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Blurb

She’s kryptonite.

Sensual, sweet, and as annoyingly perfect as she was when I left 7 years ago.

My body remembers the way she felt underneath me, and wants her again.

My heart remembers the way she crushed it and wants as far away as possible.

But she’s everywhere, haunting me, torturing me, driving me past all logical reason.

I need to forget her, move on and get her out of my system, but to do that,

I need to have her one.

Last.

Time.

It started as a kiss.

We never meant to fall in love.

But I was 17 and carefree,

And he was 19, beautiful and forbidden.

Our families never would have accepted it…

And I broke his heart to save his future.

Now the boy I loved 7 years ago is the man I can’t have.

He’s grown into everything my body craves, my heart demands…

and my sense of decency rejects.

EXCERPT

It’s 4.45 pm and I am just going through my emails for the day when my intercom sounds. 

Eliza speaks. “Mr Stanton, Miss Marx is here to see you.” 

I smile. The crazy bitch won’t take a hint. “Send her in,” I sigh.

The bodyguard opens the door and she walks in wearing a black coat, her high heels clicking on the marble tiles. She smiles warmly and her dimples immediately defrost my anger. Just the sight of my precious girl makes my neck tight and I crack it to release the tightness. 

“Hello baby,” she smiles. 

“Hello.” I smile defeated, she’s not going to let me fight with her, and it’s strangely comforting. 

“I wanted to come and see where you work.” Her eyes flick around the office. 

I smirk as I sit back in my chair. “Did you now?” 

She nods again and her eyes look around the room and up to the ceiling. “Your office is very nice.”

I frown, not understanding what she is doing.  “Are there cameras in here?” she asks.

I smile. “No.” 

She bites her lip nervously. “I thought I would come and show you what I bought today.” 

I raise a brow in question. 

She drops the coat and my eyes drop down her body. She is in a black suspender belt, lace bra and G-string … fucking Perfection. 

She holds her hand out and I take it in mine as I stand. She does a twirl on the spot and I feel my cock harden. “You like, Mr Stanton?” she asks.

My eyes hold hers and I reply. “I do.” 

“I know that you’re disappointed in me but I’m not letting your mother come between us again.” 

I smirk.

“Do you want to be friends?” She raises an eyebrow in question as she places her hands on her hips.

I can’t resist and my lips drop to the part where her neck meets her shoulder and I kiss her gently. “Are you trying to bargain your way out of my anger, Miss Marx?” I run my lips back and forth up her neck.

She drops her head to the side to give me greater access. “Maybe?” she whispers as she smiles into my kiss and runs her tongue though my open smiling lips. 

“Maybe?” I repeat. “What does that mean?” I ask as she kisses me more urgently and I feel my cock start to thump as I see our reflection in the window. The sight of her in that lingerie in my office nearly makes me come on the spot. She is standing on her toes to reach me and in the process flexing every muscle in her legs and ass. So fucking hot … 

“It means I have a closing argument for you,” she whispers as she tiptoes to kiss my neck. She bites me and goosebumps scatter up my arms. 

“What’s the closing argument?” I whisper huskily. 

She slowly unzips my pants and without breaking eye contact drops to her knees in front of me. My hands instinctively go to the back of her head. 

“I would like you to blow in my mouth,” she breathes and then licks her lips as she frees me from my pants and gently licks up the length of my penis. I run my hand gently over her hair as my cock oozes pre-ejaculate. Fuck, I love this woman. 

“And then I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me like you hate me!” she whispers. 

I grab a hand full of hair and impale her mouth with my cock. 

