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Title: All That GlittersAuthor: Brooke HarperGenre: Bodyguard Romance
Cover Designer: Ozark Witch's Cover CauldronPublication Date: May 9th, 2024Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:

The spotlights are blinding.
The dresses sparkle.
The cameras roll, but nothing is real.
Nothing, that is, but him.

I grew up in the Hollywood spotlight, the daughter of movie royalty. Since a young age, I was deemed a natural talent. A rising starlet. I had dreams and a path set ahead of me.

Until a plane crash ruined everything.

In my darkest hour, I had no choice but to rely on the one man who’s always been by my family’s side: Marcus Ortega—my parents’ closest friend turned agent and protector, and who is now, reluctantly, my new caretaker.

With a dangerous past steeped in crime, he’s ruthless, cutthroat, and incredibly sexy, despite being almost twice my age.

It’s well known that Marcus never wanted to watch over a “spoiled brat” like me, but I’m starting to think there’s another reason for his distance. A secret that could shatter us both.

He’s in control of my money, my career, and my life until my trust fund says I can be free. It may be what I wanted once upon a time, but in a world where the things that glitter aren’t always gold, I’m desperate for something real.

Real and destructive like him. 

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Brooke Harper creates dark and sexy worlds for her characters to play. A lover of strong coffee and old tombstones, she spins dark tales of sex and sin, pain and passion, and misery and madness that’ll have you flipping the pages and begging for more.

Dark Contemporary pen name of Harper A. Brooks.

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Title: All That GlittersAuthor: Brooke HarperGenre: Bodyguard Romance
Cover Designer: Ozark Witch's Cover CauldronPublication Date: May 9th, 2024Hosted by:  Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:

The spotlights are blinding.
The dresses sparkle.
The cameras roll, but nothing is real.
Nothing, that is, but him.

I grew up in the Hollywood spotlight, the daughter of movie royalty. Since a young age, I was deemed a natural talent. A rising starlet. I had dreams and a path set ahead of me.

Until a plane crash ruined everything.

In my darkest hour, I had no choice but to rely on the one man who’s always been by my family’s side: Marcus Ortega—my parents’ closest friend turned agent and protector, and who is now, reluctantly, my new caretaker.

With a dangerous past steeped in crime, he’s ruthless, cutthroat, and incredibly sexy, despite being almost twice my age.

It’s well known that Marcus never wanted to watch over a “spoiled brat” like me, but I’m starting to think there’s another reason for his distance. A secret that could shatter us both.

He’s in control of my money, my career, and my life until my trust fund says I can be free. It may be what I wanted once upon a time, but in a world where the things that glitter aren’t always gold, I’m desperate for something real.

Real and destructive like him.

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Brooke Harper creates dark and sexy worlds for her characters to play. A lover of strong coffee and old tombstones, she spins dark tales of sex and sin, pain and passion, and misery and madness that’ll have you flipping the pages and begging for more.

Dark Contemporary pen name of Harper A. Brooks.

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 If she gives me one more chance,

I’ll risk it all for that foreverkind of love.

A BWWM FirefighterRomance

Once Again Mine

by

Maia Ambrose

Genre: SteamyContemporary Romance

Ex-flamealert! My high school sweetheart’s back home unannounced.

She’s got me hooked withthose mesmerizing eyes and curves that won't stop.

Stranded in a snowstorm?

Not complaining when hervelvety brown sugar skin warms things up.

I crave the love we had -

But she's got real grown womanproblems,

And a controlling streak thatdrives me wild—especially in the bedroom.

Our fiery encounters are louderthan my fire truck's horn.

Sure, she's used to thepublic eye, but all I want is her attention.

If she gives me one morechance, I'll risk it all for that forever kind of love.

Even if it means leavingeverything behind.

Just hoping I survive longenough to make it happen.

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Once Again Mine is astandalone interracial romance. You can expect a second chance stucktogether HEA romance between Jake and Savannah. Steamy scenes andexplicit language are included and intended for mature audiencesonly.

