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At a secret masked ball at Yale, Naomi Costa is literally swept off her stiletto-blistered feet by a man with a killer jawline, a perfect body, and an even-better kiss. They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex.                                                                                                                                                                     The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs.                                                                                                                                                 They can’t stay away from each other. They're either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

   If they're found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She'll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.

And they will be found out, yes they will.

So what the hell are they going to do? 

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To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised.

Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor.

 

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ONE: 

I need to drink whiskey from that belly button. Screw every other idea I've ever had. Jack Daniels. Belly button. Naomi. That’s the only fucking philosophical logic I will ever need.

She’s still on the heels of her orgasm, and I want to leave her there just like she is, but I have to take her with me. I have to keep her close. I hook my head under her bound wrists and take her off the bed to bring her with me as we kiss—because I cannot stop kissing her, will not stop kissing her. With my hand behind me, I fling open the minibar and fumble around blind. Chips, nuts, pretzels, what is that, a roll of Mentos?

Jack Daniels, where the hell are you?

Grabbing what feels like the right little bottle, I turn to look down. Gin. I toss it towards the desk. Second try, and bingo. I've got it.

But I’m going to have to let go of her to open this damned bottle. Proof that the world is an unfair and unkind place. It’ll have to be done. I let go of her face, and it makes her moan, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she grips onto the back of my neck with my tie and hangs on even tighter through the kiss.

As I crack the lid, her eyes widen, inches from mine. I feel her cheeks rise as she smiles. With one last dip into her mouth, I force myself to break the kiss, ducking down to get my head out from under her bound arms.

We stand there staring at one another for an instant. Her pupils dilate, and that’s when I press her to the bed. “Hope you’re not ticklish.”

Even as she lands with a cushy thunk on the mattress, she’s giving me that all-trouble smile. She scoots back towards the pillows, her long black hair a gorgeous tangle behind her, the same color as my tie. There’s a tan line at her stomach, and it’s killing me.

“So ticklish. But I can take it.”

        I lie down at a right angle to her body, with my cheek to her stomach. I can smell her wetness in the air and on my fingers.

        “Ready?” I ask. I sink my cheek deeper into her skin. God, this skin. God damn, this superfine skin. I tip the bottle towards her stomach.

“Ready,” she says. I feel her whole body quiver. The ticklish before the tickle is the agony of agonies.

When the whiskey hits her, she grips my hair tight. For one second, I resist all temptation: I watch it all unfold. The whiskey shivers, her body shivers, and then the shivers come out as a jagged gasp.

I lick it off, and she squirms and sucks air through her teeth. I suck it from her and growl into her body. Her feet hook around my calves. I move to her nipples, dribble on a few drops and smear them around with my tongue. I move to that perfect little depression at the base of her neck. Straight-up Naomi. Fucking heaven. Her skin, that hair, her sounds, the way her body moves under my mouth? Lemonade, when it’s too hot for anything else? I can still feel my first orgasm deep in my cock, but I’m hard again. She’s not only wrecked all my philosophies. She’s turned me into a goddamned teenager.

        I grab a condom, from my wallet this time, and tear it open. “We’re going to need more of these.”

        But she shakes her head into the pillows. She holds my stare as she slides her hands all over her body, red polish on porcelain. “Put it here. Put it everywhere.”

Christ. It’s official. I've been pussywhipped in record time.

And I don’t even know her last name.

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Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.

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Too Hot to Handle by Susan Arden Blog Tour & Giveaway

A random hookup too hot to handle? Never say never. 

In a grueling game of cat-n-mouse with her step-uncle, it’s Margo’s move. 

On the run, she does a body slide right into the arms of a recently discharged Marine. Outside of a crazy fling, there is zero room in her life for men. Distractions are dangerous to her health.

From working a fence line and dealing with cattle, Rod McLemore is thrust back into the line of duty. And he promptly fails. He crosses the line in a no-brainer mission: go and get the girl. On no hands is he prepared for Margo or her smart-mouth, right hook, and cargo to hide. 

Margo and Rod are as volatile as flint and gunpowder. Bordering on taboo, their raw attraction is a recipe for disaster. Especially when the stakes are raised.

Their stormy love affair forces them over the edge and out of their comfort zones as they wrangle in-laws, Mother Nature, and a slick conman. A regular trial by fire. But a battle worth fighting means taking a stand and they'll do whatever it takes to stay together. Even if it means they have to lie, cheat, steal.
Or kill.

