Title: Playing By The Rules
Series: A Portland Brothers Novel
Author: Emily Robertson
Genre: NA/Contemp Romance
Release: August 25, 2015


Payton always had one rule she lived by, no boyfriends until after college. No one seemed to agree with her, even her own mother who had her at age sixteen. Returning to school after an accident that flipped Payton’s world upside down left her feeling out of control. Holding on to her rule seemed to be her only lifeline.

Josh had been letting the past rule his life for too long. Finally being at school, he’d become his own man, and he’d been putting all that behind him. Just when he thought he had it all put together, life got crazy. Not only did his ex show back up, but Josh also found he couldn’t get Payton Whitmore out of his head.

Once Josh convinces Payton to give him a shot, she’s so closed off that he wonders if it’s even worth it. Josh can tell there’s something special about Payton though, and as soon as he goes all in, he’s ready to show her that some rules are made to be broken.



          “Hey look!  It’s Geoff.” Payton pointed out his car pulling into campus and waved real big at him.  When he flashed his lights, she knew that he noticed her.

He parked his car in his parking lot and got out.  When he was out, Payton saw him wave back at her.  She was so glad she had a friend like him.  The streetlight illuminated him and he was looking sharp.  Payton was always surprised he didn’t have a girlfriend.  When an extra door closed, she realized he wasn’t alone, and her eyes darted over to the passenger side, and dread filled her.  She tried to whisper, but she was sure that with all the booze in her system it wasn’t really all that quiet.

          “Hailey!  That’s him!”

          “Who?  Wha-“

          “Him!” Payton cut her off.  “It’s the guy I was telling you about.  With Geoff.”

          “Damn girl, you were right.  He’s hot.”

          “Quick look away.  I think he’s staring at us,” Payton said frantically trying to find something else to concentrate on.  She was looking around like a spaz, but she couldn’t help herself.  Suddenly she noticed Hailey wasn’t only looking at the guy, she’d turned and was downright staring at him.

          “What are you doing?” Payton hissed.

          “I’m looking at this nice specimen of a man that seems to be staring at you.  Pity you can’t look back, it’s a nice view.”

          “What?  No!” Payton felt her cheeks heat even more than they already were.  She risked a quick glance, and sure enough, he was looking at her.

          “Well, do something,” Hailey encouraged.

          “What am I supposed to do?  I’m not going over there.  I’d make an ass out of myself.”


          “So, I…oh hell,” Not having much reasoning still from all the Patrón running through her she yelled the first thing that came to mind as loud as she could, “HEY!  YOU’RE KINDA CUTE!”

          Payton planted her palm on her face, What the hell?  Of all the things, that had to come out?  Knowing she had to get out of there now, she started to pull on Hailey’s arm trying to get her to move.  “What are you doing?  Let’s go!” Payton hissed at her friend. 

          “I’m not going anywhere, you can leave without me if you must, but I’m staying right here.”

          Payton knew Hailey was playing this card because it was a pact they had.  It was best friend rule number one.  You never EVER left the other alone especially when it was night and they were drunk.  Payton and Hailey always made sure the other was home and safe.  It looked like her BFF was using the rule against her tonight though.

          “I kinda hate you right now,” Payton muttered under her breath.

          “What was that?”

          “Come on, they’re on the way over.  If you love me, you’ll go, now.” 

          “Nope.  Consider this my Christmas gift to you.”

          Payton looked over and realized it wasn’t just Mr. Hot coming, but Geoff was headed their way too.  Maybe she could still save this.  Oh, who was she kidding?  She couldn’t save this.  She’d made an idiot of herself plain and simple.  Hailey wasn’t doing anything to help; in fact, she was just rubbing it in.

          Payton leaned in close and said, “Just remember Hailey, paybacks suck.”  She plastered a fake smile on her face when she heard them approach.  Turning towards Geoff she said, “Hey Geoff, buddy, how was your poker night?”

          Geoff smirked, “Not too bad.  I got creamed though.”  He leaned in and gave her a hug.  It took her by surprise.  They’d been friends for a while, but they’d never really been the kind of friends who hugged just because.  Something was off.  Who was she kidding?  The whole situation was off.

          “Hey Hailey, how’s it going?” Geoff asked.

