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Anteprima Inedito – Book Blitz “Silver Fox” by Misha Elliott

Gestore articoli di Patty e Cinzia — Tue, 23 Jan 2018 15:00:55 +0000

Silver Fox

by Misha Elliott Publication Date: February 5, 2018 Genres: Contemporary, Romance

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Jill Caldwell and Richard Sisk’s lives were both irrevocably changed at the age of 17.

A chance meeting and long-term friendship lead them into a love story that should never be.

Their love affair is an erotic passionate meld of lust and understanding—It’s also taboo.

But age is irrelevant when love enters the heart.

Misha Elliott is an old movie watching, wine drinking, book-lover. Once a northerner she now calls the Lone Star state her home. She can’t remember a time when books weren’t a part of her life. Writing gives her a reason to talk to the voices in her head. When she isn’t writing you will find her talking about books with friends or at the beach with her toes in the sand.

Misha is represented by SBR Media. Please contact Stephanie Phillips for any foreign, film, or audio rights questions at stephanie@sbrmedia.com

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Inedito – Book Blitz “Her Devoted Hero” by Caitlyn O’Leary (#2 Black Dawn)

Gestore articoli di Patty e Cinzia — Fri, 10 Nov 2017 14:00:58 +0000

Title: Her Devoted Hero Series: Black Dawn #2 Author: Caitlyn O’Leary Genre: Military Romance Release Date: September 25, 2017

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Navy SEAL Dex Evans has a problem. His buddies think it’s a riot when they sign him up for a dating service behind his back. But who would have thought that with a profile like SailorBoy69 he’d snag a woman who was hysterically funny and gorgeous. Too bad she was also skittish as all hell. Dex fears that when she finds out his profile was a set-up, his happily ever after could sink to the bottom of the ocean.Single mother, Kenna Wright was in way over her head. She’d spent years putting her child first while ignoring her needs. So what was she thinking responding to the flirtatious email? Luckily for her, when she is stuck on a project with Dex, he’s even better in person than he’d been on his online profile. But can she believe this sexy SEAL when he says he’s looking for more than a fling?When one of her co-workers is murdered and it looks like Kenna might be the next one in the killer’s crosshairs, Dex is determined to keep her safe. But with a target on her back, it’s really hard to keep a shield over her heart.

……. Hello SailorBoy69, SNMP stands for So Not Mary Poppins. Take it to heart. My photo is me, but it’s pretty much a fake, since it took me two hours and twenty dollars worth of product to achieve the look. If we were to meet in person, I probably wouldn’t look anywhere close to this, so soak in this picture. Actually, don’t worry, we won’t meet, but I’ll get to that. Here’s me in a nutshell. I live in the good part of town because I work my ass off handling my full-time job as a nurse, plus a part-time gig, that’s so my son can go to school in a decent school district. Being a good mother is the most important thing in my life, so I have no earthly idea why I’m responding to your profile since I don’t have time to date. Did I mention I have a kid, two jobs and really don’t look like this? I like the fact that you’re serving our country. That’s part of the reason I’m reaching out to you. But the real reason I’m writing, is that I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure you won’t respond, so this is a safe letter to write. I can feel good that I’ve finally put myself out there, without enduring the humiliation of a first date, which I’ll fail at, because I’ll never in a million years figure out how to reach this level of pretty again. But in all seriousness, I wanted to take aim for a good guy, and you’re it. I like the fact you’re in the Navy. I like the fact, that you work with disenfranchised kids. I think you’re a nice man. Hell, I don’t even care if that’s not your real picture, because responsible men do it for me. Of course in my world they’re like mythical unicorns, they just don’t exist, at least not for me. But the dream of a responsible man makes my panties damp. See I can say this safely, cause you’re not going to respond, and I’m never going to meet you. So, that’s my story SailorBoy69. Just know that out there in this big bad world a woman thinks you’re pretty exceptional, except for the atrocious cyber name you’ve given yourself of course. Now, if you have a thought of responding, for God’s sake don’t. Remember, it’s me. I have a kid, two jobs, and I’ll look like crap, and you’ll ruin the fantasy. ― Signed, So Not Mary Poppins

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Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.Her Series Include:

THE FOUND

It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.MIDNIGHT DELTA

This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.FATE HARBOR

This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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Inedito – Book Blitz “Baby Daddy” by Nelle L’Amour

Gestore articoli di Patty e Cinzia — Thu, 17 Aug 2017 13:00:55 +0000

Title: Baby Daddy Author: Nelle L’Amour Genre: Romantic Comedy Standalone Full Length Novel Release Date: May 15, 2017

FREE in Kindle Unlimited. And ONLY $.99 for a limited time only! The new STANDALONE romantic comedy from the New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN and UNFORGETTABLE.