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MaiaAmbrose is an African American Steamy Romance author from the Midwestwho believes in the power of love and everything it has to offer. Herstories illustrate the dynamic of contemporary interracialrelationships between strong, resilient black women andheart-throbbing, irresistible white men. Maia believes there's trulysomeone for everyone and aims to inspire more love energy in theworld with her work.
Maia is a notorious night owl, whofrequently burns the midnight oil, coming up with creative romanticideas. When she's not writing her BWWM stories, she's spending timewith the people she loves most and practicing self-care.

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I'm delighted to welcome back the fabulous 

L M Somerton with a sneak peek of  The Auction Lot. 

Take it away, L M!

The Auction LotbyL M SomertonSold to the Billionaire Collection
Genres/Tropes: gay, lgbtqi, mm romance, erotic, erotic romance, billionaire, bondage, bdsm, kink, holiday, Christmas, auction, Cornwall, contemporary

The Auction Lot – L M Somerton

The Auction Lot is a novella I wrote for Totally Entwined’s ‘Sold to the Billionaire’ series. There are three other books in the group, another MM and two MF, so if the concept is your thing, there are more goodies to be had.

I don’t often respond specifically to submission calls, but this one grabbed my attention and fitted an idea I’d had bubbling for a while. I was intrigued by the idea of someone selling themselves as an investment in the future and what might happen if their buyer turned out to be the man of their dreams. It also gave me the opportunity to return to one of my favourite settings, Cornwall, where the landscape always becomes a part of the story.

If you’re fond of Poldark (and who isn’t!) I’m afraid there’s no heroic riding across headlands or dips in the sea (because believe me, it’s freezing). There is a storm, a dramatic rescue, an unexploded bomb and a house renovation. There’s also plenty of humour and kinky play.

If this sounds like your cup of tea, you can buy the book via the universal link: https://books2read.com/u/47RZpE

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Going once, going twice, sold!

For sub Ethan Peltier, selling himself to the highest bidder will set him up for life.

Merrick Tremayne sees the sub auction as an opportunity to avoid gold diggers and try out the lifestyle he craves. A business transaction with a willing participant is something he understands.

Restoring Merrick’s family home in Cornwall gives the men a chance to get to know each other while they work together. Neither of them expects to fall in love, but the drama of some traumatic events reveals the intensity of their feelings.

Will the auction contract stand, or will they find a way to let each other know that defaulting might be the only option?

“You’re insane. One hundred per cent certifiable. Who do I call to get you committed?”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, Angus. I need money and a lot of it. This is a win-win situation.”

“I only told you about the auction because it’s intriguing. You weren’t supposed to apply!”

“What did you think I’d do? File it in my ‘useless stuff Angus tells me’ file? Cos that part of my brain is full.” Ethan Peltier prodded his best friend and roommate’s arm. “Hmm, have you been working out?”

“Don’t try to deflect. The closest I get to the gym is that cute coffee shop next door and you know it.”

“The one with the hunky barista?”

“That’s the one—other than lifting a coffee cup, my kind of exercise is more on a one-to-one basis.”

“Slut.”

“Thank you.” Angus preened. “But to get back to the point, messing with serious Doms is never going to be good for your health.”

“I’ve played with all kinds of Doms at the club and I’m not messing with them.”

“There’s a big fucking difference between a night at the Underground and a year as a full-time sub!”

“You know I want any long-term relationship to be in the lifestyle. It’s who I am. Besides, the auction has strict rules, just like the club. Bad behaviour means a lifetime, worldwide ban from any of the good BDSM clubs. Real Doms won’t risk their reputations like that.”

“These guys are mega rich. Big dogs. We’re weak, breakable and a bit chewy.”

“Where do you get this stuff? They aren’t looking for chew toys, though I guess puppy play could be an option. You’re not going to put me off.” Despite his bravado, Ethan was a little nervous. “What’s not to like? A million quid in exchange for a year as some squillionaire rich guy’s sub. My older brother had to remortgage his house to pay for my grandad’s care home until he passed. Kids are expensive, and he has two of them. I have student loans up to my ears.”