“Stop talking and start sucking because you are about to fucking cop it.” I growl as I fill her mouth to the hilt and hiss as I pull out, again deeper, and she runs her tongue over the end of me as she pulls out and my eyes close. Fuck, she gives good head. Deeper and deeper she takes me as she fondles my balls and I watch our reflection in the window until I am so crazy with lust that I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t want her mouth, I want inside her. I drag her up by the arm and throw her across my desk and rip her underpants from her body. There she lies … my beautiful kryptonite. I spread her with my fingers so that I can see her beautiful weeping pink flesh and pull her breast out of her bra to get the visual of the whole package. I look up at the door as I realise that it isn’t locked and it only fuels my desire even more. Anyone could walk in here at any moment, and the thought of someone seeing us like this turns me inside out. I pull her apart again and start to stroke myself slowly and vigorously, one … two … three … four … my cock weeps. 

Her dark eyes watch me and her back arches off the table. “Joshua,” she begs and I start to run my head backwards and forwards through her until I can hold it no longer and I feed my cock into her hot flesh. 

“That’s it,” she whispers as her eyes roll back in her head. 

My eyes close as I try to control the orgasm that is hammering up on me. I grab her shoulders with straightened arms for leverage and I let loose: long hard punishing stokes where she can’t speak. Pure desire fills her face, her mouth hangs open and she tries to deal with the brutality of my flesh ripping through hers. I rip her shoes off and bring her feet up to my shoulders as once again my eyes flick to the door. Fuck, we are going to get caught. Adrian will be here any moment. I bring one of her feet up to my face and while my cock works at a piston pace I slowly lick her instep underneath her foot. 

“Ahhh,” she cries as she tries to rip her foot from my grip. 

My body is now out of control and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. The desk is banging and she puts her hand up and clutches at the air as she comes silently around my cock. The muscle contraction is so intense that it doubles me over and I pump her, one … two … three times with my hands wrapped around her shoulders, and I come in a rush into her beautiful hot body. I lean and drop my head to her shoulder as I try to catch my breath, my heart hammering in my chest along with hers. 

And she kisses me, the gentle tender kiss that is Natasha. The most powerful gesture in my world is the tender kiss in the afterglow of lovemaking from this beautiful creature. Nothing is more important than this, what we have. I thank god every day that she has come into my life … that she makes me feel like this. I feel myself being overwhelmed with emotion and I close my eyes and my lips instinctively drop to her neck as I try to gather my thoughts. 

“You’re totally right. I do give a great closing argument,” she whispers. 

I smile broadly into her neck. “Yes, you do.” 

“I’m like the queen of closing arguments.” She giggles.

“Shut up.” I smile as I kiss her again on the neck and do up my fly. Then I stand and pull her up into a standing position and quickly retrieve her jacket and put it on her. “Stop seducing me in my office. Anybody could have walked in,” I mutter, disgusted that I lost my head. I bend and pick up her G-string and put it into my pocket. 

She pushes me back into my chair and sits across my lap like a child with her arms wrapped around my neck. 

“I love you,” she whispers as she kisses me again gently. 

I smile and peck her on the lips. “I love you too.” 

She starts to do crazy little kisses all over my face and I screw up my face to escape her. 

“Does that mean you can take me on a date tonight … just us?” she whispers as she raises her eyebrows in question.

I smirk. “I suppose,” I reply. 

The thing is, after the day I have had I should be in a much worse mood than I am. Lucky for me my girl knows what I need better than I do and a deep sense of contentment sweeps over me. Having her here with me and on my side is all that I need.

About the Author:

Tee Swan was born in Sydney Australia and is the author of Contemporary Romance novels, Stanton Adore, Stanton Unconditional and Stanton Completely.
Her new novel, Find Me Alastar is due for release in early 2016.

She studies Psychology and works for the Australian Schizophrenia Fellowship. When Tee is not working in the depths of mental health, you will find her daydreaming about her next story, writing, drinking coffee or hanging with her beloved husband and three kids in her sleepy beach side town south of Sydney.

Tee’s aim is to write steamy, tender love stories that stay with you long after you close the book.

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COVER REVEAL: Paper Dolls by Hanna Peach

COVER REVEAL

Title: Paper Dolls

Author: Hannah Peach 

Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Romacdesigns

Release Date: April 24, 2016

BLURB

My life comes down to this. Two faces. One choice.

