An unexpected adventure… ‘Pure Dumb Luck’ #Contemporary #Gay #Romance @DahliaDonovan @SDSXXTours

Pure Dumb Luck
by Dahlia Donovan
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
When two small-town country dudes win the lottery, they finally find the
courage to speak their truth.
An unexpected adventure follows.
Linwood “Woody” Robinson has a routine.
He works for his baby brother in construction, buys three lottery
tickets every week, and lusts after his best friend from high school.
He’s done the same thing for twenty years.
Eddison “Eddie”
Howard owns the only gas station in their small South Carolina town,
sells lottery tickets, and lusts after his best friend from afar.
They joke around but never speak their truth. He knows they’re
cowards but can’t seem to find the courage to bridge the gulf between
them.
And then they win eighty million dollars.
Life changes.
They go from never talking about their feelings to
facing the world together.
Can anything pull them apart?
Dahlia Donovan wrote
her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and
damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and
unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her
life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive
collection of books and video games.
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My wolf claimed her ‘The Alpha’s Demiwolf’ #Paranormal #Romance @galestanley @changelingpress

The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)

 

Author: Gale Stanley

Publisher: Changeling Press

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 009067-02934

Genres: Paranormal, Romance, New Adult, Single Parent/Pregnancy Romance, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Werewolves

 

Blurb:

 

Kya: I’m a demiwolf — half wolf, half human, and both species despise my weird mix of genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.

 

Levi: I’m all wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she won’t accept me?

Available at:

 

Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/the-alpha-s-demiwolf-utopia-1-b-2934

 

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Excerpt:

 

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The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)
Gale Stanley
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley

 

Kya

I cringed when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job, but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP.

The incident wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned. Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition. The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to keep a low profile.

 

This isn’t the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for any amount of money.

 

The heavy backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty look. “Hey, Kya. You’re late.”

 

“Sorry, it won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.”

 

Marty’s lip curled in a sneer. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean undressed.” He snickered.

 

I ignored his disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made room for the new girl, so I started changing next to my locker. When a spot at the mirror opened up, I grabbed it and started working on my wild black curls.

 

Marty stuck his head in the door. “Hey, fresh meat, you’re on next.”

 

I knew he meant me. I was the newest girl there. Half of me cringed, the half that’s wolf. The half I keep hidden. Or is it a quarter of me I keep hidden? I guess it depends on how you look at it. A full-blooded wolf-shifter is already half human, although they’ll never admit to it. My father was a wolf, but my mother was human.

Does that mean I’m… Oh, fuck the fractions. No matter how you look at it, I’m a demiwolf.

 

But I look human. I checked my body in the mirror. Yep, a hot as hell human female stared back at me. Tacky, but sexy. Nothing says stripper like stiletto platform heels and a thong that shows off a girl’s booty. I slipped on a white, halter mini-dress with a drape-neck, an open back, and a side slit. Then I ran my hands through my curls and gave my lips one last swipe of purple-plum gloss.

 

It’s so much easier to call myself human and blend in with the majority. The humans are clueless. They know we exist, but they believe we keep to our own side of the tracks. The wolves are a different story. They can smell my lupine pheromones, but they don’t want me. I’m not pure. Fuck ‘em. At least I can make a living among the humans. Stripping might be a trashy job, but it pays for the life I’m trying to live. It’s not the life I want, but it’s all I’ve got. I used to dream about being accepted by my father’s people. Fat chance. They wouldn’t even accept him because he had a human lover and a half-breed kid.

 

My parents never married, but they lived together — sometimes. When my father was around, I was daddy’s girl. But all too often, he would disappear as if he had no family. My mother would drink and tell me that he liked to hang out with his own kind in places where we weren’t accepted. When he came back from his trips, he’d act cold and resentful, but it wouldn’t last long. Eventually, he’d tell me he loved me and everything would be okay again. I thought nothing would keep us apart for good. I was wrong.

