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Dirty Men Who Work Hard
Hard work never looked so good.  Calloused hands and hourly pay are as hot as any billionaire’s manicured
digits in this collection of stories from four of the hottest, bestselling safe author’s around.  
These blue collar dirty men are ready to hold your hand, then hold you down in these stand-alone  stories dedicated
to working men everywhere.  
Pure alpha possessiveness and happily ever afters will leave you wiggling in your
chair and dreaming of your own working-class hero.

 

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Series Cover Reveal – A Lil Bit Country A Lil Bit Rock and Roll by Skye Turner

Coming in June a new series from Skye Turner

A Lil Bit Country A Lil Bit Rock and Roll

Riff, Book One

Release Date: June 7, 2016

Rafe Rider is the lead singer of Destiny Fades to Blue, the “it boys” of rock. He is living the dream… traveling the country with his band, sharing his bed with the occasional groupie, and just living large… while their singles climb the charts.

Daisy Anderson is the lead singer of Sweet Southern Sass, the sweethearts and most famous female group of the last decade in country. Their sold out tour has ended and they are enjoying the down time while they prepare their next hit album.

Signed under the same label, a cross-over tour between the sweethearts of country and the bad boys of rock is just the thing to gather fans from both genres.

As the tour rolls out and the bands are thrust together… passion and tempers ignite as the “good” girl and the “bad” boy realize they aren’t quite as different as they imagined.

Can two people from different worlds find love on the road with the person they least expect?

When the sweethearts of country meet the bad boys of rock… more than the charts heat up.

***This book is intended for those 18 and older. It contains explicit sex, graphic language, and adult content. Those against those things should NOT read!

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Riff, Book One

Harmony, Book Two

Interlude, Book Three

Crescendo, Book Four

About The Author

Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned writer.

She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism.

She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, 2 kids, and 4 fur babies.

When she’s not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing Supermom, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), or catching up on her family oriented blog.

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Cover Reveal: THE GOODBYE GIRL (Red Market, #2) by Mary E. Palmerin & A. Giannoccaro

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Title: The Goodbye Girl (Red Market, #2)

Authors: Mary E. Palmerin & A. Giannoccaro

Publication Date: April 18, 2016

Cover Design by Cassy Roop at Pink Ink Designs!

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Synopsis

The Red Market is where every pound of flesh has a price tag tacked onto it. It is a place where money can buy you everything, even a heart.

Caesar has fallen and a new boss, Mateo, has risen; but he has lost his Lettie Doll and he doesn’t know where to find her. She stole his soul and now he must find someone to replace her. Just like her love, his new power is an illusion. The real force behind the Red Market is about to show her cards and no one wants to play her game.

Mateo and Lettie will both have to fight to find their love, but sometimes it is only found in death. You cannot go through life unnoticed by demise when you play with it every day. Sooner or later, it catches up with you and you lose.

**Graphic content warning. Taboo, violent themes prevalent throughout. Reader discretion is highly advised.***

 

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The Goodbye Man (Red Market, #1)

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Dysfunctional empires were made to fall.

I am Caesar. Broken and conflicted. I am a man who gives false goodness to those who crave it. I provide solace to the ones who beg to be saved, giving them the goodbyes they want. But, my quiet little world is about to be shattered by the whispers from heaven and hell.

I am Mateo. Unlovable and unworthy. I am the boy everyone runs from. I keep love close to me in little jars of perfection, reminding me of a thousand goodbyes I never had to say, because I left them before they could leave me.

I am Svetlana. Dirty and Used. Birthed into brutality while still trying to comprehend my version of normal. I am an injured lamb, eaten by filthy wolves day after day. Just as salvation seems like it’s within reach, a goodbye from this awful world is all that I wish for.

 

About the Authors

A. Giannoccaro

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Author of the Colour series, a dark romance.

“Our skin is clothing enough to cover what we hide inside.”

 

Mary E. Palmerin

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International bestselling author of the Monster series. Writer of dark, taboo tales. Lover of tattoos, art, and a hopeless book junkie.

