Welcome Stephanie Smith/ How My Heart Breaks

Title: How My Heart Breaks
Series: Try Again #3
Author: Stephanie Smith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le from By Hang Le Designs
 Release Date: September 3, 2015

Blurb
Is love really enough to put the past where it belongs?

Lana Washington chooses to hide. She hides from life. Hides from her abusive ex-husband. From the fact that everyone she loves eventually she loses, but when Lana’s house catches fire she is forced out of the predictable comfort her life has become.

Jake Weston had led a simple life, ever since he was called home from war for a family emergency four years ago, leaving only him and Hallie. Then one phone call throws his neatly-pieced world upside down.

Jake wasn’t supposed to be there. This wasn’t his problem. But as soon as those piercing green eyes focused in on him, he knew he was done for.

Can Jake hold onto his secret, all the while still holding onto Lana?

Will Lana be able to let go of the past and the hurt that binds her to her lonely existence?

Or will one small white lie ruin it all?

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Author Bio

Stephanie is a Happily Ever After addict.

Loving mushy romance, books, movies and music since she was young, and constantly daydreaming up stories and plots, Stephanie decided to put them on paper.

Living in South Australia with her own alpha male and two princesses she spends her days reading, writing and playing with the girls out on their property.



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Welcome J. L. Beck/ A Kingpin Love Affair


Title: A Kingpin Love Affair (The Complete Collection)
Author: J.L. Beck
Series: A Kingpin Love Affair
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Erotica Romance

Best Selling Author J.L. Beck brings you a book series where the love is scorching hot, and the danger is just as intense…

A collection of three best selling books which will be available for ONE month only. This boxed set contains a new release, with a never before seen novella written strictly as a gift for J.L. Beck fans. That’s FIVE books for less than a dollar!!

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Indebted
It was suppose to be a debt settled, just a price being repaid. 
Instead love was born … from unpaid dues it bloomed.
See, that’s the funny thing about love, you never expect it.

Inevitable
She was never part of the plan.
She was never to become anything.
She was simply a payment, and once the
debt was settled, she would be nothing to me. 


Invincible
FBI Agent Devon Mitchell is trying everything 
he can to move on with his life.
Except he can’t.
 After losing the one person he loved more
than life itself, he struggles to carry on with 
the guilt and burden of letting her go.

Injustice
I wasn’t a victim. I wasn’t prey to the monsters
that lurked in the dark — at least that’s what
I told myself. Trouble had found me, I was sold to
the mafia by my family. I was now property of the drug 
cartel ran by the Russian Mafia, and to be sold to the
highest bidder. What happened was never to be expected. 


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Welcome Cherise Sinclair/ Servicing the Target

A discharged Army Ranger, Ben considers his job as a BDSM club security guard to be an excellent hobby. He’s never been tempted to join in. But everything changes when the notorious Mistress Anne inadvertently reveals the caring heart concealed beneath her Domme armor.
Now, he’s set his sights on the beautiful Shadowlands Mistress. Maybe he’d considered himself vanilla, but she can put her stiletto on his chest any day, any time. He’ll trust her delicate hands to hold his heart. And if she wants to whip his ass on the way to an outstanding climax, he’s just fine with that too.
Sure, he knows she likes “pretty boy” slaves. And he’s older. Craggy and rough. And six-five. Minor hindrances. The mission is a go.

Excerpt: 