One day he didn’t come back. We found out he was killed in a bar fight. One of his so-called friends called me a mongrel and Dad died defending me. My mother cried and cried. She said this was why they never wanted kids. So I was what… an accident?

 

I couldn’t blame them. Not really. Life was hard enough without being born with this weird mix of genes. I hated myself, too. I wished I’d never been born. At least I could make things easier for my mother. As soon as I finished school, I left home and never looked back.

 

While waiting to go on, I thought about my routine — floor work, then pole dancing, then back on the floor. I’m not nervous anymore about being naked in front of a roomful of men. I was at first, but now I focus on my moves. I’ve been scorned and dehumanized all my life, so I like to emphasize something I can do well — dance.

 

I peeked through the curtain and watched Candy finish her routine. There’s a mirror behind the stage and a pole in the center. Chairs surrounded the stage for customers who wanted direct contact with the dancers. I watched one of the men put a bill in his mouth. Candy shoved her breasts in his face and used them to grab the money. There were hoots and hollers and more men waved bills at her. She collected all of her tips, then picked up her clothes, and ran off the stage.

The DJ, sitting in an alcove nearby, introduced me. “Next up is a beautiful lady who’s new here. You’re gonna see her naked for the first time tonight.”

 

Well, it’s not a complete lie. It’s my first time naked on this stage.

 

“Give Raven a nice warm welcome.”

 

My heartbeat skyrocketed as I stepped through the curtains and climbed the three steps to the stage. The opening bars of my music started up and I began to move.

 

* * *

 

Levi

My anticipation ran high. I’m always excited to see new talent. Samson made a joke about the taste of fresh meat and we all laughed, then I looked up at the stage and my eyes practically popped out of my head, like in one of those old cartoons. The new girl… what’s her name? Raven. She took my breath away. Her curvy shape and that thick black mane had me salivating. From what I could see, everything looked natural, and she had the best set of legs in the club.

 

“That is one hot piece of ass.” Samson stood up. “I need a closer look.”

Samson walked over to the stage and we all followed. Raven smiled in our direction and my heart took a leap. Her white mini dress emphasized all that golden skin, but it was her eyes that really stood out. Almond in shape and color, they seemed to be staring directly at me.

 

Author Bio and Links

 

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

 

Website: http://galestanley.net/
Blog: http://galestanley.blogspot.com/
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human women were double trouble ‘Music For a Merman’ #Fantasy #Romance @alicerauthor @SDSXXTours

Music For a Merman
Sea of Love Book 2
by Alice Renaud
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Rob Regor knew that humans were trouble. All the shape-shifting mermen of
the Morvann Islands knew it. And human women were double trouble,
especially when they were lying on the road in front of a digger.”
Rob has a mission. Go to the mainland. Work as a policeman. Find out as
much as possible about the mainland humans. Report back to his
father, the head of the Regor Clan. It should be easy.
Until he has to arrest Charlie. Rob can’t fight his attraction to the
sexy eco-warrior, and it puts him on one hell of a collision course
with his family and his Clan. Will he break the rules – or break
her heart, and his?
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A Merman’s Choice
Sea of Love Book 1
For centuries the shape-shifting mermen of the Morvann Islands have lived
incognito among humans. But one of them, Yann, has developed some bad
habits. Like rescuing humans, even when doing so risks revealing his
true nature. When he fishes Alex out of the sea, he doesn’t expect
her to reappear eight months later, and turn his life upside down by
asking him to be her guide.
Alex is determined to fulfil a promise to her dying grandmother, by
gathering pictures and stories of the Morvanns. But she soon
discovers that, on these remote Welsh islands, legends have a habit
of becoming true!
Over the course of a few days, Yann and Alex grow close. But some mermen
hate humans. Their hostility, and Yann’s secret, threaten to tear
the couple apart just as they are discovering that they are soul
mates. Can Yann overcome the obstacles in his path and make the right
choice?
I
was born and brought up in Brittany, Western France, my father was
French and my mother British (from Wales). I moved to London, UK, in
1997, where I now live with my husband and son. I work full time as a
compliance specialist in a pharmaceutical company. I have been
writing in my free time since I was 14. I got quite a few short
stories published in UK magazines, before moving to longer fiction. I
wrote three contemporary romance books, but didn’t find a publisher
for them. I then realized that mermen, sea witches and water demons
were a lot more fun than sheikhs and billionaires! My first two
paranormal romances did not find a publisher either, then I wrote A
Merman’s Choice, which was published in January 2019 by Black
Velvet Seductions. It is the first book in a fantasy romance trilogy
inspired by the landscapes and legends of Brittany and Wales. I love
reading and writing stories, and sharing them with anyone who’s
interested!
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When gods and mortals collide… ‘The Irish Gods’ #Paranormal #EroticRomance #Series @ddehel @SDSXXTours

