Book Obsessed 365 Days a Year: 2014

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Title: Second Debt (Indebted, #3)

Author: Pepper Winters

Genre: Dark Erotica

Release Date: Early 2015

Blurb

“I tried to play a game. I tried to wield deceit as perfectly as the Hawks. But when I thought I was winning, I wasn’t. Jethro isn’t what he seems—he’s the master of duplicity. However, I refuse to let him annihilate me further.” Nila Weaver has grown from naïve seamstress to full-blown fighter. Every humdrum object is her arsenal, and sex…sex is her greatest weapon of all. She’s paid the First Debt. She’ll probably pay more. But she has no intention of letting the Hawks win. Jethro Hawk has found more than a worthy adversary in Nila—he’s found the woman who could destroy him. There’s a fine line between hatred and love, and an even finer path between fear and respect. The fate of his house rests on his shoulders, but no matter how much ice lives inside his heart, Nila flames too bright to be extinguished.

Indebted series

Debt Inheritance (Indebted #1) Available Now: Amazon | iBooks

“I own you. I have the piece of paper to prove it. It’s undeniable and unbreakable. You belong to me until you’ve paid off your debts.”

Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Being the first born daughter, her life is forfeit to the first born son of the Hawks to pay for sins of ancestors past. The dark ages might have come and gone, but debts never leave. She has no choice in the matter. She is no longer free. Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his twenty-ninth birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s centuries old. He can do what he likes with her—nothing is out of bounds—she has to obey. There are no rules. Only payments.

First Debt (Indebted #2) Available Now: Amazon | iBooks

“You say I’ll never own you. If I win—you willingly give me that right. You sign not only the debt agreement, but another—one that makes me your master until your last breath is taken. You do that, and I’ll give you this.” Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Stolen, taken, and bound not by monsters but by an agreement written over six hundred years ago, she has no way out. She belongs to Jethro as much as she denies it. Jethro Hawk’s patience is running out. His inheritance gift tests, challenges, and surprises him—and not in good ways. He hasn’t leashed her but he thinks he might’ve found a way to bind her forever. Debts are mounting. Payment waiting.

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About the Author

Pepper Winters is a New York Times, USA Today, and international bestseller. She wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

Her Dark Erotica books include:

Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1) - http://amzn.to/1lROLYN

Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2) - http://amzn.to/1qB27Zh

Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3) - http://amzn.to/1olkxsD

Debt Inheritance (Indebted Series) - http://amzn.to/1As8P4X

Her Grey Romance books include:

Destroyed - http://amzn.to/1w9f6Vr

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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Title: One Naughty Night Authors: Angela Graham & S.E. Hall Genre: Erotica

WARNING: If you didn't put "hardcore M/F/M threesome with foul language" on your Christmas list- this book isn't for you. When Harmony's resident bad boy Jax West and Evolve's all-American gentleman Zach Reece cross paths with Stormy, a raven haired beauty with a determined glint in her eye, anything is possible... Even this. Can be read as a stand alone.

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“I’m just here for the holidays. Only met Stormy tonight and couldn’t help but go for it. I mean, fucking look at her. She’s down, for reasons I’m not gonna ask, and it seems you may have fallen into the same big pile of serendipity as myself. One night. I got the room and I’m totally in. You?” “Um…” I hear Zach hesitate, his feet shuffling awkwardly. “Stormy, can you look at me, sweetness?” All damn day. I lift my head and veer my eyes to his brilliant green ones, blushing just as hotly as him. He rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat, then looks me dead in the eyes. “You want this? Us both?” He then adds, pitch louder and clearer, “Two strangers?”

Angela Graham is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of the Harmony series. She resides in Tipp City, Ohio with her three beautiful children. Collaborating with S.E. Hall, she has released three erotic short stories.

Angela knew she found her calling in the world of fiction the moment she began pounding away at the keys for her first short story in 2012. With a baby on her shoulder, she wrote for about a year before deciding to try her hand at an actual novel. It was the best decision she ever made and since then she continues to bring characters to life in her free time.

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S.E. Hall is the author of the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series, Emerge, Embrace, Entangled (novella) and Entice as well as the bestselling stand-alone NA Romance, Pretty Instinct. She has co-written Stirred Up, Packaged and Handled, a collection of erotic short stories with her CP and friend, Author Angela Graham as well as a collaboration titled Conspire, a romantic suspense with friend and author Erin Noelle. She is honored to be a part of the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Devour box set. S.E., which stands for Stephanie Elaine, resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 beautiful daughters of the home, and one married daughter who graced her with two beautiful grandchildren. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing and the occasional trip to the casino. She’s also clutch at Baggo, when it’s warm outside, and definitely the woman to pick on your side for some Flip Cup!