Ben had been to Anne’s house before—chauffeuring her and her friends to a bachelorette party last winter. As he walked around his car, he could see past her cottage-style house to the ocean beyond. How the fuck did she manage a beach house on a bounty hunter’s salary?
When he opened the passenger door, the interior light showed she was still asleep in the tipped-back seat. She’d miscalculated the effect of alcohol on pain pills, Z had said.
Her dark brown hair which she’d worn braided back in a severe style had come undone. The loose tendrils softened her aristocratic face. She wasn’t a small woman—maybe five-eight—but beautifully formed with small breasts, a tight rounded ass. A darkening bruise marred the sculptured beauty of her right cheekbone.
God fucking dammit, he’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
“Mistress Anne.” He unfastened her seatbelt. Hell, she wasn’t budging. With a grunt of exasperation, he opened the purse that Z had retrieved from her locker. Her house keys were clipped to the strap. “I hope you don’t have a dog, woman, or you’ll have a real short ride.” He set the purse in her lap and plucked her off the seat.
She was heavier than he expected. Undoubtedly had more muscles than the last lass he’d carried. He kicked the car door shut and carried her up to the cottage.
No dog. He walked through the foyer, took a guess, and headed up the stairs. An opened door showed the master bedroom—or would that be called the mistress bedroom? Using his elbow, he flipped on the overhead chandelier light.
Icy blue walls. A glass-fronted fireplace with an ornate mirror over the mantel. A canopied bed with a ruffled floral bedspread. A white couch with fancy legs in front of a wall of windows. All blue and white, like an airy summer garden, it was the most feminine room he’d ever seen.
She roused when he laid her on the bed, and damned if Ms. Feminine didn’t try to punch him.
The candle-shaped lights overhead provided crappy illumination—and hell, she probably only saw a hulking monster over her. He caught her delicate fist in his oversized palm. “Easy, Ma’am.”
Her finely arched brows drew together as she tried to sit up. He didn’t miss the way her hand grabbed her ribs. Damn foolish woman.
“It’s Ben. From the Shadowlands. I brought you home.”
“Ah, Ben.” She gingerly relaxed back on the mattress. “Thanks for the ride. Please tell Z I said so.”
“You’re welcome, Mistress Anne.” He shifted his weight, uncomfortable as hell. But the garment she wore seemed to be some combination of a corset and a dress. It had obvious ribbing and was way too tight. She couldn’t sleep in it. “Uh…you need to get out of that contraption.”
He was standing over her—one big ugly guy. She was flat on her back and totally unconcerned. “Do I now?”
The edge of warning in her voice made his cock stir.
“Yes, Ma’am.” The honorific came easily to his lips. She reminded him of the elegant captain of Marines in his first deployment. Always in control, and even when covered with blood and filth, still refined.
He smiled at her. “How about you order me to give you some help?”
Her snort of exasperation sounded like a kitten’s sneeze. “Benjamin, if a subbie tells me to order him to do something, then who’s in charge?”
“Got me there.” And damned if he was going to leave without getting her comfortable. “You going to punch me if I help you strip down?”
She eyed him. Her pupils were still smaller than normal, making her eyes even bluer. “I never realized how stubborn you were.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Her sigh held a note of exasperation. “Help me out of this, then.”
He reached for the front and realized her ribbed long dress had no buttons. Stalling, he moved down to unlace her thigh-high boots. When he pulled them off, he heard a sigh of relief.
Damn, her pretty legs had a sexy golden tan. High-arched feet. Her toenails were a pale pink with white stripes. Amazing what women did for fun. Her mutant black dress was next. Thinking to salvage her modesty, he picked up the frilly knitted throw from the foot of the bed and draped it over her lower legs.
Next. He’d have been more comfortable walking into a firefight.
Her fucking dress had toothpick-sized metal studs down the front that poked through metal grommets. Only way to get it off would be to stick his fingers inside and draw the edges together to release each fucking stud. Her breasts were in there. Jesus, he couldn’t do this.
Her lips curved up in a wicked smile. “Don’t stop now, Benjamin.”
“Having fun are we, Mistress?” he muttered and slid his big fingers inside the top.
“Mmmhmm.”
She was warm, her skin silky on the backs of his knuckles. And he was harder than a rock. The corset part of the dress came undone, catch by catch. But the tightness increased over her ribs, and when he pulled the edges together, she made a sound of pain.
He stopped. How the fuck could he do this if he hurt her? “Anne?”
“Go on.” Her hands were fisted, her fingernails digging into her palms. But her gaze was clear and level. “You’re right—I’d have had a hard time getting out of this. I’m not moving as well as I was earlier.”
“What kind of damage are we looking at?” His jaw was tight as he continued as ordered.
Prong after prong.
Although she controlled her face, she couldn’t control the involuntary flinches and tightening of her belly.
“Bruised ribs; nothing broken.” Her voice sounded strained, but finally he was past that section.
He undid the looser part over her lower stomach and worked his way…down. As he flipped the dress open, he tried not to look.
Bullshit, he totally looked. His gaze traveled from her thong-covered pussy, up a softly rounded belly, to her sweet, high breasts. Rosy-brown nipples perked up in the cool night air. Her scent was almost edible—like tangerines accompanied by the light musk of a female.
Act like the gentleman you weren’t raised as, Haugen. He drew the blanket over her.
Turning his gaze away—so he wouldn’t see how he hurt her—he slid an arm under her lower back. Shit, her skin there was soft as well. Carefully, he lifted her far enough to slide her dress out.
Now she wore only a thong and a blanket. The room was far too fucking warm. “Thank you, Ben. That feels much better.”
“I bet.” He dared greatly and moved the lower blanket to one side. Her right thigh had a bruise almost the width of his fist. He glanced at her, eyebrows raised. “Boot?” “The bail fugitive had an overly protective, big brother.”
What a fucking job. No wonder she came into the Shadowlands with bruises and gashes.
“Wouldn’t you rather do something…safer?”
Her blue gaze turned chill as the arctic north. “No.” “Sorry, Ma’am.”
“You do say that rather well, you know,” she murmured. She had a dimple in her cheek, one he hadn’t noticed until he’d seen her at Gabi’s bachelorette party.
“I do what?” He needed to leave or he was going to strip that blanket off her again. Find every bruise and kiss them all better.
Ma’am. I thought you were vanilla, Ben.”
“I am.” And if he’d been daydreaming about her setting a sharp stiletto on his chest, he’d keep those thoughts to himself. “Did a bit of military, is all.”
“Ah.” She eyed him slowly, still not quite returned to her usual frightening brilliance. “Can I pay you for the time and gas to bring me all the way out here?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He paused a second with a hope that Z never heard. He’d get his ass fired on the spot. “I think I deserve a kiss from the Mistress.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “You are just full of surprises tonight.”
Her husky voice always sounded like a morning after raw sex, but when it dropped to that throaty tone, he could see why men crawled on their knees in her wake.
He waited while she thought. He’d wait all night—fuck knew, looking at her wasn’t a chore.
Rather than answering, she held her arms up.
God loved him. He sat beside her hip, leaned down as she put her hands behind his neck.
More. He carefully slid a hand behind her shoulders. Her satin skin stretched over her smooth feminine muscles. He opened his other hand behind her head to enjoy the thick mass of silky fine hair. He was used to visual delights—she was a tactile symphony.
He lifted slightly, just enough to draw her against his chest, so he could enjoy the feel of her breasts against him.
Bless Z.
When he gazed down into her face, he could read her surprise at his daring, and then her eyes started to narrow. If he didn’t move, he’d lose his treat. So he bent his head and brushed his lips against hers.
Softness. Damned if he’d hurry. He settled his mouth over hers and walked empty-handed into the fire zone.
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USA Today Bestselling Author, Cherise Sinclair is renowned for writing heart-wrenching stories with laugh-out-loud dialogue, devastating Dominants, and absolutely sizzling sex. And did I mention the BDSM? Her awards range from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to a Goodreads BDSM group’s Best Author of the Year.
Cherise currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her beloved husband and writes full-time under the supervision of a merciless feline.
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Welcome Michel Prince/ One Last Sunset