Gods and Mortals
The Irish Gods Book 1
by D.S. Dehel
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Maeve Devlin has no idea what to expect when she travels to Ireland for a
vacation, but definitely not the supernatural or an old god obsessed
with her. What should be a fun time reconnecting with an old love
interest first turns thrilling, then confusing, when two men seem
interested in a fling. And what’s with all the birds?
But when The Man with eyes like the sea— the man she’s dreamed of her
entire life—appears, her life spirals out of control, and she’s
thrust into a world of gods and heroes, magic and love. When gods and
mortals collide, nothing goes well.
Gods and Mortals, the first book in the Irish Gods series, introduces us
to modern day Ireland, a place where the old and new exists side by
side, and the old gods mingle with mankind. It tells the tale of
Maeve Devlin and the man she was destined for, and the one god daring
to claim her for his very own.
God of the Sea
The Irish Gods Book 2
God of the Sea, book 2 in the Irish Gods series, tells the tale of Ellie
Selkirk―elementary school teacher, bartender, and one-time Seer.
She has left the world of gods and magic behind and settled into an
ordinary life. Gods are just too much trouble, and even worse,
they’re dangerous.
Her life—and summer vacation—is upended when she meets Gareth Keir,
front man for the band DeDanu and god of nothing. Intrigued by
Gareth, Ellie decides to see where this romance will go, thinking
it’ll amount to little more than a summer fling. Fate has other
plans, though, and when Gareth’s brother, Declan, stumbles into the
scene, injured and chased by Hunters, Ellie must decide how far she
is willing to go make the man she loves the god he is destined to be,
even if it means revisiting her own dark past.
Curse of the Gods
The Irish Gods Book 3
Amory Wright’s world is changing. Her son is off to college and her
husband, Steven, has accepted a new job that moves them to Dublin.
There, she begins to work for David Abernathy, owner of Love Spot.
It’s her first real job—outside of being mom—and she discovers
there’s more to herself than the country club veneer she has
cultivated in the past.
David sees this too, and his charm and good looks tempt her in ways she’s
never been tempted before. To make things worse, Amory suspects
Steven’s trips for work may be cover for yet another affair.
As her life spirals out of control, she discovers that the person she is
attracted to is more than a man: he’s the God of Sex, and he wants
her to see him for who he truly is. And maybe—just maybe—she can
break the centuries-old curse that haunts him to this day.
Goddess of the Dead
The Irish Gods Book 4
Fight for your destiny.
Mo Noonan’s life is falling apart. She’s failed out of grad school.
Her fiancé just dumped her in front of all her friends. Her mother
thinks she’s a failure.
And now she’s dead.
It’s hard making friends with the dead, especially when you’ve been murdered,
but Aedan Hanlon is willing to show Mo how to navigate the
Underworld, though he keeps going on and on about facing her Truth.
After spending time with Aedan, Mo begins to wonder, can the dead
fall in love?
And if they do, why does the Goddess of the Dead
have to mess everything up? Why can’t Mo and Aedan just rest in
peace?
D.S. Dehel is a lover of photography, good food, and the Oxford comma.
When she is not immersed in a book, she is mom to her kids and spoiling her rather
pampered feline, Mr. Darcy. She can also be found at the gym training
for her next Spartan race and generally avoiding all adult
responsibility. She adores literary allusions, writing sex scenes,
and British television. Her devoted husband is still convinced she
writes children’s books. Please don’t enlighten him.
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a dark, gritty, and graphic read #Fiction by @LeaBronsen #Crime #Thriller

Hi, and thank you for having me on your blog!