Blurb I have three cardinal rules: Never mixbusiness with pleasure Never let a woman spend the night. Never date a woman with kids. Kids freak me out. God only knows how many this baby daddy has. Man, what was I thinking when I was in college? Me, Drake Hanson. God’s gift to women. Aka Donor 5262. It was a piece of cake and fifteen hundred dollars a month for my deposits (in sperm bank speak) came in handy. Wank, bank, and go. I just didn’t think about the consequences. One day, some kid is going to call me Daddy and I’m going to get hit up for child support. Big time. Now, my father is pressuring me to settle down because the investor who’s looking to acquire his animation company doesn’t want a player running a family-oriented business. Just in time, she came along. The temp. Dee Walker. The minute the hot as sin brunette with her killer curves and those chocolate brown eyes stepped foot in my office and saved me from an ugly disaster with her magic hands, I wanted her to be mine. Except she’s totally off limits. And there’s someone else she loves with all her heart and soul that I can’t replace. Can my temp become my forever before my past catches up with me? I’m willing to break all the rules.

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With Tyson skating on her own close to the railing and Drake by her side, the twosome skated over to me. “Mommy, skating is SO much fun! You should try it!” “She’s right,” Drake chimed in. “I’m afraid I’ll fall.” “But, Mommy, you have a big butt so it won’t hurt.” Mortification raced through me. I felt myself turning as red as a beet. Kids say the darndest things, right? Wrong! My sassy almost six-year-old had no filter. Drake broke out into hysterical laughter. I clenched my fists. I wanted to punch him. “It’s not funny.” “Dee, you have a great butt. Now, get your ass on the ice.” “C’mon, Mommy,” Ty pleaded. “Please, pretty please with a cherry on top.” Drake’s laughter let up. “Mighty, why don’t you take a spin around the rink? You’re ready to skate all by yourself. Stay close to the railing and hold on to it if you have to.” “Yay!” On my next breath, she took off. My breath caught in my throat, but she seemed to be managing just fine. Drake stayed behind. All that separated us was the waist-high railing. He leaned into me. His sparkling blue eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and mischief while his warm breath heated my cheeks. His hands tugged playfully at the ends of my wool plaid scarf. “Aren’t you going to skate with Tyson?” He glanced in her direction. She was already halfway around the rink. “She’s doing just fine by herself. She’s a total natural. She reminds me of myself at that age. I took, like her, to the ice like a penguin.” “But what if she falls?” He shrugged. “She’ll get up.” He tugged again at my scarf. “C’mon, Dee, get your big beautiful butt on the ice.” “No way.” “That does it.” My eyes stayed on him as he skated with amazing grace and speed to the entrance of the rink, stormed off the ice, and marched my way. In a single swoop, he hauled me over his shoulders. “What the hell are you doing, Drake?” “Getting you on the ice,” he responded, marching back to the entrance, one hand gripping me right below my ass. “Put me down!” I began to kick my feet in protest. “Behave! And stop kicking. Skate blades are sharp and can be very dangerous. I don’t want you to cut off my dick. I’d like to keep it intact. And the same with my balls.” Rage filled every bone in my body. The asshole! He’d made me his captive like some kind of caveman. “Stop,” I shrieked at the top of my lungs as he marched us back on the ice and then raced around the rink at breakneck speed. We quickly caught up with Tyson. “Hi, Mommy!” she yelled out as we flew by. I could hear her giggling as the whooshing sound of Drake’s skates sung in my ears. Speeding around the ice, draped over Drake’s shoulder, I was getting dizzy. My arms hung loose like a ragdoll’s within groping distance of his perfect buns of steel. Blood rushed to my head. I’d had enough. “Put me down!” I breathed out. “Are you ready to stop acting like a brat?” “I am not a brat!” Without warning, he swatted my ass with his free hand. The slap stung straight through my thick leggings, but the incendiary sting strangely turned me on. A barrage of tingles blazed through me, clustering between my inner thighs. “Put me down,” I yelled again. He didn’t say a thing. Coming to a braking halt that left a skid mark on the ice, he set me on my feet. Standing behind me, he kept his hands anchored on my waist to keep me balanced. I stood as frozen as the ice, hoping he’d never let me go. Partly because I was nervous as shit. And mostly because it felt so good to have his hands touching me. The sparks coursing through my body were definitely not going to help with skating. “Okay, I’m going to teach you how to skate. Trust me, you’re going to be the next Dorothy