“A year! What if you don’t like the dude?”

“I don’t have to like him, just submit to him. I could pay off all my brother’s debts, and he could go back to carpentry and running his dive school instead of working on oil rigs. Diving on the rigs is unbelievably dangerous. We could get a decent headstone for grandad’s grave instead of the basic stone we sold his classic bikes to pay for, and I could pay off my loans and yours. We could go travelling. It would also be a great way of testing whether I want something twenty-four-seven when I meet my forever Dom.”

“If I can’t talk you out of it, I have to curb your enthusiasm. Applying doesn’t mean you’ll be accepted.”

“I have to have a decent chance. I’ve experience as a sub, they can check up on me at the Underground, and I haven’t upset anyone…recently. I don’t have any ties. I’ll graduate before the contract starts and I’m not too offensive to look at. Am I?”

“Be quiet, you two!” a passing librarian whispered at them. “This isn’t a bar and you’re disturbing people.” Ethan glanced around. There was no sign of another human being anywhere at the reading tables. He gave the librarian a head tilt. “Maggie, this place is deserted, and you love us. Go stack something.”

“You little brat! I should take a ruler to your behind.”

Angus snickered. “He’d like that.”

“And yours. Pair of reprobates. Do you ever read anything in here or are you just saving on your heating bill?”

Ethan gestured at his stack of books. “What are they then, goldfish?”

“You’re not reading them though, are you? You’re using them as a wall to hide from me.”

“Never! A degree is hard work. Angus and I are debating complex theories here.”

“Complex my ass. You’ll be discussing your latest conquests or the hot guy from the coffee shop.” She stalked away but Ethan caught her indulgent grin before she turned away.

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LM lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle leanings towards BDSM.

LM is a past winner of the National Leather Association – International’s Pauline Reage Award for best novel and John Preston award for short fiction. She has twice won the Golden Flogger Award for best BDSM novel in the LGBT category. She has received multiple Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards and won the Action and Adventure category of Divine Magazine’s Book Awards.

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Title: Hidden Games 

Hallowed Saints University, 1

Author: Brandy Silver

Genre: New Adult, Sports Romance

Publication Date: Mar. 14, 2024

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Blurb:

I’ve lost everything... but now the reigning king on campus threatens to destroy what's left.

After tragedy strikes, a scholarship to Hallowed Saints University could be my salvation.

As the poor scholarship student among the rich and privileged, my plan is simple.

Ace senior year.

Don’t get noticed.

And steer clear of Carter Grisham.

With his smoldering gaze, NFL-bound talent, and senator father, Carter is untouchable.

And he’s convinced that I blackmailed my way into HSU.

One misstep into his path and sparks ignite--revealing secrets we've both tried to keep from everyone.

When stolen moments turn into something real, I find myself falling for a man who I'm not certain will catch me.

I’ve already survived one life-altering loss. But Carter Grisham might just be the total destruction I never saw coming.
Hidden Games is a full-length stand-alone college football romance, including the following tropes--

·       Enemies-to-Lovers

·       Secret Relationship

·       Jealousy

·       Mutual Pining

·       Touch Her and Unalive

·       Found Family

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Reading has always been one of my favorite hobbies, even as a little girl. When I was a toddler, my parents would read stories to me over and over. I would hear them so often that I had the books memorized and could recite the story word by word.

My favorite genres are fantasy, paranormal, and contemporary romance. So of course that's what I'm inclined to write.

​I have a husband, two young daughters, and 2 mini Australian Shepherds. I've lived in Tennessee the majority of my life and love the state.

I'm extremely addicted to caffeine and enjoy drinking coffee and lattes.

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Not That Kind of Witch

by

Lucy Felthouse

The latest release from Lucy Felthouse, Not That Kind of Witch is a M/F steamy contemporary romance filled with fun and steam, which also tackles some serious topics. So if you’re looking for a hefty dollop of realism in your romance, then check this one out!

