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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

DIRTY FILTHY FIX by Laurelin Paige Release Day Launch


   

From New York Times bestselling author Laurelin Paige, comes a sexy novella in her Fixed Trilogy Series…DIRTY FILTHY FIX, a new novella brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy of this amazing novella today!

   

About DIRTY FILTHY FIX:

I like sex. Kinky sex. The kinkier the better.

Every day, it’s all I think about as I serve coffee and hand out business agendas to men who have no idea I’m not the prim, proper girl they think I am.

With a day job as the secretary to one of New York’s most powerful men, Hudson Pierce, I have to keep my double life quiet. As long as I do, it’s not a problem.

Enter: Nathan Sinclair. Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t come close to describing how hot he is. And that’s with his clothes on. But after a dirty, filthy rendezvous, I accept that if we ever see each other again, he’ll walk right by my desk on his way to see my boss without recognizing me.

Only, that’s not what happens. Not the first time I see him after the party. Or the next time. Or the time after that. And as much as I try to stop it, my two worlds are crashing into each other, putting my job and my reputation at risk.

And all I can think about is Nathan Sinclair.

All I can think about is getting just one more dirty, filthy fix.

 

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Excerpt: 

“I’d like a try.” It was the stranger with the green eyes.
Hot damn.
Of course the night would ramp up right when I announced I was leaving. I looked up at him expectantly, but he didn’t approach. I realized he was waiting for my invitation. He was definitely new. Everyone else knew Miss T was one of the most ready and willing participants in the room—to the point where some tried to take advantage of it. I never needed to issue invitations, but I often needed to reinforce boundaries.
“What are you waiting for, then?” I sat up straighter, ignoring Chuck’s grunt of complaint.
The stranger came forward with slow, swaggering steps. When he reached me, he loosened his bowtie a little before lowering himself to one knee at my side. He placed his arm next to mine on the chair, his fingers barely grazing my skin. Goosebumps sprouted up my forearm all the way to my neck, and he hadn’t even bent in to whisper yet.
And then he did. His breath skated over the shell of my ear, and my heart tripped unexpectedly in my chest.
How long had it been since that had happened from just the feel of someone breathing against me?
“I’m going to kiss you one way or another tonight,” he said, low and with such surety a shiver ran down my spine. “It’s your decision whether it’s now or later.”
So. Not just a voyeur then.
He sat back to study my features. My jaw was slack, and I scanned his expression, searching for a hidden motivation. My body tingled from head to toe. I was used to men—strangers—wanting me. I was used to them approaching me. I was used to them telling me how much they desired me.
Why was this man so different?
Maybe it was because those other men always looked everywhere in the room. When their eyes landed on me, I knew I was just one of many options.
This man…
He’d looked around the room. I’d watched him throughout the night. But nothing had interested him. I could tell by the way he was still wearing his jacket, by the way his eyes were only now beginning to dilate as they stared into mine.
He’d studied the room and decided nothing here had interested him but me.
That was definitely not the kink that usually got me off. That was Cinderella-story kind of kink. The fairytale kink with a happy ending was traditional, but a kink all the same—being chased. Being placed on a gilded pedestal. I never wanted to be somebody’s Only One in the Room. I liked having my own space. I liked being able to disappear when I wanted. I liked not having chains or boundaries. I was turning thirty-five soon. I wasn’t a starry-eyed teenager anymore. I knew what I wanted from life and love and relationships and sex. And it wasn’t a pedestal. 


 

  


   

About Laurelin Paige:
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.        

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#ElRetoDelMultimillonario Los Sinclair #1 de la Autora J.S. Scott @JSScottHola se encuentra disponible a la venta HOY.


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SINOPSIS


La joven doctora Sarah Baxter lleva un tiempo instalada en Amesport, una pequeña población costera donde al fin ha conseguido dejar atrás su incorregible timidez y ha encontrado un estrecho círculo de amistades… Su espíritu le pide a gritos un poco de paz. El romance, desde luego, no entra en los planes de esta mujer práctica y racional.
Nada podía hacerle sospechar que su nuevo paciente, un adusto detective de Homicidios que se traslada a Amesport para recuperarse de sus heridas físicas y emocionales, dará un vuelco a su tranquila existencia. Y es que Dante no es un policía convencional: ese hombre atractivo, seductor y con una gran fortuna se ha propuesto hacerla suya. Poco a poco, la llama de la pasión prenderá en el corazón de Sarah, quien de la mano de Dante descubrirá una faceta de su personalidad que ignoraba y donde la lógica no tiene cabida: la de una mujer ardiente, deseosa de entregarse sin reservas al placer... y al amor.

