Saturday, September 24, 2016

Hacked By April Zyon Release





Blurb

Holly Smith has always had a certain affinity with computers. By day, she strengthens Internet security for corporations. By night, she’s a hacker. When she hits upon what she believes to be an author’s unpublished manuscript, she finds herself reading about a world where warriors of old wage war against a dark force bent on consuming everything it touches. Then she finds out it’s all true.

Demaratus of Corinth has seen a lot during his lifetime. And while many things prove useful, he finds technology to be a greater hindrance than a help. Sent to find the hacker who managed to penetrate their base’s security, he is stunned to realize who she is to him. As the darkness closes in on them, Demaratus and Holly will have to battle to survive not only the coming fight but the war that is gaining momentum.


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Excerpt:


She nodded and stood. She watched him as he watched her, taking her time. “Do I call you ‘Sir’?” She whispered the question. “I saw that in a movie. The Dominant ensured his submissive’s pleasure, and she called him ‘Sir.’ Is that right?”

“Only if you are comfortable with it. You can use my name, or that ridiculous nickname you’ve come up with, if you think it would be easier. I am not your Master and never will be. While I will be your Dominant, and you my submissive, this is always going to be an open relationship where we make our own rules. So go with whatever works for you, little warrior.”

She went to her knees, her hands behind her back and knees braced apart. Her head down and tilted to the side, she shuddered in need. “I think that I’m going to love you, DC. For the rest of your life.”

“Seeing you like this makes me wonder what sort of movies you’ve been watching,” he commented. She saw his feet move and in the next moment his fingers under her chin brought her face up. Leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees, Demaratus regarded her with what she could only assume was curiosity. “What else have you learned?”

“I’ve watched bondage movies, spankings, blindfolds, all of them with the woman submissive to the man. I like that. I think that I’ve learned how to give a blow job, but I don’t know, since I’ve never— Shit, there I go again.” Blurting out everything in my mind. Bloody brilliant.

“Sucking a man’s cock is something not every woman likes. Some love it, some do it out of a mistaken sense of duty, and others hate it but do it because they believe it is the only way that they might get fucked themselves. That’s not what we’re about. If we try something and you realize your expectations outshone the actual attempt, then we will never do it again. Now, what would you like to try first, little warrior?”

“I would really like to try the blow job, please? Sir.” She had never wanted to do anything so much in all of her life like she wanted to take him into her mouth.

Rubbing his thumb lightly over her chin, he nodded, then leaned back. Demaratus slouched slightly and studied her. Reaching down, he undid his belt and the buttons holding his fly closed. He lifted his hips a bit to push off his pants.

She smiled. “Do you know just how much I love the way you look at me like that? How do I do this?” She asked the question even as she licked her lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, but goodness, my mouth is watering.”

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About The Author

Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.

Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself.

As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah.

This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.

Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing.

Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!


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Friday, September 23, 2016

Endless Obsession by Alex Grayson Release Blitz 9/23/16


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Official Blurb: 

I’ve silently watched her for a year, staying hidden in the shadows, biding my time.
She may know me as two different men, but she doesn’t have a clue what I’ve done.
She unknowingly became mine the minute my eyes touched her beauty.
But I’ve done things. Things she may not be able to forgive.
I know all her secrets, her habits, her preferred coffee, what she does in her spare time, her favorite lingerie brand, even that she sleeps naked.

At night, I watch her from her window. During the day, I watch her from my computer. She innocently bares her heart and body to me, and I soak up every single fucking second.
I’ve stayed away, but I’m tired of watching from afar. It’s time Poppy finds out just who I am and what I’m willing to do to take what’s mine. She may hate me when she finds out my what I’ve done, but she has no choice but to accept it.

She will be my wife.
She will mother my children.
I will claim every part of her heart, body, and soul.
Anything else is unacceptable.
Poppy Lexington has become my endless obsession. I will become her uncontrollable addiction.





Unknown: Have you enjoyed the flowers I’ve sent you?

I freeze, except for my eyes, which pop open wide in shock. My breath gets caught in my throat when I realize this must be my mystery flower guy.

Holy hell! It’s him!

Why in the world is he texting me? After all this time, why contact me now? And what in the hell do I say to him? It’s become a routine. I’ve gotten used to getting the roses and not knowing who they are from. Question after question runs through my mind. Who is he? Why send me flowers? Why not introduce himself? Where did he first see me? How did he find out where I worked? And how in the hell did he get my number?

That’s my number one question, so I ask him. 

Me: How did you get my number?

It only takes seconds for me to receive a reply, and I’m not sure how to take it.

Unknown: I have my ways. You didn’t answer my question.

