Damaged By: Jeanne St. James Release Blitz

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Damaged

By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance (Light Suspense)

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Blurb:

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their pasts…

Mace Walker can’t wait to get home. Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there! Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again. Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi’s and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison. Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.

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Excerpt:

Late in the afternoon, Mace heard a car drive up and opened the front door to see who it was. He surprised himself; he never even looked out the peephole first. It felt good to open a door without fear of some thug blowing holes in him. Three days home, and he was starting to relax already.

Colby parked a bright red, but older, convertible next to his not so bright, old Ford truck. He spotted the groceries in the back seat and went to help her.

“Sharp,” he said, snagging a couple of the bags.

Colby handed him a third and grabbed one herself. “Me or the car?”

“Both. I didn’t think you had a vehicle.”

“It was at the garage. Needed a water pump.”

He followed her into the house. “Yeah? Too bad I didn’t arrive sooner. I’m great with cars.”

“And women?” she tossed over her shoulder.

He grinned. “Them too.”

“Did you learn your mechanical skills at—”

Mace dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen table in time to cover her mouth with his hand. “Don’t. I’ve had enough of your jailhouse wisecracks.”

His fingers against her warm, moist lips immediately sent a shock wave down to his groin. He wanted to run his thumb along her bottom lip and then dip it in and out of her mouth until it was wet. He would follow his thumb with his tongue. And other things. Or just one other thing: his aching, swollen cock. His eyelids lowered with need until Colby stepped away from him, breaking his contact, breaking into his thoughts.

“Too close to home?” she asked, her voice a little shaky.

Good. Maybe he affected her like she affected him. “No.”

“So, tell me what you do for a living.”

He broke eye contact first, because if he hadn’t, he would have pushed her Miss Proper skirt up and slammed his cock home very improper-like against the kitchen cabinet. Frontward, backward, he wouldn’t be picky.

Instead, he concentrated hard on the subject at hand. “You first. What do you do with your days, Ms. Parks?”

“You’re avoiding the question. Finish carrying in the groceries while I unpack them, and then, and only then, I might play your little game, Mr. Walker.”

If she only knew what game he really wanted to play with her…

He behaved himself and brought in the rest of the bags. Settling into a chair, he regarded Colby while she started dinner.

“Are you an MCP?”

A what? He shot her a questioning look.

“A male chauvinist pig,” she clarified. “Don’t you cook or clean or do laundry?”

Mace smiled. “I try to avoid it at all costs.”

“So, who normally does all your domestic duties?”

“Here we go with the questions again. You still need to answer mine.”

She gave a little shrug. “Fine.”

He stood and moved in behind Colby. She started when she turned around and found him so close. Close enough to feel her heat. And make him lose his mind.

“What are you doing?”

The tremble in her voice caught his attention and threw a little cold water on his steaming hot libido. “Helping. I assume that’s what you wanted when you started in on the male chauvinist crap.”

When her relief was obviously clear, Mace shook his head. Three days had gone by. They’d eaten meals and watched TV together, and he had even helped her paint her yellow kitchen. Not to mention the make-out session in the hallway yesterday. But she still hadn’t relaxed around him yet.

Thinking about their up-close and personal time on Sunday made his cock snap right back up to attention. But he needed to be cautious. Even though he wanted to get down and dirty with her, discover all her secrets, he couldn’t push too hard. Not yet. He didn’t want to scare her away. Hell, if he wasn’t careful, the sexual tension would kill him.

“You’ve read my mind. You can make the salad.”

If they were reading each other’s minds, he was in trouble. Because right now, his mind was dirty, dirty, so fucking filthy. He imagined digging his fingers deep into her fireball mane while she sucked him off. She would be on her knees, and he would be guiding her head back and forth. Her wet mouth around his cock, little moans escaping her lips…

Mace bit off a groan and removed the rinsed vegetables out of the colander where they’d been drip-drying. He grabbed a cutting board and sat back down at the table to chop them. He had to concentrate on something else. Like lettuce.

