Just A Fool In Love Blog Event #Authors #AmWriting #Giveaway

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All books have them… that dark moment when all seems lost for the couple we’ve come to adore. But, after they pull through whatever obstacle standing in their way, they come out stronger and more in love than before. We always celebrate the victories. In April, I’m highlighting the struggle. Without it, our beloved couples wouldn’t be the same.

Or, maybe they would. But the dark moments are a bit exciting, aren’t they?! All April long I’ll share those moments from some of our favorite books. So, authors, if you’d like to share your dark moments on my blog, please email me: sirenallen@gmail.com

Subject of email: Fool In Love
Include:
-Book cover and 1 teaser as an attachment.
-Blurb and your dark moment excerpt as an attachment. (Excerpt no longer than 2000 words.)
-Buy links, author links, author bio.
ALL ROMANCE GENRES WELCOME. POSTS NEEDED BY APRIL 4TH.

Join early because spots may fill up fast. Posts will be scheduled for every Wednesday and Saturday in April. There’ll be a giveaway provided by me and your social media links will be included in the rafflecopter. This event is FREE.

All I ask in return is that you share posts by the participating authors on at least one of your social media sites. Cross promo is key to having a great blog event. If you have a newsletter, I ask that you share the event in your newsletter also.

Oh, and feel free to leave out certain parts of the excerpt if you feel it’ll give away too much of the plot. All we need is a teaser to let us know that something dark is coming or happening to our beloved couple. Email me if you have any questions about this event!

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Her Dream Lover by Siren Allen #InLust #Paranormal #Giveaway #TheDarkestLegion

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Welcome to the Madly In Lust Blog Event. Today we’re featuring a seductive scene from my paranormal romance, Her Dream Lover. Enjoy this little bit of naughtiness. And it’s definitely NAUGHTY. You’ve been warned!

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Every time she closes her eyes, he’s there…waiting for her.

Working night shift at a mental hospital was never Brandi Connelly’s dream job, but in order to pay her grandmother’s medical bills she’s willing to do whatever she has to. Her new job seems like a piece of cake, there is only one thing keeping her from enjoying it – Draken Barrand, a patient.

Thoughts of her patient haunt her night and day and she’s too embarrassed to tell anyone about the strange dreams she’s having about him. Partly because she’s afraid they will think she’s crazy…mostly because the things that go on while she’s sleeping make her blush.

As the nightly visions become all too real she’s afraid they’re not dreams at all. If these nightly fantasies are real, that means everything her dream lover has told her is real, which means that the little mating ritual she so excitedly participated in was real. Soon she will change into a demon and there is nothing she can do about it.

Claimed and marked, she now belongs to a creature of the night. There’s just one up side to this – he’s trapped behind the walls of a mental institution. That means she has time to figure out a way to stop the change… well, she would’ve had time, if her mate hadn’t broken out of his cell.

He’s tired of being alone.

Draken Barrand is determined to claim his mate. There’s just one problem – he’s unlawfully trapped behind the walls of a mental institution. The only way he can reach her is through her dreams, where he claims her and marks her as his own. But his mate’s life is threatened when the Leader of his Legion finds out about his unlawful mating.

Will Draken be able to break free of his cell in time to save his woman? If he does, will she finally accept him as the man of her dreams and her reality?
 
 
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She held her breath as he touched her between her legs. Arousal shot through her.
“So wet,” he mumbled against her navel. “So ready.” His tongue dipped into her belly button.
Yes, she was so ready. It had been two years since she’d made love and the only lover she’d ever had was her ex. He liked to do all the work, liked to feel in control. So usually she just lay there and enjoyed, somewhat, the things he did to her.
He was never this thorough or…
All thoughts of her ex were destroyed when Draken slipped a finger inside of her. Her hips jerked. There was no way she was going to be able to stay still while he did those things to her.
Her body was on fire, burning from the inside out. Draken slid his finger in deeper and Brandi moaned at the feel of him pushing into her. He used his thumb to apply pressure to her clitoris as he slipped his finger in and out of her.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, continuing to explore her flesh. Brandi rotated her hips. His fingers slipped deeper into her.
“So wet,” he said again. “Wet for me. Only me. I could watch you like this all day, every day.” Draken continued to work her body with his fingers while he kissed and nibbled his way from her navel to the red curls of her sex. “Open your eyes.”
Brandi barely heard what Draken was saying to her. His words didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was what he was doing to her body with his fingers. She loved it, she needed this. Her body needed this. Brandi lifted her hips, causing his fingers to delve deeper into her.
“Open your eyes baby.”
She heard him that time. Brandi opened her eyes. Breathe and swallow she told herself.
Her dream lover was between her open legs, mouth hovering above the entrance of her body. Draken inhaled her scent then closed his eyes groaning.
“I need to taste you.” He opened his eyes. Using his shoulder, he nudged her legs open wider. “I need to taste you here,” he pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her juices over her clit.
There was nothing for her to say. The only thing she could do was watch, in anticipation of what was coming next. Draken brought his face closer to her heat. So close that she could feel his breath on her p*ssy.
He placed a kiss on her tiny bud then leaned back to stare at her quivering flesh. He leaned forward again and rubbed his tongue over her clitoris. One long swipe, that was all. It set her body on fire.