He has his ways? What is that supposed to mean? My chest tightens with fear at his answer. I push back the fear and ask another question I’m dying to know.

Me: They’re beautiful, thank you. Who are you?
Unknown: You’ll find out soon enough.

Umm… say what? Another question avoided. My eyes narrow in suspicion.

Me: I’m not sure I like that answer. I have no idea who you are. What if I don’t want to know you once I find out?

I notice the time on my phone and pull the second thigh-high up my leg, keeping my eyes on the screen the entire time. This is really weird, him having my number. I’m sure it’s not too hard to get the information, but it’s the point that he went through the trouble to get it. I hate being left in the dark like this.

My phone dings again, and I quickly grab it.

Unknown: You’ll want to know me. Trust me.

Trust him? That’s laughable. How can he think I’ll trust him when I have no idea who he is?

Me: It’s hard to trust someone I don’t know.

I slip my feet in my heels as I wait for him to reply. It’s doesn’t take long.

Unknown: You’ll learn.

Unsure of how to respond to that, I walk back to the kitchen to get a travel mug of coffee ready. He seems so confident, and cocky. Maybe a little too much, since it’s coming from a total stranger. How can he be so sure?

I type out my original question again.

Me: Who are you?

Unknown: Soon…

I grip my phone in frustration. Now that he’s contacted me, the need to know who sends me roses every week is overwhelming. It’s no longer a curiosity—I need to know. I should be more afraid, but I’m not, and that gives me pause. Why am I not more fearful? He’s obviously hiding something, right? But what?

He sends another text before I get a chance to reply.

Unknown: Have a good day at work, Beautiful.

What? That’s it? He has flowers delivered to me every week for eight months, messages me out of the blue with cryptic messages, then wishes me a good day at work? Pissed off vibes has my gut clenching. How dare he contact me and leave me hanging.

Me: That’s it? That’s all I get out of you?

I flip the off switch on the coffee pot, grab my now full travel mug, my purse, and with phone still in hand, I leave my house, locking it up behind me.

I’m buckling my seatbelt when he replies.

Unknown: For now, yes.

Oh no, that doesn’t work for me. He needs to give me something. He can’t just expect me to accept his non-answers.

Me: How do you know me? How do you know where I work?
Unknown: I know a lot of things about you, Poppy.
Me: You’re not helping your case of me wanting to know you. It’s freaking me out that you know stuff about me, personal stuff, when I don’t even know your name. That’s not normal. It’s pretty stalkerish, don’t you think?

I notice the time on my phone again and see I have a few minutes before I need to leave, so I decide to wait for his reply.

Unknown: Just call me Mr. A for now. Have a safe trip to work.




Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home, her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her, she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at alexgraysonauthor@gmail.com.





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Begin to Begin - Release Blitz 9/23/16

 
Marin Thompson thought that her fairy tale had already been written. She was engaged to her high school sweetheart, starting her dream business, and couldn't wait to start a family.
Then tragedy struck.

She was lost, living in a nightmare, hoping for justice every day. The only thing that gave her any amount of joy was her bookstore, Chapter Fifteen.
But when handsome Dalton Young saves her from an encounter that could have ended in yet another tragedy, things begin to change for Marin. She starts to feel things she never thought would be possible again; things she doesn't think she should even be experiencing.

Who is this kind, but mysterious man, and where did he come from? What Marin doesn't know is that Dalton has his own past that he is trying to escape, and the one thing he is hiding may be enough to send her tumbling over the edge in despair.

Can Dalton help Marin move on from tragedy, or is he the key to serving the justice she so desperately desires?





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Four : A Menage Erotic Romance By: S. C. Daiko Release Blitz 9/23/16



Title : Four : A Menage Erotic Romance
Author : S. C. Daiko 
Genre : Erotic Romance 





It’s been a year since Max and I overcame our commitment fears and chased away our demons, a year in a blissful poly relationship with Steve. And now we’re all set to become four.
It should be the best time of my life, of our lives; trying for a baby with the two hot men who keep me warm at night.
But when Steve’s friend James arrives from London, an over-the-top-theatrical scene player with his own agenda, and a whole lotta history just waiting to reignite, Steve suddenly doesn’t seem like the guy we fell in love with.
He’s changing, morphing into a different man before our eyes.

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Lauren Price is happy living with the two men she loves and life couldn’t be any sweeter. What started as just a little fun a year ago a girl, two guys, and a whole lot of sex – has become a deep three-way love she hopes will last forever.
They want to be a four – Max, Lauren, Steve and their unborn baby. That’s what they said, that’s what they planned.
But life in love doesn’t follow the rules, and soon four doesn’t look quite like the three-plus-one Lauren intended it to be.
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Although a sequel to THREE, S. C. Daiko’s first Erotic Menage Romance, FOUR is a standalone story and, like its predecessor, contains vivid erotica. 18+ only. If you’re looking for a sexy, emotional read then FOUR is definitely your number.