 

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Take by Nashoda Rose Cover Reveal

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TAKE_nashodaroseBook Title: Take (scars of the wraiths)
Author: Nashoda Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: Feb. 24, 2015
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Book Blurb

MAX

Feelings are a luxury I can’t afford. Hidden behind a shield of quiet placidity, I keep my secret safe from those who’d use it against me. Until him—the tatted up, self-centered Scar assassin hired to protect me.

He takes pleasure in tormenting me, chipping away at my defenses as if I’m a toy to be played with. I hate that he continuously reminds me that I’m nothing more than a job. I hate that my body responds to his touch. I hate him.

JASPER

I’m not a good guy and I don’t pretend to be. Condemn me if you want, I don’t give a fuck. You’re nothing to me. No one is … except her—Max. She’s my target. And I was hired to do a hell of a lot more than protect her … I was hired to kill her.
It should’ve been simple, but it was complicated as hell.

*erotic paranormal romance. Standalone full-length novel. Come meet the Scars.

Scars: Immortal warriors with capabilities derived from the senses: Trackers, Sounders, Healers, Tasters, Visionaries, and the rare Reflectors. They each have what is known as an Ink, a tattoo that can be called life.

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“How long since you fucked a guy?”

“What?” Her arms moved as if she was about to cross them over her breasts and then decided against it and put them back at her sides. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because when I fuck you, it will be hard. I need to know if you can take it.” I’d expected her to grab her shirt and put it back on. That was what I had intended. To scare her. Instead, she stared at me as she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor.

Fuck.

I was a guy. A guy that didn’t give a shit if a woman hated me in the morning, but they never did. I may be a selfish bastard but I never left a woman unsatisfied. And it was more a self-serving reason as I could always get seconds when I wanted. But this was different. Everything about it was different.

Max was different.

And that should’ve scared me enough to walk away.

But Max … staring at her milky white naked skin … her handful of breasts with nipples erect and waiting for my mouth to be sucking on them. I should’ve walked back into the bathroom, shut the door and jerked myself off in the shower.

I didn’t.

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Meet the Author

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Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.

When she isn’t writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.

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Cover Reveal: Under Contract by Jacquelyn Ayres

Book: Under Contract
Author: Jacquelyn Ayres
Genre: Erotic Romance/Erotic Humor

Charlotte McKendrick is your typical thirty-something stay-at-home mom. She has three beautiful children, a loving family, special friends, and the most wonderful, adoring husband. Her life is a dream.Er . . . let’s try this again.Charlotte McKendrick is not your typical thirty-something stay-at-home mom. Yes, she’s got three beautiful children, a loving family (all of them lingerers—you’ll see), and her friends are special, all right! As far as her wonderful, adoring husband, what a joke! That bastard abandoned her and the kids six months ago.

Now, she will do anything she can to survive and provide for her children. Even if it means signing on the dotted line . . .

Mitch Colton is the CEO of Colton Technologies. Most of his year is spent traveling around the world, bringing companies the latest innovations in automobile technology. He doesn’t have time for a traditional relationship and the BS that comes with it. He doesn’t do the “marriage” thing, the “kid” thing, and he certainly doesn’t do the “falling in love” thing. All that said, he still wants someone to come home to. Someone who will offer everything he wants, and nothing he doesn’t. He realizes loyalty paired with these kinds of demands won’t come cheap. No problem. What he doesn’t realize is that once Charlotte McKendrick signs that dotted line, he’ll be paying with a lot more than money.

I am a Domestic Engineer (born and raised in NJ) whose sole responsibility is to guide three young impressionable kids into becoming phenomenal adults. This challenging, yet rewarding work requires a lot of love (coffee), patience (wine) and determination (periodic exorcisms). I work all of this magic in the beautiful state of New Hampshire.Before becoming a Domestic Goddess (not really), I spent over a decade working in the medical field where I wore more hats than the Queen.I have had a love for the written word and the great escape it provides since I was a little girl. When I wasn’t reading about people and the places they lived, I was creating my own characters and adventures. Finally, I have been putting a pen to paper allowing my characters to come to life. When I don’t have a pen and paper in hand, you can often find me laughing at the conversations my characters are having in my head.