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Blackthorne by Lynn Cooper #InLust #Romance #KindleUnlimited

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Welcome to the Madly In Lust Blog Event. Today we’re featuring a seductive scene from Lynn Cooper’s romance, Blackthorne. Enjoy the ride!

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If I was as smart as the records at Bennington All-Girls Private School say I am, I would go off to college, get a degree and meet a nice, young, scholarly man. A safe, low-key man who would love me and give me children. A man who isn’t wild, edgy and dark. A man who isn’t way older than me, who isn’t more dangerous, powerful and exciting than he should be. A man who isn’t a gun-for-hire. I guess it’s true what they say: good girls are drawn to bad boys. And they don’t come any more badass than Carson Tanner Blackthorne.

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First order of business: put as much distance between me and Paisley Lang Meadows as possible. She’s a good girl, sweet and innocent. The kind of woman a man like me could corrupt with a single touch. No matter how strong the attraction is between us, she and I are not happening. I’m no good for her. She peers up at me with those big brown eyes, and I know she sees me as a hero—her savior—but she deserves better than a paid killer. I would give anything to bury myself in her heat and purity. Between her thighs there’s redemption. I can feel it. But I refuse to sacrifice Paisley in order to save myself.

Blackthorne is an emotionally-intense, standalone romance that is not intended for the faint of heart. It’s a rollercoaster of desire and danger, lust and love, passion and protection. It will warm your soul, curl your toes and leave you breathless. Enjoy the ride.

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Opening the mini-fridge, I pull out a bottle of champagne and two perfectly-chilled glasses. I pour them half full and hand her one. She frowns but takes the fluted glass. Before bringing it to her cute, pouty mouth, she says, “You’re not slipping me a Ruffie, are you?”

I shake my head and chuckle. “No, Little Lamb. I want you good and alert for what’s in store.”

She takes a long sip. I imagine it’s for courage as much as thirst.
“And just what is that, Mr.—I mean, Carson?”

Without answering her, I take her glass and set it on the nightstand alongside mine. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her body was made for caressing, touching. For my touch. Her once tiny nubbins have blossomed into bountiful breasts I’m dying to fill my hands and mouth with. To bury my face in.

Her hips call out for a vise-like grip, for my fingertips to dig in them while I take her from behind. And God help me, but the damp, dark, triangle of curls ghosted against the nearly-translucent fabric of that damn tunic is driving me mad. I can’t wait to tangle my fingers in her bush and smooth it back to reveal the wet heat of her womanhood. Unable to hold myself in check a moment longer,

I grab the hem and rip it clear to the neckline. The torn pieces fall to either side of her torso, revealing the creamy, flawless skin of youth. Paisley gasps and scurries up the mattress, pressing herself hard against the headboard like a frightened mouse.

“Come now,” I say, sitting down beside her. “Am I to believe a sassy, grown-ass woman who purposely foregoes a bra and panties is really as bashful as all this?”

She nods.

“You really are a lousy liar,” I say, grabbing her by the ankles and jerking her back down the mattress.

Her whole body quivers in expectation, and her voice becomes so low and small I can barely hear her. “Are you going to fuck me now?” she asks, biting her lower lip. The sight of it caught between her teeth makes me want to nip it with my own.

“No. I’m going to taste you,” I say, leaning over her.

“Where?” She’s whimpering now.

