Bold. Brave. Brutally handsome. Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kyle, is the king’s secret weapon. Sent to defeat the notorious Lords of Chaos, he is ambushed in a London alley-and rescued by an unlikely ally: a masked stranger with the unmistakable curves of a woman.
IN THE HEAT OF DESIRE
Cocky. Clever. Courageously independent. Alf has survived on the perilous streets of St. Giles by disguising her sex. By day she is a boy, dealing in information and secrets. By night she’s the notorious Ghost of St. Giles, a masked vigilante. But as she saves Hugh from assassins, she finds herself succumbing to temptation . . .
ONE KISS WILL CHANGE THEIR LIVES FOREVER
When Hugh hires Alf to investigate the Lords of Chaos, her worlds collide. Once Hugh realizes that the boy and the Ghost are the same, will Alf find the courage to become the woman she needs to be-before the Lords of Chaos destroy them both?
Elizabeth Hoyt’s Duke of Pleasure is the aptly named novel that seduced me with its sense of adventure, mystery and titillating romance. Although a first time reader of EH, the synopsis left me with no doubt I’d be thoroughly entertained by what promised to be a highly untraditional and captivating romance.
Charged with a mission to defeat the notorious Lords of Chaos, Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kyle, finds himself in a perilous position on the murky depths of London’s streets. His much welcomed saving grace comes in the guise of folk-like legend the Ghost of St. Giles. Not only is Hugh amazed by his saviours swordsmanship, he’s also amazed to discover that he is rather a she. Branded by their enticing encounter, feelings that have lain dormant resurge with a vengeance, and brusque Hugh finds himself begrudgingly smitten.
I often find myself attracted to the underdog and Alf proves to be among the scrappiest of them all. I found her to be a wonderful character who overcame her abandonment at a young age, and survives by trading information for the cause of the greater good. Her reinvention to Alf serves not only for protection for herself, but also those in danger of the Lords of Chaos. With a common goal, Alf and Hugh set a course to bring down the dangerous outfit.
On a whole I found my first EH experience a huge success. There were moments of great levity, as well as some surprisingly emotive moments also. I felt Hugh and Alf were perfectly matched and it was incredibly heart-warming to see a transformation in them both.
About the Author:
Elizabeth Hoyt is the New York Times bestselling author of over seventeen lush historical romances including the Maiden Lane series. Publishers Weekly has called her writing “mesmerizing.” She also pens deliciously fun contemporary romances under the name Julia Harper. Elizabeth lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with three untrained dogs, a garden in constant need of weeding, and the long-suffering Mr. Hoyt.
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Jillian Lima’s whole world was destroyed in a span of a few hours. The same night her childhood love, Brock ‘the Beast’ Mitchell, broke her heart, her life was irrevocably altered by the hand of a stranger with a gun. It takes six years to slowly glue together the shattered pieces of her life, but Jillian is finally ready to stop existing in a past full of pain and regret. She takes a job at her father’s martial arts Academy and she’s going out on her first date since a failed relationship that was more yuck than yum. Jillian is determined to start living.
She just never expected Brock to be a part of her life again. But he’s firmly back in her life before she knows it, and not only is he older, he’s impossibly more handsome, more teasing and more everything. And when he sees Jillian, he’s no longer capable of thinking of her as the little girl who was his shadow growing up or the daughter of the man who gave him a second chance at life. He sees the woman who’d always been there for him, the one person who believed in him no matter what.
Brock knows she’s the one he should’ve made his, and what begins as a tentative friendship quickly turns to red-hot chemistry that sparks a flame that burns brighter than lust. Falling for Brock again risks more than her heart, because when the sorrow-filled and guilt-ridden past resurfaces, and a web of lies threatens to rip them apart, the fallout could lay waste to everything they’ve fought to build together, and destroy the dreams of those they care most about.
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Making my way through the narrow pathways between the tables, I headed back toward the bathroom. Only once I pushed open the double doors and stopped in front of the water-spotted mirror did I realize I’d left my purse at the table, so there’d be no reapplying my lipstick.