 

Double Cover Reveal: Forever Ride & One Ride by Chelsea Camaron

We are so excited to share with you not one, but two new covers from author Chelsea Camaron’s Hellions Ride contemporary romance series!






Forever Ride
Book Two of the Hellions Ride Series
by Chelsea Camaron
June 2014

Synopsis:

Events happen in life that can awaken our truest and deepest desires. They also show us our greatest fears. Sometimes we are forced to face those fears, other times we build walls that can’t be broken to protect ourselves.

A profound connection these two once shared. A strong friendship once formed was shattered. Fate has stepped in and shaken both their worlds.

The danger, the wild, the chaos, and the lifestyle of the Hellions world has become far too much for Savannah ‘Sass’ Perchton. Swearing off bikers and attempting a ‘normal’ life, she has settled. She’s committed to Nick, her country club, pretty boy. She’s found a way to be content.

Things aren’t always what they seem. Wrap an empty box in pretty paper and a bow, it may look amazing, but it’s still a hollow shell.

He’s a Hellions playboy. A different chick in his bed, off on a different ride, and always something new. He’s Frank ‘Tank’ Oleander, Haywood’s Hellions Road Chief. Throttle down and life is good.

The fast pace of the Hellions life catches up to him. At a crossroads, he’s forced to face some life changing thoughts or succumb to the darkness of death. Teetering on the brink of giving in, her voice is all he’s holding onto. The coma he can’t pull himself out of, her voice is what he holds onto.

She’s sworn off bikers. He’s facing the Reaper. Can he pull through? Can she ever see past the lifestyle to the heart of the man behind the cut? Will they find their Forever Ride?


 

 

She’s in my arms, her body draped across mine. I have not slept one bit.

We left the kitchen after the barbeque and came back to my room on the compound. I have

one of the duplexes that really is all my own. My roommates are all married, so usually the place

is empty except for me. With the charter clubs here, I have a few people staying over, but they

Last night was nothing short of incredible. The hellcat likes it rough and everywhere. I lost

count of the orgasms between us. Thinking of it, my dick is ready again. I am sure her pussy

Reality hits me like a sledge hammer.

I fucked my brother’s daughter. My boss’s daughter. I fucked one of the untouchable two.

Worse, though, I fucked my friend. Never cross that line. There is no going back. I live

my life with no regrets, the words tattooed across my lower stomach, reminding me and every

female that goes low, there will be no regrets. Only now, I have gone too far. I don’t regret

last night—it was the best damn night I have ever shared with someone—but it shouldn’t have

Looking at her red hair lying across my chest, the contrast against the colors of my tattoos, I

don’t want to move. I don’t want this to end, but it must.

Each breath she takes tickles my nipple piercing, reminding me of each bite and tug her

mouth gave them mere hours ago. How can I go back to the way things were between us? Every

time I see her I’m going to want nothing more than to be balls deep once again.

Maybe with enough space, fresh air, and distance everything will go back to normal. Yeah,

Smacking her ass playfully, I wake her up. Abruptly, I move out from under her, standing by

the bed, watching as she takes in her surroundings and remembers last night.

It’s time to make my clean escape. I make my way to my bathroom, calling out over my

shoulder to her, “Time to say goodbye.

 Gather your stuff up. You found your way to my bed, you can find your way out the damn door.”

 




One Ride
Book One of the Hellions Ride Series
by Chelsea Camaron
December 19th 2013

Synopsis:

Delilah “Doll” Reklinger never imagined her life with anyone that wasn’t a Hellion. She never imagined there would be a Hellion that could prove himself worthy enough to her father, Roundman, Hellions Club President. Content in living in the bubble of safety the motorcycle club family has always provided, Doll never thought that danger surrounded her.

Roundman has kept the Hellions contained for the last thirty years by controlling the chaos surrounding their lifestyle. When the dangerous side to their business comes knocking on his door, he realizes his precious Doll isn’t safe. The Hellions code may be that women and children are off limits in any altercation or dispute, but that doesn’t mean their enemies follow that same moral compass.

