Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Title: His Dark Canvas
Series: A Corde Noire Novel
Author: Alexandrea Weis Genre: Dark Erotica Release Date: August 29, 2016
Ella Winston is a talented chef with a problem--the slightest touch can reveal anyone’s darkest secrets. 
Hired to cook for the artist, Ren Plancharde, she struggles to keep her ability under wraps. 
After accidently uncovering Ren’s underground activities, the eccentric painter offers Ella a glimpse into his world of pleasure and pain. Intrigued, he decides to make Ella a part of his sinister Corde Noire Society, but his chef isn’t quite ready to commit. 
Absolute submission isn’t all Ren wants from the stubborn woman. He has big plans for her gift, too. The only question is … will Ella be willing to give in to his desires when the time comes?
The darkness within can hide a lifetime of secrets.
"5 paint me stars! Another great book in the series... I'm still fanning myself!" ~5 Star Review by Melissa at Alpha Book Club
"This series is outstanding!! I absolutely love this series and this book in particular." ~5 Star Review by Kathy on Goodreads
"His Dark Canvas was an EXCELLENT read! ... Full of hidden desires, food and paint! Oh and sex!" ~5 Star Review by Ashley on Goodreads

Through the haze of her apple martinis, Ella spotted someone across the wide dining room. He was different from the other patrons there to celebrate the restaurant’s two-year anniversary. With an arrogant walk, he strutted across the stone floor. Lean, muscular, and blessed with one of those bodies women would always notice, he had dark blond hair and disquieting dark green eyes. He was the kind of guy who knew he was good-looking and let everyone else know it, too. She wasn’t usually attracted to that type, but this man—his confidence intrigued her.
“You’re Ella, Ella Winston,” he said in a voice like dark chocolate fondue: deep, and wickedly sexy.
“Yeah.” She almost dropped her drink. “I’m the sous chef.”
“I know. Marcus told me.”
As his smile sank to the depths of her belly, he extended his hand, but Ella ignored it.
Don’t touch him. You know what happens when you touch them.
“So, how do you know Marcus?” Ella quickly asked, hoping to make up for her rudeness.
He laughed, looking her over. Above the din in the room, she could sense something different about his laugh. Unlike the insincere chortle of others, this man’s laugh got to her. She was having an unusual physical reaction, something that never happened to her. When most men laughed, Ella usually ran away.
“Marcus and I share the same friends.”
“What friends are those?” she asked, craving another martini.
“The wealthy kind, who like to support the arts.” He raised a green bottle of sparkling water in his hand. “I’m a painter. Marcus and I know a lot of people who like to pretend they’re patrons and keep us gainfully employed.”
“Painter?” Ella shrugged, finding it hard to believe Marcus knew any painters. “What do you paint?”
“Portraits of women. Usually with very little clothing.”
Oh yeah, I need another drink. “Is that lucrative?”
“For me it is.”
Her eyes wandered around the dining room, desperate to find a rescue. Ella needed to get away from this man before she said or did something really stupid.
“Do you like art?” he pressed.
“Some art. I think it would depend on the passion I see in a painting.”
“The passion in a painting?” That laugh again. Her toes tingled. Not good. “You sound like a painter, Ms. Winston.”
The martini glass in her hand suddenly weighed a ton. “Isn’t painting a passion for an artist, like cooking is a passion for a chef? Having a passion is a healthy thing. It reminds us that we have a soul.”
He nodded, seemingly approving of her drunken ramblings. “That’s very profound and also very true. I think you have a lot of talents yet to be discovered, Ella. May I call you Ella?”
“Ah, sure. Ella is fine.” Her mouth went dry. “What makes you think I have any talents outside of cooking?”
“I have a sense for these things.”
She tensed. Can he tell? The same thought always haunted her when she met new people. Ella fought so hard to keep her secret under control. Time to make a run for it.
“Don’t let Marcus know I have other talents. He’ll probably fire me.”
She was about to depart when he stopped her. He leaned in, and she could just make out the small cleft in his pointy chin. “I promise, if you ever need a job, I’ll hire you.”
His mouth was so close she could have kissed his perfect, thin lips. Frightened by the notion, Ella backed away. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“I hope you do, Ella.”
She should have done a million different things: asked his name, gotten his phone number, or stayed to flirt with him some more. Instead, Ella walked away. She figured it was one of those moments in life she would live to regret. Fortunately, Ella found the bar and drowned her disappointment in another apple martini.
Ella reasoned that was the way of it. You meet people and move on, and one day, if you’re lucky, you meet the interesting ones again.
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. Her work has been critically acclaimed and has been continually growing in popularity. 
Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehaber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.