Blurb:

Can Willow let go of her fears and begin living her life again, or will her issues get the better of her?

Willow Green is having a hard time of it. Losing her job at the beginning of the pandemic and her elderly grandmother’s ‘clinically vulnerable’ status have resulted in her becoming housebound. While her entrepreneurial, hard-working spirit and the knowledge passed down through generations of green witches in her family mean she has solved her employment problem, her fear of going out, of allowing the dreaded virus into the house she shares with her grandmother, is far from resolved. In fact, it seems worse than ever.

That is, until Joe Lane comes along. The handsome care worker turned delivery driver does Willow a favour, gaining her attention and reluctant admiration. He’s got plenty of baggage of his own, but he also has the skills and temperament to help her with her problem—and he really seems to care.

The question is, will she let him get close enough to try?


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Excerpt:
Willow Green had just stepped into the kitchen from the back garden when there came an almighty hammering on the front door. Panic and irritation flared in equal measure and she dumped her loaded wicker basket on the huge farmhouse-style table before hurrying through the house towards the source of the noise.

Another hammering. The irritation started to outweigh the panic. Whoever was there was in danger of waking the dead, never mind disturbing mostly-deaf Grandma Annie, whom Willow had left happily knitting in the conservatory with a cup of tea on the table at her side before she’d headed out to the garden.

Willow cast her gaze to the ceiling and grunted with frustration. The whole point of installing the smart doorbell and having it set to only sound an alert on her phone had been to prevent Grandma being tempted to get out of her chair and make her way to the door, putting her at risk of a trip or fall along the way, or placing her in a vulnerable position with a complete stranger. The added bonus being, Willow could be at the furthest reaches of the garden, and her phone would cleverly let her know someone was at the front door.

Had this person not seen the sign? Smack dab in the middle of the door: Please use doorbell. With an arrow pointing to it. Couldn’t they read?

Then she remembered. The last time this happened, which had been a while ago, prior to getting the doorbell camera in the first place, it had been kids at the door. Kids who, once she’d opened up, backed off down the path and began flinging jibes and questions at her from what they considered a safe distance.

Hey, witch.

Been out flying on your broomstick?

What’s bubbling in your cauldron?

You gonna turn us into toads?

Did your ancestors get burned at the stake?

Where’s your black cat?

Her heart sank. She sighed and prepared herself for more of the same. It was unlikely, after all, they’d have come up with something new or more original—despite the astonishing wealth of information the human race had at its fingertips these days. Perhaps they hadn’t bothered to look, to educate themselves, or simply thought it was fun to torment a forty-year-old woman who’d never harm anything or anyone—not even if it was possible to turn people into toads. Though, admittedly, if she were a lesser woman, she’d be sorely tempted to throw out a few fake incantations to scare them, make them think she’d cursed them.

Maybe she should. Yes, it was stooping to their level, but if it stopped them coming back…

No. I’m not going there. She briefly considered not answering the door at all. She could access the doorbell speaker and tell them to clear off from the safety and comfort of her hallway, but she didn’t want them to think she was weak, or frightened. That’d just enhance the thrill for them, encourage them to harass her more often. Not happening. Not on my watch. I don’t have time for that kind of idiocy.

She shook her head, unlocked the door and yanked it open, her annoyance already spilling forth. Generally speaking, she was an incredibly placid person, and slow to anger. But she didn’t want these kids to think this house was an easy target. She’d kept the previous incident from Grandma, not wanting to worry her, and had hoped the addition of the doorbell camera might deter them from returning. “Have you horrible toerags seriously got nothing better to do? You should be ashamed of yourselves, pestering people like this! I’ve a mind to contact your parents—”

She stopped dead as the door swung wide enough to provide a view of who was on the other side of it. Not kids—horrible or otherwise—but a man. With a large cardboard box at his feet, bearing a familiar logo. Uh-oh.

A glance past him to the gravel lane leading to her house confirmed her fears. A white Transit van sat there.