          “Not too bad Geoffrey.  Who’s your friend?”  Hailey nodded in Josh’s direction.

          Geoff cocked an eyebrow probably realizing he’d been scolded.  No one used Geoff’s full name, ever.  “Well, this is my friend Josh.  Josh, this is Hailey, and that’s Payton.”

          “It’s nice to finally meet you,” Josh said with a knowing grin to Payton like it was more of an inside joke.

          Payton’s cheeks reddened, “Thanks.  I can’t get you outta my head either.”  When she realized what she’d actually said, she planted her palm on her face.  Stupid Patrón shots.  “Anyway, sorry, we’ve gotta go.”

          Payton grabbed Hailey and yanked her towards the door.  It wasn’t easy since Hailey was busy laughing her butt off.  After she shoved Hailey in the door, she turned back to the guys. 

          “Night guys!”

          “Night Mr. Gorgeous,” Hailey yelled through the open door, and Payton’s mouth dropped open.  She needed to find a hole to bury herself in.

          “Hailey!”  Turning back towards the guys, “Sorry, we’ve had way too much to drink.  Can we just pretend this whole thing didn’t happen?”  She studied everyone’s faces and was mortified, “Didn’t think so.”


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Title: Unrestrained: A Duology
Author: Shyla Colt and LaQuette
Includes Chapters from: Power, Privilege & Pleasure by LaQuette and For the Love of Dixie by Shyla Colt
Release: August 28, 2015

Blurb #1:

Power Privilege & Pleasure by LaQuette

When a need for unrestrained power and control unfurls…chaos usually follows.

Alexis-Jeovonni Tenetti is the most prolific legal mind of her time.  She uses her genius to create intricate solutions for the problems her clients often find themselves in.  Her mind sees what most can’t, providing her with the ability to initiate and master the manipulative games she’s accustomed to playing.  Her ability to outthink everyone else around her has kept her successful and in control of almost every aspect of her life, and the lives of the clients she serves. 

After all, control is necessary to keep things in order.  Order is the only thing that keeps chaos away and allows most people to embrace the illusion of freedom.  She was all too aware that freedom came at a cost and was often a privilege of those in power.  The one time she’d forgotten that fact and relinquished her control had resulted into the living nightmares that chased her even in her waking hours. 

Life had taught her in a very vivid way that there were only two options in her world…control or be controlled.  And the latter just wasn’t an option she was willing to entertain.

Sometimes the only way to regain control is to stop playing the game…

Elliot Alan Quillen was raised in big business; he had everything at his

fingertips until a tragic accident stole the most important thing in the world to him.  Deciding the brass ring that had been dangled in front of his face was no longer an incentive for letting others control him, he walks away from everything his privilege has offered him. 

Cast aside by his overbearing family, Alan is left to pick up the tattered pieces of his life and soul alone.  He’s resigned himself to feeling nothing but the pain of loss for the rest of his life until his first encounter with his new boss’ lawyer clues him in that he might just be ready for something more.

Arrogant and frustrating, Alan quickly learns to suppress his desire for the lady lawyer and her infuriating mouth.  If only he could stop daydreaming about what that mouth would taste like on his tongue, then maybe he could stop the desire that he’s been fighting like hell to bury along with the rest of his emotions.

When secrets from A.J.’s past come spilling out of her tightly sealed closet and bring danger to her door, Alan has to make a choice.  Willingly step into another set of manipulative power games, stand by her and forgive her secrets, or let a murderous maniac decimate A.J. and her entire family.

Or will they both realize that her power combined with his privilege could equal the ultimate pleasure?

Blurb #2:

For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos #3 by Shyla Colt)

After having her heart broken by Echo, Dixie Dunn makes a new life for herself, away from the Kings Of Chaos. Now, she must return in order to get her stubborn father back to fighting shape after a heart attack. She knows she’ll have to face Echo, as he has made it clear over the years that she still belongs to him. But she refuses to give him any chance to crush her heart again.

Echo, Joel Spencer knows that Dixie hates him, but he also knows she yearns for him. After being forced by his hateful father to practically leave her at the altar when they were teens, he realizes that he has his work cut out for him. One thing is on his side, he knows what she wants and needs. This time, he WILL make her his again, and to hell with whoever gets in his way.