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Monday, August 29, 2016

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Title: Two Can Play
Series: Alpha Chat Book #2
Authors: Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 22
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  Synopsis
Alphachat.com – That’s all the info you need to get off in the privacy of your own room, office or hell… even in a public fucking pool.
Whatever gets you wet.
Lynx brought me into the Alpha House because he knows I can give the women what they want.
They want to see me take my pants off, so I give them a big fucking surprise. They want to see me stroke myself, so I do it with both hands, giving them the show of their lives.
It’s been fun and games for the last few months and money is flowing in faster than I can count it. Anyone I want, my fine ass can get.
Until Karma walks into the Alpha House and changes the damn game.
She wants to play hard to get and pretend that she doesn’t want me every damn day.
Well… She’s about to find out that Two Can Play.

Blaze is a fine piece of a**!! That's easy to say lol. I loved the first book in this series and while I want sure at first if I would like this one, I started out with high hopes.

Blaze and Karma together are awesome!! Their chemistry is off the charts. From book one we saw a little of it but in this one...whoa!! It's fan your face hot!!! I really enjoyed the drama and small bit of danger included. Great book, great characters... Especially Blaze's brother (twin)... I absolutely cannot wait to read more!! Four stars!!!


Chapter Two

Blaze

THE DRESS SHE’S WEARING SHOWS off some tattoos I've not seen before and my dick instantly twitches at the thought of seeing what else she has underneath the red material that barely covers her gorgeous body.  Fuck.  Her tits are perfect and now my eyes are glued to her every move, not wanting to miss a damn thing.  That woman has my undivided attention in a room full of pussy and that is something that never happens.
The sound of Levi clearing his throat reminds me that I'm holding the mic.  "MmmHmmm, okay guys, pick your prey, let’s get this night started.  I already know who I'm going after."
Hands go up all over the room and block my view of Karma.  She moves to the far corner and I finally catch her eyes looking toward us.  I can see her vibrant red hair hanging over one bare inked up shoulder and before I know it, I can feel myself moving toward her.
Women rub their hands across my chest and stomach as I walk through the crowd, my eyes never leaving her.  One even grabs my dick and I just pull her hands from me and keep moving.  Karma's not looking at me at all, she's actually looking down at her phone typing something as I approach.  Just knowing she has no idea that she's my next victim excites me.  The element of surprise should always be in my favor, it's something I love to do.  I have to keep them guessing and never let them think they know what to expect from me.
"You came to see me?"  My words pull her attention from her phone and I watch her take me in starting at my cock, then slowly moving all the way up to my grinning mouth before she looks at my tie around my head and smiles.
"Who's to say I'm not here for one of the other guys?  There are plenty to choose from.  I mean, I have been up close and personal with all of you."  Her confidence radiates in her tone before she takes one step away from me just as the music begins.  Yes, she has been up close to all of us.  She's the artist who pierced every single one of the dicks in this house.  The guys became insane and decided they like torture and pain and called her to do the honors.  She had me stupid from the very moment I looked over the rail and saw her.
On cue, I slide off the tie and hold it tightly in my grip.  I move forward on her, pushing her back against the wall and sliding my body over hers before she has time to resist.
I grind my hips forward and raise both of her arms above her head, holding them tightly.  Our eyes meet and she exhales against my cheek when I thrust up against her.
Holding both wrists in the grip of my right hand, I let the tie dangle down our arms and continue to stare into her bright blue eyes.
Looking into a woman like this for a long time is something I love to do.  There's just something raw about it and I've never met a woman who can stare at me long enough to make me look away first.  Call it a challenge at this point, but honestly it tells me so much about a person.