I pumped soap onto my hands and waved them under the facet. Water flowed, washing away the suds as I slowly lifted my gaze to my reflection. Normally when I looked at myself, I didn’t really pay attention longer than was necessary to put makeup on without ending up looking like a tutorial gone wrong.
Standing here now, I really looked at myself, though.
I used to wear my hair up all the time, but I’d stopped doing that every day. My hair now hung in waves and the ends curled over the tips of my breasts. I also used to have heavy bangs, but thank God they were long gone. I’d finally learned how to put on eyeliner. That was another miracle. The slight flush of my face darkened my naturally tan skin. My lips were fuller and my nose straight.
My hair was parted to sweep to the left so it shielded my cheek…and my cheek didn’t look that bad, especially considering how it looked the first time I’d seen it after…after days in the hospital.
Hell, my entire face had been one hot mess.
There was a deep indentation in my left cheek, almost like an icepick had been shoved in there, and as I stared at my right jaw line, I was still amazed by what reconstructive plastic surgeons could accomplish. Half my face had literally been pieced back together with an iliac crest graft with a reconstruction plate and a crap ton of dentistry to give me back a full set of functional teeth.
Plastic surgeons didn’t have magic wands, but they were magicians. If you weren’t looking at me straight on, you’d have no idea that my right jaw was thinner than my left.
You’d have no idea what had happened to me that night.
Now I stared back at myself just like I had done that night, six years ago, standing in a bathroom, mere minutes before my entire life came crashing down.
It wasn’t that I hated the way I looked now. The fact that I was alive meant I was one of those rare, walking and breathing statistics.
But even knowing how lucky I was didn’t change the fact that I felt…deformed. That was a harsh word to use. I didn’t like to whip it out often. Doing so on what was so far a pretty good date was probably not a good idea.
Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. I didn’t need my thoughts going in that direction tonight. So far, the dinner had been amazing. Grady was nice and he was cute. I could maybe see myself going out with him again, to an art exhibit, and maybe coffee.
And that was what had freaked me out.
I was not going to let living freak me out.
I could give him a chance and not worry about whether or not I was settling.
Turning from the sink, I dried my hands and then readjusted my hair so it fell forward, over my left shoulder and cheek. I walked out of the bathroom and into the narrow hall, gaze trained on the floor as I took about two steps before I realized someone was standing right outside the door, leaning against the wall. Before I nearly plowed into him.
Gasping, I took a step back. All I could see were finely cut black trousers paired with…with old black and white Chucks? What an odd combination, but those shoes reminded me of…
I gave a little shake of my head and stepped to the side. “Sorry. Excuse—”
Everything stopped except my heart, because it was suddenly pounding in my chest too hard, too fast. That deep, rough voice. I recognized it all the way to my very core. Slowly, I lifted my gaze, already knowing what I was going to see but refusing to believe it.
# 1 New York Times and # 1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. She spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. Jennifer has won numerous awards, including the 2013 Reviewers Choice Award for Wait for You, the 2015 Editor’s Pick for Fall With Me, and the 2014/2015 Moerser-Jugendbuch- Jury award for Obsidian. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA.
She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
Eight months ago, Laurel walked into an underground boxing gym and found herself mesmerized by a stranger named Flynn—a man who fights hard and loves harder. Since then he’s taken her places where fear and curiosity clash in exquisite pleasure, where trust is the price of ecstasy, and in time their brutal games have become her kink as much as his.
But when real life intrudes and hard decisions demand action, will these two whose bond is rooted in fantasy take shelter in each other’s arms, or discover that lust is no substitute for a lasting commitment?
As excited as I was at the prospect at more from Laurel and Flynn, I was equally anxious about the likelihood of the follow up achieving the same success in terms of acclaim. Its predecessor willing Victim has a cult like status among my favourite taboo reads. Unlike anything I had read before, it was unapologetically erotic in its undertaking of a risqué topic; whilst being refreshing down to earth in its approach and character reliability.