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Excerpt: For The Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos #3)

I press my foot on the gas and open up the engine of my Chevy Camaro. Black Betty growls. I weave through the cars on the highway; hell bent on reaching my hometown. Thoughts of my father swim in my mind. Is he still alive? Will he survive this?

The years spent pulling all-nighters, partying hard, and taking on too much stress have finally gotten to him. They wheeled him into Mount St. Joseph hospital two hours ago.

I made the drive from Santa Monica in under an hour, breaking laws and driving with the aggressive skills honed on the busy highways of California. The familiar landscape is nothing more than a blur. I’m going too fast, and my ability to focus is shot. All that matters is reaching San Mateo. I know how their hospital is going to play it. They’ll bust the club’s balls and tell them they can only let in and release information to the next of kin emergency contact.

Despite the AC blowing from the vents, a fine sheen of sweat coats my body. My father is everything to me. Mother, Father, sister, brother, and extended family. I never knew my mother, and unlike many single fathers in our lifestyle, he never pawned me off on someone else. His philosophy is…we’re in it together. That means it was him and me against the world.

And then I left.

Guilt shreds me from the inside like poison tipped claws, releasing toxins into my bloodstream. I hit the brakes and skid into the parking lot, steering the car precariously into an open spot. I fumble with the seatbelt with clumsy fingers and shaky hands. I manage to remove the strap, stumble from the car and take a shaky breath. This wild-eyed, panicked persona won’t win me any points with the Kings, or help him.

Knock it the fuck off, Dunn. Time to woman up.

My heels clack against the blacktop as I walk through the rows of cars. I spot a line of parked motorcycles up front. My stomach drops, and I feel as if I’ve started the decent down a large hill. I run out of steam a few feet from the Harleys, faltering at the thought of facing their knowing eyes and censure. Everyone has an opinion about me and the way I handled things. I’m used to the malicious stares peppered in. It’s the silent accusations that kill me. At least I have the Grans. Grandpa and Grandma Dunn had accepted me and loved me with the single-minded-all-consuming-love that only grandparents are capable of.

As I stare at the double doors, my past rushes up and consumes me. The loneliness, shame, self-loathing, are the bile creeping up the back of my throat. God hates me. I’ve suspected it from the minute I was old enough to realize how fucked up my living situation was. I didn’t let that stop me. I’m a part of Chaos. We don’t bitch and whine. We change what doesn’t work and keep it moving. It doesn’t matter if we’re dying inside. Maybe that’s why so many of us have a wicked vice of going a little mad. All that holding in emotions and pretending to be okay. Never mind the dirt, blood, and secrets that cover each and every one of us. We can pretend it’s a motorcycle club that loves to ride, but in the back of our minds, the reality is always there starring us in the face. It’s a fucked up thing when you see shit on the news and know the people you love caused it. The club has an ugly side and a hefty price tag.

I didn’t want to pay the toll, so I left. There was no gain for me. Not when I was treated like a pariah. It wasn’t everyone, just a few. It was one too many. I know I shouldn’t’ have let it stop me. Nothing changes the fact that I ought to have been around more for Pops.

Maybe this is my punishment for being a shitty daughter.

A month after I broke my rule about mixing with the club, I’ve returned with no immediate exit strategy in sight. I’ve avoided this place like the plague for over ten years, and now I can’t get away. I’d do anything for my father. The man loved me and fought for me from the minute he knew I existed. It wasn’t easy being a single father in the club. When you add the fact that I represented everything some of the patch members were against, its miraculous I came out as well as I did. I think I was drawn to psychology because what I wanted most when I left San Mateo was answers. About myself, about the world I grew up in, and about people who blindly hate.

I’ve learned a lot over the years, but the one thing I could never figure out was how to come home without feeling like I was compromising myself and undoing all the work I’d done. I grew up in the club, but I never felt like I belonged. It put a strain between me and my father. I regret my choices now, as I pray the cardiac arrest he went into doesn’t steal him from this world. I let it go too long. I knew better. No one understands better than I and my family, how fleeting life can be. My mind goes back to Psycho’s fucked up assassination, because truly that’s what it was. A senseless snuffing out of life.