I let my other hand slide down her curves while I continue to watch her.  She's looking at me like she's not at all intrigued, even though I can feel that she is.
She wants me.  I saw it in the smirk on her face the second I got rough with her.
My cock is literally throbbing as I feel her soft skin under my touch.  My hand is full of her ass and I love the challenging look she gives me when I squeeze her once again.  "You're gonna love having my cock between your legs."
She raises her eyebrows at me just as I drop the grip on her wrists and slide one of her hands over my erection.  She already knows what it looks like from when she pierced it, but that was no comparison to what I'm sporting right now.  I’m completely fucking hard.
"Nice.  A shower and a grower."  Her words of appreciation cause me to laugh even though it's not the first time I've heard them.
Fuck yes, I'm hung.  How else would I be this successful doing this job?  Women love my size and never get tired of watching during a show.  Most of them beg for more time.
"I guess I am."  I let my lips run over her ear before I continue.  "You'll have to give these new piercings a ride and let me know if they're worth the pain I went through."
She squeezes my cock just a little tighter when the sound of Knox's voice echoes through the room.  Shit, I want to turn the other way and take Karma to my room and end the teasing right the fuck now.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"  She smirks again and I can feel a build up of back and forth banter that will lead us both straight into my bed.  That's something I'm already expecting, but with more of this teasing, I'll be wound tight, which will only make the sex even more amazing.
"I have a feeling we'd both like that."  She continues to squeeze and explore with her touch and it takes everything in me not to slip her hand inside my pants and move this along quickly.
"Alright, Blaze.  Bring your catch up here and let's do this."  Constant jolts of excitement flow through me as I think of all the fun I'm going to have with this girl tonight. She’s in for the fucking ride of her life, because that's what I do.
"I guess I need you to come with me,” I breathe against her ear.
Just as I hoped, she smiles and replies with a dirty mind, only making me want her more. "Oh, I'm going to hold you to that coming part."
The smile on my face has to be ridiculous, because holy fuck I want this girl on my dick right the fuck now.  I have to finish this party before I haul her up to my room, because I won't be quick with this one.
She follows my lead as I keep a grip on her hand, keeping her close to me.  Most of the women make a path for us, and only a few grope me as I pass this time.
She looks a little worried about all of this now, her confidence fading as we move forward in front of a crowd.
"Have a seat."  I guide her to the chair, pushing on her shoulders until she's in place directly in front of me.  Perfect height for me to really get creative with that mouth of hers, but I'll have to leave that for later.
"Alright boys, it's time to do what we came here to do!"  Knox announces loudly and the music starts as the four of us Alpha guys begin moving, our bodies all in sync with each other.  I begin to slowly slide my neck tie off my shoulders, just like the others while the crowd loses their minds.  I know they can tell where this is headed.
I slip mine around Karma's neck and pull her closer to me, watching as her breathing picks up.  She looks up at me and smiles a naughty fucking grin at me showing me she's ready for whatever I throw her way now that she's up here.
I tie the tie around her and begin to pull just slightly, until she rises to her feet.  I let my hands slide down the tie and enjoy brushing over her tits and down her cleavage as I follow the material down.  She's biting her lip while I slowly guide her back to her seat, making sure her face is near my chest and stomach all the way down.  She's instantly squirming in her seat and I let my fingers trace the edge of both of her tits, no doubt only making the tension worse between the two of us.
Her tits are so damn perfect.  They're for sure fake.  Now, I know I'm fucking this girl soon.  Nothing better than firm titties on a body like she has.  I can almost picture them bouncing as she rides my cock while I lie back and enjoy the show.
My fingers leave a trail of chills all the way up her chest until I grab her throat and make her look up at me again.
She looks into my eyes and I can see she's curious.  Her eyes show how hungry she is.  I like keeping her on the edge of her seat.  She's wondering what in the hell I'm going to do next.
