Tuesday, March 20, 2018

WITHOUT RESERVATION #MMF is only #99cents! #SpringFling #boxedset Win a $10 Amazon GC! #romancebooks

Spring Fling

A romance collection

Winter is fading into the distance and the season of love is upon us.

With desires building, passion explodes in this collection of steamy and must-read romances.

Come and join us, won’t you? Spring is in the air…

Featured Stories:
Bossy Boots by Nicole Morgan
Hero by Stacy-Deanne
Inner Girl Rising by Jan Springer
An Unexpected Twist by Krista Ames
Love Potion by Cara Marsi
Fiery Kisses by Khardine Gray
Mister Write Now by Nikky Kaye
The Millionaire by Lisa Marbly-Warir
Why Not by Dana Kenzi
Without Reservation by Lynn Burke
Tempting Asher by Ja’Nese Dixon

Without Reservation
Sandy Ridge #1
by Lynn Burke
MMF Contemporary Romance

 Art studio vandalized and her mother in a fresh grave, Meg Winters heads off on vacation with her two best friends. She hopes for peace from her grief and the return of her muse. She doesn’t expect to run into the two men she idolizes, Trevor and Jack, the secretive wonders of the art world whose work she’s long admired. She certainly doesn’t expect them to be sex-on-legs gorgeous and determined to fulfill her number one sexual fantasy. They not only awaken her slumbering body, but also her creativity and the life she used to wield with her brushes. 

However, Meg carries a secret of her own which holds her back from surrendering herself fully to their desires. Will Trevor and Jack be able to overcome her reservations, or will the truth of her past ruin their chance for love? 

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Meg’s feet moved on their own accord, turning her around. She grabbed her pen flashlight and the throw off the foot of her bed to cover her nakedness, slipped on her flip flops, and made her way silently out of her room and toward the back door. It closed with a click behind her.

Heart racing and the inside of her lip between her lower lip, she picked her way through the blueberry bushes, her gaze flitting to the lit bedroom window. The floodlight flared to life as she stepped up onto their patio.

Their back door opened before she reached it, and she pulled up short.

Jack stood in the doorway, shirtless, his jeans slung low on his hips.

The silence rang in Meg’s ears as energy crackled between the short distance separating them.

“Just one night,” she finally whispered, her need moving her forward.

Jack opened the door wide and stepped back, his hazel eyes glued to her while holding his hand out.

She slipped her hand into his while crossing the threshold, and he tugged her forward into his arms. Jack’s full lips swiped across hers, slow and completely knee-weakening. The flashlight clanked as it fell to the floor beside them. Meg sagged against his hard chest and grasped at his back with her free hand, her hold on the throw covering her slipping enough it fell from her shoulders.

He licked the seam of her lips, and Meg opened with a sigh.

A groan sounded from beside them, but Meg was lost to the taste of Jack’s sweetness, inhaling his exhales as their tongues sought the other’s taste.

The door clicked shut behind Meg, and Trevor pressed against her back, his lips finding her neck, his hands grasping the flare of her hips, keeping the slipping throw from swishing to the ground and leaving her naked.

Jack’s hands tangled in her hair, angling her head to deepen their kiss.

Wetness coated her thighs, and she wiggled between the two hard bodies, needing to find the release she’d been riding the edge of since making her decision to give in.

“I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you,” Trevor whispered against her ear, tugging the blanket from around her.

Jack released her lips and tilted his forehead against hers. “God, yes.” He grabbed her ass and picked her up, and Meg wrapped her legs around his waist, her soaked core settling against the hard ridge inside his jeans.

Face buried in Jack’s neck, breathing in the woodsy remnants of his cologne, Meg gave over to the shivers of nerves pebbling her skin and sending tremors through her body. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered against his skin. “Don’t worry.” Jack strode across the living room and toward the hallway leading to the bedroom. “We’ll take good care of you. Promise.”


Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. 