He’d always been considered family, but when the youngest
Long grew up the last thing he saw was a sister.
  
“A story of family… a cowboy you can’t help but love.”-Randi
Alexander NYT & USA Today Best Selling Author

Sunshine Parker didn’t walk away from Tender Root, he ran. Joining the rodeo let his body be beaten by broncos for money, instead of his father for free. After an injury forces him to return to his hometown, he heads to the Long Ranch, the one place that’s always accepted him.


Melody Long is Long Ranch’s first cowgirl in a hundred years. With brothers and cousins always looming in the background, Melody had given up on dating long ago. Now back from college, she uncovers something even the Long name can’t protect her from.


Men who want to survive keep Melody at arms length. But Melody isn’t the bookworm Sunshine remembers growing up, and it’s hard to hide his new found lust. Will his desire cost him the only place he’s ever considered home?

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Meet Michel: 


Michel Prince is an author who graduated with a bachelor degree in History and Political Science.  


Michel writes new adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.


With characters yelling “It’s my turn damn it!!!” She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn.  She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.  


When Michel can suppress the voices in her head she can be found at a scouting event or cheering for her son in a variety of sports.  She would like to thank her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.


Michel has been awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press in 2013, the service award for her local RWA chapter Midwest Fiction Writers and is a Pro member of RWA.  She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, cat and new puppy. 