I look over at the other guys and see that they've kept up with the moves and I'm the only one faltering.  Knowing this just makes me want to scrap this whole fucking routine shit and take her up to my room for the real show I'm craving.
I flip her around until her back is against my chest.  Her heart is beating faster and only encouraging me to move forward.  I guide her shoulders down until she's bent over in front of me, then I grip the tie in my fist.  I tie her hands behind her back with the part of the tie that's hanging low enough to reach.  I have to take a step back and look her over because this is something I want embedded into my memory bank.  She looks sexy as fuck waiting for me to make a move.
I lean over her and whisper in her ear as I slide the tie around her neck to line it up perfectly.  "This is just a tease of what we'll be like together."  I pull tight, causing her back to arch and her ass to be in perfect position.  She tightens her stance and allows me to grind against her ass.
My cock is begging to make contact with her and I fight the urge to slide her short dress up and do just that. The things I’d do to her sexy ass right here in the open if I didn’t want her to myself.
I run my hands over her perfect ass and listen to the sounds of the screams beside me.  They're encouraging me to go further, but I'm selfish with her.  I don't want to share my time with her with a room full of horny women pretending it's them that I'm touching.
I move my hips against her over and over again.  She's making my dick harder by the second and I'm craving so much more from her.  I let my hand slide up her side and trace the outside curve of her breast that's not visible to the crowd.
Wanting her even closer to me, I grip her shoulder and pull on the tie even tighter.  I slam against her and she grinds against me as I pause any movement and let her move on me.  She teases me so perfectly to the point I'm about ready to fuck her right here with everyone watching and say fuck it.
"I'm going to fuck you tonight.  I'll have you screaming my name over and over until you can't fucking stand.  Then I'll carry you to my bed and fuck you again."  She looks over her shoulder at me and curves her lips into the sexiest fucking grin I've ever seen.  She's so mischievous and confident, qualities I love in a woman.
She stands still in front of me while I continue to grip the tie and give the audience a show.  "Are we just going to sit out here and talk about it, or are you going to fuck me like you say you can?"
She just accepted my challenge and I can't wait to bury myself deep inside her gorgeous body and make her scream for me.
We both stare at each other a little longer with nothing but sexual intensity sparking between us.  I don't even notice the crowd moving in closer until I release the grip on the tie and begin to lead her to the stairs.
She pulls the tie from my grip and removes it from her neck.  "We're gonna have so much fun with this tie.  I'm thinking of all the ways you can tie me up.  I have to say Blaze... you have me very curious."  She pulls her bottom lip between her lips again as she looks over my face slowly.  "And that beard.  Fuck, I can't wait to feel that right between my legs.  I just hope your actions match all that cocky talk I know you're famous for."  Her challenge goes right through me.
She stands even closer to me and reaches for my dick again, running her fingers over my piercings and then down over my balls.  She holds them both in her hand before she rubs back over my length.
Her moan turns me on even more and I'm now very impatient to get to my room.  I fucking love a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to grab it, and fuck if she didn't just grab life by the balls and claim what she wanted.
Once we make it to the stairs, I walk with one hand attempting to hide my hard on.  I lead her hand so that she's first to go up and I watch that sexy ass all the way up the stairs while she walks like she knows I'm watching.
Fuck, I'm gonna love fucking that ass.
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VICTORIA ASHLEY

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Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Supernatural and The Walking Dead.

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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling ‘Rebel Walking’ Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, Six and co-author of The Elite Forces Series book Ice! Sign up for her newsletter here: http://goo.gl/forms/d0UON5HIUC

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