hell, I even zone out for a while, taking in the city that is my playground. Living and working in a town that is fast becoming a place that doesn’t sleep is like a drug. The more I immerse myself in it, the more I want to be king of this empire. Slowly but surely I’m putting other companies out of business. Pretty soon I’m going to have everything I ever dreamed of.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Evie is sucking greedily now. Not because she’s into it, because she’s not. Oh let’s be honest! She just wants me to give it up so she can get the job over and done with. I know she doesn’t mind me fucking her vanilla, but blowjobs have never been her thing. She tried to pull off me once just as I was about to come. What a mistake. She’s never tried to pull that shit again, although she still gags, the reflex an unbreakable trait. Like now, for example; even in the darkly lit living room I can see her eyes beginning to water as my dick swells against the back of her throat. I’m sure she can taste my pre-come – the salty, bitter fluid already affording her a taste of what’s to come.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>I slide a little lower in my leather seat, thrusting just that little bit more inside of her mouth. She tries to back off, although there’s no escape. Her braid that is wound tightly around my fist is tugged ever so slightly, a reminder that I have control of her head. I’m close and she knows it. I can feel her reposition my dick towards the back corner of her mouth where her molars are so she doesn’t have to taste my semen on her taste buds. If I was any kind of man, which I am, I should be rather insulted by this – which I am. And when I’m insulted, I’m not very forgiving.</span>




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<span style=”color: #000000;”>When I come, I come hard. And no, it’s not aimed at the back of her mouth like she’d have liked. Pulling her hair makes her wince and she loses some of the suction on my shaft, her lips making sucking and slurping noises as she tries to reposition me back to where she’d like me. Unfortunately for her, she’s too late. Her perfectly positioned tongue is only lapping at the eye of my cock when I blow in her mouth. I’ve got to give her credit for her spunk because she does try to pull away. Unsuccessfully, I might add. My grip on her hair forces her to remain right where she is. I keep her there until I’m licked clean. Getting a blow job is not as good as fucking her pussy, but it sure comes a close second. I never give her the satisfaction of pleasurable sounds coming from my mouth, though, because that would be giving her the green light that she has in some way pleased me. And with the knowledge that she has pleased me would give her power. Power I don’t want her to have.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>There may, or may not be tears in her eyes tonight. They have no effect on me whatsoever. I dismiss her to bathe before bed while I pour myself a refill of scotch. Twenty-two stories below, people are still walking the boardwalk that runs along the river’s edge. Some are alone, others huddled together like love birds. It’s a sentiment I’m not familiar with. My whole life is lived like a business transaction. I know I like having Evie in my life and I know I like the status of being a married man. But love, well, it’s not for me.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>In the beginning I know Evie foolishly thought that it could be that way between us. Like her parents, she was lured into the deception I was selling. Trust me when I say, no one sells lies like I do. I showed them what they wanted to see; revealed the parts of me and my life that would be desirable by a family like theirs. Each and every one of them fell hook, line and sinker. It’s laughable, really, that one family could be so gullible. I’m sure over the last three years they’ve all tried to think a way out of the Alex Stratford contract, but all I can say is, ‘Over my dead body,’ or more likely, over theirs. </span>

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<h5 style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>About the Author</span></h5>

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<span style=”color: #000000;”>S. Pratt is a multi-genre author who lives on the east coast of Australia in northern New South Wales with her husband and two children. She has a choc Labrador, Scooby-Doo, and two little mice that the kids promised they’d look after. This is now Shelly’s job, amongst other things. Things you may not know about Shelly? She has four tattoos and would love more, is only now in her 30’s becoming a wine whore and is a fiercely, loyal friend.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Shelly’s breakout novel, Ruined and companion novella, Ruining Angel are contemporary romance fiction books available on kindle and print from the Amazon store.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Sanctuary of Mine is her latest work in the New Adult Romance genre. (Graphic Design by Cover It Designs). Available NOW.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>Beloved Soul by Shelly Pratt is available through Amazon and is published through Eternal Press. Please note that Beloved Soul’s cover artwork, editing and publication are all done through Eternal Press.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>All other novels are written and published by S. Pratt. Editing acknowledgements go to those who are listed on each individual book title.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>You can find all the latest information about Shelly and her other books (in different genres) by visiting</span> <em><a href=”http://facebook.com/authorpratt”>http://facebook.com/authorpratt</a></em&gt; <span style=”color: #000000;”>or</span> <em><a href=”http://shellypratt.net/”>http://shellypratt.net</a></em&gt; <span style=”color: #000000;”>or</span> <em><a href=”http://twitter.com/authorprattster”>http://twitter.com/authorprattster</a></em&gt;