She cringed and forced her gaze back to the man. A navy-blue T-shirt bearing the delivery company’s logo was stretched over his muscular biceps and chunky abdomen—a dad bod, she supposed it’d be classed as, though she didn’t really agree with the terminology—as well as a pair of tan shorts and some beat-up looking trainers. He was tall, well over six feet, and she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes. “I’m so sorry. The last time someone hammered on my door like that, it was a bunch of kids shouting abuse. I thought you were them. If you’d just rung the doorbell, like the sign…”

The frown that appeared on the man’s face as she spoke made her shift her attention to her right, a sinking feeling taking over. Where there should have been a sign attached to the centre of the door, were now only six evenly-spaced blobs of Blu-Tak.

Heat flared into her cheeks, and she let out a groan and closed her eyes momentarily. “Well, there was a sign. It’s obviously fallen off. I had no idea. Or I wouldn’t have… never mind. I’m really sorry. And now I’m waffling.” She gave a pained smile, her face threatening to burst into flames. “Anyway. You have a parcel for me?” Her voice went so high at the end she was surprised she hadn’t summoned the neighbourhood dogs.

To his credit, the man simply shrugged. “No worries. I’ve been called worse. You’re…” he consulted the screen of the smartphone in his hand, “Willow Green?”

Given the circumstances, she let the slight waver of amusement in his voice at her name slide. “Yes,” she replied resignedly. “That’s me.”

“Great. It’s a tracked parcel, so I need to take a photo to prove I’ve delivered it…”

“Okay. Go ahead.”

He tapped his phone screen a few times, then lifted the device and stepped back, presumably ensuring he got the right angle so his image would contain both the parcel and her feet inside the open doorway. Pressed the button. “Got it. Thanks. Do you want me to bring it in for you? It’s pretty heavy.” He pocketed the phone.

“No,” she said quickly, recoiling as he approached and made to pick up the box. “I mean, no thank you. I’m fine. I need to find the sign before I go indoors, anyway. Don’t want to shout at any more undeserving delivery drivers, do I?” The chuckle she let out sounded forced, even to her own ears.

“Guess not.” He backed off and clasped his chin, then stroked his thick beard, more grey than black—the colour of his thick, plentiful hair, which had only a dusting of grey at the temples. He glanced at the doorbell and wrinkled his nose. “Should’ve spotted that, really. Especially when no one answered after I knocked a few times. The Blu-Tak should have provided a clue that maybe there was a sign there, and I could have put two and two together. I’m sorry. Such an idiot. Won’t make that mistake again though, will I?” Despite the weakness of his smile, it transformed his face enough that Willow’s stomach flipped. Goodness, he’s handsome.


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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, Curve Appeal, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 175 publications to her name. Find out more about her and her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/linktree


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The Murder of Crows

Crooked Halos Book 3

by

KC Bear

Genre: EroticRomance

   Mercy
Eight years ago, he promised he'd be back for me. Hepromised he'd take care of me. But he lied. And I was left to pick upmy own shattered pieces.
Then, all of a sudden, he was back. Ihated that he looked so good, that his endless and insistent need tofix me made it harder to hate him. No, somewhere in there, while wemade a family all our own and he showed off his Daddy colors, myinnocent childhood crush on him turned into love.
  Jensen

Itold her I'd be back for her. It took me eight years, and when I didfind her again, she was pissed at me. She had every right to be,sure, but nothing she said or did would keep me away or run me offagain. I had lots of hurts to apologize for and issues to helpheal.
So, I vowed to heal her. With laughter, forgiveness,trust, a new family --- and orgasms. What I hadn't planned on doingwas falling in love with her.

The Murder of Crows isa novel of about 70K words. It is the continuation, and conclusion,of Mercy and Jensen's story from Merry Christmas, Soldier (but can beread as a standalone). There are triggers, listed in the front of thebook, or you may contact the author. It's not intended for anyoneyounger than 18 years of age. It ends with a Happily Ever After.