In this regard Brutal Game achieves that success. As Laurel and Flynn navigate their relationship eight months later, life throws some challenges their way. It’s a test of strength as well as forcing them to confront their relationship and its direction. On a whole it was a much more sombre affair than I was expecting, but with this it showcased the surprisingly sweet rawness I so much love about them.
Don’t forget the first book in the series, WILLING VICTIM!
For the past couple years Laurel’s been coasting, hiding in the backseat while her life drifts off course. Then one summer afternoon a tall, built bruiser named Flynn strides in and steers her straight into an infatuation she never saw coming.
Flynn introduces Laurel to things she’s never imagined—to the violent but exciting realm of the underground boxing circuit, to rough sex and even rougher role-playing, and to an attraction she craves even as it intimidates her. As Flynn invites her deeper into his world and his life, Laurel has to make a choice—let fear keep her holed up where it’s safe, or take a chance and fight for the man who makes her feel more alive than she’d dreamed possible.
Reader Advisory: This book contains consensual but intense rape role-playing scenes that some may find upsetting.
About the Author:
Since she began writing in 2008, Cara McKenna has published nearly forty romances and erotic novels with a variety of publishers, sometimes under the pen names Meg Maguire and C.M. McKenna. Her stories have been acclaimed for their smart, modern voice and defiance of convention. She was a 2015 RITA Award finalist, a 2014 RTReviewers’ Choice Award winner, a 2012 and 2011 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award nominee, and a 2010 Golden Heart Award finalist. She lives with her husband and baby son in the Pacific Northwest, though she’ll always be a Boston girl at heart.
Cara is represented by Laura Bradford, of the Bradford Literary Agency.
I gave up everything to save my sister from a monster, and now I’m lying low in this rundown apartment so I can stay out of danger. Hiding from everyone.
Except for the guy in apartment 1A.
He’s rude. Silent. Muscled, mysterious, and hot as hell. I don’t know if he likes me or hates me, but the more time I spend with him, the less it matters.
I want him.
And for the first time in my life I’m going to go after what I want.
She doesn’t belong in my world.
From the second 1B moves in, I know she’s keeping secrets. She doesn’t belong here, much less with a street fighter like me.
But that doesn’t stop me from craving her. Her softness and sweetness. She’s a drug, and suddenly I’m addicted.
I know someone is going to try and hurt her and I can’t let that happen. But unless I push her away and get her out of my world, that someone could be me…
Deep breath, Charlotte, I told myself. Deep breath.
He was out a second later, standing in the doorway of my bedroom, thick and square. His damp shirt clung to every muscle. And he had…he had a lot of muscles. Thick round knobs of them. Lean, hard planes of them. He was made of muscles.
He’d been running, or working out or something. He wore running shoes and athletic shorts that were frayed in the same well-used way his shirt was. White earbuds had been tucked into the waistband of his shorts, and dangled down by his…well. Shorts.
His black hair was buzzcut short, down practically to his scalp. And his face, now that the flush was gone and the sweat had slowed down, looked like it had recently taken a beating. His eye was dark and his lip had a cut. His nose looked like it had been broken a few times.
He carried himself like a guy who lived in his whole body. Like every molecule was under his control. I lived in exactly 12% of my body. I wasn’t even sure what my hair was doing.
“You done?” he asked.
All the blood in my body roared to my face. My stomach curled into a ball like a wounded hedgehog trying to protect itself from further harm.
“Thank you,” I said, staring intently at the edge of a tile in my kitchen. It was chipped, the white enamel long gone. “That was nice of you to help.”
“No big deal.” He stepped into the living room and I went back against the wall, giving him a wide, wide berth. Wanting to keep as much distance between us as I could.
He stopped. “What are you doing?”
“You think I’m going to hurt you?”
“I’m not sure what you’re going to do.”