His only child, now in danger from the association to him and his club, Roundman makes a decision. He sends her away with a charter club member that he trusts, in hopes that the trouble won’t follow.

One ride across the country. One simple ride. Talon “Tripp” Crews has been ordered to take Doll on one ride away and to keep her safe. She’s off limits. His head knows this, but his body can’t deny the attraction. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless.

Constantly in close confines together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give into the desire? Can one ride turn lust into love?


 

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Tripp

Kissing Doll was a mistake. Shaking off the thoughts of her body molding to mine, I focus.

Knowing the fuckers are following us, I’ve got to keep my shit straight. The downfall to being

followed while you’re on a bike, it’s hard to watch the bastards following you without making

it obvious. Bike mirrors are small and full of blind spots anything more than a car length away.

It’s a game of where the hell’s Waldo. I never have liked games.

Peek-a- mother- fuckin’- boo. I see you Cadillac SVT. Same bastards from before, they have

no idea who they’re fucking with. Extending my left arm out straight, palm flat to the ground, I

make a slight up and down motion to let Rex know to slow down and back off a little. Turning

my hand, I single three fingers then four. Throwing my arm up, bending at the elbow to a

ninety degree angle while balling my fist, then with my index finger only extending I make a

circle motion. Rex knows in three quarters of a mile, I’ll make a hard right exit, no signal. He’s

to keep going, let the caddy follow me, while he gets Sass to send the text to the boys to circle

Pulling off, sure enough, the car follows. Hopefully, they took the bait thinking we were riding

the two of us and only sent one car to tail. My boys have been following a half hour or so

behind us the entire ride making sure to stay out of sight. If there are too many of them, we’re

fucked. I’ll do anything before they get Doll though.

We’re on a two lane road that makes a loop. I feel the vibration of my phone cueing me that

Rex and crew are heading to the gas station. Officially in BFE (Bum Fuck, Egypt) I pull into the

seedy gas station. As soon as Doll realizes Rex doesn’t follow the turn off, she holds on tighter.

I drop my left hand to squeeze her thigh reassuringly. Hang tight until the cavalry arrives. None

of these fuckers are gonna get to her to use as a pawn in some sick game. Not one hair on that

pretty little head will be touched as long as I’m fucking breathing.

Pulling in, Doll climbs off. Before I climb off, I grab her hand and swing her to me, snaking my

hand around the back of her neck, I pull her in for a kiss. Raw, rough, and real passion flow

freely between us as the kiss becomes a tangle of tongues, lips, and teeth. When I pull away,

“Stay close, and follow my lead, Doll.” I whisper to her before kissing her forehead and

Climbing off the bike, I remove my helmet. Storing both our helmets on the bike, I make a

point not to touch any of the saddlebags. Knowing we’re being watched, I need to make this

believable. They may or may not know the real purposes behind this trip. If Delatorre hasn’t

been taken down yet, they will want Doll to keep him breathing. If Delatorre has been handled,

this could be retaliation. Either way Doll is their target. Time to keep up appearances I smile at

Walking up behind Doll, I wrap my arms loosely around her waist. Turning her, I keep my body

between her and the car. Dropping my head, I lightly bite at the sweet spot where her neck

and shoulder meet. She softens beneath me. Running my nose up her neck as I inhale her

“Stay close, do exactly as I say, we’ve been followed.” She nods her head in agreement. “At

the bathroom door, I’m going to kiss you. When I do, my body will be blocking their vision.

You need to reach in the waist band of my jeans and grab the pistol and tuck it into your jeans.

Then you go in the bathroom and lock yourself inside a stall. You don’t come out until Sass

arrives to get you. If anyone comes inside that isn’t me, Rex, or Sass, you shoot them. Hellions

cut or not, shoot first ask questions later. My boys are coming for backup but they won’t come

in here to get you, only me, Sass, or Rex. Got it?” I say, needing her to understand that these

men could kill us and get a Hellions cut so she can only answer for people she can recognize.

Once again she nods. I feel her shudder beneath me. I begin pushing us forward, walking

behind her, still wrapped around her. The embrace is close like lovers. Under other

circumstances it would be intimate, but in this moment, it’s about her safety.

