Spotlight: The Boyfriend Experience by J.A. Huss

The Boyfriend Experience
J.A. Huss
(Jordan’s Game, #3)
Publication date: May 30th 2018
Genres: New Adult Romance Comedy

From NYT Bestselling Author, JA Huss, comes a new sexy standalone in the Jordan’s Game series.

I NEED A BOYFRIEND… and I need one now…

WANTED
One bad-ass man with boyfriend experience.
Must be willing to fight dirty and work weekends, nights, and overtime.
Bad attitude a must. Bonus points if you’re hot, athletic, and sporting tattoos.

When I asked Jordan Wells for a Boyfriend Experience game I didn’t expect to get stuck with billionaire real-estate agent, Lawton Ayers. He doesn’t exactly fit the job description.

WANTED
One professional woman with business experience.
Must be willing to build a future together.
Successful entrepreneur a must. Bonus points if you’re a crazy local legend.

When Jordan Wells offered up Oaklee Ryan a last-minute business partner to seal a deal I’ve been working on for years, I didn’t expect beautiful, sexy, and multi-orgasmic to be on her list of qualifications.

But that’s what I got. And she’s perfect just the way she is.

Too bad she doesn’t want me to be HER boyfriend. Because she bought me for someone else…

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EXCERPT:

She’s smiling up at me, her brown eyes turned slightly yellow from the glow of the lights, her cheeks pink. Flushed from the exertion of sex. Her breathing slower now, but not her heart. Because I can feel it underneath me.

Still pounding.

Waiting for more.

Trying to match mine.

So we can keep time together.

I think that’s what hearts do. Keep time. Keep everything together. Keep this crazy thing called life in perspective.

“One more time here,” I say. “Then I’ll take you inside so I can get you naked.”

It’s too cold to make her take her clothes off. Even though I know she’d do that if I asked her to. I can already feel the chill of her beneath me. But my body heat will help. Will protect her from the cold.

The deluxe package includes a boyfriend blanket on a cold night.

She opens her legs, reaches down between them to pull her panties aside, and my hips adjust enough to allow my cock to slide up to her opening. Her fingers are grabbing my shoulder now. And even through the leather I can feel them dig.

I want to take the jacket off so she can leave marks on me. I want there to be nothing between us. But I want her to be on the bottom at least once. So she can look up and see the surreal fantasy version of the underside of her water tower just like I did. So we can share that special feeling of being with someone you adore in a way that can’t be repeated.

No one will ever make love to her like this again. Not even me. Because this is a moment and moments pass into other moments and no two are ever alike.

She thrusts her hips upward, trying to force me to enter her. I just grin, because not gonna happen. Not until I say so, at least.

“Come on,” she whispers, watching me intently. “Let’s go.”

“We’ve got time. There’s no rush.”

She thrusts upward again. “There is a rush. A rush I want to experience again. Don’t make me beg, Lawton Ayers.”

“Begging?” I ask playfully. “Is that something you do?”

She giggles, then gets serious real quick. She frowns. Pouts her lips. Widens her eyes. “Please,” comes out like a whimper. Like she’s been wounded and needs relief. Relief only I can administer.

“Just take a moment, Oaklee. Feel it with me.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. Like she’s trying to figure out what I’m asking.

“The game is over,” I say. “That’s what I want you to feel. We passed it by some time ago. I’m not sure when, exactly. But the game is over.”

“OK,” she says, her face relaxing. The pout is gone. The confusion is gone. And all her expectations seem to melt away. “We’re real,” she whispers.

Author Bio:

JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller's list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.

Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.

She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.

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Spotlight: Pink Slips by Emma J. Wolfen

Pink Slips
Emma J. Wolfe
Publication date: Summer 2018 (relaunch)
Genres: Adult, Romance

Happily married and the head of a prestigious ad agency’s venture capital division, Hope Hunter has it all. Then, disaster strikes as an attack on her reputation ends her marriage and puts her career in jeopardy.

Hurting and still recovering from a whirlwind affair with a man who reveals an unforgivable secret, Hope flees Chicago for London, England. There, she tries to pull herself together and decide what, if anything, of her old life is worth fighting for.