Hamill.” I couldn’t help a nervous laugh. “I. Don’t. Think. So.” He laughed his sexy laugh. “Think again.” “Seriously, Drake, I don’t think I can do this.” “Come on. If your five-year-old daughter can, so can you.” My eyes darted to Tyson, who was circling around the rink. Her strokes were a little awkward, but she was definitely skating. And doing it well. “Tyson is fearless,” I countered. “What are you afraid of?” he breathed into my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a chill down my spine. “Of falling.” Of falling for you. “You won’t. I’ve got you. Now push off with one foot and then the other.” Trembling, I did what he asked. My legs wobbled, but I moved three feet forward. A small victory on the slippery ice. “Nice. Now do it again. But this time push from your hips, not your knees.” “Okay,” I stammered. I did as he asked and noticed how much steadier and more powerful my strokes were. Still holding me firmly, he asked me to repeat the movements and I did so several more times. I’d probably skated a total of twenty feet. “You’re doing great!” He let go of me with one hand. Gah! Don’t let go of me. And then he tugged at my ponytail before repositioning himself so that we were side by side. He laced his fingers with mine. My heart pounding, I squeezed his hand. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice as contorted as my face. “What does it look like? I’m holding your hand. We’re going to skate around the rink.” “No, I’m not ready for this!” I protested. “I want to get off the ice.” “Fine. You can get off by yourself. I’m going for a spin. See ya.” To my utter horror, he let go of my hand and skirted off—skating backward, no less, the damn showoff, facing me with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face. “Please, Drake,” I begged. My begging only made his grin grow bigger. “Please what?” “Please don’t leave me.” I’m not sure if he heard me because my voice was so shaky and small. His grin morphed into a wicked smile, and in a few frantic heartbeats, he was again by my side. His fingers entwined with mine once more. How warm his hand felt next to my cold and clammy one. He gave my hand a little squeeze. “I’m never going to leave you, D-baby.” My heart jumped. He called me baby. He probably called every girl that, but the way he said it so tenderly made me think I was the first. Following his lead, I began to skate with more confidence. Loving every minute of our togetherness. For about the next five or so minutes, we circled the rink, Drake holding my hand, me improving with each stroke. Once or twice I turned to look at him, and somehow at those moments, his gaze met mine. No words were spoken. Just silent smiles. Midway around the rink, my baby called out to me. “Look, Mommy. No hands!” Half elated, half fearful, I craned my head in her direction, losing focus on my strokes. Suddenly, one of my blades caught with Drake’s and my heart lurched in my chest at that horrible sensation that I—we?—were taking a tumble. “Shit,” I heard Drake mumble as the inevitable happened. On my next rapid heartbeat, I was flat on my back on the ice and he was splayed on top of me. We were a breath apart, his heart beating against mine. The warmth of his body caging mine was a sharp contrast to the cold ice beneath me. “Are you okay?” he asked, the heat of his breath warming my cheeks. “Yeah. You?” “Totally.” I gazed at his face. His lips were parted, his eyes smoldering. The heat of his body was melting the ice beneath me. Melting the distance that separated us. The weight of Drake’s body kept me from moving. “Can you help me up?” “Not yet. I like being on top of you.” I like you on top too. “It can’t be that hard—” “Yeah, it is that hard. Very hard.” He rocked his hips against me. Gah! It was hard. Very, very hard. His eyes blazing into mine, he traced my lips with his fingertip and then leaned in closer until I could practically taste his minty breath. I could feel my heart pounding, hear my breathing grow labored. My lips parted, partly because I needed to get oxygen into my lungs and partly because I wanted him to devour them. I wanted him to kiss me so badly I could scream. As his lips were about to touchdown, a little voice caused us both to jolt. Tyson. Giggling, she skated up to us. “You guys look so funny!” Yes, we were a tangled pile of arms and legs. But it was more than just the physical. Our emotions were all tangled up too. “I’m hungry,” said my little girl. Drake’s eyes burned into mine. “Me too.” “Me three.” I’d never hungered for a man as much as I did for my new boss, Drake Hanson. I should have felt relieved that Tyson didn’t catch us kissing, but instead I felt bereft.

Author Bio

I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by my past life. To learn about my new releases, sales, and giveaways, please sign up for my newsletter and follow me on social media. I love to hear from my readers.