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Happy Valentine’s, Biker

Crooked Halos Book 2

 He's a maverick, rough and ready.

She's sweet, scared anddesperate with an underlying fire.

When they meet, is it onenight?

Or is she his light?

   Psycho
I hadone job, and I did it. Kick ass and take names, just like always. Iwas beyond exhausted, ready to fall into bed and call it a night.Then, I saw her.
Every bit of darkness within me wantedher, and not even the abuse she'd been through that night with herscumbag boyfriend would stop me from getting her.
I'dfound my prey, my Sunshine, and nothing would stop me from claimingwhat was mine.
Not even her.
Happy Valentine's, Bikeris a prequel novella under 15K words and is book 1.5 in the CrookedHalos series. It's not intended for readers under 18 years of age orwith certain triggers (see author for details).

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Merry Christmas, Soldier

Crooked Halos Book 1

Merry Christmas, Soldier is an 11K novella written in first personpast tense. It is a taboo romance with an 18 year age gap betweenthem; all characters are of legal, consenting age.

Jensen is inthe military, and Mercy was born premature; if any of that mightpossibly be a trigger, proceed with caution.

It is a prequel,which means there's more to the story --- and yes, it ends on acliffhanger... There is cussing, slight kink, and sexualsituations. Again, proceed with caution. This is not intendedfor anyone under the age of 18.

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Little bit sweet, whole lotta naughty, always HEA

KC Bear has beenwriting as a hobby her entire life and one day decided to give thevoices in her head life of their own.

While she does onlyhave a few little book babies out, she's got more ideas than she cancount! With ideas for stories ranging from romance that blurs theline into erotica, women who love other women, supernatural romance,and everything in between, she's sure you'll find something to enjoyas soon as she gets it put out into the world!

As a proudsubmissive, BDSM plays heavily into her novels with darker themes ofsadomasochism, unconventional relationships with menages, and cursingthat could make a sailor blush; but you can be sure they're all alittle bit sweet, whole lotta naughty, and always have a HEA.

When she isn'twriting or creating entire worlds in her head, she spends her days inKentucky on their 10 acres with her very own Dominant and Pandora,the spoiled cat.

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 Evil hides in the shadows.

Fade Into the Night

Philly Heat SeriesBook 5

by

Becky Flade

Genre: RomanticSuspense

A man dedicated to unmasking monsters.The woman who gives faces to the lost.Neither can see the evil hiding in plain sight.
FBI Special Agent Noah Danes' investigationinto The Beltway Romeo brings him to Philadelphia and leads to achance encounter with an old friend. Forensic facialreconstructionist Sadie Potter hasn't seen Noah since the sentencingof her mother's murderer four years earlier. Seeing one another in anew light, they both dare to hope for more.
But beforethey can explore their newfound feelings, Sadie's attacked by TheBeltway Romeo.
Fueled with rage and fear, Noah swears toprotect her at all costs. But his fellow profilers turn their focuson Noah, threatening to reveal his deepest secrets to the world.Scarred, depressed, and afraid of losing herself along with her art,Sadie lashes out at the people she loves most...until Romeo makes itclear he hasn't forgotten the victim who got away.

“Fade intothe Night” will grab readers at the first page and not let up untilthe conclusion! ~InD'tale Magazine

This is acompletely unputdownable hold-onto-your-hat book that will takereaders on a wild and crazy ride! ~InD'tale Magazine

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When I was little, I thought everyone had stories in their head. When I found out only special people had stories to tell, I wanted to be one of the magical ones who shared their stories with the world. I wrote my first book in kindergarten with the help of my teacher, Mrs. Daniels. My mom – my biggest fan and most ardent supporter – has that little crayon-drawn book tucked into the pages of her family bible. It took almost thirty years to get from there to published but here I am, making my own dreams come true, one happily ever after at a time.

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While they underestimate her, she'splanning their death. 