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Welcome Soraya Naomi/ Sins of a Bad Boy

Blurb Sins of a Bad Boy by Soraya Naomi

William Kade was a renowned fighter who fought hard and played dirty. He titillated all women and was rejected by none – he was an Original Bad Boy.
An orphan who came from nothing, William became a ruthless businessman who desired to build an empire from a gaming club and an illegal fight club with his best friend and mentor, Charles Lindon.
But when profits declined, Charles and William ventured into a new world and decided to open the first hardcore sex club in the U.S. More money was needed to expand their business; however, when debts of the gambling club weren’t being paid, they were forced to take drastic measures to secure a steady cash flow. Drastic measures that involved Ivy, a woman William already had unfinished business with. A woman that might be the only female that equally annoyed and intrigued him.
When William and Ivy start to play a game, the stakes become higher with each passing day until no one can find a sane way out anymore.

No one feels the depth of your pain, only your own heart.

A dark, erotic historical romance.
Book one of The Original Bad Boys series. All books in this series are standalones and can be read in random order.

From Soraya Naomi, Amazon Bestselling Author of the Mafia Romance, Chicago Syndicate series.


Excerpt
“I’m going to wash up,” William said as a servant took hold of Charles’s hat and cane.
“Down the hall, to your left, William,” Rutherford told him, then he turned to Charles, and they walked off to the front parlor.
William passed a few guests and dipped his chin in greeting before rounding the corner to the washroom. He came to a sudden stop when he heard a soft moan coming from a room to his right. The door was slightly ajar, and he tilted his head to peek inside. A smile tugged at his lips as he witnessed a woman in a lover’s embrace. The man’s large hands roamed over her sapphire skirt, down to her luscious ass while she whimpered softly. In turn, her hands found their way into his pockets. The man was murmuring to her, and she let out a low laugh. She had stunning curls in a reddish-brown color that flowed down her back as she arched into the passionate hold.
William knew his rectitude of conduct was considered debased and immoral, but all these people lived the same way; they just all did it in secret. Typical upper class behavior.
When he felt a presence creeping up behind him, he swiveled around just in time to confront the person. He caught a wrist and pressed Anne with her back against the opposite wall, quickly covering her mouth with his hand to prevent her from making a sound. Her eyes widened, but he could feel she was smiling when he pushed his leg between hers. He raised one eyebrow and put a finger to his lips, warning her to be quiet.
His thoughts were consumed by the lady in another man’s arms, who was now whispering something. Her voice held a smoky edge that made William wonder about her face, about who she was.
Anne started to wiggle against him, and William realized he practically forgot the woman he had up against the wall. Removing his hand, he softly stated, “There are people in there; let’s give them some privacy.”
He desperately wanted to avoid speaking with Anne because she was either going to come on to him again or pick a fight about the way he treated her after they had sex earlier in the day. He also didn’t need her mother catching them since he had fucked Mrs. Rutherford a couple of years ago. So he hurriedly released Anne and strode to the front parlor while ignoring her plea to stay and talk for a minute. He wasn’t worried in the least that she would discuss any of her afternoon activities with her father or other family members since nineteen year old Anne was supposed to be a shy, rule-abiding society girl. But Anne was always looking for sexual pleasure, and she got it from different guys at the fight club. Today was the one time William finally let her into his bed, and he regretted it since she wasn’t very memorable.
Entering the parlor, he sought out Charles, who was already seated next to Rutherford.
The entire meal, William was ignoring Anne and looking for a woman in a sapphire dress and auburn curls to walk in, but she never came. Just when he decided that she was probably still with the man in that room, the man crossed the threshold, looking decidedly unpleased – without her trailing behind him. A crease formed in William’s forehead because he couldn’t imagine where that particular guest would be during the dinner. Nonetheless, he tried to focus on the conversation around him.
After dinner, the men retreated to another room to smoke, which was apparently a British tradition, but William wasn’t one to put up with traditions and neither were some other Americans, so they joined the women in the ballroom where a huge chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling, illuminating the entire dance floor.
William snagged a glass of champagne from a passing footman’s tray and downed it in one gulp in time to deposit it on another, replacing it with a second drink. A smirk flitted across his face when he spotted the woman in the far corner. It must be her with those curls flowing magnificently to her lower back, the tips ending right above her ass – an ass he could sink his teeth into. Why he needed to see her face, he didn’t know or particularly care. Moving toward her, he noticed how she kept quiet and just observed the men around her.
And when she turned her head, William stopped dead in his tracks. Standing under the light of the chandelier, he saw that her hair had a deep reddish glow, a color he had certainly not seen before. She was quite young, not yet a woman. Her skin seemed so soft to the touch. And her face was one he was most likely never to forget. Her eyes were a vibrant blue and magnificently huge, made even more remarkable because of her reddish-brown, thick curls. Her high cheekbones and deliciously plump, pink lips caught his attention next. The lady had an air of innocence and arrogance that had his cock twitching in his pants. She was perusing the room with a perceptive expression and passed William, then she stopped and slowly looked back at him.
He kept his stare locked on her face. There was something familiar in her features.
Her eyes widened a touch when he started to move toward her little group.
“Gentlemen.” He shook hands and smiled at her – she didn’t return the favor.
They all greeted him and relayed him with questions about the gaming club. William answered them while stealing glances at the girl, who was starting to look for an escape.
Did she know William saw her and her lover in the room?
What really bothered him was why no one had introduced her to him.
When a heated political discussion regarding liquor ignited, William took his opportunity to talk to her.
She was standing right across from him now. She was neither short nor tall, but somewhere roughly in the middle. And she had a small dusting of freckles on her nose.
“I believe we haven’t been introduced, Miss…”
She arced a perfectly plucked brow but kept silent, leaving William at a loss for words – for the first time ever. She definitely knew he’d caught her in a lover’s embrace.
As he leisurely examined her, he realized she was indeed young and made a considerable effort to look older with makeup and a revealing, low cut dress, the swell of her small breasts absolutely enthralling to him. He took a sip of his drink and kept gawking at her over the rim of his glass since he was enjoying how uncomfortable his attention was making her.
“Stop staring at me,” she hissed, low enough for only William to hear.
A corner of his mouth slowly rose. “Why so shy?”
She straightened her back and ran her fingers through her hair, that air of arrogance surrounding her still, and William thought that perhaps she was one of Anne’s juvenile friends.
“Where were you during dinner?” he wanted to know.
Her lips trembled, and she glanced around anxiously.
Rudely, she spun around to leave, but William stopped her by the elbow and released her instantly.  
Then he slipped behind her, without touching, and leaned in close to her ear. “Off to another rendezvous?”
Her head turned, their lips almost touched, and she softly answered while gazing at his mouth, “No, we’re not all like you. At least I have the decency to find the privacy of a room.”
Finally, she admitted that she saw him too, probably when he had Anne pressed against the wall.
“Who are you?” he blurted, becoming slightly annoyed by her conceit.
She stepped away from him quickly and threw him a brash grin that he felt directly in his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
William was completely perplexed by this young girl, and all he could think to ask was, “How old are you?”
A tremor of shock went through her, yet she didn’t utter a word.
He added on a whisper, “I’ll find out anyway who you are.”
Without acknowledging his statement, she paced away briskly while the other men were oblivious to what had just transpired between the two of them.
And William smiled at her retreating form, promising himself to find out who this smug woman was.