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Inedito – Book Blitz “The Big O” by Nelle L’Amour

Gestore articoli di Patty e Cinzia — Fri, 04 Aug 2017 14:00:17 +0000

Title: The Big O Author: Nelle L’Amour Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: August 4, 2016

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From New York Times Bestselling author Nelle L’Amour, a new sizzling STANDALONE that’s guaranteed to make your panties melt! The first time Owen King sets eyes on her, she’s in a focus group, biting into a cream-filled donut and having the most orgasmic reaction he’s ever seen. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries out. He’s instantly obsessed. Aspiring actress, Olive Cumming, has just lost her waitressing job and can’t pay her rent. But when the CEO of Donut King steps out from behind the one-way mirror and hires the curvy respondent to be his assistant, things are about to change. Big time. Love at first sight has never been a reality for jaded, overworked Owen. And for sweet overweight Olive, love has never been within her reach. But when fate steps in, the king finds his unexpected princess, not knowing that someone is waiting in the shadows to keep them apart.

WARNING: Be prepared for over-the-top insta-love, a bit of kinky fun, and some yummy food play. This sugar-coated full-length novel is just waiting for you to take a bite.

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Excerpt I couldn’t focus behind my closed door. Thanks to the focus group, I had a shitload of emails to answer and problems to solve, ranging from what we should name our new caramel custard donut to deciding whether we should shut down our New Haven store. All I could think about was her. My beautiful princess, Olive Cumming. “Olive…Olive…Olive.” Oh, how I loved saying her name out loud. It took my breath away and made my cock stand at full attention. I’d never met a woman like her before. Most of them were wafer-thin models and starlets who viewed my donuts like vermin. I was a big man with an even bigger appetite, but somehow these women, no matter how gorgeous or glamorous they were, never sated it. They wanted my money more than they wanted me. But, Olive…she was different. She reminded me of my late mother—a big, beautiful woman, who had an insatiable appetite for life. And she was so wholesome, pure, and sweet. An innocent virgin. I was still shocked by her confession. Rather than turning me off, it turned me on. She was mine. Only mine. I’d heard about falling in love at first sight, but thought it was some bullshit myth. But it had happened to me. Untrusting, jaded Owen King, The Donut King. I was the first man to deflower her and now I owned her. And was going to protect her to the day I died. My princess just didn’t know it yet. As I stared blankly at my computer screen, I thought about summoning her to my office and fucking her over my desk. My cock strained against my pants at the thought of her delicious ass in the air. But she had her work cut out for her and I vowed to keep the door that separated us closed. Instead, I began to fantasize what she looked like with her clothes off. Mentally, I undressed her, piece by piece, and began to imagine her butt-naked in my mind’s eye. Her luscious curves, those big fucking tits, her shapely legs all tied together by her creamy alabaster skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined licking her everywhere, the sound of her sweet moans filling my ears. I thought more about her ample breasts, envisioning them as two mounds of soft dough I could knead in my hands. And at the thought of her nipples, my balls tightened with want. There was no doubt in my mind they were pink donut-shaped buds puckered with sprinkles that would harden beneath my touch and make me lust after her. I yearned to twirl them, tweak them, suck them, and lick them. Imagining this scenario, I cupped my hand over my hard, hungry cock, buried under my trousers, and began to jerk off. Stroking myself, I leaned back in my desk chair and reveled in the sensation. “Sir…” Snapping my eyes open, I immediately straightened up. Olive! I thought my cock would have a heart attack. “Yes?” My beauty. My princess. My love. “I put together a file with the information you need.” My eyes darted to the thick folder in her hand. “If you don’t mind me saying, I think ZAP! is the perfect advertising agency.” “And why is that, Olive?” “Because the founder and CEO, Jaime Zander, is on the cutting edge. He totally transformed his wife’s company, Gloria’s Secret, into a global force.” “The lingerie company?” “Yes. I love that store. I wish I could shop there, but I can’t afford it.” “And why else do you think ZAP! would be right for us?” “Because based on what I read, Mr. Zander works quickly and efficiently and always stays on budget.” Fuck. Not only was she sexy as hell, but she could also think. Digest information, something none of my previous assistants could do as the only thing they wanted to digest was my cum. “Thank you, Olive. Just put the folder on my desk.” My eyes stayed on her as she did as I asked. Holy shit. Those delectable tits, so alive with their bounce, as she strutted my way. Her days of not affording Gloria’s Secret were over. I was going to order sexy lace bras in every color—along with matching panties—and make them part of her job uniform. “Anything else, sir?” she asked as she set the folder down. Bend over and spread your legs. And let me fuck you over my desk. What the hell was wrong with me? My hormones burned through me. Fucking love.

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I am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with herPrince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royalpain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry witha prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to mycredit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I stillenjoy playing with toys with myhubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’mHollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make youlaugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired bymy past life. To learn about my new releases, sales, and giveaways, please sign up for my newsletterand follow me on social media. I love to hear from my readers. Author Links

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