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<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Title</strong>: <em>Destroyed</em></span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Author</strong>: <em>Pepper Winters</em></span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Genre</strong>: <em>Contemporary Romance</em></span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><strong>Expected Release Date</strong>: <em>February 2014</em></span></p>

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<h5 style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Synopsis</span></h5>

<span style=”color: #000000;”>She’s a woman with a dirty secret.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> I’m complicated. Not broken or ruined or running from a past I can’t face. Just complicated. For good reason.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> I thought my life couldn’t get any more tangled in deceit and confusion. But I hadn’t met him. I hadn’t been sucked into his lies or taught to run from everything that he is. Instead, I let him ensnare me, seduce me, trap me with secrets—Hazel Hunter</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> He’s a man with a killer secret.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> I’ve never pretended to be good or deserving. Despite the shadows I live in, I’m ultimately a slave to my secrets and that gives me a free pass to chase who I want, be who I want, act how I want.</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> I didn’t have time to lust after a woman I had no right to lust after. I told myself to shut up and stay hidden. But how could I deny her? How could I deny my one chance at redemption? But then she tried to run. I’d found a cure to my existence and damned if I would let her go—Roan Fox</span>

<span style=”color: #000000;”> And secrets silently destroy them.</span></blockquote>

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<h5 style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Prologue</span></h5>


<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”><b>I</b> didn’t believe her when she said she was complicated.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>She didn’t believe me when I said I had secrets.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>I didn’t understand the truth, even when she let me glimpse behind her mask.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>She didn’t understand that I couldn’t live with the consequences.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>I thought she was a saint.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>She thought I was a sinner.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Too bad we didn’t try to find the truth.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>We both paid the price.</span></p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”><span style=”color: #000000;”>We destroyed each other.</span></p>

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<h5 align=”center”><span style=”color: #000000;”>About the Author</span></h5>

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<span style=”color: #000000;”>Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

Her debut book Tears of Tess is followed by Quintessentially Q and Twisted Together. You didn’t think Q could stop so soon, did you? Her other two titles, Last Shadow and Broken Chance will be coming soon.</span>


<h5 align=”center”><span style=”color: #000000;”>Connect with Pepper</span></h5>

<p align=”center”><a href=”http://www.readlovelust.com/www.pepperwinters.wordpress.com”>Blog</a> | <span style=”color: #000000;”>Twitter: @pepperwinters</span> | <a href=”https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pepper-Winters/539976006062848″>Facebook</a> | <span style=”color: #000000;”>Email: pepperwinters@gmail.com</span> | <a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7151973.Pepper_Winters”>Goodreads</a></p&gt;

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A Contemporary biker romance.

Maddie life has always been hard. With an absent father and a mother who is beyond help. She’s all on her own.

When her mother carks it, she has no money, and some jerk with bad breath is always hovering around her to take advantage.

So she goes to the one person who owes her a favour – her father. He’s the president of the MC Outlaws. That’s a motorcycle club. She’s never really been into that shit, but she doesn’t have a choice. And surprisingly, she’s going to come to rely on the Outlaws more than she ever expected.

Cole is one of those jackass guys who girls should keep away from at all costs. But he’s hot, and Maddie finds she can’t help herself. He’s her dad’s Vice Prez, and so goddamned hot, he’d melt the panties off a nun.

She should run, she should stay as far away from her past as she can, but instead, she keep running to that sexy biker, Cole.

Cole understands Maddie, you see – he’s damaged too. Can these two tortured souls find a way to heal each other. Will Cole be her Champion?


“Baby,” he murmurs, holding firm to my upper arms. “Don’t screw me around.”

Squirming, I glare at him boldly. “I’m not screwing you around, Cole. You should know I’m not like that.”

“Yes you are. You’ve been mind fuckin’ me from the moment you walked into this joint. Don’t go acting all innocent and shit. You know exactly what you’ve been doing.”

“Is that how you think of me?”

The leather of his jacket creaks as he leans in close to speak into my ear. So close that I can feel his lips as they brush against my lobe as he whispers. “That’s exactly how I think.”

“Then call me a prick tease and fuck off. I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.”

Chuckling, he shakes his head slowly. “Push me away all you want. But you’re mine and you know it. You were mine the moment I saw you. I know you Maddie. You don’t think anyone can know you. But I do.”