I give advice to people all day long, but I’m too chicken shit to face my demons. It’s ironic really. Those who can’t do, teach. Those who can’t function in a non-dysfunctional manor, become psychologists. Or at least I had. It made me feel like a fraud. Tired of being help captive by the bonds of the past, I square my shoulders like a soldier going into battle, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. I gave them the finger once and road off into the sunset with a full ride to college and plans for a good life. I won’t revert to the cowardice preteen now.

With my spine rediscovered, I enter via the double doors with my head held high. The sight of all their cuts boasting the crowned kings makes me queasy.

“Dixie Rose,” a voice booms.

I glance up and spot Stone.

“Where you been, girl? Get your ass over here, so we can find out how your daddy is doing,” Stone says. His voice is husky and his eyes are bloodshot.

I scurry over. When this man says something, you immediately comply. “I’m sorry, I got here as soon as I could,” I say, glad to have my task clearly labeled. “What happened?”

“One minute he was fine and the next, he was clutching his chest, and collapsing. His lips started turning blue. We managed to get an aspirin in him. I don’t know how much good it did.” Stone shakes his head.

“Are the Grans here?”

“No, they were out at the cabins. They’ll be pulling in soon.”

I grip Stone’s arm and let him lead me to the nurse’s station. I cannot lose my dad. “He has to be fine, he’s too damn ornery to let this take him out,” I whisper.

“His next of kin is here,” Stone says to the nurse at the desk.

“I’d like to see some identification,” the dark haired nurse with the sever bun and dour facial expression says.

I grit my teeth, used to the disbelief that comes from having dark skin, and a Caucasian father. I dig into the purse hanging at my side, pull out my Driver’s License and glare as she looks from my picture to the information they have on my father. “I see you are his emergency contact. You’re father suffered a cardiac arrest.” She nods her head. “Okay, Ms. Dunn. I’ll call the doctor in to speak with you.”

“No, you need to tell me something, now,” I say.

“Ma’am, that’s against policy.” She glances over at Stone nervously.

“No. You don’t look at him. You look at me. I’m the one you need to be worried about right now.” I lean over the desk. “These men are my family. Don’t let this face and these work clothes fool you. I want to know if my father is alive and I’m not going to wait for you to track down the doctor who’ll take his sweet time getting up here to tell me.”

She clears her throat and shifts in her chair. “He is alive and stabilized, that’s all I can say.”

“There…was that so hard?” I ask.

She shakes her head. Her hazel eyes are full of disdain, anger and fear.

I want to feel bad, but I don’t have it in me. From the minute I walked up, she judged me and gave me shit at the worst possible time. There were things I missed about this life, like getting straight to the point. There was no need for fake niceties. “You get all that, Stone?” I ask.

“Yeah, I got it, baby girl. Let me go tell the others,” Stone replies.

The mention of the others thrusts me back into icy waters. A chill rushes down my spine, and I can’t help but follow his journey with my gaze. I scan the crowd, searching for the one person I want to see the most, and the least at the same time.

Leaning against the wall, he looks like a mythical being. The golden strands of his hair fall around his shoulders, and his muscles flex in his forearms. All he needs is a hammer, and he’d be Thor.

His bright blue gaze collides with mine, and I’m lost. My heart bangs against my ribs like a prisoner rallying for freedom. Unable to move, I remain rooted like a tree grown up from the white and green tile floor. 

LaQuette Bio:

2015 Georgia Romance Writers Maggie Award Finalist in Erotic Romance, 2015 Swirl Awards Finalist in Romantic Suspense, LaQuette, a native of Brooklyn, New York, spends her time catering to her three distinct personalities: Wife, Mother, and Educator. 
Writing--her escape from everyday madness--has always been a friend and comforter. She loves writing and devouring romance novels. Although she possesses a graduate degree in English Lit, she'd forego Shakespeare any day to read something hot, lusty, and romantic.
She loves hearing from readers and discussing the crazy characters that are running around in her head causing so much trouble.

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Shyla Bio:

Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She’s always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration. 

After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there’s never a dull moment in her household. 

She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.

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About the book: They've got to find a cruel serial killer, but their attraction might be deadlier.

Detective Jase Striker doesn't want a partner on the job, and when he’s saddled with Angelica Piccolino—a rookie in the homicide division—he’s more than a little annoyed. But his irritation with his sexy new partner soon morphs into a blistering passion, and though he fears what mixing work with pleasure will do to his crime fighting abilities, she soon proves irresistible.