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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Title: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love Author: Erin Noelle Genre: Erotic Romance

Wrong Kind of Love A story of forbidden love with a side of revenge... When my husband of nearly twenty years abruptly left me for another woman, I thought my life was over. But I was wrong... Wrong for thinking I was weak, wrong for assuming I couldn't go on, wrong for believing I wouldn't love again. No matter what anyone else thinks, Wrong never felt so right.

It’s a little after eight when the sound of the front door closing wakes me up from the nap I wasn’t planning on taking. Apparently, doing absolutely nothing all day long is very exhausting. I leap out of the bed and take a quick glimpse in the mirror, straightening my shirt and finger-styling my hair before heading downstairs. I’m honestly not sure what to expect from Mia, if she’ll pretend like nothing happened or want to address the situation, but her avoiding me and the house all day tells me she’s probably reluctant to let it transpire again. I need to convince her otherwise. With her back to me amidst a sea of overflowing plastic grocery bags, she’s bent over in the refrigerator, rearranging the contents to make room for the massive amount of food she’s just bought. The shirt she has on has ridden up on her hips, leaving me a clear view of her shapely ass which fills out the pair of black cotton shorts she’s wearing impeccably. All of the blood in my body has redirected its flow to directly between my legs as I imagine what it’d be like to take her from behind… my hands grabbing hold of her hips, her back arched presenting that tight, wet pussy to me. Fuck, I can’t go up to her with my shorts tented out like it’s housing a three-ring circus. “I know you’re there, Gray,” she announces before I can escape back to the safety of my room. “We need to talk.” Talking wasn’t really what I had in mind, but I can work with it. I slowly inch my way farther into the kitchen, trying desperately to think of all things non-sexy such as yield return graphs and profit-loss spreadsheets, but with her head buried in the fridge and her ass still in the air, I’m failing epically. “Yeah?” I don’t mean for it to come out like a question, so I clear my throat and try again. “Yeah, we do.” Straightening to her full height, which can’t be more than about five-foot-five, she gradually rotates around to face me. With her firm rear no longer in my line of sight, my eyes travel up her body, lingering over her erect nipples straining against the light blue shirt, which cause me to wonder if it’s the cold air they were just exposed to or my presence that has them aroused. My eyes eventually find hers, and no matter what words are about to leave her mouth, I know by the heated gaze she’s watching me with—the one that’s relishing the way I’m eye-fucking her—that she wants this as bad as I do. Gaining confidence, my small steps graduate into long strides until I’ve closed the distance between us in a matter of seconds. She backs up slightly, but with the large stainless appliance behind her, she’s got nowhere to go. I wait to touch her, wait until she says whatever bullshit nonsense she’s got to say to make herself feel better, before I lay my hands on her and make her forget about whatever stupid-ass, preconceived set of rules society has put on our relationship. Truth is I’m a man, she’s a woman, neither of us is married, and we aren’t blood-related, so as far as I’m concerned, we’re good to fucking go.

Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and recently published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

A Very Merry Black Hollywood Christmas

~A Novella

By: FL Jacob

(Book 2.5, Black Hollywood Series)

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release: November 3, 2014

One evening.

What happens in the club stays in the club.

Be a guest at the hottest party of the year. Join Caston Black for the Black Hollywood Christmas party at the infamous Black Hollywood Club.

Anything can happen. Anyone could be there. Sex, Seduction, and Sin. Take a step into temptation with the BH crew.

*PLEASE NOTE* This book contains MANY sexual encounters and graphic language that some readers may find objectionable. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

I take a calming breath and lie my head back down. It feels like hours before he returns but I know it has only been a few minutes. I can smell him before I feel the light tickle of a feather on the arch of my right foot. Light blowing follows which sends a chill through my overly heated body. Just when I begin to grow accustomed to the sensation, it disappears. Again I’m waiting, but not long. The feather reappears, but now it is on the left side of my body, following the curve of my waist. His long, rough finger is behind it. I try and fail to squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the pressure building.

“I’d love to see a tattoo on this curve right here. That’d be so fucking #sexy, Beth.”

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Friday, November 21, 2014

Congratulations to Elle Brooks

on her highly anticipated release of

Forgotten Promises

Saying “I Promise” is the easiest thing to do, its just two tiny words.

No one warned me of the weight they hold, that they not only have the power

to make something, to give hope, or show devotion.

They can destroy everything, cause so much hurt, ruin lives.

Every promise holds a toll, if I had known what mine would cost me,

I would have walked away.

Now I have to pay the price, watch the consequences of my actions unfold. Witnessing someone I love crumble after breaking my oath

isn’t the hardest thing I’ve endured,

it's being forgotten by the one person that I could never forget.