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Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. 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

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Down & Dirty: Jag (Dirty Angels MC, Book 2) By Jeanne St. James Release Blitz

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Down & Dirty: Jag (Dirty Angels MC, Book 2)

By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance, MC Romance

On sale for $2.99 for a limited time or FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

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5 Star Amazon Review: “Amazing Series: Oh my gosh I LOVE this series! This is the second book in the Dirty Angels MC series and as much as I liked Zak’s book, and I really, really liked Zak’s book, I think I like Jag’s even better. Jag is a total trip, the man is super sexy and annoyingly alpha, but he’s also sweet and hilariously funny when it comes to Ivy…she definitely pushes ALL his buttons.”

 Blurb:

Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Jag’s story…

 

The only thing Jag, DAMC Road Captain, loves more than his custom bike is Ivy. He’s wanted her ever since he could remember. However, through the years, he’s had to watch her date anyone but him since she avoids dating bikers like the plague. Instead, she gravitates toward the complete opposite: geeks and nerds. Something Jag will never be.

Smart and independent, Ivy wants to be the property of no man. Growing up in the club, she knows firsthand how they treat women. She regrets the mistake she made by dragging Jag upstairs to his room at the club one drunken night. Ever since then, she’s been doing her best to keep him at arm’s length, though it’s proven difficult. Especially when she finds out his secret, which only endears her to him even more.

Between secrets, lies, and a violent tangle with a rival club, can these two passionate hot-heads find the love and solace they’re looking for in each other’s arms? Or will everything just tumble down around them?

Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, biker slang, cursing, some violence and, of course, an HEA. If you like alpha males who like to take charge, this book is for you.

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Excerpt:

He was going to kill the bitch.

Jag pounded on the door. Again.

She was pushing him to his limit. And that was not good.

For him.

For her.

For the human race in general.

“Fuckin’ open the door or I’ll bust the fuckin’ thing in, got me?”

He was going to knock politely only one more time, then that was it.

He politely kicked the door with his heavy biker boot. That was going to leave a mark.

“If you don’t open this fuckin’ door right—”

The door jerked open and something—or someone—tried to fly by him.

Jag reached out a hand and snagged the fleeing body. With a grip around a skinny bicep, the guy came to a screeching halt.

Jag flung him around to face him. He scowled. “Who the fuck are you?”

The already pale guy turned sheet white. With eyes wide, mouth open, he had a discarded shirt bunched in his fist and his pants hung loosely around his hips, since he apparently hadn’t taken the time to finish fastening them before the man decided to jet.

Which was a smart move. But then, Ivy tended to pick smart dudes. Though, they never hung around long. Geeky dudes and a biker babe don’t mix no matter how many times she tries.

And he got it, he really did. Ivy was smart herself. Genius even. And she needed a challenge.

Other than becoming a biker’s ol’ lady. Or his ol’ lady, more like it.

Jag looked down at the guy’s bare feet. It seemed he forgot his fucking shoes in his haste.

Stupid fuck. Maybe he wasn’t so smart after all.

“You touch Dirty Angels property?”

The guy’s mouth opened and closed like a guppy as he stared up at Jag, who towered over him by at least five inches.

“Asked a damn question. Did you—”

“Get gone, Jag.”

His eyes slid to the woman now standing in the doorway, holding out a pair of loafers with socks tucked into them. The one wearing a fucking robe and probably nothing else.

The guy’s eyes dropped to his offered shoes, then he snagged them and clasped them to his chest as if they were a lifeline.

“Get in the house. Deal with you shortly.”

“The hell you will. Get gone, Jag.”

His head twisted in her direction and he took his time inspecting her from top to toe. That fucking deep red hair of hers spilled around her shoulders, clearly messed up from a fresh fuck, which he hoped he’d interrupted. Because if anyone should be in her bed, it should be him.