Thursday, March 15, 2018

HOTNESS ALERT! Check out the face of Kerri Lake's INTREPID! *lickscreen*


Today we have the gorgeous cover reveal for Keri Lake’s INTREPID. We are so excited to share this cover with you—check it out and pre-order your copy today!



Title: Intrepid

Author: Keri Lake

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 10th


About Intrepid: 

Nearly ten years have passed since the night I was captured. Tricked and betrayed, I suffered the hours of brutal torment with death’s cold whisper across my skin. And when the nameless faces that haunted my nightmares took everything and everyone I loved, I feared I’d never be free of the darkness.
But that's the thing about fear.  Over time, it breeds anger, and when anger fills the box, vengeance bleeds out.
It's been almost a decade since I escaped their hell, staying in the shadows, hiding my demons, and God help them now that I've tasted retribution and crave more of it. 
Blood is the price for pain, and I vow to take everything and everyone they love.  I’m no longer a frightened boy, but the intrepid vigilante, a ruthless executioner, who will stop at nothing to punish the depraved few that stole my life and walked free. 
The plan is perfect, except for her.  The one woman I'm forbidden to have, whose soothing touch settles my fractured mind.  My angel of mercy sent to silence the voices. Yet, not even she can save me from the black void wherein my skeletons lie buried beneath the truth. Because in order to feed my thirst for revenge, I have to destroy the very thing that gives me purpose.
Tooth for a tooth, heart for a heart.


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The stranger stepped into my view, his hand outstretched.  “So you did it.”
In spite of the ache in my back, I allowed him to pull me up to a stand.
The echo of pain lingered in my ankle, knocking me back a step, but he yanked tight, and wrapped his hand around my waist to steady me.
“You need me to carry you?”
“No.  This is humiliating enough.  I’ll suffer the walk, thanks.”
We rounded the building—ungracefully hobbled, in my case—to find a fire truck, police cars, and a crowd of people corralled together. 
Though, that didn’t shock me quite as much as seeing the long, sturdy-looking fire escape snaking down the side of the building.  
“You said there wasn’t a fire escape!  Why did you lie?”
He shot a glance over his shoulder, but kept on down the side street.  “You said you couldn’t climb down the chimney.  You lied, too.”
“I had no choice!  I could’ve died up there!”
“Everyone has a choice.  So, how does it feel?”
“How does what feel?” I hissed, and at a sharp throb along my shin, I winced.
“To conquer your fear.”
I paused, dumbfounded, and looked back to the building and the chimney I’d just climbed down.  Ninety feet high inside a cramped space.  Something I wouldn’t have willingly done, had someone paid me.
“Offer’s still there, if you want a ride home.”  Twisting around to face me, he walked backwards, sliding a pair of gloves onto his hands. “Or you can wait for your Uber.  Your choice.”
“I don’t even know your name.”  
“I’m Sera.  As in Serafina.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Rearing back, I frowned, folding my arms as I followed after him.  “Um.  How?”
“Bea!  Simone!  It’s Sera!  Wait for me!”  His hands waved dramatically in the air, mocking me.
Biting the inside of my cheek stifled the urge to laugh.  “Right.”
“So, Serafina.  Named after the angels.”  He came to a stop in front of a sleek black motorcycle hidden in the brush, and handed me a helmet he pulled from somewhere on the other side of it.  
“What are you, a religion major?”
He smirked and looked past me for a moment, as if checking to make sure no one had followed us.
Paranoid, I checked, too, before shifting my attention back to the impressive machinery standing before me.  “I’ve never been on a bike before.”
Lips screwed to a wry smile, he mounted the bike and jerked his head for me to get on behind him.  “Well, this night just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it, Sera?” 


About Keri Lake:

Keri Lake is a dark romance writer who specializes in demon wrangling, vengeance dealing and wicked twists. Her stories are gritty, with antiheroes that walk the line of good and bad, and feisty heroines who bring them to their knees. When not penning books, she enjoys spending time with her husband, daughters, and their rebellious Labrador (who doesn’t retrieve a damn thing). She runs on strong coffee and alternative music, loves a good red wine, and has a slight addiction to dark chocolate.

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