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I can hear soft piano music filtering through the muggy afternoon air as I cross the threshold,

making my way down the cold stone isle towards the alter.

I can feel people stare, their gazes penetrating my skin, as if each one physically presses upon me

with the intensity of a searing hot branding iron.

I’m all too conscious of the hushed whispers that are floating around in the desolate atmosphere.

I’m shivering as I make my way to the front; I can’t get a hold on my nerves.

Voices that I don’t recognize uttering; “Is that the girlfriend? She was in the accident too, wasn’t she?” infiltrate my senses.

Are these people really that ignorant, that they have all forgotten by design, this place is built to carry noise?

Each comment I catch as I near my destination feels more scathing than the previous. I focus my attention on the vast grandeur of the stained glass window at the front of the church, and watch as the suns midday rays are passing through the colored panes, casting a rainbow that cascades down over the congregation of mourners.

The bright hues are a stark disparity against the sea of black suits and white collared shirts.

There doesn’t seem to be a single fleck of color on anyone’s clothing, except that of the police decoration pinned proudly to the uniforms of the officers sporting them. They’re a welcomed break in the monotonous army of glum clones.

My fingers are closed tightly around the stem of a single white rose I’m holding. I didn’t know if I should bring flowers or not, but now I wish I hadn’t. I need to walk over to his coffin to lay it down; I hadn’t thought of that. Bile rises in my throat, and the tears that have formed are threatening to fall. I’m holding my breath, eyes wide, willing them to dissipate, as I return my focus once more to the window instead of the casket. It’s too soon to be doing this again.

The painful memory of Emily’s funeral, still raw and exposed, lay’s unwelcomingly at the forefront of my mind. It’s playing on an agonizing loop, taunting me, reminding me. The aesthetics couldn’t be further from hers though; Emily’s funeral service was akin to walking into a child’s birthday party. Balloons adorned the ends of each pew in varying shades of shiny pink and purple latex. Cheerful, bright gerberas had been placed on every available surface, and there wasn’t a single solitary piece of black clothing to be found.

We had been given explicitly strict instructions to wear ‘happy clothes’ or she would ‘haunt our asses for all eternity,’ Em’s words, not mine. There was to be no gloomy piano music either, no nineties power-ballads singing songs of heartache and pain. Instead, the church was filled with dubiously dulcet tones from One Direction’s Story of my life. I’d practically scoffed when Em announced to me that she’d found the perfect funeral song. She proceeded to tell me that she’d narrowed it down to 1D or Bon Jovi’s Sleep When I’m Dead.

In any other circumstance, I’d have voted Bon Jovi all the way, but I had to concede on this one. I almost smile at the

memory before realizing where I am and what I’m doing.

I slow my pace further; not wanting to reach my destination but there’s no avoiding it. Within my next three steps,

I’ve reached the coffin. I can’t prolong the inevitable any longer;

I look down to the long mahogany box, laid before me, topped with what must be hundreds of roses.

My whole body trembles as I reach out to place my flower amongst the other tributes.

I catch my reflection against the highly polished surface of the wood and begin to feel dizzy. I blink my eyes attempting to refocus my vision as my fingers loosen their grip on the rose. My hand brushes against the cold hardwood and I pause briefly, wondering if it’s time to wake up yet. Wishing for a different reality to the one I exist in at this moment. I hear Ethan’s mom softly call out my name, but I can’t move. I’m frozen in place by… I don’t even know what, fear? Memories?

“Blair, honey… come sit by me,” it’s an order rather than request; suddenly she’s by my side and ushering me to take a seat.

I let her lead the way; there’s only her sitting upfront.

“My mom couldn’t find a parking spot; she’ll be here any minute, is it okay for her to sit here too?”

“Of course, it is,” she smiles weakly. “You’re family.”

I look at her and take in her appearance; her eyes are puffy and tired, and she looks completely worn out and defeated. A shadow of the woman Ethan fist introduced me to months ago. The piano music stops and a minister appears at the lectern; I look wide-eyed at Moira and then glance at the empty seat where my mom should be right now. I need her here; I can’t do this without her.

I can’t bear to sit through another funeral.

Moira senses my anxiety and runs her hand down over my hair, she squeezes my shoulders and then pulls me into her side, and it’s much the same as what my mom would do. The minister starts to speak, but I don’t hear any words through the sound of the blood rushing in my ears. I can’t do this I’m not ready. I blink and let my first tear fall, no doubt carving the way for more to follow. I had agreed to come for Moira, I felt bad that she would have to face this alone. I look blankly out to the front, but I can’t see anything past my pain.

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