“You don’t know shit,” I grumble, placing my hands on his chest in a bid to push him away.

“Baby,” he warns, overpowering me as he moves to slide his arms around my waist, pulling me, roughly, up against him. “No more pushing me away, baby.” His voice drops to a sexy murmur as his hands slide down to grip my arse. “No more screwing around.”

I try to keep my wits about me. I don’t need this. I don’t need him. Even if he is super fucking hot. “I’m not interested in you, Cole!”

“Then why are you panting like a fucking bitch in heat?”

I pull my head back, an unimpressed look upon my face – that comment just made it easier for me to say no.

“A Bitch in heat? Is that how you get chicks to drop their panties?”

Gripping my arse a little tighter, he looks into my eyes, grinning that ridiculously sexy grin of his. “I actually like to let my tongue do the convincing.”

“Of course you do, and then you fuck them senseless. I’ve heard them screaming at night,” I bite out, sarcastically.

“Babe, I think it’s time you let my tongue convince you.”

My fingers gently brush the leather of his jacket as the image of him between my legs fills my mind. I shake it off. “In your dreams buddy.”

“Every night since I met you, baby. Every fucking night.”


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Title: Enjoy Your Stay (Sugartown #2)

Author: Carmen Jenner

Publisher: Independent

Genre: Contemporary New Adult

Release Date: March 3, 2014

Cover Designer: Frankie Rose




The last thing Holly Harris expected was to wind up nineteen, knocked-up, and all alone. When Coop left to pursue his dreams of becoming a rock god, he left a tiny piece of him behind.

Holly wishes he hadn’t.

Jackson wishes he hadn’t.

Jackson Rowe tried filling the void his family left by drinking, screwing around, and leaving a string of heartbroken women in his wake. Moving back to Sugartown should have been easy, but he hadn’t counted on the fact his sometimes attraction to Holly would still be alive and kicking—and he sure as hell hadn’t counted on her being pregnant with another man’s baby.

They drive one another crazy, and yet they can’t stay away.

When old flames resurface, and even older wounds are torn open, can two people so similar make it work? Or will their stubbornness only drive them further apart?

*Content Warning. Intended for a mature 18+ audience. Contains angst, a crap-tonne of profanity, short-tempered Australian wildlife, and some very pregnant sex.




“We gonna talk about last night?”

“No. We’re not going to talk about it. We’re not going to have a repeat performance, and we’re not talking about it.”

“Okay then.” Jackson snatches up another handful of popcorn and shovels it in his mouth before chewing with it half-opened. I swear, one day I’m going to shove my fist in there, and then maybe he’ll learn to shut the hell up. “So you don’t want me to eat you out right here on the couch?”

I drop the bowl and popcorn spills out all over my lap. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and whisper, “I hate you.”

“No you don’t. You want to, but sweetheart, you got all kinds of feelings for old Jack, and none of them are based on hatred.”

“Would you please not refer to yourself as old Jack? You sound like a paedophile.”

“Night, Hols. Old Jack’s going to take a shower before hitting the hay. I might even forget to lock the door so you don’t have to kick it down.”

“I hate you!” I scream as he saunters away chuckling.

“Sure, sweetheart, you just keep telling yourself that.”


Meet Carmen


Carmen Jenner is a thirty-something author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.

She’s also a compulsive, flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.

While Sugartown may not technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn’t have an Elijah Cade, though. If they did, you can be sure she would have never left.

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Title: Fierce
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: January 27th 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance

Fight for your dreams. Fight for your life. Fight for love. 
Nerdy girl Autumn Blakewood is the prime example of a goodie two-shoes. She studies every night, is never late for class, and always follows the rules. She has never felt the need to step out of her comfort zone. That is, until she meets Hunter. 
 Hunter Bane is a cocky, confident bad-boy, who’s nothing but trouble. He�s a dangerous distraction to everyone around him. Sexy and strong, Hunter enjoys the swooning effect he has on women. Especially those who aren’t used to attention, like Autumn. 
 Autumn finds it hard not to give into Hunter�s advances, even though it all seems like a game to him. Trying to understand him is impossible, because he shrouds himself in mystery. 
What she doesn’t know is that Hunter has more baggage than anyone should have to carry. When she discovers he’s in an illegal frat club to save the one person that matters to him, Autumn realizes this could mean the end of her undeniable connection to him. Even their lives are at risk. 
But it’s too late to turn back now …