Her lips were swollen and pouty. Goddamn, if she had those lips around this nerd’s cock, his brain would explode. Her green eyes snapped in anger.

Whatever. She could be mad all she wanted. He was just as pissed. No, more.

“Who I fuck is none of your damn business,” came out of that smart mouth.

He gritted his teeth before answering. “The fuck it isn’t. Anything to do with DAMC property is my business.”

Especially after she climbed into his bed all those months ago.

“Well, I’m not DAMC property. So GET GONE!”

Jag released the now very scared guy with a shove. He stumbled, caught his balance on the veranda railing, then ran down the metal stairs, taking two at a time. Like a scared mouse, he sprinted toward a car parked on the street.

He should’ve known the guy drove a fucking Prius. He should’ve slashed the geek-mobile’s tires for dipping his dick in DAMC property.

“Fucker doesn’t even ride a bike. You’ve got shit taste in lays, Ivy.”

“Don’t I know it,” she muttered, making Jag’s jaw tighten.

“Don’t come back here,” Jag yelled his warning through the dark to the guy scrambling into his car like his ass was on fire. “If you know what’s good for ya,” he finished under his breath. He turned back to face the pissed-off redhead dressed in black silk that hugged all her damn curves. His balls tightened as hard as his jaw. “Probably needs a dick extension to fuck you.”

“I don’t know if that’s an insult to me or to him. Either way, you don’t belong here, Jag. So, I’ll say it again, get gone.”

“Not leavin’.”

Ivy lifted a shoulder. “Okay then. You’ll be standing out here all night while I’m sleeping soundly in my bed. Thanks to you, alone. Normally, I’d say good night, but… fuck you.”

The door slammed shut and Jag heard the deadbolt click. He grimaced and stared at the door.

Little did she know that her uncle, Ace, had given him the key.

He grinned, turned on his heel and jogged down the steps to where his bike was parked at the foot of the stairway in the pawn shop lot.

She may not let him in, but his mission was accomplished. He chased away Ivy’s latest conquest.

And he’d keep doing it until she got some sense and realized everything she needed has been right in front of her all along.

He put his girl between his legs, hit her starter and closed his eyes for a moment, surrounded by the smooth rumble of his straight exhaust pipes.

His bike was everything to him. The only thing he wanted more between his legs was Ivy.

The only thing he loved more than his bike was… fucking Ivy.

And she was a fucking bitch.

 

About the Author:

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JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today 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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Gretel By: Erica Lynn Release Day Blitz

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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.

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¢

 

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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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Dark and Damaged Hearts Series By: Whitley Cox

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Love, passion, sex, heat, power, and hunger. It’s all here in one hot and filthy boxed set. The first four books of the Dark and Damaged Hearts Series with one extra dirty honeymoon novel. Indulge in the passionate love stories of two dominant millionaires and the women who won their hearts. Whatever your preference, be it a sexy nerd with a penchant for comic books and exhibitionism, or a broody alpha who knows how to make a woman drop to her knees, this series is for you.

Book 1 -Love, Passion and Power: Part 1

Book 2- Love, Passion and Power: Part 2

Book 3- Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 1

Book 4- Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 2

BONUS BOOK — Book 4.5- Hot and Filthy: The Honeymoon

 

 

Pre-order and Release Week Price of $7.99 (will go up to $9.99 on October 3rd)

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The Lovin’ is Easy By: Gemma Snow Author Spotlight

 

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The Lovin’ Is Easy

By: Gemma Snow

The Triple Diamond series (Book 1)

Contemporary Erotic Romance (Ménage)

Blurb:

At the Triple Diamond, good things come in threes…

Madison Hollis never expected to find anything at the Triple Diamond Ranch in Montana, a surprise inheritance left to her by an uncle she’d never met. With her career as an event-planning manager for the Silicon Valley tech titans, a job that has pushed her straining engagement to the breaking point, she doesn’t have time for soul-searching.