The Ledger

Teamof Eight Book 1

by 

 Jodee Jean Daniels

Genre:Suspense Mystery with Heat

Lillianne's world is a fortress ofsecrets and chosen bonds. Her 'Team of Eight' isn't just a close-knitgroup; they're her found family, safeguarding her against shadowyglobal threats. Amidst this protective circle, a dark presencelingers - Azrael. This mysterious entity whispers from the depths ofher mind, guiding her in a relentless fight against evil.
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I'm delighted to have the fabulous Jasmine Hill as my special guest today with steamy holiday romp Candy Canes & Cuffs. This story gave me serious Pretty Woman vibes with a bdsm bent. What more could you ask for? I thoroughly enjoyed it and highly recommend you add it to your holiday TBR asap!
CANDY CANES & CUFFS[Sold to the Billionaire Collection]
 by
Jasmine Hill contemporary, erotic romance, billionaire, holiday, Christmas, bdsm, dominance/submission, bondage

Will her prejudice prove too much to overcome?

Ashley Carlisle has volunteered for the Billionaires’ submissive auction but there is only one billionaire she’s interested in, Talbot Stone, son of the man who destroyed her father.

Ashley is determined to gain the renowned Dominant’s attention and keep it for the seven days required for her payment. Finally, she’ll recoup some of the money lost to her father and even better, Talbot Stone will be the one to pay.

Talbot Stone takes one look at the submissive on the auction block and resolves to win her at any cost. She’s the one he’s been waiting for, a prefect submissive in candy canes and cuffs.

Their attraction is electric, and Talbot introduces Ashley to a hot new world of Dominance and submission. But not all is as it seems, and Ashley’s prejudice threatens to drive them apart. Can she look beyond the sins of the father before she loses Talbot forever?

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Ashley gazed around the lavish cabin designated for her and wiped her clammy palms on her jeans. Her heart had been thumping a rapid tattoo ever since she’d stepped foot onto the luxurious pleasure craft. I can’t believe I’m going through with this.

Christmas carols played over the cabin’s speakers and a cheery red poinsettia sat on the coffee table, a green and gold embossed card propped against its pot.

Ashley Carlisle, we welcome you to the annual Sydney Billionaires’ BDSM Christmas Auction. Good luck.

She selected a holly-adorned mint from a crystal bowl and popped it into her mouth. There was just one billionaire that she was interested in, and she’d been studying his likes and dislikes for weeks. She’d honed her mind and body, even gaining a few kilos to obtain the full, curved backside and hips that he so desired. Hours of lunges, squats and other tortuous exercises had helped her achieve the “rounded butt” look. She prayed that her hard work would pay off and that she’d snag the undivided attention of her target, Talbot Stone. Even his name, Talbot, held an apt foreboding—messenger of destruction.

Just thinking of the Stone name left a sour taste in her mouth. The elder Stone had been the man who had ruined her father and sent him to an early grave. Now it was time for Ashley to recoup some of the money lost to her family. The Stones were an unscrupulous lot, intent on stepping over and on anyone to get what they desired. And what they desired, above all else, was money. She was sure Talbot Stone was no different than his father—proud, egotistical and entitled.

As far as Ashley could see, the Stone men didn’t have many weaknesses. They owned various companies, had their fingers in any pie that would prove lucrative, and if things didn’t work out as they’d planned, they had no problems spinning the situation to suit their needs. They were ruthless in business and Ashley would be no match for them in that quarter. Her one chance to get at Talbot Stone would be through this BDSM auction. Through her study of the man, she had discovered that in BDSM circles, he was a well-known Dom, one who submissives lusted after. A Dom with money, power and looks, and every year, he participated in the Christmas auction. She wasn’t an experienced submissive, but she’d dabbled enough to understand what was required of her. If she was successful at the auction, she’d have an opening to Talbot and his life, but, more importantly, his money. She just had to hold his interest for the full seven days. By all accounts, he was quick to boredom, so she needed to obtain, then keep his attention.