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Biografía de la Autora


J.S Scott es una de las autoras más vendidas de novelas de romance eróticas.
Aunque es una lectora ávida de todo tipo de literatura, escribe lo que más le gusta leer. J.S. Scott escribe historias eróticas de romance, tanto contemporáneas como paranormales. En su mayoría, el protagonista es un varón alfa y todas terminan con un final feliz porque no parece que la autora esté dispuesta a terminarlas de otra manera. Jan vive en las hermosas montañas rocallosas con su esposo y sus muy consentidos pastores alemanes.
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Warning Call by Danny Bell Cover Reveal



Warning Call (The Black Pages, #2)
By Danny Bell
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy

Elana Black. Saving the day even if she has to tear a hole in the universe to do it.

An unbeatable mythological horror has its sights set on Elana, and that’s not the worst of her problems. Gods want to use her, shadowy agents want to eliminate her, and a powerful sorcerer wants to kill her; all as she rushes to stop an event which portends the death of her best friend. It’s all catching up with her, and just in time for Christmas. Elana is going to have to figure out how all of it is connected but she’s in over her head, outnumbered, and running out of time.

And she always thought magic would make her life easier.


Excerpt:

Okay, so cats like her and obey her commands. Oh god, please tell me more weirdness didn’t just walk into my life. “So, how do you know Claire?” I asked hopefully, silently praying for a mundane answer like High School, the gym, or prison.
“I don’t,” She said confidently.
It was only just now that I got a good look at her and a wave of panic swept through me. She was tall, nearly a foot taller than me. I’d picked up on that when she was at the door, but maybe it was the sun in my eyes or the fact that I wasn’t fully awake yet, but I hadn’t pieced together the rest of it. I would have placed her in her early forties, a couple of years older than Claire maybe, but she looked as if she had been assembled in a factory. Something was decidedly not human about her, and it was unsettling that I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. She had thick, straight hair that was the kind of blonde you only seemed to see in eighties movies. Her eyes were a deep sapphire, and aside from an amount of gold that would have bordered on excess on anyone else, I noticed something else. White shoes, a white pleated linen skirt, a white blouse.
Oh...no. “Did Roger send you because I wouldn’t accept his offer?” I asked, not breaking eye contact.
She raised an eyebrow at that as the beginnings of a grin touched the edge of her lips. “No one ever sends me anywhere,” She said bemusedly.
I wasn’t ready for a fight, especially not when some hapless customer could wander in any second now. And something about her felt decidedly not human, what if she was Fae like Bres? A fight with one of the Fae could get ugly in a hurry for everyone around. Mostly for myself.
“Kind of stupid for one Gardener to come alone,” I said shaking the blister shield out of my wrist. I was trying to sound confident, but I was terror-stricken by the unknown elements here, and it was all I could do to bluff. “It didn’t go so well for the last one who came at me alone.”
The woman couldn’t help herself as she let out a small laugh. “You fashion yourself a sorcerer?” She asked, and with a dismissive wave of her hand, my shield was gone. Just gone! “Child, sorcery is but one of my domains, and you are no more a sorcerer than any of those pretenders you are so quick to associate me with. The people of this realm wield magic that is not their own.”
I stiffened as she spoke. “Okay then,” I said slowly. “If you’re not a Gardener, then what are you.”
“Goddess.”
“Well, December is free coffee for deities month, so lucky you,” I said, trying to force a laugh.
“Is it really?” She asked. “Because I would love to try the house blend.”
“It is now,” I said, moving to make her a cup. Whoever she was, she was severely out of my league, and the best thing I could do was to keep her talking.
“Please make yourself a cup as well and join me, we have business to discuss.”
“Cream or sugar?” I asked pouring the cups. She indicated a quick no as I brought them over. “So, shouldn’t I know who I’m doing business with?”
“Indeed. I am Freyja,” She replied, sipping her coffee. “And this is quite the beverage you've made.”
“Thanks, I’ve been practicing,” I said taking a sip of my own.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” Freyja asked, warmly somehow. Not disappointed, or angry or defensive. “Even with everything you’ve seen and done?”
“No offense, but I’ve met a lot of magic users lately, and it’s not like someone wouldn’t just claim to be a god if they wanted to look bigger than they are. You’re definitely stronger than me, but that doesn’t mean I have to believe whatever you say at face value. I met a guy named Bres earlier this year, and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t the Demon King.”
Freyja chuckled at that. “Oh, the things I could tell you about Bres,” She said taking a sip. “Did you know that historians mistranslated, and he’s actually the Lemon King?”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I snapped back. “Citrus trees aren’t native to- Oh damn it.”





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