About Author Soraya Naomi
I was born in South America in 1984 and raised in Europe where I presently reside with my fiancé.
I read many genres but favor intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don’t secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
I have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.
My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
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Welcome Tracy Kincaid/ Changing Lives

Changing Lives

by Tracy Kincaid

~~COMING JULY 20th~~

What if love-at-first-sight was not the “first-sight” after all?

Natalie Star is a modern woman, with modern sensibilities. Practical and realistic, she finds herself falling for a man named Thomas Andrews. Thomas is a perfect gentleman, but his love for her seems to be old, solid, staid—the kind that grows after years of love and life together. He speaks in riddles when she asks why he seems to know her so well—they were together in a time she can’t remember yet.

Thomas longs to tell Natalie everything he knows about her, about them. But it’s time that is the problem yet. There is a tragedy that they must endure before she can fully accept who they are, and why they are destined to be together. A tragedy that Thomas has been through once, and will go through again to find the piece of his heart that has been missing all these many years.

That tragedy is the Titanic…

Coming July 20th!

Welcome J.L Back/ Injustice

Sexy beautiful couple posing together, naked. Conceptual photo of love.

Sexy beautiful couple posing together, naked. Conceptual photo of love.

“You’re not her hero, you’re her darkness.”
A
complete series with over 400,000 words, and over 200 chapters.
-Warning
this book series contains graphic violence, explict sex scenes, and dubious
content. Not for those under the age of 18.
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SYNOPSIS:

Adriano Montesi’s life has always revolved
around women, his family, and the Chicago Syndicate. As a Capo and Luca
DeMiliano’s right hand man, he’s one of the four highest ranking men in the
organization, and he’s fought many to maintain his position.