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Margo Santero.
Riding in a rodeo with a pack of adrenaline-hyped cowboys isn't what it was cracked up to be. On the run since my mom died, I found out the hard way everyone has a price. And trust is a commodity. This isn't the lifestyle I want, but neither is the demented offer my step-uncle tosses my way. He ups the ante, threatening my horse, forcing me to bolt. One day I'll fix Axel for good. For now, I've gotta a run.

Rod McLemore.
She stormed into my life. A beautiful hurricane with dark secrets, blinding curves, and a smart-mouth I should kiss into submission. She's on the run and needs my help. Not that she listens. But if it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to make her mine. Even if it means I have to lie, cheat, deal with her horse from hell...
Or get out my M9. Won't be the first time I’ve pulled the trigger.

STORM WARNING: This is a seismic erotic romance, detailing a barely-legal runaway and a dirty-talking McLemore. If a fiercely protective aka alpha-male cowboy lights your fire, then you've come to the right ranch.

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“Princess,” Axel’s viper voice whispered behind me, and I swung around as pinpricks of fear tattooed my skin.

With his slicked-back hair perfectly in place, he strolled out of the shadows, wearing a sneer. He lifted his hands encased in black leather gloves and shoved me back against the wall.

I clenched my jaw. No one was around and under his glare I fought to control my breathing. “Stop touching me,” I said hoarsely.

“Or what?” He cocked his head to the side and traced my cheek with a playing card.

“How about this?” Lurching forward, I went to rake the smirk off his face, but he caught and wrested my wrist down.

Up against me, Axel jabbed the card into my cheek, but I refused to cry out in pain. His pale skin glistened from sweat as cruelty flashed in his flat dark eyes. “Do you need a reminder of who calls the shots?” He tried to kiss me, but I turned my face to the side in disgust.

“Get off me,” I growled.

He didn’t relent and I couldn’t move him. In his mid-forties but unlike most men his age who sat in an office, he spent time boxing in a gym. And not just to keep in shape. He enjoyed pulverizing his opponents in an aggressive steroid induced rage—his sick little secret.

“Princess, you’ve got one more race. If you fail to win the championship, then I’ll foreclose on your father’s farm. Is that what you really want?” Axel dropped my wrist and the card abruptly. His hands moved to my neck as I stared, horror-struck by his latest threat. “Answer me, Margo.”

The pressure of his fingers increased around my neck, making it hard to breathe.

“No.” One word and it was all I could get out.

“Nate’s misfortune could disappear. I’ll cancel his debt—tonight. Set you up in an apartment. Ever been to Chicago?”

I knew what Axel desired. My defeat. My submission. He wanted to break me. Other riders and even arena workers had made the mistake of thinking his hot rods, hotel rooms, and shitty promises meant something. That something translated to agony revisited for days on end where girls wound up in the hospital with serious injuries like broken jaws or fractured ribs, or worse. They went missing. And no one talked or made a stink.

“Where are the clowns?” A handler yelled and Apollo nickered.

“Uh-oh,” I said, “Someone’s looking for you.”

Axel stared back at me. Or really at my chest. Leaning closer, he cursed and his hands started to shake as he held my head against the stable wall. “I can do anything I want to you. Right here and that old man you hang out with won’t raise a hand to help you. He’d watch, princess. You have no idea who you’re mouthing off to, but you’re going to find out. That horse of yours is a beauty. Same as you. But he can’t suck my cock can he?”

“You’re sick.”

“Say that now.” Releasing me, Axel laughed darkly. “But I’ll have you down on your knees the next time we meet if you don’t get your tits in line.”

“Stop threatening me.” I crossed my arms over my chest to escape his sickening leer.

“Then don’t disappoint me. I’d hate for Apollo’s leg to get busted. As insurance…”

~

NOTE:

Mia is marrying Brandon McLemore. They are the couple from Collared By The Cowboy, Bad Boys #5. The best-selling red-hot romance, ranked #1 for humorous erotica, suspense, BDSM, and Western erotica.

Cade is the next bad boy hero in the series in Love You Harder, scheduled to release Spring 2016

Diversity in life is important to Susan. So much she obtained an MS Ed in TESOL. But the universe had other plans. From a classroom, she fell into a world filled with romance. Both real and fiction. Married the man standing behind her at Starbucks in Nashville. Yep, never can tell what life has in store. So if you doubt dreams can come true, ask her about how in falling she found the courage to jump and a pair of writer wings. She and her husband support several charity organizations including RAINN.org, Semper Fi Fund, Diversity In Books, and a robotics program for children. 

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The Quarter Change by Kiarra M. Taylor Release Blitz & Giveaway

The-Quar-ter- Change: 

/T͟Hē, ˈkwôrdər, CHānj/

Noun

A drastic personality change brought on by a person’s upcoming twenty-fifth birthday and the realization that they have been EXISTING for a quarter of a century but not LIVING.