He made a grunting noise and stood there like he was waiting for me to look at him, but I did not. I burned under his gaze and fussed with my sheet, wishing Izzy was set up so I could just work, instead of… this.
Instead of being human with humans.
And then he was gone. Leaving behind the smell of man. And sweat. And it was not a bad smell. It was just different, and it did not belong in my space.
About the Author:
Molly O’Keefe has always known she wanted to be a writer (except when she wanted to be a florist or a chef and the brief period of time when she considered being a cowgirl). And once she got her hands on some romances, she knew exactly what she wanted to write.
She published her first Harlequin romance at age 25 and hasn’t looked back. She loves exploring every character’s road towards happily ever after.
Originally from a small town outside of Chicago, she went to university in St. Louis where she met and fell in love with the editor of her school newspaper. They followed each other around the world for several years and finally got married and settled down in Toronto, Ontario. They welcomed their son into their family in 2006, and their daughter in 2008. When she’s not at the park or cleaning up the toy room, Molly is working hard on her next novel, trying to exercise, stalking Tina Fey on the internet and dreaming of the day she can finish a cup of coffee without interruption.
Dishing It Out, her last Harlequin Flipside won the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award for best Flipside in 2005.
Her Superromance Baby Makes Three won the RT Reviewer’s Choice for best Superromance in 2006. L-length Her novella, “The Christmas Eve Promise” in The Night Before Christmas won the RITA in 2009. And her full length contemporary romance CRAZY THING CALLED LOVE won the RITA in 2013.
Don’t you just hate it when someone destroys all your carefully made plans?
I mean, I had goals: college to graduate in one semester, a future I was working hard to reach, and an image of myself I wanted the world to see. My life was stacked into these precisely placed blocks. But then Colton Gamble came along and knocked them all askew.
I hated how he messed everything up, how he could hog all my attention whenever he was around, how he made my pulse quicken–but only because he ticked me off…not because I was attracted to him. Oh! And I hated how he knew how attractive he was too, the shallow, full of himself, doesn’t take no for an answer, too-flirty, too cocky, extremely irritating jerk.
The boy had all the qualities that turned me off. Or so I thought.
One night he wasn’t quite the brainless, over-confident jerk I usually took him for.
One night, he took care of me when I was at my lowest. He opened up to me and made me open up to him.
Now I’m learning maybe he’s not what I first thought he was. And maybe I’M not what I first thought I was. Maybe it’s okay to rearrange a couple of my perfectly set blocks. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll stop worrying about what I’m afraid everyone else will think and finally reach for something I really want. It’s possible some of my plans need to be destroyed, and Colton Gamble is exactly the kind of mess I need in my life.
What do you think? Should I give him a try?
Desperately seeking your advice, Julianna Radcliffe
“Just for that, I’m going to make you cuddle.”
“Cuddle?” My eyes bulged as he crawled closer.
For some reason, cuddling struck more fear inside me than getting slapped or punched. I knew exactly how to respond to those—kick his ass out of my apartment. But with cuddling, I was lost.
I edged away from him, shaking my head, only to yelp out a surprised scream when he snaked out a hand and caught hold of my leg, stilling me.
“Yes, cuddle,” he said. “I like to cuddle.”
My muscles clenched and limbs went tense as he climbed up right into my personal space and wrapped himself around me like a second skin.
“I…I’m not big on cuddling,” I finally admitted, my body board-stiff against him.
“Really?” He sounded surprised by that. “Well, don’t worry, by the time I’m through with you, you’ll love it.
Linda Kage grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the
youngest of eight children. Now she lives in Kansas with her husband, daughter,
and nine cuckoo clocks. Her life’s been blessed with lots of people to learn
from and love. Writing’s always been a major part of her world, and she is so happy
to finally share some of her stories with other romance lovers.
Fractions of seconds can do lots of damage. One decision can ruin lives. A blink can be tragic. And loving a Hollister…can hurt like hell.
I would know.