Despite her diminutive size, Angelica is no stranger to the streets, and at twenty-six years old she’s tired of being treated like a kid. Yet somehow, when her attitude pushes Striker too far and he takes her over his knee for a bare bottom spanking, it merely leaves her desire for him burning even hotter.

Forced to work together as a team, Striker and Piccolino must race against time to hunt down a serial killer whose only calling card is a white rose left with each victim. Can they

bring the white rose murderer to justice before another victim turns up?

Publisher’s Note: Striker is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt #3 (610 words) R-Rated (language and concepts):

The next morning, I realized it had been a huge mistake to allow my partner to drive the police vehicle to the scene of the latest murder. She was reckless and completely unconcerned about other cars. Sure, we had our flasher in the window and the siren on, but we were in an unmarked car. People were slower to get out of the way than they would be for a marked police car. “Geez, slow the fuck down!”

She grinned at me and slewed the car on the wet road. A moment later, she was back in control, but her grin was a little false. I gripped the oh shit bar above the window and held on for dear life. Even a seat belt and air bags wouldn’t be enough if she lost control at this speed.

“God damn it, Piccolino! I said slow down!”

“Grow some balls, Striker!”

“I mean it. You’re going to kill us both. Now cut it out!”

“Or what?” she mocked. “You’re going to spank me?”

Where she’d gotten that, almost reading my mind, kind of threw me for a loop. But if a person ever deserved a spanking more than Piccolino, I couldn’t think of one.

Rain started again, pelting the windshield with big, drooling drops. She flicked the wipers on, but didn’t slow down in the least. We rounded a corner and fishtailed, but once again, she got control after a heart-stopping moment.

“You sure as hell need a spanking, you little brat.”

“Good luck with that. I know karate.”

“Not that it would do you any good.” We swerved and I saw my life flash before my eyes. “You are out of control, woman!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The car screeched to a halt, well, almost to a halt, just as it sideswiped a parked vehicle a block away from our destination. Piccolino’s mouth opened and shut a few times, and then she squeaked, “Oops.”

“Your ass is grass, Piccolino,” I told her. “Get out of the car.” My door was pinned closed against the crunched driver’s side door of the BMW she’d hit. Silently, her face pale, Piccolino got out of the car, and I awkwardly moved across the seats and got out behind her. There were no pedestrians and few moving cars along the street, probably due to the rainy weather. That was fortunate for my partner, because it was going to be bad enough reporting this MVA to Donati. Accidents happened when pursuing criminals, but we hadn’t been in pursuit, so there was no excuse for it this time.

I straightened my fedora and stared down at her, my brows drawn together.

“I’m sorry.”

I remained silent.

“Really. I’m sorry. I should have listened to you. I’ve just never been so excited. Rolling to the scene of a homicide. I felt like I was in the big time, you know, like… I don’t know…”

“Starsky and Hutch.”


“Never mind. You crossed the line. This was no little fender-bender.” I pointed to the Beamer. “That guy’s paint job alone is going to cost a thousand bucks.”

“Do we have to say it was my fault?”

“It was your fault.”

“Well, kinda. And kinda not.”

“You want me to lie?”

“Lie? No. Just… don’t say anything about how fast I was going. If you don’t say anything, Donati will never know this was more than an unfortunate skid and crunch due to the weather.”

“I’ve had it about up to here with your attitude, Piccolino,” I told her, gesturing to the top of my head. “You deserve whatever you get from Donati.”

She bit her lower lip. “Do I deserve…maybe…a spanking?”

Patricia Green is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 30 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories.

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Title: ENTICE (The Affair, #1)
Author: Stacey Lynn writing as S. Layne
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 14, 2015

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When the most difficult decision of Laurie Baker’s life needed to be made, she took off for a weekend alone to weigh her pros and cons and consider all her options.

What she didn’t expect was to run face first into one more complication her life didn’t need.

Distracting, sexy, and British, Liam Parker offered Laurie exactly what she needed when she was desperate for attention.

One night of pleasure.

She wanted it.

She craved it.

She took it.

And when the sunlight dawned and the lusty haze of one night of passion disappeared and reality revealed itself…

Laurie returned home knowing that everything she had once believed, everything she had once loved and desired, was about to be tossed upside down and shaken in a way she could never imagine.