They say you can’t have it all, and the events of the last few months seem to be trying to prove that. Hope’s not ready to give up, however. After all, where is it written that a woman must choose between passionate love and an exciting career?

A story about beating the odds, Pink Slips is the first installment in Emma J. Wolfe’s Hope Hunter Chronicles.

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EXCERPT:

The next morning, she awoke with an odd feeling of vigor and excitement. Somehow the turn of events made her happy. How that could be, she was not sure, but she felt inspired—hopeful—in a way she had not for so long. Finally, she would be free of David; he would no longer abuse her emotionally. Her future was ahead of her. Her marriage was over…but so was a caging relationship that kept her from real happiness. Being alone would be better than being with him. She was about to launch one of the most successful new companies focused on the new condition of a contemporary woman. She would bring a voice to so many. She would channel her pain into helping others—and maybe even herself. And now, thankfully, David had cheated, and so she didn’t have to. She could escape and be free—free to live and to love.

She wore her favorite blue Armani suit that day with beautiful nude pumps and a matching Valentino handbag. She piled on as much eye serum as she could to hide the evidence of the tears and shame from the night before. She wasn’t sure if she should go home first or not, but she decided not was a better answer. She threw all her things in the trunk of her car, unsure where she would spend the night but certain today would bring something new and better. I have my courage and conviction. I have me, Hope, she thought. No pun intended.

Today, she thought, would change everything.

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Emma J. Wolfe is a technology entrepreneur and attorney. She is currently working on the second installment of the Hope Hunter Chronicles, Southern Life.

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Spotlight: A Mistress for Penndrake by Tammy L Bailey

The Marquess of Wesley is out for blood. For a year, Lord Wesley has tried to undo the devastation his father left to Penndrake, their ancestral home, only to discover the man gambled it away right before his death. Now Wesley is being blackmailed by the new owner into marrying a woman he’s never met in order to get it back. But his intentions are less than honorable…

At one and twenty, Miss Kate Holden intends to become a governess, having sworn off all men years ago. However, her plans are halted when she receives a daunting letter from her cousin about a Lord Wesley. Ignorant of the name, and the devilish marquess that wears it all too well, she nearly ends up compromised. Refusing to fall prey to Wesley’s skillful seduction, Kate decides to turn things around on the rake. But the high-stakes game between them soon leads to her losing the last thing she expected…her heart.

Excerpt

“Who are you talking to?”

Kate snapped her head up to find a man on a glistening black horse, his stocky figure blocking most of the sun. She lifted her hand to shield the glare and squinted at him. “My hat, sir?”

He bobbed his head. “Well, it doesn’t appear to be listening.”

His voiced caressed her for a moment before she dropped her arm and turned to see her bonnet even farther away, tangled in a briar patch and struggling with all its might to get free.

“Oh, bother,” she grumbled, picking up her hem to tramp across the high grass in order to wrestle the darn thing from the razor-sharp thorns before evening. She’d only wanted some peace and quiet from her aunt’s constant prattling and Claire’s endless requests of, “Kate, fetch me some tea. Kate, read me a story. Kate, tell Deidra to stop snorting.”

As Kate walked and muttered to herself, beads of sweat gathered around her temples and slid down between her breasts. The hefty breeze was cool, so she didn’t know why her face or other intimate parts of her body felt a bit overheated. Nevertheless, she puffed out frustrated breaths, stretching over the knee-length reeds until she reached the expanse of snarled brown vines. She drove her hand deep inside where two long spikes punctured her pinky and middle finger. Surprised and angry, she wrenched her arm back to her side.

“You should be more careful.”

The familiar, penetrating voice caused Kate to whirl around and find the mysterious rider she’d encountered earlier. He stood with booted feet upon the soft earth, not a few feet away. Her breath caught as her searching gaze drank in his serious features and confident form. Handsome didn’t even begin to describe him. Then again, she didn’t know what word did: dashing, dangerous?

He was tall with black hair, the same color as his horse. The mingling shade of his eyes reminded her of the earth where green mingled with brown and blue in a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors. His nose was straight, his lips sensual and twisted into a humored grin. Did he think her predicament amusing?