Placing a finger beneath her delicate chin, I tilt her face up. “Here,” I growl before covering her mouth with mine. She tastes like sweet peaches and fizzy champagne. I can feel her perfect, pink nipples pebbling against my chest as I kiss her soft and easy, hot and deep. She opens her lips to my probing tongue.

Her warm, breathless sighs are a sign of submission passing from her mouth to mine, and I eagerly swallow them down. Even knowing I have to send her away doesn’t mute my need for her acceptance. She has to want what I do to her, or it’s no good. My tongue surges against hers then I grasp her lower lip between my teeth one final time before nibbling her neck.

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Price: .99 cents or Free with Kindle Unlimited.
Amazon Universal Link: http://hyperurl.co/c4pie3

Author Links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-Cooper-Writes-Romances-386005534933638/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/WritesRomances
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Nowhere To Run by M’Renee Allen #InLust #Suspense #Erotic

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The Madly In Lust Blog Event continues with a steamy scene from Nowhere To Run, by M’Renee Allen. Be warned, there’s a whole lot of steaminess ahead. Enjoy and be sure to enter the Madly In Lust giveaway!

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“I need to touch you,” he told her, reaching for her.

Melanie stepped back under the hot spray of the water and let it wash the rest of the suds away. Soap free, she turned the shower off then moved closer to him. “I want you to touch me.”

He reached for her.

She took a step back. “Tongue only,” she told him.

His gaze became heated as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He gripped her hips and pushed her back until she was pressed against the shower wall. He lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder.

Gripping his hair for balance, Melanie closed her eyes as his lips wrapped around her clit. Flames of desire leapt over her skin. His tongued twirled around her clit, making delicious circles around her tiny bud. She moaned his name when he ground his mouth against her.

She gripped his head and held him there as she lifted her hips and fu**ed his face. His hands slipped from her hips and curved around her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth. Up and down she lifted her hips as he licked her.

“So sweet,” he whispered against her before sliding his tongue between her wet folds.

She could feel her orgasm approaching. Moving her hips faster she chased it down, wanting to come in his mouth the same way he’d came in hers. Her thighs shook, hips jerked, knees grew weak.

She was close, so close.

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How did a text message lead to blood on her hands?

Melanie Pittman never should’ve responded to the message her boss sent, demanding she join the festivities at his mansion. With her job on the line, she showed up, only to flee moments later, covered in her boss’s blood.
And his son had watched her flee.

She’d known his willingness to not turn her in was too good to be true. Now he’s blackmailing her: sex for silence. The only thing making this situation worse was the fact that she enjoyed the things he did to her. The way he handled her body, the dirty things he said to her, she loved it all, even though she knew he would never think of her as anything other than a toy he could play with, manipulate. He held her freedom in his hands.

And now his older, more ruthless brother knows what she’s done.

What will it take to keep him silent?

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US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N233EBM/
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01N233EBM/
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N233EBM/

Book 2: Nowhere To Hide coming in July.

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The Plot by Melinda De Ross #InLust #Suspense #Romance #MarchMadness

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Happy first day of March and welcome to the Madly In Lust Blog Event. Today’s Madly In Lust author is Melinda De Ross and she’s sharing a steamy scene from her romantic suspense novel, The Plot. Enjoy and be sure to enter the Madly In Lust giveaway!

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REALITY IS NOT A FAIRYTALE. CAN A VICTIM OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING HAVE A HAPPY ENDING AFTER YEARS OF ABUSE AND DEGRADATION? ESPECIALLY WHEN HER ONLY FOCUS IS GETTING PAYBACK…

At eighteen, Yoko Hirano falls into the tentacles of a human trafficking organization and is forced into prostitution. Her first sexual experience is close to a rape, so she becomes traumatized and her opinions about men are low and unflattering. She uses her charms only as means of manipulation.

Four years later she meets the tall, dark and charming antique dealer Mark Chandler. They both acknowledge reluctantly the complicated chemistry between them, but Yoko’s grand scheme of things doesn’t involve falling in love, nor does she think Mark would want her if he found out about her past. To get revenge and prevent other girls from sharing her fate, she plans to ruin the Chinese triad that has destroyed her life and innocence.

However, she doesn’t realize that Mark can be an asset in her plans of bringing down the powerful mobster Michael Chen and his interlopers. Together, they make a quite formidable pair…

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“I’m not a porcelain doll, Mark. Please don’t treat me as one. Kiss me like you mean it.”