They say the average person can hold their breath under water for two full minutes when pushed to the extremes. Will Hollister has been holding his for years. The oldest of two elite swimming brothers, Will was always a dominant force in the water. But in life, he preferred to let his younger
brother Evan be the one to shine.
Evan got the girl, and Will…he got to bury all of the secrets. A brother’s burden, the weight of it all nearly left him to drown.
The daughter of two Olympians, my path was set the day my fingertips first touched water. My future was as crystal clear as the lane I dominated in the pool—swim hard, win big, love a Hollister.
My life with Evan burned bright. He gave me arms to come home to, and a smile that fooled the world into believing everything was perfect. But it was Will who pushed me. Will…who really knew me.
And when all of the pieces fell, it was Will who started to pick them up.
In the end, the only thing that matters are those few precious seconds—and what we decide to do while we still have them in our grasp.
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author of several young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless, Wicked Restless, In Your Dreams and The Hard Count.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she’s not writing, the odds are high that she’s somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).
Title: I’ve Seen You Naked and Didn’t Laugh: A Geeky Love Story Author: Eden Butler Genre: Romantic Comedy Release Date: November 15, 2016 Tour Hosted by:LitStack
Raine Quinn was a huge disappointment to her haters.
She wasn’t supposed to make it out of Waco, TX.
She wasn’t supposed to land even one acting job. And she sure as hell wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her best friend.
Will Callahan liked to call himself the younger, hotter Shatner, minus the ham acting and distracting toupee. He loved everything comics, he loved playing the hero of the beloved, defunct space western, AURA and he loved his best damn friend, Raine Quinn.
Raine and Will shot up the Hollyweird ranks together. They became stars, Geek legends and over the years, family. But one night, with the meddling of their dearly departed friend, too many shots and too much time reminiscing, Raine and Will cross a line…and it’s one they can’t jump back over.
Will had the fattest bottom lip, the softest, pinkest skin that darkened in the center. I stared at that small discoloration, trying to ignore the memory of how his mouth tasted on my tongue all those months ago as he dropped my hair and slid an arm behind my head on the truck seat. He came so close now that the fine hairs on his arm tickled against my ear. “You aren’t just anyone.” Will touched my face and I let him maneuver my head, urge me to move my chin, angle my cheeks between his long fingers before he delivered his line. “There’s no one like you.”
There were two small seconds before the kiss came. I counted them both and it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. The soft tickle of his fingertips against my jaw. The slow, sweet breath that fanned against my open mouth when he inched closer. The low, wild sound of his throat vibrating when he finally kissed me.
It was an act. I knew that. There were fifty people around us watching, filming, lighting the set, assuring that the sound was optimal. But just then as Will kissed me…well, as Tristan kissed Isolde…I pretended that we were alone, that we were back in my house, drunk and blissfully un-mindful of how epically stupid it was to sleep with your best friend.
Just then, I let Will move his mouth over mine and thought about the sweetness of his breath and how warm, how strong his tongue felt in my mouth. We went on kissing, reacting, setting up the steps that would lead to the rest of the scene. And I forgot about the script and the audience. I kissed Will back and let that chemistry Coop had mentioned the night before spill out from my body and shoot into Will’s. I moved when he pulled on me. I reacted when he subconsciously asked for a response. He led, I followed and in the progression of the scene, Tristan drew Isolde onto his lap, tugging at her shirt, slipping fingers up her back, pulling on the collar to expose her bare shoulder.
And then, his hand came to my breast, those long, perfect fingers gripping, tweaking until I could not help myself. Until I threaded my fingers into his hair and let Will squeeze and touch and take whatever of mine he wanted.
“God…” I managed, holding his mouth to my neck, moving up and over his lap, pressing him closer, harder against my skin. “Oh God.”
“Baby…” I’d never heard that pet name from Will. He’d never referred to anyone he was with as his baby. He’d only ever called me Rainey or Pinkie or sweetie and none of those times had those pet names held any of the sweetness or need that he’d just used to call me that.
