Gretel By: Erica Lynn Release Day Blitz

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Gretel-Dark-Sexy-Fairy-Tale-ebook/dp/B07688SQHJ/

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gretel-3

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Erica_Lynn_Gretel?id=YMo4DwAAQBAJ

 

Blurb:

This is the true account of Hansel and Gretel. Forget your silly, misguided tales of two siblings and a house of gingerbread and cakes. This is the story of what happens when love battles against lust. When the yearnings of the heart are forced to wage war against the base needs and desires we all possess. When the time comes to face who we really are. What we truly want. What we need. A Warning: Their story should not be taken lightly, for we all toe the line between human and savage animal. We walk around in the light, hoping others don’t see the depravity lurking within, begging to be let free. So take a deep breath, set up your defenses, and slowly turn the page. I dare you. **This is a dark and extremely explicit retelling of the classic fairy tale, Hansel and Gretel. In this novelette, Hansel and Gretel are NOT brother and sister.**

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Excerpt:

Gretel’s sleep was troubled, to say the least. She alternated between erotic dreams and consciousness, until she finally sighed in exhausted frustration.

The door opened and she felt a body lay down beside her. Something long and hard pressed against her bottom, and she couldn’t help but wiggle against it.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No. My head is filled with…strange things.”

“Oh really?” a large hand with rough, calloused fingers found its way inside her gown and down to her aching sex. A finger slipped between her lips, gently coaxing her slippery entrance. “What kind of strange things?”

Gretel arched her back as sensation rolled through her body. She’d never been touched there by anyone else, even she had only been brave enough to touch herself on a few occasions, but those didn’t compare to this. “I kept seeing you.” She turned her head to Tristen, and he returned her stare with a dangerous smile.

“What did you see?”

“I can’t say it.”

What did you see?

Gretel whimpered in frustration as he removed his hand from her sex, then ran his fingers, wet from her excitement, over her mouth.

Tell me.

You were inside me. Here. Gretel squeezed her eyes closed and concentrated on her dream. What she’d seen. What she’d heard. What she’d felt. Tristen nodded and as he slowly got to his knees, she realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes. She’d never seen a naked man before, and her mouth watered at the sight of his muscled body and thick, pulsing erection.

Get up.

Gretel got to her knees, just as he was, and waited.

Lift your arms.

She did as instructed, and he grabbed the hem of her gown and lifted it up and over her head. The cool air kissed her naked body, and her nipples hardened in response.

He tilted his head forward and caught one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the soft peak before closing his lips and sucking. He released it with a pop, then did the same to the other. Bend over.

Author Bio:

Erica Lynn lives in Houston, TX with her husband, daughters, and dogs. She’s a self professed reality TV junkie, and loves to settle down with a glass of wine to watch The Real Housewives. She loves books in all sorts of genres, but erotic romance holds a special place in her heart.

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Events of 2017 Recap

Hey everyone!

It has been forever, since I had a blog post. Sorry, about that. It has been a crazy few months.

If you didn’t know I recently in June of 2017 graduated magna cum laude with my bachelors in developmental psychology. It was demanding and tiresome, but I got through it.

My fibro has also been acting up and I am still working out how to deal with that in my daily routine and with my writing.

So if you have been following me on social media, you would know that the last month in the half I had some events that I attended and I wanted to give you readers, a brief recap of my time at theses events.

Event 1: Brooklyn Book Festival (Sunday, September 10, 2017)

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Because of the awesome efforts of Michael  from RWA NYC, several members of RWA NYC was able to be a part of one of the biggest book festivals in the country. We were in a corner of the festival, but we had plenty of traffic. We pimped romance hard and I actually gained some readers from it. It was nice to be able to talk to people, talk to my fellow authors, and be surrounded by readers in NYC.

Event 2: Tempted and Tantalizing (Saturday, September 30, 2017)

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I was super fortunate to meet Janine Infante Bosco at Indies in NY in 2016. We connected over social media, and she invited me to be one of the signing authors for TNT 2017.  This was my first big romance only signing. While I was quiet, as that is my normal demeanor, I also did make some awesome connections. I met some super nice people, authors, and my table mate Elena was a doll. My friend Harper was my assistant for the day, and she rocked it for me.