Kimbella Tyler is done floating through life…

She’s turning twenty-five in a few weeks, and even though she’s in the prime of her life, living by the motto “Keep head down or in a book” hasn’t exactly been fun. Sick of hanging in the background of life, Kimbella embarks on a mission to leave her introverted ways in the past and live by a new motto—“Liquor. Lust. Living.”. The first step in her mission is to change her surroundings. Armed with her “Quarter List” full of fun local attractions and wild, adventurous things that she was always too introverted to do, Kimbella heads to California for two weeks of no holds barred fun. 

An unlisted attraction…

Kimbella’s carefully laid plans are interrupted when she meets the crazy sexy Dr. Roman Tanzman and he attaches himself to her at the hip. Rolling with the punches for once in her life, Kimbella takes Roman along as she goes on the adventure of a lifetime—well the adventure of a quarter of a lifetime.

Liquor. Lust. Love…?

Kimbella's new life is one she’s always dreamed about; filled with hot nights with Roman, endless fancy dinners and dancing and no shortage of liquor. But with Kimbella pretending to be a bold, outgoing and sexually forward woman, and Roman pretending to be a carefree guy who isn’t going through the most trying time of his life, their facades have the potential to be their very undoing. Liquor and lust were part of the plan—love certainly wasn’t.

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He stared down at me with an impassive expression before asking, “You following me, Ms. Tyler?”

I craned my neck back and looked up at him; the sun was at his back and the light billowed out all around him, making him look like the angel of temptation.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” I finally replied.

Any earlier anger I felt toward him was gone, and seeing him here now seemed like a sign. I was looking for a fun fling out here in Cali, and it was practically being hand-delivered to me courtesy of the sex-gods.

He took off his sunglasses and stared down at me with hazel eyes that were shrouded by long, dark, thick eyelashes. “I live here. Right in the next courtyard, in fact, so it would be kind of hard for me to be following you,” he chuckled lightly.

He lived here? This was getting more convenient by the minute. I bit back a smile, and instead of answering him, I pushed off the ledge and waded back out into the middle of the pool.

“You coming in?” I asked casually.

His lips twitched. “Actually, I’m liking the view from here just fine.”

I blushed and looked down at my body, which was distorted by the gently moving water, before reaching down and slapping the water and causing it to splash all over him.

He tried to step back but was too late as his shirt and trunks got soaked.

I couldn’t help it; I burst into laughter as he looked at me and struggled to keep a straight face.

“I see what this is. You wanted to find me and wreak vengeance on me for spilling coffee on you, is that it?” he asked playfully.

I sobered. “Vengeance? No. Actually, I think I’d just like to have sex with you.”

The minute the words left my lips, my eyes widened in shock and I clapped my hand over my turncoat of a mouth.

As I was contemplating just letting myself float to the bottom of the pool and drown, I heard him let out a loud bark of laughter.

“Come again?” he asked through his laughter.

I let out a frustrated huff of air. This was so not going the way I wanted it to. But if I was going to salvage my trip and set the pace for the next fourteen days, I needed to make Roman and myself believe that I was a fun, hot, carefree soon-to-be twenty-five-year-old woman.

Squaring my shoulders, I said, “You heard me. I’d like to have sex with you.”

He stopped laughing and looked at me, amused.

“So that’s the type of woman you are then?” he asked.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance as I said, “Today it is.”

He pursed his lips. “Hmm,” he said as if he didn’t quite believe me. “Well…let’s go then.”

I turned my head so he wouldn’t see my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. I hadn’t expected him to agree so easily and so soon to my little proposition.

Turning, I looked back over at him and spotted the look on his face. He was calling my bluff, daring me to backpedal and change my mind.

Kiarra M. Taylor is a Pittsburgh native and current resident. She is a mother to a handsome son as well as a beautiful daughter. A lifelong bookworm, Kiarra began writing in the fifth grade and hasn’t stopped since. With so many genres out there she doesn’t limit herself to writing in just one and aims to write across genres. Her interests in books vary as does as her interest in music; she literally likes it all. Some of Kiarra’s favorite authors are; J.K. Rowling, Sylvia Day, Tiffany Snow, Jane Austen, Maya Angelou, Mary Monroe and ML Rodriguez.

Aside from reading Kiarra has a passion for all things Criminal Justice and currently holds several higher education degrees including a Master of Science in Criminal Justice Administration.

When Kiarra isn’t transferring fictional worlds from the dredges of her mind to her laptop, you can find her nose-deep in a book or spending time with her children.

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