Adriano’s current assignment is locating Camilla
Guillermo, the one woman who’s captured his attention beyond a simple fuck. He
and Cam have a history together that no one knows about, and now that she’s
disappeared, he’s eager to find her and discover her sordid past. What might
seem like a routine mission has become an obsession for Adriano.

Italian beauty, Camilla Guillermo, is lost and
alone in the world. Running away from a past that haunts her and the man that
deceived her. But wherever she goes, Adriano is always with her, always in her
thoughts.

Out of money and out of options, Cam has no
place to turn but back to the Loop, back to the one place she wants to avoid.

When Adriano finds Camilla, everything between
them will change. No matter how much they are drawn to each other, Cam is now
off limits by boss’s orders. And in the Chicago Syndicate, you don’t defy the
boss’s orders unless you’re prepared to live with the consequences.
A romantic suspense.

A dark romance.
 
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For Adriano
(Chicago Syndicate, #3) by Soraya Naomi
 
Excerpt: Adriano’s point of view
 
As I climb the stairs to the strip club of the
Syndicate’s three-story headquarters, located alongside the North Shore of
Chicago’s suburbs, I already recognize voices coming from the room at the end
of the hall.
I’m greeted by Luca and James, who are in the middle
of the room beside the rounded burgundy sofa. I nod to both of them and fix my
focus on the unknown woman with an attractive bob standing next to James. I’m
usually not a fan of women with short hair, but who is this delectable creature?
James takes his cue to introduce us. “Adriano, meet
Camilla. She’ll be working here at the club from now on.”
Why did he suddenly
hire someone new? We’re not understaffed.
I can’t help but stare at her. My god, her legs go on
forever; she’s almost as tall as I am, and I’m over six feet. I inspect her
body slowly, like no one is watching, and when I reach her face, I’m pleasantly
stunned that she’s challenging me with an arc of her perfectly shaped eyebrow.
Her eyes are deep brown, heavily lashed, and slightly tilted up at the corners.
Her cheeks are delicately boned. She looks absolutely appetizing in a tight,
black knee-length dress. Sexy, yet not too revealing. In other words, she’s
smokin’ hot!
“Camilla, nice to meet you.” I go old-school, take her
hand in mine, and kiss her knuckles.
Luca hides an eye-roll, but I catch it and grin.
“Adriano,” she says huskily.
Her voice is hoarse. Hoarse in the sexiest way I’ve
ever encountered. I didn’t expect that sensual voice to accompany this striking
woman who smells like vanilla. With her, my obsession with vanilla ignited.
“Welcome to our little establishment.” Then I address
James while holding on to her hand, “What will she be doing here?”
“Bartending,” James answers.
“Then I better show her the ropes.” I let the pad of
my thumb swirl over her fingers, and she shivers noticeably; she’s not immune
to my charms.
And I guide this interesting woman to the bar, which
is a stainless steel and black granite area that’s open at each end and set up
like a juice bar.
She speaks before we step behind it. “I can make
drinks.”
Her simple statement has me confused.
“You look like you don’t believe I can tend the bar,”
she elaborates.
Oh no, sweetheart, I’m
not doubting your qualifications. I’m just staggered by the sex vibes you’re
throwing around with that voice and those gorgeous lean legs.
I smirk while extending my hand, inviting her behind
the bar. “No, I believe you.”
That was the first night I tried to get Cam into my
bed. I failed that night and for over three months after and almost gave up my
chase, but it was too much fun to try to capture her. I don’t even think she liked me at first.

 

 

 
 
 
About
Author Soraya Naomi
 
I
was born in South America in 1984 and raised in Europe where I presently reside
with my fiancé.
 
I
read many genres but favor intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels
where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also
adore forbidden love tales and have an odd fascination with kidnapping
romances. No, I don’t secretly want to be kidnapped, though!
 
I
have a passionate obsession with the written word and indulge in chocolate
pastries much too often.
 
My
debut novel For Fallon (Chicago
Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014. I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout Novel
2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
 
 
AUTHOR MEDIA LINKS
 
AMAZON AUTHOR – http://tinyurl.com/jwadol3
 
 
 

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Indebted
It was suppose to be a debt settled, just a price being repaid. 
Instead love was born … from unpaid dues it bloomed.
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Inevitable
She was never part of the plan.
She was never to become anything.
She was simply a payment, and once the
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Invincible
FBI Agent Devon Mitchell is trying everything 
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 After losing the one person he loved more
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I wasn’t a victim. I wasn’t prey to the monsters
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