I will be back in 2018, and I feel I will be more prepared for 2018.

 

Event 3: Indie Author Day (Saturday, October 14, 2017)

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I did Indie Author day last year at my library. This year we had a great setup, and I did get to network with other indies such as myself. While it was a pretty quiet day, I did get my name out there, and it also allowed me to bond some more with my boy cub as he was my assistant for that day.

My big events are pretty much over for 2017, so I’m buckling down as I had a release, last month, one in a week and another in December. For what it is worth, one of the big things, I can take away is that the indie world, and the romance world is pretty damn supportive. I am honored to be a part of it. Honored about meeting the people I have met, and making the friends I have.

As for any big events, I will see you in 2018.

Until next time,

Kay

xoxo

Explicitly Yours By: Mika Jolie Release Day Blitz

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Mika Joie

Explicitly Yours A Platonically Complicated Novella

Release Date Oct. 10, 2017

 

Blurb:

Marriage.

The final frontier. The end of dating. The number one cause of divorce.

I bet you every man who is about to take the plunge experiences a wide range of feelings. As a guy, whose wedding day is only seven days away, I know this.

Anxiety—Nerves are kicking in. Yeah, even confident, cocky guys like me are bound to face nuptial stage fright.

Let’s face it, forever is kind of a long time, right?

Excitement—Coriander and I are going to make it official. I’m marrying my best friend, the one I laugh with, live for, dream with.

Nothing can top this moment.

That is until I got the biggest surprise of my life…

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Buy links:

http://mikajolie.com/books/explicitly-yours/

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Excerpt:

A flurry of butterflies brandishes their wings within my stomach. I reread the letter, absorbing every word more than once. I read between the lines and feel the weight of each sentence, the significance of the words spilling from his heart to here . . . on this sun-bleached page.

From pen to paper, Dean depicts his capacity to delve deep into our personalities, our bond, and our fears. Although the world may be rough, our love will always return us to our senses and lead us back to each other.

He’s my best friend, my deepest love. All thoughts of panic flee from my mind, replaced with a great big wave of certainty. My heart rate speeds up, pounding in an erratic rhythm as a burst of excitement spills through me.

The heart knows what the heart knows, and mine knows, no matter what, it will always belong to Dean. He’s my best friend, and he’s happy to be marrying me.

All the nerves that had gathered earlier dissipate. Tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. Salty drops fall from my chin, blotch the paper, and create dark splotches on the ink. Dean’s raw emotions—a treasured keepsake to revisit on those stressful chaotic days when I need a reminder to breathe, and, of course, choose love. Something no camera or technology can record.

Slanting my head, I welcome the warmth of the sun’s caress on my face and soak everything in. I listen to my inner voice, leading me to what’s next. Marriage. Motherhood. Warmth fills my chest, my heart, my mind. I am ridiculously, deeply in love with Dean. He knows what makes me feel happy and inspired. I loved him before I knew what love was. This is the forever kind that will continue to survive stupid fights and surpass time.

With renewed energy, I rise to my feet, dust the sand from my yoga pants, then fold the letter and tuck it in the safety of my jacket.

No more words are needed. I’m ready to be Mrs. Morello.

With a smile on my face, I let out a long breath, then head to the Jeep.

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About the Author:

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Mika Jolie is the bestselling author of the Martha’s Way series. She lives in New Jersey with her Happy Chaos—her husband and their energizer bunnies. A sports fanatic and a wine aficionado, she’s determined to balance it all and still write about life experiences and matters of the heart. Let’s face it, people are complicated and love can be messy. When she’s not weaving life and romance into evocative tales, you can find her on a hiking adventure, apple picking, or whatever her three men can conjure up.

She loves to hear from readers.

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Loving Her (An Obsessed Novella) By Jeanne St. James

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Loving Her (An Obsessed Novella)

By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Available at all major retailers for only 99¢

 

Universal Link: www.books2read.com/loving-her

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35890127-loving-her

 

Blurb:

 

It’s not just a love story, it’s an obsession…

Noah:

I’ve loved Bree my whole life. We were each other’s firsts when we were young and inexperienced, and I totally screwed up. I disappointed her, causing her to cry and run away. But over the years, I’ve learned, I’ve perfected, and I’ve dreamt of one day getting another shot with the love of my life.