No. Not me.
Tristan and Isolde. Not us.
He kept kissing me, taking and I let him go on, cursing myself, my stupid logic when I heard Cooper repeat over and over again, “Guys, that’s a cut. Cut!”
Will followed, leaned toward me, seeming unwilling to stop kissing me when I pulled away, shaking my head to clear away the tension tightening my body. When I looked over to Cooper and JoJo on the other side of the camera, Will finally stopped trying to kiss me.
“That was perfect,” Coop said, leaning back in his chair, not remotely ashamed at how wide he smiled at us. “That was just…perfect.”
I only vaguely heard him and decided that grin would pull me out of the moment so I focused on Will, how he rested his hands on my hips, how he hadn’t removed them even though Cooper had cut the scene.
“It was good,” I told him, lacking anything remotely sensible to say. I didn’t move, loved too much how close we were, not willing to separate from Will. I had gone months and months not speaking to him and though I knew I needed to retract my limbs from his lap, that I had to keep myself distant so I could begin to stop wanting him, it felt too good to have him so close. I didn’t want to move.
“Yeah,” he said, voice sounding awed. “Damn good.”
My mind did things to me when Will was around. There were moments that I was certain he’d gone on looking at me too long, that there was something in that look that meant more than honest friendship, but I’d always managed to remind myself that I was not his type. I was his friend and that’s all I’d ever be, that drunken stupid night notwithstanding. But just then, with Will clinging to me still, with our bodies pleasantly entwined, I could have sworn the look he gave me, that amazed, satisfied expression wasn’t a figment of my desperate imagination.
“Rainey.” It was a breathless sound that didn’t sound like my name at all. Those soft, slow syllables that made my name sound like a song had come from my best friend. It sounded like a promise. It felt like a dream and when I looked up at him, when he touched my cheek, made to guide my head again, bring my mouth closer to his despite there being no running camera filming it, I was sure Will Callahan, not Tristan was about to kiss me.
And then, while the crew reset and ignored us, just as Will was tugging me closer and the moment was amping up, the tension doubling as I held my breath, waiting to see what he’d ask of me next, Will suddenly froze and let out a soundless gasp, as though someone had just flicked a switch on in his head. For several long seconds he just sat there, his mouth hanging open, his eyes searching my face but not really seeing me. Then, just as suddenly, he dropped his hand, unceremoniously moved me off his lap and hurriedly left the truck without so much as a backward glance in my direction.
About Eden Butler
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life.
Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…
Releasing February 21, 2017, MASTERING HER SENSES is the second full-length novel in Laura Kaye’s Blasphemy Series. Check out the amazing cover created by Kim Killion from The Killion Group below!
A Note from Laura Kaye:
Friends! I’m so excited to share the cover for Mastering Her Senses, the second book in my new erotic Blasphemy series! I’ve been dying to write Master Quinton since he first appeared on the page, and now he is coming your way this February. I’m also excited because the heroine, Cassia Locke, is the sister of one of the Raven Riders (Jagger Locke), so there will be some fun series crossover happening in this book, too! So, so much to love! I hope you’ll check it out and the other books in the series, too!
12 Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…
He wants to dominate her senses—and her heart…
Quinton Ross has always been a thrill-seeker—so it’s no surprise that he’s drawn to extremes in the bedroom and at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, where he creates sense-depriving scenarios that blow submissives’ minds. Now if he could just find one who needs the rush as much as him…
When an accident leaves Cassia Locke with a paralyzing fear of the dark, she’ll try anything to get help. Ready to fight, she knows just who to ask for help—the hard-bodied, funny-as-hell Dom she’d always crushed on—and once stood up.
Quinton is shocked and a little leery to see Cassia, but he can’t pass up the chance to dominate the alluring little sub this time. Introducing her to sensory deprivation becomes his new favorite obsession, and watching her fight fear is its own thrill. But when doubt threatens to send her running again, Quinton must find a way to master her senses—and her heart.
Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of thirty books in contemporary and erotic romance and romantic suspense, including the Blasphemy, Hard Ink, and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. Laura also writes historical fiction as the NYT bestselling author, Laura Kamoie. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
“Once again Veronica Larsen delivers a novel that kept me glued to the pages. Smart. Sexy. Riveting. I felt the chemistry with every breath. I truly love this author’s writing!” – K.L. Kreig, USA Today Bestselling Author
“Reckless Touch will keep you glued to your kindle, happily forgoing sleep (or, if you’re like me, deadlines). Veronica Larsen brilliantly weaves scorching chemistry with edge-of-your-seat suspense in a story that will touch your heart… and other places. You don’t want to miss this one!!” –Danielle Pearl, Author of In Ruins
“A sexy, slow burn romance layered with fast-paced suspense. Reckless Touch has fabulous writing and great chemistry, it’s impossible to put down. Buckle up for an ending you won’t see coming.” – Nikki Sloane, USA Today Bestselling Author
He crowds everything into corners just by stepping into a room.
Steely, cold, and focused, he’d do anything to keep me safe.
Except there is no safe and there is no us.
There’s only stolen moments and reckless touches, secrets and lies.
And the stranger who wants me dead.
Cast in shadows and biding his time, he pulls on the threads of my life hoping I’ll come undone.
Even surrounded by people I’m completely alone.
Though I’m afraid, I don’t want to feel safe.
I want to feel prepared.
Fear doesn’t have to be my weakness; it can be the fire in my veins.
Fear might just keep me alive tonight.
Although a longtime fan of Veronica’s writing, she never fails to surprise me with the variety of her storytelling abilities. Reckless Touch is a new string to VL’s bow, and at this point I’m not sure she’s capable of writing anything I won’t love. She has a way of drawing me into her stories, and with this sophisticated and suspenseful read, she captured my intrigue from the outset.
Amelia Woods is an investigative journalist who lives for the thrill of chasing down her next story. On the brink of a huge expośe, she finds herself the subject of some unwanted attention, which results in a terrifying ordeal. It’s an experience that highlights not only how vulnerable, but also how lonely she is too.
Sebastian Reed is the detective assigned to Amelia’s case. He’s broody, stand-offish and reclusive in a way that should not hold appeal, but actually only serves to harness interest. As the only person appearing to take Amelia’s complaints seriously, her fears, attraction and adrenaline make for a heady combination.
He’s got a quiet confidence emanating from every inch of him. It wraps around me, masculine energy that makes me wonder how well he could handle me in bed.
There’s more to Sebastian that meets the eye, and although he acknowledges his interest in Amelia is reckless, his admiration for her and protectiveness over her make him go beyond the call of duty.
She doesn’t realize the sparks that shoot out of her and set me on fire.
I felt the sense of urgency in the writing. I felt the connection to the characters. Her fears, her anxiety. His frustrations. The sparks of sexual tension that kindled, then raged into an all consuming flame. I felt them all. With Veronica I feel no words are wasted, and it’s my absolute pleasure read them all.
The house has been empty for years, with no one to maintain it, no one to look after it. It’s a shadow of its former self.
My steps leave shoe prints on the dirty linoleum of the hall. Behind me, a trail of my progress leads all the way to the back entrance. I’m not worried. I’ll clean it all later.
I stroll past the pictures lining the walls, covered in dust. Pictures of them. Gone. All gone. The skeleton of my life. Of everything I had before it all disintegrated in my hands.
No matter. Tables turn, and no one on this earth can escape reaping what they sow. Not even her. Soon she’ll understand what she’s done, how her words destroyed everything.
The air grows stale as I head down into the basement. The first three stairs groan under my weight, just as they always have. A shiver runs through me. It’s always been chillier down here than the rest of the house, especially in the winter months. But my shiver isn’t from the cold. It’s from excitement.
Even though I know I shouldn’t have come. Not during the day when the neighbors could see. But I couldn’t help myself. I needed to make sure it’s all just the way I left it.