When he
comes up the steps, his gaze is already set on that one empty spot beside me.
I�m squeezing my legs together, as he sits next to me. My instinct is to scoot
far away, but I can�t; there�s nowhere to go.
I feel
watched, which isn�t strange, considering his gray eyes are practically trying
to penetrate my skin.
Anger is
seething inside him, I don�t have to look at him to know; I can feel it flow
out of him like a radiator that�s burning up.
God, I want
to die.
He keeps
staring at me, as if he has nothing better to do. My heartbeat is rising, and
I�m starting to feel really sweaty. I don�t know why he�s doing this, but it�s
freaking me out, and I don�t like it one bit.
�Don�t you
have to pay attention?� I say, avoiding his eyes.
�To You?
His words
make my insides broil.
teacher has already started talking.� I point to the front, but Hunter doesn�t
even flinch. His eyes are still on me like a hawk zooming in on his prey.
�I don�t
I swallow,
gathering the courage to turn my head and look at him. The moment my eyes make
contact with his I�m drowning. Drowning in amazement. Drowning in fear.
Fear of the
�But your
grades �� I stammer.
He snorts,
and a smile curls the corners of his mouth while he shakes his head. �Yeah,
And all I
can do is stare.
If looks
could kill, I would be dead.
He looks so
damn handsome when he smiles. It�s like everything around us fades and all I
ever want to see is that smile. It just makes me feel good.
But when
the smile disappears, so does my mood.
darkness falling over his face unsettles me.
In his eyes
I see the hurt, the worries, the insomnia. Sleepless nights have worn down his
face, making him look saggy and dull. But I know there�s so much more inside
stories and an undiscovered world I�m intrigued by.
I want to
know what�s in there. Inside him. Why he�s so angry and sad at the same time.
A sudden
overwhelming feeling to grab him and hold him tight takes me aback.
He�s having
so much trouble in his life right now, even though I have no idea what�s going
on. I can see it in his eyes that something is so wrong. And I want to help him
get through it.
But I don�t
come any close. I don�t move one muscle.
I�m scared.
Scared of what he can do. Scared of his power, and his temper.
In my mind I
can still see his bloodshot eyes and the hateful look on his face. He was in
that fight yesterday, I�m sure of it. The only question is who was the one
instigating it.
I open my
mouth, but nothing comes out.
I can�t ask
him. I just can�t get the words to come out. I�m really chicken shit.
wrong?� he says.
I shake my
�Then why
are you looking at me like that?�
inches closer. I instinctively draw back, but he scoots even farther to my
side. I�m scared to death he wants to do something to me, and I have no idea
what, which makes it even scarier.
A devious
smile appears on his face, and it�s almost as if he�s enjoying this. Taunting
me seems like his way to pass time in class. I don�t like it one bit, but on
the other hand I�m excited as hell.
He raises
his head, and his nostrils flare. I turn my head, my breath hitching in my
throat. I can�t look when he�s doing this, entering my private space uninvited.
It feels as
though his nose is close to my hair, because there�s hot air flowing close to
my ear. And then he inhales.
Holy shit.
Is he
smelling me?
I�m frozen
in place from sheer panic, my heart beating like crazy.
No guy has
ever come this close to me.
He lets out
a huge breath afterward and chuckles softly. His breath lingers on my ear, and
a shudder runs through me.
�I like
it,� he whispers.
Oh. My.
Fucking. God.
My skin
tingles where his hot breath brushed over me. My groin clenches, and my clit thumps.
His whisper
does this to me. Just a whisper.
I never
felt like this before. I think just died inside.
muffles a laugh. It�s like he can smell my fear.
He takes in
a sharp breath and moves back to his usual spot. As if what he did just now was
the most normal thing in the world.
I�m still
shaken, my body stiff from the encounter. I feel completely naked, and I know
he�s watching me.
The look in
his eyes is like that of a boy who just did something totally against the
rules. And it�s so fucking sexy I can�t stand it.

Clarissa Wild is the erotic romance author of the Blissful Series,
The Billionaire’s Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed
Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men
and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and
learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching
all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite
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At my age, you’d think love and marriage would be on my radar. Yet, those thoughts had evaded me until now—until they came along.

Who knew two men could come in and demolish everything I thought would be my life. Now I can’t get them out of my head. It would have been fine if things were just physical—physical I can handle. It’s love and relationships that get in the way.

Love made me change. Relationships made me cheat. Now I’m here at this crossroads and all I can say is, “What now?”



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