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Liam Parker crash landed into Laurie’s life when everything else was crumbling all around her. Her marriage and career were in pieces and her mind was left spinning.

But one touch from Liam, and Laurie could forget everything else around her.

She thought she had it all figured out.

As Laurie lost herself in Liam’s warm caresses and his commanding blue eyes, her husband refused to go quietly into the night. While Laurie fought to move on, it was James who was working his way back into her life, fighting for the marriage they had once held dear.

Forced to make choices she never imagined having to make, Laurie finally found herself on firm footing, knowing which way she was going to turn.

But then life threw her another curveball. And when she once again began picking up the pieces, learning how to survive and rebuild after everything exploded, there was only one man still there, one man who remained by her side, showing her that sometimes life isn’t about learning how to survive…

It’s about learning how to thrive.

ENFLAME (The Affair, #3)

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Talia Merchant dropped the idea of a forever kind of love after the first guy she loved stole not only her heart, but he also took her virginity….and then he took off.

Now, busy with caring for her father and trying to save her teen shelter, Talia doesn’t need the messy entanglements that come with real relationships she doesn’t have time for.

But after a mysterious benefactor saves her free clinic and reveals himself…everything changes.

Donovan Lore doesn’t just want in Talia’s bed, which is the only thing she offers —he wants inside her heart and he doesn’t care what type of fight Talia puts up. He’s determined to break through every one of her walls until she’s pliable and needy in his hands and writhing beneath him.

And Donovan always gets what he wants.

About S. Layne:

S. Layne currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.

She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

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Title: Blindsight
Author: Adriane Leigh
Release Date: September 30, 2015
Genre: Erotic Romance - first in series


{blind·sight: the ability to see without knowing it}

Sometimes a single touch is all it takes to spark a wild fire.

Erin Warner learned that the day she bumped into the dashing, tattooed stranger on a busy Chicago street corner. She’s captivated from the moment his mystifying green eyes find hers, and it isn’t long before she finds herself flying to exotic locales to assist him, the award-winning erotic photographer Hunter Ellis, on location. What she didn’t bargain for was the way he makes her blood bubble and churn with lust and thinly veiled promises of unfathomable erotic pleasure.

But there is more to Hunter than meets the eye, including the intricately etched tattoos decorating his chest that disguise horrific scars from a past he refuses to revisit. As she peels away the layers of his story Erin realizes that what she thought was true, never really was at all, for both of them. 

Now she can only hope that blind adoration for the dashing stranger didn’t sign her death warrant.

The first in a thrilling new erotic series intended for mature audiences.

Additional Series by Adriane Leigh:

Steel and Lace Series - http://amzn.to/1Emkrik

Morning Series - http://amzn.to/1K87E57

The Wild Series - http://amzn.to/1K87X02

Beautiful Burn - http://amzn.to/1K88lLX


About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling Author Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snow bank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore. She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.

Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.

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Antonio and Theresa live or die together in this epic, full-length conclusion

to the Songs of Corruption series!


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Book Three in The Corruption Series. You must read SPIN and RUIN before reading RULE!

Theresa and Antonio.

They've been through hell. Antonio has a price on his head for turning his back on a marriage deal, and Theresa has no intention of turning her back on him. They're devoted and strong, ready for anything....

A Love Tested To The Limit

And then, someone from Antonio's past reappears. Someone who can give him everything he ever wanted, and who can shake them to their very core.



In this stunning conclusion to the USA Today Bestselling series, Antonio and Theresa will have their passion, their devotion and their very will to live tested.


Series Reading Order

SPIN (Book One)

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1K5JZT8

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1UeduRS

iBooks: http://apple.co/1NIUJpS

Nook: http://bit.ly/1KlNH9M

Kobo: http://bit.ly/1Elvwjv

Ruin (Book Two)

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1Jx4eT1

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Jkt0Xi

iBooks: http://apple.co/1VU2VY5

Nook: http://bit.ly/1VciatT

Kobo: http://bit.ly/1MP3MVu 

Rule (Book Three)

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Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1MP2VUX

iBooks - http://apple.co/1Jx3U6I

Nook - http://bit.ly/1JksI2B


CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did embed TV story structure in her head well enough for her to take a big risk on a TV series structured erotic series called Songs of Submission. It’s about a kinky billionaire hung up on his ex-wife, an ingenue singer with a wisecracking mouth; art, music and sin in the city of Los Angeles. Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.   