Reaching the foot of the stairs, I straighten and inspect the room I’ve prepared.
The single, twin-sized mattress, pushed against the bare wall of the unfinished basement. Any movement I make echoes in the cavernous space. The chill hangs in the air, and the thick silence is almost buzzing around me.
I get goosebumps just standing here, imagining what it’s like to wonder.
Wonder and wonder and wonder.
Wonder if you’re going crazy.
Wonder if you will live or die.
To gain hope. To lose that hope. To break.
I wonder, gleeful and fidgeting in my excitement.
Straight across from the bed is the only other furniture I’ve placed in the room. A shabby nightstand with a small television monitor perched on top of it.
That’s where she’ll see it all.
That’s where she’ll see herself.
I run my finger absently over the blade cradled in my hand. I don’t remember pulling it out, but stroking it helps everything in my head go still. I’ve had this particular knife for so long, I know just how to touch it so it won’t cut me.
It’s part of me.
You’re forgetting something.
I slice at the air with the knife. At the voice. I know it’s my own, but it sounds just like him. Mocking. Belittling. Making me question myself. He doesn’t know me anymore. I’ve changed. The things I’ve been through…the scars that pucker up inside of me, never healing, never showing themselves to the world. But no matter. They make me stronger. I’m better than him now. I won’t make the mistakes he made.
You’re going to get caught.
“Shut up,” I hiss.
But he can’t hear me. It’s one way with him. It’s always been one way.
I won’t get caught. I’ve planned it perfectly. I won’t squander away the position of power I’ve gained. Not the way he did. Tactlessly and without forethought, letting his anger rule him. No. I’ll get my revenge and I’ll live to see it all play out. I’m patient. I’ve been biding my time. I’ve done my homework, set up the smoke and mirrors. They see only calm and control and camouflage.
No one knows tonight’s the night.
I stroke the blade with my forefinger and pull up an image in my mind’s eye. An image of her. Sitting on the mattress, staring at that television with those pretty eyes of hers, wide as an owl’s. Watching, for the first time, what happens when she’s the headline. When the hunter becomes the prey. When the reporter becomes the story.
About the Author:
Veronica Larsen’s romance novels are angst-driven and steamy. They tend to feature strong female leads who keep their male counterparts on their toes. Veronica enjoys building intense chemistry and anticipation while creating believable, down-to-earth romances. She’s an avid reader of all genres, coffee addict, and a Harry Potter fanatic.
Release Date: November 14th, 2016
Genre: Young Adult Romance
He’s not perfect, but he’s all I want…
I’m your average girl at your average high school, trying to figure out my place in life. After catching my now ex-boyfriend messing around with my now ex-best friend, I’ve made some big changes. No more band, no more backstabbing friends and no more boring old life. Now I have new friends, a new job and new interests.
But there’s a certain someone who’s interested in me, and I don’t get it. Jordan Tuttle could have anyone he wants. He’s the most popular boy in school. Rich, gorgeous, smart and the star quarterback, he’s perfect. Yet he acts like he wants no one else but…me.
So despite my fears and doubt, I let him get close. Probably too close. I discover that he’s not so perfect after all, but it doesn’t matter. I’m falling for him, even though he runs so hot and cold. I know someday he’s going to break my heart.
Monica Murphy is the New York Times, USA Today and #1 international bestselling author of the One Week Girlfriend series, the Billionaire Bachelors and The Rules series. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and has sold over one million copies worldwide. She is both self-published and published by Random House/Bantam and Harper Collins/Avon. She writes new adult, young adult and contemporary romance.
She is a wife and a mother of three who lives in central California on fourteen acres in the middle of nowhere along with their one dog and too many cats. A self-confessed workaholic, when she’s not writing, she’s reading or hanging out with her husband and kids. She’s a firm believer in happy endings, though she will admit to putting her characters through angst-filled moments before they finally get that hard won HEA.