Adorned in unpretentious clothing: gray breeches, white shirt, white cravat, and a dark blue tailcoat, she believed him to be no more than a local gentleman out for a ride.

He stepped forward, halted, and then nodded toward her hands. “You do realize you’re bleeding?”

She shook out of her trance and glanced down to find splotches of crimson dotting her drab day dress. To her mother’s chagrin and her aunt’s delight, Kate adorned herself in the most unflattering colors to discourage men like the Mr. Rourkes or the Mr. Leisures of her small world from giving her a second glance.

“May I?”

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Tammy began writing when the shows and movies she watched didn't end the way she wanted them to end. Whether it's historical or contemporary, for her, there must always be a happy ending. When she's not writing, she's spending time with her husband and two boys near Cleveland, Ohio. Without their sacrifice and understanding, she believes she would have never been able to pursue her passion for writing or her accomplishment of becoming a published author.

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Spotlight: The Duke of Lies by Darcy Burke

The Duke of Lies, an all-new historical standalone from USA Today bestselling author Darcy Burke, is out!

Verity Beaumont has suffered domineering men most of her life, first with her father and then with her husband. Free from both men, she has finally found peace. Even meeting a kind and hard-working gentleman who just might be the perfect father her young son so desperately needs. But as she dares look to the future, her carefully ordered world is shattered when her dead husband returns.

Imprisoned in America during the war, Rufus Beaumont, Duke of Blackburn, wants nothing more than to return to his native England. He longs for comfort and safety away from the horrors of battle, only the life he returns to is not the life he left. He must convince his wife that their marriage is worth fighting for, that he’s not the man he was. But when the truth about what happened to him leaks out, he must prove that not everything about him, especially his love for her, is a lie.

Excerpt

The day was warm and bright, and she was looking forward to being outside. The door she’d come through suddenly burst open. Beau dashed out, his laughter immediately filling the courtyard.

He was quickly followed by Rufus, who chased him along the edge of the garden to the center path. Beau didn’t slow as he rounded the corner, and his feet slipped on the cobblestones. He fell down, landing on his side.

Verity dropped the blanket and ran toward him, but Rufus beat her by quite a bit. It was then that she realized he hadn’t been using his top speed to chase the boy. She’d seen that when he’d caught Racer that day at Mr. Maynard’s farm.

Rufus picked Beau up and set him on his feet and squatted down in front of him.“All right?”

Verity had expected Beau to cry, and his face had gone slightly pale. She lowered herself next to Rufus.“Did that scare you?” she asked, stroking Beau’s arm from shoulder to elbow and back again.

Beau nodded. Then a moment later, he ran to the top of the stairs leading to the courtyard.“Comeon, Papa, catch me!”

Rufus stood and offered his hand to Verity to help her rise. She wasn’t wearing gloves, and neither was he. It was the first time their flesh had touched, and it was like grabbing lightning. Or how she imagined it to be—electrifying and hot, and it left a lasting impression.

“Please don’t chase him down the stairs. He already fell once.” She turned to Beau and called,“Please be careful.”

“I am being careful, Mama. And don’t worry about the stairs. I ran down them to the kitchen passage and didn’t fall.”

She looked over at Rufus.“Isthat right?”

His gaze drifted to the side, and he hesitated a moment.“Er,yes. We were playing knights and villains.”

“Which one were you?”

“It was my turn to be the knight.”

Verity frowned and shifted a glance toward Beau.“Idon’t like thinking of my boy as a villain.”

“It’s pretend,” Rufus said.“But if it makes you feel better, he only chooses to be the villain because he likes to be chased.”

“Can’t the villain chase the knight?”

His mouth tipped into a crooked smile, and her stomach did a flip. It was as if lightning had struck again.“It’s pretend. We can do whatever we like.” He looked back toward the basket and the blanket on the ground.“I’ll get the things for the picnic.” He turned and started along the path.

“I can grab the blanket,” she offered.

He waved a hand.“I’ve got it.”

Verity went to Beau instead. She took his hand, and they descended into the courtyard, then veered right toward the gateway to the stable yard.“Perhaps I should play knights and villains.” She wondered why they hadn’t done that before and felt bad. It was a stark reminder of how much he’d missed not having a father.