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Title: Inflame Me
Series: Ravage MC #4
Author: Ryan Michele
Genre: MC Romance

Release: October 5, 2015

Photographer: Sara Eirew
Models: Sveta Gora & Nick Paquet
Cover Designer: Melissa Gill with MGBookCovers


Tanner O’Ryan is in desperate need of help.

When her mother suddenly suggests they drive to Sumner, Georgia to get assistance from her father, Cameron Wagner, she is more than floored. In her twenty-three years, she’s never known who her father is, and now she has to put her trust in the man. Not only does she have to trust him, but an entire club full of men and women who live a life she didn’t know anything about.

She quickly realizes she needs more help than she originally thought.

*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only.* 

Author Bio:

Ryan Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time taking care of her two children and her husband, enjoying the outdoors and laying in the sun.

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Title: Burning Ember (Harbinger's Of Chaos #1)
Author: Darby Briar
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: August 27, 2015


The last thing she needs after running from one monster is to land in the lair of the Devil.

Twenty-one year old Ember flees her past with soot on her face, ash in her hair, and a promise. She’ll never let another man take away her freedom and treat her like she means nothing.

But that is exactly what Maverick Gunn, leader of the notorious Harbinger’s of Chaos Motorcycle Club seeks to do from the moment his lethal gaze locks on her. He burns her with every look. Every touch. Every word.  

Ember’s only hope is to convince him she’s nothing like the woman who blackened his soul before he drags her down into the darkness with him.

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Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/BurningEAUS
iBooks: Coming soon
B&N: Coming soon
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About The Author

Darby Briar is an American author who loves writing stories about men with broken souls and women who don’t know their own strength. Most of her stories are dreamed up in the early hours of the morning, while driving, or while listening to music. She’s a business woman by day and a wife, mother, writer, and reader the rest of the time. She’s a lover of fiction whether it be a movie or book, but prefers stories with some romance, and ones that include a happy ending. Darby grew up in Utah and still lives in the northern part of the state. She’s married and her and her husband have three adorable kids.

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Title: Trigger (Pericolo #2.5)
Author: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: Sept 18, 2015



I used to watch her through the lights. I watched as her body turned and twisted as she morphed into my siren. 

I wanted her—I craved every ounce of Ryleigh Turner. But I knew once I had her, all I would do was corrupt every inch of her pretty little soul. 

Valentinos aren't made for tales of love. We star in the horror stories you fear.

We're the monsters that make you scared to ever hope again.

It's time that she realises that.


He's watched me for months, given me every reason to allow my curiosity to start killing me slowly.

He makes the world melt away; he makes me want to throw all my inhibitions away and greet him personally. But every time the music ends and the lights lift, he vanishes, crushing my hopes.

Until one day, a moment of chance happens.

How does a man like Dante Valentino cope with a woman as messed up as me?


I let him have every inch of my tainted soul.


Not all love stories have a beautiful start. 
Some just need a perfect trigger.

**This is a dark romance with intense scenes of murder and sex. There is coarse language used throughout. Not for the faint hearted.


"This curiosity will be the death of you,” he mutters, a mirthful tune to his voice. “Trust me, you don't want to know more," he tells me, lowering his tone once more in the hope his darkened stance will scare me off a little. "I am not the sort of man you want in your life."

"Don't sound so certain you know me," I quip, daring him. "Don't ever assume you know me."

"Oh, I know you alright," he starts to tell me. "I know you're a survivor, which makes you inquisitive. It, also, makes you stupid and believe you're invincible. Which you're not. You believe you can handle more than most think you can."

"I can handle more than most," I finalise, a defiant fire beginning to build within me.

"Then prove it."

I can tell by the look on his face the line escapes him way before he could possibly stop it. I have also noticed I seem to make him uncomfortable, as if I send him into a frenzy, and without knowing it, I challenge him.

“Okay,” I whisper, and I hear Jackson swear from behind us. I close my eyes, steadying my breath before I continue, begging my harsher self to come to light. “Just tell me how.”