He needed no further encouragement to draw her against him and lower his mouth on hers, with a low sound of need and desire. His tongue slid boldly between her lips and was welcomed by her own. This primal mating ritual made her body yield and gravitate toward him, as he lowered her onto her back and his body half-covered hers.

As their mouths played carnal games, she could feel his erection against her hip, straining the fabric of his jeans. Oddly, she didn’t feel repulsed or afraid, but felt an acute need to get closer, to fit against him, around him.
Suddenly, he tore his mouth away from hers, breathing heavily.

His eyes were smoky with arousal and his struggle for self control was almost palpable when he said gruffly, “I’d better go.”

She didn’t hesitate this time when she looked up into his face.
“Stay,” she pleaded.

He stared at her inquisitively for a long moment before he asked, “Are you sure?”

Yoko didn’t need words to convey her feelings. She slid her fingers up through his hair and drew his mouth back to hers. Her decision of abandoning herself to him completely had been taken long ago.

He kissed her passionately, sending his tongue deep into her mouth and making shivers of arousal run through her body. His weight on top of her was something wonderful and thrilling.

She dragged his jacket off his shoulders and threw it on the floor, letting her hands drift over him, enjoying the ripple of his back muscles. The ends of his hair fell over her forehead, and she was amazed that even this feathery touch could bring her pleasure.

When he brushed his lips and teeth over her neck, her bones seemed to liquefy and she dug her fingers into his hard biceps. She was overwhelmed by his virility, which made her extremely aware of her own femininity. She sensed he was still restraining himself and appreciated the gesture, even as it frustrated her.

His hand glided down to cup her breast, caressing it with soft, sinuous motions. When his mouth descended to the distended peak and surrounded it through the soft material of her dress, a moan vibrated in her throat.

Mark’s hand found the zipper at her back and tugged at it, slowly peeling the fabric off her shoulders, torso and arms, his lips and tongue discovering every inch of skin revealed.

Before she even realized it, the dress was gone and she was left in a pair of white lace panties. Mark knelt on the bed to gaze at her, and she was enthralled, lost in his dark eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “I want you so much. But I don’t want to use you, Yoko. I want you because you’re beautiful, and sweet, and smart, and sexy. I want to love you, to worship you. I want to give myself to you, completely.”

Her chest tightened with emotion. She was spellbound by his words and by his gaze locked on hers. When he began unbuttoning his shirt, all she could think of was how gorgeous he was and how much she loved him. His chest was broad and powerful, sexily dusted with dark hair.

His muscles were subtly defined under the taut, tanned skin. She yearned to graze her teeth over his dark nipples and trace the fine lines that delineated his hard pectorals and flat abdomen. Even his navel looked delicious. She longed to dip her tongue into it.

When he stretched out over her again and took her mouth, she knew she was giving him not only her body, but her soul as well. Decades from now she would remember and cherish this moment. She reached down and unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his jeans and helped him discard them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxers.

Even that was too much, in her opinion. His strong thighs fit between her own and she pressed herself to his rigid erection, in an instinctive movement that made her blood run hot and her sex become damp.

A low groan escaped from Mark’s chest to hers, as he continued kissing her hungrily. His hands were all over her. He renewed the path of kisses down her body, making her gasp with excitement.

When he reached the waistband of her panties, he slipped them off her legs, then traced kisses up her thighs until his breath hovered over her center. An indescribable shiver jolted through her at the first touch of his mouth, and she tensed.

Mark sensed the movement. He looked up, his hands still holding her hips.
“What’s the matter?”

Yoko’s breaths were rapid and choppy. She knew she didn’t make any sense when she said, “I never… I mean, no one’s ever… You don’t have to…”

A smile stretched his sensual mouth.
“I’m glad to hear that I’m the first one to kiss your lips. Twice,” he added wickedly and bent his head over her.

She didn’t manage to utter any coherent sounds after that, lost in the mind-blowing sensations his mouth was coaxing from her body. His tongue flicked and stroked, circled and soothed until she surrendered completely, letting the wave of pleasure rise and carry her with it to the first peak of fulfillment she’d ever experienced.

It was several dazed moments later her ears stopped ringing and she stared up at Mark, who was kissing her mouth gently.

“God, this was… I’ve never…” she repeated, feeling silly for not making any sense.

But he just smiled down at her and laid a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“I know.”