“But you’re a girl.” Beau sounded scandalized.

Rufus met them as they approached the gate.“What’swrong with your mother being a girl?”

“She wants to play knights and villains.” He made a face that clearly showed what he thought of that idea.

Verity was caught between laughter and disappointment.

“It would be better if she joined us,” Rufus said, drawing Beau’s sharp attention.“A knight needs a fair maiden to rescue.”

“Then I am definitely going to be the villain. I don’t wanna rescue a girl.” He frowned, then sent his mother an apologetic glance.“ExceptI do want to save you, Mama.”

Verity surrendered to the laughter. “Thank you.”

“But Papa should be the one to save you. That’s what dukes do, right?”

“That’s what husbands do,” Rufus corrected,“whether they are a duke or not.”

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Darcy Burke is the USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy, emotional historical and contemporary romance. Darcy wrote her first book at age 11, a happily ever after about a swan addicted to magic and the female swan who loved him, with exceedingly poor illustrations. Join her reader club at http://www.darcyburke.com/readerclub. A native Oregonian, Darcy lives on the edge of wine country with her guitar-strumming husband, their two hilarious kids who seem to have inherited the writing gene, two Bengal cats and a third cat named after a fruit.

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Spotlight: Cinderella’s Inferno by F.M. Boughan

 

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Cinderella's Inferno by F.M. Boughan

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Purity cannot abide the darkness.

It’s been two years since Ellison defeated her stepsisters and sent her evil stepmother back into the Abyss.

Though she’s learning to control her dark magic and has spent time traveling with Prince William and bringing peace to the kingdom, one fact remains. She is a necromancer and he is a paladin of light. And so, the king refuses to give his blessing for them to marry.

To appease his father, William has begun to avoid her. But when even her younger brother Edward grows distant, Ellison learns her mother’s spirit has been visiting Edward in secret, threatening to overwhelm him with her own loneliness and longing. When Ellison accidentally touches her mother’s spirit, her tainted touch condemns her mother’s spirit to eternal damnation.

Ellison resolves to descend into hell to save her mother’s soul and bring her physical body back to the world of the living. William hopes this good deed will bring Ellison into favor and finally allow them to be wed.

But the journey through hell is fraught with peril. Temptations abound and the demons Ellison sent back to the Abyss are thirsty for revenge.

Evil cannot be defeated without sacrifice—but when that sacrifice means choosing between the ones Ellison loves and her very own life, how far is she willing to go to make her family whole again?

Cinderella's Inferno (Cinderella Necromancer #2) by F.M. Boughan Release Date: May 29, 2018 Publisher: Month9Books

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F.M. Boughan is a bibliophile, a writer, and an unabashed parrot enthusiast. She can often be found writing in local coffee shops, namely because it’s hard to concentrate with a cat lying on the keyboard and a small, colorful parrot screaming into her ear. Her work is somewhat dark, somewhat violent, somewhat hopeful, and always contains a hint of magic.

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Read an excerpt from Tuck Me In Tight by Jennifer Rebecca

George Washington Township, New Jersey has been relatively quiet ever since it was turned upside down following a high profile kidnapping. During the lull in excitement Detective Claire Goodnite has enjoyed being in the love bubble with the sexy SAIC Wesley O’Connell.

Never fully believing that she was capable of a committed relationship—with Wes or with anyone—leaves Claire feeling undeserving of the elusive happily ever after. She has never let herself enjoy what was within her grasp . . .

Until a string of murdered women dressed and posed like sleeping dolls shakes the very foundation of everything Claire thought she knew. Particularly when the only connection to be found between the three victims is the man who finally stole her heart for keeps, Wes.

But it’s like she always said, she’s bad at love.