I’ve always been fascinated by dark psychological thrillers that mess with your mind and keep you on the edge of your seat. I toyed with the genre writing my debut novel Wild Hearted, but labeled it a crime drama. Its sequel, Carnivora, evolved over six years to become a full-blown hold-your-breath thriller that deals with grave issues such as kidnapping, child sex trafficking, and self-harm.

Telling five parallel stories with as many voices, it gives you the perspectives of a police informant, a hunted gangster, a mad avenger, an inconsolable girlfriend, and a psychotic kidnapper. I pull no punches weaving these stories, so be prepared for a dark, gritty, and graphic read – a little dirty on the erotic side – that I hope will play with your strings and stick with you for a long time.

Please note that this is part 1 of Carnivora and I am currently working on parts 2 and 3, so if those cliffhangers at the end are killing you, be patient. The continuation is right around the corner!

 

 

Blurb

Fight evil with evil.

TOMOR
Crime lord Tomor is serving a life sentence behind bars. Without warning, he’s abducted by mysterious men. A sick manhunt is on, with people around him dying like flies. He will need all his street flair and gangster skills to prevent his loved ones from ending up on the death list.

LUZ
Luz grieves the loss of her lover while striving to take care of their baby. The last thing she needs is to fall for the new neighbor.

DAVID
A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life. Then everything falls apart again: he learns that Tomor has escaped, and his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men.

The cops are in over their heads with “Project Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.

 

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Excerpt

“Time to change your bandage again,” the nurse mutters, voice cool, and pulls my orange-colored sleeve up to the elbow.

She unrolls the long strip of bandage from my wrist and tugs at one corner of the gauze plastered on my wound. It sticks as if glued to the freshly grown skin, and instead of removing the gauze carefully, she tears if off hard, discharging pain through my arm, wrist-to-shoulder.

I open my eyes and lift my head off the pillow. “What the fuck are ya doing, trying to reopen the wound or something?”

“Like you care.” She stops pulling and glares, gauze between her fingers. “I can see who you are inside. You’re playing tough, aren’t you, bad guy? But you can’t fool me.”

“Shut up.” I lay down again, huffing, and stare at the white ceiling above me with its rows of long neon lights.

“You’re a good man.”

I glance back. “I said, shut the fuck up.”

Her eyes shine. She rips off the remaining gauze, ignoring my grunt of pain, and throws it in a bin. “Look.”

No fuck.

“Look at it,” she insists, voice low and demanding.

No. I know what I’ve done, and I can imagine what it looks like. A six centimeter-long deep, reddish, scratched-up ridge along my artery. Layers of skin, fat, meat, and whatnot must be visible and sweating a pinkish liquid from the reborn pores. I don’t need to see it.

I guess the girl wants me to be so horrified, I’ll never attempt suicide again. That’s right. She wants to shock me into acceptance.

You gotta be fucking kidding me, little thing.

She shakes her head. “I don’t understand why they gave you the life sentence.”

“You mean they shoulda given me the chair?”

Instead of responding to my sarcasm, she pivots to look up at the clock and widens her eyes as if realizing she forgot an appointment. Face tense, she returns to her work, applies some cool, gel-like liquid on the wound, and bandages it with quick routine moves.

What’s up with her? In my three days in this woman’s company, I’ve noted the things that make her tick. Maybe she’s upset because I’m leaving the infirmary soon. Earlier, she said she didn’t know when I’d be ready to go back to my cell. She probably knows now, but doesn’t want to tell me.

The door opens. She jumps.

A uniformed guard pokes his head in, checks the small room, and exits.

She seems frozen in place, features tense. Staring ahead and taking deep breaths as if trying to regain composure.