At the bathroom door, I lean down and kiss her wrapping my hands around her head.

Adrenaline mixes with an unknown emotion as I sweep my tongue inside her mouth. I don’t

want to ever stop kissing her, but right now I’ve got to get rid of our problem. I feel the gun

being pulled away as she tucks it against her own waist. When she starts to pull away, I pull her

head back to me. I kiss her with everything I have in me. If I die right now, I die a happy mother

fucker to have shared my last kiss with this woman. Finally, I pull away.

“Be safe, Doll. Remember, no one, but me, Sass, or Rex.” I kiss her forehead as I release

her. Pausing for a moment as I watch her disappear in the restroom, I can hear her lock the

Turning around, I’m greeted by none other than the same fucker from the truck stop.

“Don Juan Mother Fuckin’ Pablo. What can I do for you Chico?

 

 
 
Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.
Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice.
 
Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Love and Repair’ series and the ‘Hellions Ride’ motorcycle club series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works.
 
When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in. She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Cover Reveal: Mr. Beautiful by R.K. Lilley

Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)
From R.K. Lilley’s blog: Mr. Beautiful will be a male point-of-view novel for the Up in the Air series that tells the story of James, and Stephan, and their unwavering love of a woman that would make the two men family.

WARNING: THIS TEASER CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE UP IN THE AIRSERIES
JAMES
I couldn’t sleep after the shooting.
Bianca slept like a baby, like she never had before, like every worry she’d ever had had disappeared with the death of her father.
But not me. I was more restless than ever. A miracle had saved her, not me, and I felt helpless because of it. That was not a feeling that fit me well. In fact, it made my skin crawl in discomfort. In anger.
It had been months since the attack. She and Stephan were healed physically, and it seemed, emotionally, but I felt the wounds as though they were fresh. What had almost happened haunted me. I was a man that needed control, and I’d been shown, in the starkest way possible, that I hadnone.
I sat scant feet away from our bed, watching Bianca sleep. She was nude, with not so much as a sheet covering her. I’d seen to that. I watched her lithe form shift on the bed, one long leg hitching up to give me a glimpse of the pink between her legs.
I felt like a fucking stalker. Truth be told, I was one, watching her for hours on end, night after night.
I tensed when I realized she’d roused. It upset her that I couldn’t sleep, when she deserved peace more than anyone.
She sat up, and I watched her heavy breasts swaying with the movement. “James.” Her voice was the softest utterance.
“Love,” I answered, feeling the dark mood that had overtaken me lift in an instant. Just having her eyes on me could do that.
She crawled across the bed toward me. She’d always had an uncanny ability to do exactly the thing that would drive me the most wild, and she’d only gotten better at that over time. She didn’t hide her body from me as she moved. In fact, she posed for me, even the exposure of her body an act of submission. As though reading my thoughts, as though even those were a command, she paused on the edge of the bed, parting her legs to let me look my fill before she rose, approaching my chair.
I stood to meet her, my body drawn tight, my cock throbbing as though I hadn’t come, buried inside of her, just hours before.
I was a statue as she leaned up to my ear, my brows drawing together in a question. Her lips touched my ear as she spoke.
“Hurt me,” she whispered raggedly.
My eyes shut tight, my jaw went slack, and a shudder wracked my entire body. This woman destroyed my self-control.
I’d avoided all of the rough stuff since she’d been injured, but God had I missed it.
“We don’t have to, Bianca. It’s not necess-“
She gripped my hair, pulling my face down to her injured cheek. She dug her jaw into me so hard that I knew it must be hurting her badly.
“I need it,” she rasped into my ear. “I’ll never stop needing it. Please.”
I pulled back, and my hands trembled as I cupped her face in my hands, my eyes searching hers desperately for what I wanted to see. Need. Yes. She needed this as much as I did. Perhaps more so.
“Get on the bed,” I told her thickly.
R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She’s had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She’s been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES
 
IN FLIGHT (Up in the Air #1)
MILE HIGH (Up in the Air #2)
GROUNDED (Up in the Air #3)
LANA (Novella)

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