Her plan had more holes than Swiss cheese. What if another Dom won her? What if Talbot Stone had no interest in her? What if she couldn’t stick it out? What if she wasn’t a good submissive? The “what ifs” seemed endless. Her short-term goal was gaining Talbot’s interest. If she got that far, if he won her at the auction, she’d need to last for a week before her payment was granted. And there was a certain poetic justice, skewed though it might be, in deceiving him. She was tough. She could endure a week of the enigmatic and powerful Talbot Stone. It could be worse. He could look like the hunchback of Notre Dame. She giggled, relieving some of the tension in her chest. Despite the nerve-wracking situation, a frisson of excitement skipped down her spine. I might even enjoy this a little.

The cabin vibrated and the boat rocked, signalling that they were moving away from the private wharf. She gazed out through the window at the city lights surrounding Sydney Harbour and tried not to worry about the looming auction. She needed to be strong and confident, a mix of sassy but submissive —a combination that would take everything in her to pull off.

She had to do something to relax. She wandered into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the taps for the tub. Various products were lined up on the countertop in assorted fragrances reminiscent of Christmas. She chose a spicy brandy and orange-scented oil and poured it under the running water, then she lit a Christmas pudding candle, imbuing the room with the familiar scent of cinnamon and cloves. She undressed, tied her hair into a topknot then slipped into the fragrant water.

The long soak in the tub left her relaxed and refreshed and she had succeeded in calming her nerves. Now she stood, assessing her reflection in the full-length mirror.

It had taken her an age to create her outfit, but she was pleased with the result. Candy canes fashioned into a skirt and woven into fishing line floated low on her rounded hips, finishing just above mid-thigh. Red, white and green Christmas mints snaked in circles around each of her full breasts. She’d pulled her long auburn hair into a high ponytail and tied it with a red ribbon. She’d kept her makeup natural but had painted her lips a bright crimson to keep to the Christmas theme. Candy-cane jewellery circled her wrists in the form of cuffs. Strappy red stilettos finished the look. The effect was whimsical but sexy. If luck was on her side, she’d start a bidding war.

She scanned her notecards on Talbot Stone one last time. She had to play her part to perfection to extract a high bid from the man. She needed the money. She loved her job as a social worker, but her student loans were extensive. She also wanted to look after her mother and sister, and she was determined to make Talbot Stone pay.

She startled as the cabin intercom crackled to life and a disembodied voice requested her presence at the staging area. The auction was about to commence.

* * * *

Talbot Stone stared out through the window of his assigned state room, his chin resting on his thumb and forefinger as he pondered the evening ahead. Some Doms requested a dossier of the submissives for auction, pouring over the pages and photos for weeks in advance. Talbot had never done that. He preferred the excitement of the unknown, the surprise of seeing that submissive, “the one” on stage as if presented to him like a gift. It was a Christmas auction, after all, and he considered his chosen submissive a reward to himself. He’d unwrap his “gift” as if she were the most special present in the world. After that, he couldn’t say that he would be so careful. His cock thickened and lengthened as he imagined what he’d do with his new submissive. Tying her up for the first time and turning her ass a beautiful shade of pink to red would be exquisite. Would she cry and scream for him to stop, or would she take it silently? Would she be quick to safeword? He hoped not. There was nothing more annoying than a sub who safeworded at the first sign of discomfort. The submissives on the auction block he’d expect to be practiced in the art, but the thought of an inexperienced sub was more than a little intriguing. That would add a whole new dimension to things.

He checked his watch — a little over an hour until the auction would start. The anticipation was clawing at his spine and tightening his chest. Soon he would have his new submissive.

Jasmine’s been writing professionally since 2013. She adores reading all genres, but erotic romance and thrillers are her favorites. Jasmine loves writing and is always looking for new ideas for stories that will provoke inner passions, stimulate the senses, and ignite the imagination. When not writing, Jasmine can be found cooking up a storm in the kitchen or working off those calories in the gym.

She has won some short story competitions and has also written interactive stories for online gaming apps while publishing her erotic romance novels through Totally Bound Publishing. Jasmine Hill loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.

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