Salem is my twin sister. She loved me. She protected me. She forgave me, even after I failed her. I just got her back after searching for three long, lonely years.

Then there’s Clay. Sweet yet intense and nursing a dark past of his own, he’s all the redemption I don’t deserve. He wants to open me up and know the insides of my soul. I want to let him, but I’m scared he’ll run from what he finds.

But I can’t have them both.

My name is Aria. And today, I must choose. One of the two people I love has to die. 

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EXCERPT

Prologue

In moments like these, everything slowed. Salem always joked that it was life’s way of making sure you didn’t miss the turning points, the important bits. As if gravity sank heavier and heavier with the weight of the moment until the world was too heavy to turn and everyone held their breath.

It certainly felt like that now. My next action, my next word, would change all of our lives.

“Aria,” Clay’s deep voice reached my ears. “Whatever happens…I love you.” The usual assuredness and authority was gone. Instead, strain and hurt had crumpled up and shoved into his throat. Choose me. Save me. Love me.

Before him my life had felt like a stack of old movies; frames missing or out of order, muted crackling sound, flickering and shuttering away, unloved and unseen in an old unused cinema.

Then I found him. Or he found me.

He created a warm shield around me where I could be safe. He coaxed away all my layers and shed all my masks and his love soaked right into my skin, right into the very soul of me. He pulled out the fossil buried inside that had been my heart and breathed life into me.

How could I give up the man I loved? The one who loved me with a fierce and unwavering passion, the man who made me feel like I could defeat demons as long as he was by my side.

Winking in the threads of sunlight piercing through the solemn gray clouds, seed fluff twirled about me like swirling, dancing couples. Spinning around like Salem and I used to do in our backyard, hands clasped together tightly, turning round and round, eyes to the sky, our twin voices giggling and floating into the air like dandelions.

She had been my shield before Clay.

“I’m nothing without you, Aria,” Salem’s voice trembled, desperation leaking into the breaths between her words. Choose me. Need me. Love me.

How could I end her? I just got her back. For so long we shared almost everything, and she protected me. Her whole life had been about protecting me. Because she loved me that much.

How could I turn against her, toss her away like an old broken toy?

But I had to choose.

I could see us now, the three of us making a chain like when I was a kid, folding pieces of colored paper into rectangles, cutting out an arm, a leg, and half a head, and unfurling my new patterns in the light to reveal a line of paper dolls. Clay, Salem and I − we were all just paper dolls in a paper chain, me in the middle, each end pulling tighter and tighter until something had to tear.

Even now as I stare between Clay and Salem, trying to digest our impossible situation, Hope is still there, that terrible pixie, fluttering on my shoulder, whispering.

Maybe it doesn’t have to end this way?

Fuck you, Hope. Here’s the truth.

Nobody is coming.

No one will save us.

And someone isn’t going to make it out of this forest today.

“Choose,” my sister screamed. “It’s either him or me.”

My fingers tightened around my gun in a reflex. This was it. I either ended her. Or destroyed Clay.

I squeezed my eyelids shut for a moment, just for a moment of peace. Just for an instant I could shut out the inevitable, and in this blessed darkness I believed I could conceive a way that both could exist in my life. A way that I could choose Salem and Clay. 

You can’t have both.

You tried.

You.

Can’t.

Have.

Both.

Choose now.

But how?

What do you do when someone puts a gun to your head? Clay’s words came back to me, echoing as loud in my mind as if he had just spoken them. You refuse to bend. You push back. You find another way. You take that gun off him and put it back in his face. But you do not give in.

Find another way…

I knew what I had to do. A kind of peace settled on my skin, as delicate as gossamer, as light as silk.

I opened my eyes to a world of bright light until my vision adjusted. The torn and pained faces of the two people I loved came into focus. The only two people I’ve shared air with while we slept, the same two people I’d crawl into Hell to be with, and the only two people I would die for. I forced the ghost of a smile forward.