But, out in the Montana summer sun before putting the ranch up for sale, Madison finds herself distracted by Triple Diamond’s sexy and oh-so-tempting ranch managers. Christian Harlow and Ryder Dean are best friends and total opposites, rebel country boy and pretty boy cowboy, and both are hot as hell.

Intent on loosening her reins, Madison gives herself permission to dive into an affair, surrendering to her desire for both of them. As she gets to know both Ryder and Christian and grows all too familiar with the feeling of them on her skin, Madison wonders if it will be as easy as she’d hoped to go home and leave them behind. But when an ugly secret comes to light, it might just send her running—if something, or someones, can’t convince her to stay…

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Excerpt

“A what?”

Against the din of the ancient window air conditioner chugging into the room, Madison’s voice had a tinny, almost petulant sound. But of all the things she had expected from the impromptu meeting with some family estate lawyer she’d never heard of, this wasn’t it.

“A ranch, Ms. Hollis,” Mr. Sidney replied, the tone of his voice indicating that he’d picked up on her confusion and ensuing frustration with the afternoon’s events and that, frankly, he didn’t care. “The Triple Diamond Ranch in Wolf Creek, Montana, to be exact.”

Madison rubbed her hands over her face and tried to make sense of everything. Mr. Sidney had contacted her a week prior about a will left to her by some uncle on her mother’s side, an uncle she’d never heard of, from a mother who’d been gone some eighteen years now. She took a deep breath, trying a different tack.

“Are you certain this is my uncle”—she glanced at the stack of legal documents two inches thick on the desk before her—“Mason?”

Mr. Sidney peered down at her over the wire rim of his thin glasses—a remarkable feat, given that she had at least two inches on the man, who sat short and boney in the chair across the desk.

“Mr. Mason Westerly King first arranged this inheritance with Sidney and Sidney nearly two decades ago,” he replied. “We’ve had ample time to determine and confirm your identity, Ms. Hollis.”

Madison resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but only just. Mr. Sidney’s attitude came on the tail of what had already been the week from hell. She sighed, her heavy breath spilling out of her mouth like a deflating hot air balloon. It’s only Wednesday.

“Mr. Sidney, I’m afraid I still don’t quite understand. What am I supposed to do with a ranch”—she gestured with her hand—“I don’t know, eight, ten hours away from here?”

He gave a slow blink. “My advice, Ms. Hollis, is to go inspect the ranch yourself. You have all the information on the mineral rights and past financial records. Once you get the lay of the land, you can determine whether you wish to sell or keep the property. But otherwise, after I get your signature on these forms, I’m afraid there’s not much else I can help you with.”

Madison did scowl that time, but with her head bent over the stack of papers while signing the requisite lines, he couldn’t see it. She was perfectly pleased to be done with Mr. Sidney for good, but he was wrong about one major thing. She wasn’t going to decide whether or not to keep the ranch—she had decided the very first time he had mentioned the word inheritance. No, the second she got out to Montana, she would sell the damn thing and be done with it. Maybe then everything would go back to normal. Ha. Yeah, right

Author Interview

1.      Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

 

 I’d love to! I’ve been a writer and storyteller for as long as I can remember. I come from a writing family and the supportive, creative environment pushed me toward a career writing – not that I had a choice! I have a degree in journalism because writing is something that I’ve always known I have to do and I’m lucky for the chance! As a writer, I love all sorts of things, travel, classic cars, art history, and yoga. It’s always so much fun to learn about new things and the world around me. 

 

2.      What do you do when you are not writing?

I love to bake. It’s a really big problem, since I’m a full-butter and full-sugar type baker, so I’d add running and yoga to the list of other favored activities to burn off all the muffins and cookies. I also love classic cars, art history, travel and modern feminist lit.