I cock my head a little. “What’s going on? They gonna transfer me?”

She visibly swallows and fixes her gaze on some point on the wall.

I snicker. “Are you sad ‘cause I’m leaving?”

Ha, I can be so ugly, when the girl clearly likes me.

As she sits there avoiding me, I take the time to check out her tits, and drink in the amazing sight of their pressing against her green blouse with each breath. She doesn’t have a name tag. Come to think of it, none of the personnel do. Evidently, so the inmates can’t identify their ‘caretakers’, and should they by some miracle leave the premises, track them down.

I nod to her blouse. “What’s your name?”

She twists back to me, brows raised, before shaking her head. “I can’t tell you that.”

“C’mon, I’ll never see you again.” I grin, then add with an ironic snicker, teasing her, “They’ll never let me slash my wrists, or hang myself.”

She looks away and busies herself collecting the medical stuff, throwing a quick, almost invisible glance to the door. What the hell is making her so nervous?

Coldness fills my chest. Something’s up.

“Come on, Babe,” I coax with my most gentle, sensual voice, wanting to buy time. “Tell me your name.”

“Why?” she whispers, fidgeting with the roll of bandage.

“’Cause I want a name to your pretty face when I jack off in my cell.”

 

About the author

Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

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Devils, demons and their lethal hunters ‘A Darker Shade of Evil’ #anthology #PNR #MultipleAuthors @SDSXXTours

A Darker Shade of Evil
A Demon and Devil Anthology
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Deadly demons, diabolical devils and other creatures of the night will hold
you spellbound in this one-of-a-kind anthology. In a world of dark
delights, they trifle in forbidden passion, suspense, and kick-ass
battles. It’s all right here for you in this captivating urban
fantasy and paranormal romance anthology!
Brought to you by USA Today and International Bestselling Authors, these
stories of sexy alpha heroes and heroines will keep you turning the
pages. Devils, demons and their lethal hunters will draw you into
their conquests, twisted deceptions, scorching heat, and yes, even love.
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* Heat Rating: Spicy to Erotic Romance
* No Cliffhangers
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Dariel Raye, – USA Today Bestselling Author – The Devil Upstairs
Lori Titus, – USA Today Bestselling Author – Talons
Muffy Wilson, – USA Today Bestselling Author – Succubus Unleashed
Keta Diablo, – Bestselling Author – I Spy A Demon
Marilyn Harlow, – Bestselling Author – Demons Are A Girl’s Best Friend
Gracen Miller, – Bestselling Author – Hex
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women submit themselves body and soul ‘Lone Survivor’ #DarkRomance #series @AnyaBSummers @SDSXXTours

Lone Survivor
Crescent City Kings Book 1
by Anya Summers
Genre: Dark Romance
She needed a fresh start…
ICU Nurse Sadie Montgomery moved to New Orleans after her entire world
fell apart. The idea was borne of desperation as she sank deeper into
a depression so deep and dark, she had stopped feeling. But it wasn’t
until she crossed paths with Ram that she finally felt a spark of
life return. The only problem is, she doesn’t want to be dependent
upon anyone. The pain of losing it all is still too fresh. Not to
mention, in Ram’s world, the women submit themselves body and soul.
He wasn’t looking for love…
Former Army Ranger, Ramsey O’Malley, is not looking for a long-term
commitment from a woman beyond a scene or two at Club Underworld. He
doesn’t have the time nor the inclination to begin something he
cannot finish, not as a single dad with a thriving psychology
practice. Except, he is drawn to his newest patient. She’s
forbidden, like the apple in the garden of Eden, and all he wants to
do it take a bite.
But they could not deny their desire…
When Sadie makes a surprise appearance at Club Underworld looking to take
a walk on the wild side, Ram knows he cannot let another man have
her. He wants to be the one to introduce her to submission. But can
he convince her to submit? And will just one night be enough?
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Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball
and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her
mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead
binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d
have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she
graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with a
M.A. in History.
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