There’s a deliberate silence that settles around us like dust calming in the air. There’s background noise, traffic in the distance, but between Dante and I there’s nothing as he mulls over what he could possibly challenge me with.

“I have an idea,” Dante suddenly says, striking upon an idea.

“What’s that?” I ask, matching his confidence.

"What do you say, Ryleigh?" he asks rhetorically, reaching out to cup my jaw. Unconsciously, I tilt my head into his hold, my eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the touch. "Fancy joining the dark side?"

"Dante," Jackson interjects. I sense him move forward, trying to play nice and talk Dante down off a fiery ledge. "Don't do this. Ryleigh is just a girl from the club. She's not cut out for what you have in mind."

I notice he daren't take his eyes away from mine. I notice he’s beguiled by me and I think it has something to do with the constant spark of curiosity I haven’t managed to shake when around him. I was always told I had an overwhelming sense of defiance that kept me from running from potentially dangerous situations – ones like the one right now.

"What do you say, Ryleigh?" he asks, ignoring Jackson. "Fancy trying to keep up with the big boys?"

I remember once before being called crazy because I took on a high school bully. He was twice my size, two years older and would’ve taken me down with one poke, but I still took him on, still challenged him, and never backed down.

That same adrenaline rush has been dormant for years. I’ve had no stimulation to arouse it, no reason to feel it pulsate my veins and make me feel alive – until now. The danger that Dante is swathed in is alluring and makes me become a dare devil. He triggers something in me. He’s a spark I forgot I needed and he’s a flame I know that will only burn me, but I don’t care. I want to burn bright for a little while and I know he’s my only option.

And for some strange reason, my primal need and small amount of knowledge of Dante clash together and I know he’ll be more than a beautiful downfall to me. I know he’ll give me a chance to be free, to sneak a way to shed myself of the pain I allow to follow me. I know he’ll be beautifully damaging to my conscience and I’ll never turn back without regret.

Call me crazy, but Dante Valentino feels like the best worst decision a girl could make.

“Do your worst,” I reply.

Author Info:

I used to be just another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!

But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?

I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.

As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!

For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.

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Title: Forsaken Control
Series: An Oath Keepers MC Novel
Author: Sapphire Knight
Genre: Contemporary, Erotica, Mafia, MC, Romantic suspense
Release: Fall/Winter 2015



I was suffocating till the club saved me.

I've sent the pain below, buried it and taken control of my life.

Now, I cause the pain. I make people break and beg for their lives, as I decide their fates.

It's up to me as the Enforcer to protect my club by any means necessary.

She comes in to my life, like a stiff punch to the gut,

making me question everything I once believed.

She belongs to my brother and it goes against everything to take her from him.

However, I don't want to just take her. No, I want them both.

Can my club handle it?

Can he?

Because she already loves me...


I’m met with laughter and it sends a tingle down my spine. I know that laugh. They walk through the bar. She has her arm laced through his, smiling happily.

“Brother!” He chortles, beaming a smile towards me, alongside hers.


“Goin’ for a spin, you wanna come with?”

“No thanks brother, got some ass waiting.” I grumble and Shay giggles beside me, eating up the attention. I shrug her off my arm, sitting up and taking a long swallow of my whiskey.

“Alright man, have a good time.”

I nod, he turns to leave and I catch the glare she sends to Shay. I don’t know why but for some reason that little look makes me fucking stiff as a rod. My pants grow tight and I shift my legs, thinking about taking her, about having them both.

They make their way outside, the club door slamming in their leave. A small hand caresses my leg, rubbing over my hard cock a few times and I growl.

“You weren’t kidding, you really are ready. You want it here or should we go to your room?” Shay questions excitedly.

“No, ‘we’ ain’t headed nowhere, Shay. I wasn’t talking about you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Dead fuckin’ serious.”

In The Series:

Author Bio:

Sapphire Knight is the author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish and Corrupted. Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself.

She is a Texas girl who is crazy about football. Sapphire has always had a knack for writing, whether it is poems or stories.

She originally studied psychology and that has only added to her passion for writing. Sapphire has two boys and has been married for ten years.

When she’s not busy in her writing cave, she’s busy playing with her three Doberman Pinschers.

She loves to donate to help animals and watching a good action movie.

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