Excerpt

I have that creepy feeling you get when you know that someone is watching. It’s a feeling that has saved my life a handful of times so I snap my eyes open and see Wes is laying on his side. He’s propped up on his elbow, with his head resting on his hand and his warm eyes on me.
“Hey,” I rasp hoping he didn’t realize that I was gripped in another nightmare.
“Morning, baby.” I swallow to try and clear the sleep from my throat and open my mouth to speak but Wes beats me to it by dropping his mouth to mine. I open mine underneath his when he licks at the seam of my lips and he deepens the kiss as he rolls over my body.
“We have to get up.”
“Not yet,” he hums against my mouth as he slides his knees between my thighs spreading them open to his invasion of the very best kind.
“We have to go to work.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs as he trails his fingers down my hip and over my mound and down further. “Always so wet.” He swirls his index finger around my clit making me whimper into his mouth.
“Wes—”
“Not yet,” he says as he removes his finger from my clit, only to guide the tip of his cock into my wetness. I arch my back to try and take him deeper. “Not yet.”
“Please, Wes.” And that was all he needed to slide all the way to the root.  
Wes takes my hands in his and intertwines our fingers in an intimate move that I both love and hate. I love it because it makes us so close—nose to nose—and other more fun parts. And I hate it because it’s so intimate—that scares the hell out of me.
He places our joined hands up on either side of my head and as he looks into my eyes, his nose brushing mine. Wes rocks his hips softly into mine. There is no restlessness, no rush this time. Wes is not a man in a hurry, but he is a man with a desire to make love to his woman. You can see it in his eyes as he slowly puts his mouth on mine and takes us both over the edge.
When our breathing slows and the sweat on our bodies begins to cool, Wes finally looks at me and says, “Now we have to get up and get ready for work.” I just roll my eyes and he laughs.
Wes pulls me up and out of bed and leads me down the hall to my small bathroom where he lifts me up by the waist and sets me on the small, soapstone countertop. He pulls the glass door open and cranks the water up. I live in a piece of shit apartment so even though the apartment is small, it takes awhile to heat up the water. So, Wes saunters back to me gloriously naked and then pushes his hips between my legs as I sit on the counter and kisses me. He doesn’t just kiss me, no, Wes lazily makes out with me in his arms while we wait for the shower to heat up.
Then he plucks me from the countertop and walks straight into the shower with me in his arms. I turn into the water to wash my hair. I tip my head back under the spray to rinse the suds from my hair. Before I have a chance to stand back up I’m hauled out of the water and up against a very hard Wes.
“Do you know what you do to me, baby?” he asks. I have an idea because it is also very hard and pressed against my belly.
“I’m starting to figure it out.” I grip his hard length in my fist and pump him once, twice, before I find my front pressed against the shower wall.
“Be careful, baby. You’re playing with fire.” He presses in close against my back and I feel the heat of him against my ass.
“Maybe I like the risk.”
He growls low in his throat before tipping my hips back and thrusting his cock deep. Wes keeps me pinned to the shower wall with his chest pressed to my back. The cool material of the shower wall at my breasts and the heat of his body at my back does things to me.
Wes sets a fast tempo of push and pull that won’t keep us going long. My cheek is against the wall and I whimper. I’m so close and I want it, but Wes is even closer.
“Touch yourself, baby. Get there.” Wes takes my hand from the wall in his and slides it down the wall to between my legs where his uses my finger to circle my clit and push me closer. He skates our hands deeper to where his cock moves hard and fast in and out of my body. “Feel that. This is us when you end and I begin and this is only ever going to be us. No one else.” He pumps faster and faster.
“Wes—”
“Get there,” he says as he moves our hands back up to circle my clit. I whimper and cry out because I’m there. He lets go of my hand and I take over as he grips my hips and thrusts harder. “Yes. you’re there.” And I am. I press my cheek harder to the shower wall as my finger circles my clit. Wes pushes into my body and pulls back one out, once, twice more, and then I come. Wes follows me over the edge calling out my name as he does.
As he comes back down to earth, he slowly glides his cock in and out before kissing my shoulder gently and then slipping free from my body. I lean all of my weight against the shower wall. I think I’m dead. I must have died just now but what a way to go.
I hear Wes swallow down a chuckle from behind me and then his soapy hands roam all over my body. He rains kisses down all over my shoulders and the back of my neck as he soaps up my body and his before rinsing us clean.
He shuts off the water and towels me dry before drying himself. Then we both dress for work—including my stuffing my drop gun and holster back in my boot. All while Wes watches with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

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Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.

Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.

10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.

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