She realized his sex was still hard and throbbing, pressing against her lower abdomen. To her astonishment, fresh desire pumped through her and she adjusted their bodies so the tip of his penis slipped inside her. His breath accelerated, but he only pushed an inch into her, as though trying to control himself. She could feel him quivering with need and hot-blooded arousal.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered and lowered her hands to his buttocks, drawing him deeper.

Pleasure arrowed through her when he slid inside her with a gruff moan. He began to move, tentatively at first, then harder, faster, deeper. With each thrust he touched chords she didn’t know she possessed, until a brain-melting orgasm jolted through her from head to toe, just as she felt him climax deep inside her. They held on to one another as waves of unspeakable satisfaction shook them both, echoing from one’s body to the other and back in the exquisite aftermath.

It was a long while before Yoko managed to turn her head to her lover’s ear and whisper, “Now I know why they call it ‘making love’.”

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Google Play: goo.gl/j7eMTi

Author biography:

Melinda De Ross is an international author of Romanian origin. She writes in two languages, and her books combine the elegance specific to the European style with the modern appeal of the American culture. She has a Law degree and has been a professional target shooter for over a decade. Her favorite genre to read and write in is Romance, and anytime she prefers to watch a classic movie instead of going to a noisy club.
She loves to hear from her readers, and you can find her at:
http://melindadeross.com/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Melinda-De-Ross/513999791983330
https://twitter.com/melinda_de_ross
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7163748.Melinda_De_Ross

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Spotlight: Blood Lust by DJ Shaw

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Happy Monday. Today, I’m shining the spotlight on DJ Shaw’s novella, Blood Lust. Enjoy!

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Catriogwyn Stacey has been around for two hundred thirteen years and has seen a lot in that time. When her Great-Great-Niece, the last of her living family, dies she discovers there’s more than she thought. Will her family secrets consume her?

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When she came to, the moonlight was still shining down on her but it seemed brighter, harsher. She looked around, only to discover that she was completely alone.
She was beginning to think that she’d had some sort of lucid fantasy, until she noticed drops of blood on her skirts as she was wiping bits of debris off of them. Her hand slowed and she gathered her skirts up, preparing to run home. But a voice stopped her.
“Ah. So you have come to. For a moment there, I was afraid the change had not taken and I had simply drained you dry.”
She turned toward the voice and saw the shadow of the man who’d attacked her.
“Change? What change?” she asked him, her voice squeaking.
He simply chuckled and stepped out into the clearing. He looked her over, taking in her disheveled hair, soiled dress, and frightened eyes.
Clicking his tongue, he answered, “Why the change into Vampire. I was afraid it would not take because of the demon blood coursing through your veins. Being Succubus, your life span is much longer than that of a mere human and some Demon’s blood does not mix well with Vampire’s. But as I was draining you, I decided to give it a shot. A Succubus is a lot like a Vampire in some regards. What I want to know is how is it that you did not know you are half Succubus?”
She regarded him with some curiosity. Everything seemed to be in much better focus. She took in her surroundings again, thinking about his question. The leaves on the trees had more contrast. She could almost count the veins in them.
When she’d finished looking at everything around her, she found that she had no choice but to return her gaze to his.
“Our father disappeared when my older sister became an adolescent. Not much has been spoken about him since. Our mother died a few years after of what everyone assumed to be heartbreak. Freya, my older sister, has tried talking to me about a condition having to do with her husband after sex but I never gave her the time to finish her thoughts.”
She stopped talking abruptly. The man had been listening intently and he let out a soft sigh.
“I see,” was all he said.
She turned to the edge of the woods she’d entered the clearing through.
“Oh my god! Freya! I have to go home and tell her!”
He came close and wrapped his hand around her wrist, saying, “I am afraid you cannot go back home. You must come with me.”
She stared at him as if horns had suddenly sprouted out of his head.
“What do you mean, I cannot go home? I must! Freya and Aidan will be worried.”
He shook his head sadly, “I am sorry but you cannot. The smell of the blood coursing through their veins, especially your sister’s, will make it difficult for you to keep your hunger under control. Come, we must go.”
Catriogwyn wasn’t sure how to feel. She couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing her family again, but she’d wither away, immortal or not, if she ever hurt them. She had an internal struggle, trying to make the right decision.
“My, where are my manners? My name is Lukas Spilka and I know Miroslav, your father. In fact, he and I are good friends.”
She turned to him and raised an eyebrow, “Introductions are a bit late, do you not agree? But I am intrigued about my father. My name is Catriogwyn Stacey. You mentioned that we needed to go? Lead the way.”
She remembered him saying, “So Stacey is the last name he has fabricated for this day and age” as she took his outstretched hand and following him into the woods. He led her to a small cave that she never would have found on her own. They made small talk on their walk to that cave and it was only when they entered the mouth that she stopped him.
“You live in a cave?”
He sighed and tugged on her hand as he replied, “Yes and if you would only follow me, I will tell you why.”
She recalled his explanation and a small smile played upon her lips. She shook off the clinging remnants of the memory concerning the night she’d been turned and focused on the letter from the attorney’s office. She needed to pack and book a flight to Wilshire, Maine for the reading of her Great-Aunt Prudence’s will.