And turned the gun on myself.

AUTHOR BIO

Hanna is the bestselling author of the Bound romantic suspense series and the Dark Angel fantasy series. Although she writes in more than one genre she can’t write a book without weaving together a complicated plot and filling it with twists. She writes what she believes: good people can do bad things, ordinary people can do great things, and choose love above everything.

Eternally restless, Hanna has lived in Indonesia, Australia, Germany, Scotland, England, Croatia and Ireland – everything she owns fits into one suitcase. She’s planning her next move with her gorgeous (and understanding) partner right now. If not writing, she can be found wandering a dusty market in Marrakesh or trekking a mountain in Peru, often using her travels as settings in her novels.

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Review for Why Now by Carey Heywood

He was my everything. 

I loved him. 

For over twenty years. 

And everyone knew, including him. 

But he never loved me back. 

Not once. 

Not ever. 

So I moved on. 

Until now. 

Now he's back, and wants to make me his. 

He's everything I've ever wanted. 

I should be happy. 

But there's one problem. 

My fiancé.

My 5 star review:

Why now is the type of book that as soon as you are done reading it you hold it close to your chest and sigh.

I loved every thing about this book. I mean this book will have you turning to your significant other and pouring your feelings out like you have a bad case of puppy love.

Jake has the whole world laying heavy on his shoulders. He has to do what he has to do for his sister and his grandparents’ house. So leaving and being on a rig and making money is his life now.

Kasey is the laughing stock of the town. She has been in love with Jake who happens to be her best friend’s brother.  The crappie part about living in a close town is people like to talk.

That is all I am saying........

But this book will have you believing in true love again. I was reading this book with a huge smile on my face and tears in my eyes. Jake is one of those characters that you wished were a real life person. He is amazing, dedicated, and flipping lovable.

Carey Heywood did one hell of a job with this book. But then again all of her books are amazing. She is an extremely talented author and she proves it with every word she writes.

So thank you Carey for making me fall in love with yet another one of your book. Every single one of your books takes me to a different place. It is as if your books know exactly what I need.

About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, a mischievous black cat, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie.

Books:

Love Riddles

Why Now?

Him and Her Series:

Him

Her

Sawyer Says

Being Neighborly (a novella)

Them 

Carolina Days:

The Other Side of Someday

Yesterday's Half Truths

Chasing Daylight

Standalone novels:

A Bridge of Her Own

Uninvolved

Stages of Grace

Better

www.careyheywood.com

info@careyheywood.com

Review: Pick Me a Girl by Vikki Raven

Pick me girl"You don't have to be a Lesbian to like girls," her husband told her. "Especially not these days. Do people even say Lesbian anymore?" He had a point. Sarah had been noticing girls a lot more lately, in a way she hadn't before. She was too shy to approach one on her own, but maybe if her husband would pick one for her... 


CAUTION!: This book is filled with juicy first time girl on girl action, cheeky voyeurism and a kinky husband who will stop at nothing to make sure his bi-curious wife gets what she wants. If the thought of bringing the kink into a marriage turns you on, this is the book for you!

My 4 star review

This book was a first for me. I have to say that I completely ventured out.

To be honest I really enjoyed this book. The fact alone that the two characters have such a strong bond is pretty damn awesome.

I mean when your man friend says "really are you reading again"....then looks over your shoulder then says "oh baby its ok, keep reading"....then you know the book is going to be intense.

I think I will keep this book away from him. I don't want him getting any ideas over here.

No but really this book was a really good super short read. It had all of my attention, I had to know what was going to happen next.

Thank you Vikki Raven for wanting me to read your book, now you are feeding my TBR list with your other books!

About the Author:

Vikki Raven loves writing sexy, steamy smut for her fans. 

Feel free to follow on twitter @vikkiraven & Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/VikkiRavenBooks