When I finally get the chance never in my wildest dreams did I think Bree was like this. The girl who used to wear yellow sundresses is no longer Bree, she’s Brianna, my new mistress. I’ll do whatever needed for her forgiveness, even go to my knees and grovel.

However, there’s just one thing… I want Bree back, not Brianna. Once I get Bree, Brianna can do to me what she will.

Bree:

Maybe Noah doesn’t realize it, but he’s been mine ever since we were teens. I tried to apologize for disappointing him our first time, but never got the chance.

Now, when he approaches me at the bar, I can only think about all the things I want to do to him and with him. I plan to show him the skills I’ve honed over the years.

Little does he know what’s in store for him because I know his secrets, his desires, his needs. And I plan on giving it all to him.

However, just when I think I’m in control, he turns my world upside down.

Note: All books in the Obsessed series are standalone novellas. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.


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Excerpt:

Noah:

I’ve loved her my whole life. At least since I can remember, which is all the way back to when she was in kindergarten and I was in first grade. I’d chase her through the backyard and around the jungle gym, trying to catch and kiss her.

If I’d succeed, she’d curl her little fingers into a fist, sock me in the gut, then run and tell her mother.

Yep, I had no game.

And, apparently, I didn’t leave an impression. Because now, at thirty, she’s still avoiding me.

Even though she can’t go very far at the moment since I’m her brother’s Best Man, and she’s the Maid of Honor.

Let me tell you, I hate weddings.

I hate them even more when I’m forced to stand across from her and can’t touch her, drag my fingers through her long, dark hair and run my lips along her delicate neck.

The only time I can touch her is when I escort her up the aisle. I’ve done it twice so far. However, she won’t meet my eyes, she feels stiff on my arm and she’s hardly said two words to me. And now I stand here while the wedding planner drones on and on about what’s expected of us during the ceremony tomorrow.

Yawn.

Look, Ms. Wedding Planner, it’s easy. Put one foot in front of the other, walk (without tripping) up the center aisle (can’t get lost while staying in between the rows of pews and aim for the front of the church), then stand to the side (no picking noses, asses, or adjusting your junk).

Simple.

Oh, and don’t pass out. Otherwise, the video will go viral across cyberspace.

One more thing… the rings. Can’t forget to put the rings in my tux pocket.

Got it.

Yawn again.

It isn’t as if I’m not happy for my buddy, getting married to a great woman (although, not quite as stunning as his sister) who makes him happy, but I’m not thrilled with being a part of it. But I have his back. And I’d love to have his sister on her back.

Again. But in better circumstances.

We lost our virginity together at seventeen in her parents’ pool shed. I was in love with her then, too. Her with me? Not so much.

And in those forty-five seconds of bliss, I fell in love with her even more. I don’t think she thought it was even close to bliss, though. In fact, she had run out of the shed crying while pulling down her sweet yellow sundress.

I was devastated, and that was a major blow to my seventeen-year-old ego.

I’ll admit it, I had a lot to learn.

However, I had to learn it elsewhere since she was no longer game. In fact, she avoided me (just like at this rehearsal).

But I did learn. I was determined to improve, to not make her cry next time. But, unfortunately, there never was a next time.

Eventually, Mrs. Callahan down the street was kind enough to take me under her wing. Teach me the ins and outs of women. Of pleasure. Of discovering what I wanted and what I wanted to give in return.

Mrs. Callahan.

Yeah.

She made me call her that, too. And I did (when I wasn’t calling her Mistress).

I learned.

I perfected.

I dreamt of one day getting another shot with the love of my life.

Now here we stand, across from each other. My eyes on her. Her eyes on everything but me.

I want her.

I need her.

Still.

Even after all these years.

As I stand across from her, I’m mesmerized by her unforgettable, stunning beauty.

I love her.

But I can’t have her.

And that fucking blows.

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About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.

Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

To keep up with her busy release schedule check her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

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