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Blood Lust (The Pink Rhinestone Tiara Series Book 1)

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Blood-Lust-Pink-Rhinestone-Tiara-ebook/dp/B00TUPPKCE/

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blood-lust-dj-shaw/1121277783?ean=2940046591286

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/blood-lust-the-pink-rhinestone-tiara-series-1

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/blood-lust-pink-rhinestone/id970121690?mt=11

New Release: Contrast by Ian Saul Whitcomb

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Today’s spotlight features author Ian Saul Whitcomb. He has a new release titled, Contrast, that I can’t wait to read.

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Title: Contrast
Release Date: September 28
Genre: Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Venusian (Extremely Hot)
Word Count: 29,842
Author: Ian Saul Whitcomb
Cover Design: Ian Saul Whitcomb
Contrast on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Contrast-Whitcomb-Ian-Saul-ebook/dp/B01LYLYUH1/
Contrast on Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/6563989

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He just wanted to cross the street and get some breakfast tacos while his car was in the shop.

She just wanted to get home and sleep after a long night shift.

But somehow, ten minutes after they bump into one another on the sidewalk, they’re in her bed together going at it like weasels.

They both think it’s crazy. They both assume it can’t last. But somehow, weeks later, then months, they’re still obsessively, anonymously, voraciously wrapped up in each other.

There are rules. No names. No personal details. Just blazing hot sex as often as they can manage it.

So what happens when, despite their every effort and intent, it starts to mean something?

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He waits on her doorstep repeatedly stopping himself from biting his lip, from tapping his foot, and most of all from reaching up to knock again. If she’s here and awake, she obviously would have heard the first knock, and if she’s not awake, or if she’s in the shower, he’ll just make an idiot of himself banging on the door. Rude … clueless … desperate … take your pick of what kind of idiot.

He’s got too much shit with him – went crazy at the donut shop. A dozen donuts. A carton of coffee. A drink caddy with a latte and a cappuccino and a bottle of milk and a couple handfuls of sugar packets and three different artificial sweeteners. He had to put some of it down to free up a hand to knock.

She’s not here, he thinks. Or she’s here, but shit, she all but told you she’d be out till two or three. Eight was too early. Why didn’t I say –

The door opens. She’s wrapped in a towel, hair back in a ponytail holder but with tons of stray strands jutting out.

She can tell from his expression that she looks like hell. He blinks at least three times without saying anything. He’s got a bag from a donut place in one hand, coffee on the ground by his foot. Holy god don’t let me scare him off looking like this. Her head hurts. She can feel the red in her eyes. But something in her chest starts burning at the sight of him.

“Jesus, I want to fuck the shit out of you,” she breathes, totally forgetting her plan to say she was about to take a shower.

He grins. Whew. That’s better.

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Author Bio: Somewhere between Mexico and Canada, not too far from the centerline of the U.S., Ian Saul Whitcomb spends his days writing, blogging, and occasionally tweeting, while struggling to fend off his mid-life crisis (under the theory that if he can postpone it till the age of sixty, the definition of “mid” means he’ll live to be a hundred and twenty). He also works for a large corporation, but tries not to think about that any more than he has to.

Amazon’s Ian Saul Whitcomb Page: https://www.amazon.com/Ian-Saul-Whitcomb/e/B00NZQSU7Q/

Web Site: http://www.bigheartednarcissist.blogspot.com

Twitter: @coolgasmic

Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/auth or/show/9883280.Ian_Saul_Whitcomb

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