 

3.        When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book?

I’ve been writing for as long as I can possibly remember. Writing is an intrinsic part of me, and even before I understood what that meant, I told stories and made up tall tales. As for my first book, I actually pitched Harlequin my freshman year of college, back when they were still taking queries in the mail, which is pretty amazing. They sent back a personalized rejection letter filled with great suggestions and that just inspired me to keep going. I started self-publishing senior year of college, and then the indie presses and series all developed from there. 

 

4.      How did you choose the genre you write in?

 Romance has been a favored genre for a long time. I would fill my library bag up with first YA sweet romances, then the cowboys and regency – older stuff, because that’s the option that I had. When I discovered just how huge the romance industry was, my world expanded a lot. At the time, I was already writing romance stories and a lot of Fan Fiction, which was a really natural stepping stone into romance and erotic romance. The deeper I got into it, the more I realized that romance is a progressive, women-centric, feminist genre, and that just made me love it all the more. 

 

5.      Where do you get your ideas?

The ideas come from everywhere! There’s this gorgeous manor house in my town that I pass walking to the park with the little girl I nanny, and I developed a full series just from that house alone. I tend to write in series, which makes the world building more concrete and the second or third stories are often natural progressions from the first. At the moment, I have too many ideas and not enough time to write them all! (Good problem to have, I know.) 

 

6.      Do you work with an outline, or just write?

I’m a plotter, I have to be. For one, I’m working on a lot of projects at once, and if I don’t have the info written down and organized, then I make mistakes. I also tend to over write, and if I do that without a plot then the first draft comes out fluffy and direction-less. Starting with a plot and character interviews, though all that original planning may change, is a great way for me to stay focused and on track in the long run. I wrote one story without an outline and I have no doubt it would have been significantly better with one. 

 

7.      Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult?

She’s actually fantasy, not romance, but Juliette Marillier has had a huge influence on my life, especially pertaining to the way she writes her heroines. It’s really important to me that my women are unique and flawed individuals, because women are all different and I strive to write real women, not perfect women. Juliette writes characters that save the day both by working within the confines of expected feminine behavior and outside of them. I’ve learned so, so much from her. 

 

8.      Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

I’d love to! The Lovin’ is Easy is a male/female/male menage romance set on a ranch in Montana. My heroine, Madison, is a city girl from San Francisco who inherits the Triple Diamond ranch and wants nothing to do with it, until she meets the two hot cowboy ranch managers, Christian and Ryder. It originally started as a short story for an anthology request, but my editor thought that it would make a great series, so I got the chance to explore the characters and their relationship more as I made the book longer, and I think the story definitely benefited from it! 

 

9.      Will you have a new book coming out soon?

Yes! Leather and Gold is a historical BDSM novel coming out in October, part of the At My Lady’s Pleasure series. I love switching back and forth between historical and contemporary because they pose different, exciting challenges. Writing something as outside the box as BDSM in an era when the rules were so strict and controlling makes it, I feel, all the more erotic and decadent. Plus, I love a duchess who takes what she wants. 

 

10.  Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

There’s two major pieces of advice I have for new authors. The obvious one, and you’ll hear this a lot, is read and write. All the time. Reading and writing are the only ways to become a better author. Read everything. Write all the time. Otherwise you don’t get to call yourself a writer. The other piece of advice is something I wish I’d been told back in the beginning – treat your writing like a business. Think about your hours and expenses and your times. Organize and plan. Stay on top of everything and always deliver what you promise. When writing is a hobby and not a job, you can do what you want, but when you make the change to writing as a career, there’s a lot more pressure and that’s something to be aware of. 

Author Bio:

Gemma Snow is the author of several works of erotic and romantic fiction in both the contemporary and historical genres, and enjoys pushing the limits of freedom, feminism, and fun in her stories.  She has been an avid writer for many years, and recently moved back to her home state of New Jersey from Boston, after completing her education in journalism and creative writing.

In her free time, she loves to travel, and spent a semester abroad living in a 14th century castle in the Netherlands. When not exploring the world, she likes dreaming up stories, eating spicy food, driving fast cars, and talking to strangers.

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