There’s a sudden shift in the atmosphere as Max and Steve move their attention toward something behind me. Not something. Someone. I turn and stare, my mouth opening and my chin in danger of hitting the floor. The man approaching has long dark-brown hair that falls in waves, reaching to the top of his shoulders. Symmetrical features: an oval-shaped face, topaz-colored eyes (accentuated with eyeliner), and perfectly proportioned bow-shaped lips. He’s wearing shorts that barely cover his pert ass, and his shapely legs are shaved and tanned. James isn’t much taller than me, I guess, and I’m only five foot four. My gaze lingers over the tattoos on his bare arms, the same tats as Steve’s. Shit!
Good evening,” James’ voice is surprisingly deep for such a compact man, and he speaks with a plummy English accent. “I apologize for keeping you waiting.” It’s like he’s some kind of celebrity making an entrance.
Steve envelops James in a bear-hug. “Let me introduce you to Max and Lauren.”
Haven’t we met before?” James says to Max. “At Club Complicit, wasn’t it?”
Max laughs. “I’m surprised you remember.”
James’ eyes rove up and down Max’s divine body. “I would never forget a hottie like you.” And he winks, the nerve of the guy!
I clear my throat, and James decides to notice me. “So this is little Miss America, is it? Delightful.”
A blush blooms up my neck. “Pleased to meet you, James,” I lie. “Welcome to Tivoli. I hope you’ll love it here as much as I do.”
I’m sure I will, darling.” Dahling indeed! James sure is over-the-top theatrical, and I bet there isn’t a sincere bone in his body.
So, what can I offer you? Prosecco, perhaps?” Max lifts the bottle from the wine cooler. “This is Cartizze from Valdobbiadene.” He pours James a glass. “It’s a match for any champagne you’ll come across. Try it and tell me what you think.”
We have champers too,” Steve interjects, “but this fizz is fantastic.”
James lifts the flute to his lips and takes a sip. “Mmm. You’re absolutely right. By far the best prosecco I’ve tasted.” And he smiles, a smile that lifts the corners of his mouth but doesn’t engage his eyes; it’s like he’s had a Botox injection.
So, my dear,” James gives my dress a disapproving look. “I was hoping you’d know the best shops for Italian fashion.”














S. C. Daiko, aka Siobhan Daiko, lives with her husband and two cats in northern Italy, in a converted artist’s studio with gorgeous views across the Venetian plain. Originally from the UK, where she was a languages teacher, Siobhan occasionally leaves her writing cave when she has visitors, and likes nothing better than plying them with prosecco and introducing them to the dolce vita. An avid reader of all genres of romance, she loves writing about strong heroines who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go for it, and hot alpha males with loving hearts.



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My Fair Bogan Blitz 9/23/16

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Blurb:

What is a Bogan? Answer: an uncouth or unsophisticated person regarded as being of low social status. And that's where the fun begins!
Contemporary romance and best-selling author Charmaine Ross sweeps readers away with another heart-pounding romance with an unlikely ‘My Fair Lady’ meets ‘Cinderella’ twist. Being picked off the streets and thrust into the political arena of disgraced politician Drake Wilson is challenging on so many levels. But Sally Foster is up for a challenge. Besides, chances like the one on offer doesn’t come to girls like her. Ever. She has to grab this chance with both hands and succeed for the sake of her family. She’s used to handling hard situations, but she’s never had a situation quite like the gorgeous Rhys James, Drake’s assistant, educating her day in night out. Her instant attraction is all consuming — and totally off-limits. Rhys’ perfect world is turned upside down the moment Sally Foster blunders her way into Drake’s ‘Education for the Masses’ political campaign. If Rhys can succeed and transform Sally Foster, he can transform anyone and Drake’s policy will be funded to help thousands. The challenge isn’t so much the jaw-dropping elocution lessons, or Sally’s colourful language, or even her metamorphosis into an exquisite beauty at the hands of Drake’s personal image professionals. The challenge is keeping his hands and rebellious desires at bay. Sally is fiery, tempestuous — and the most refreshingly honest woman that has ever walked into his life. Rhys must keep Sally at arm’s distance, but the more they spend time together, the more difficult that becomes. What's a girl to do when she's way out of her league and temptation is just too great to ignore? A beautifully written contemporary romance story that will sweep you off your feet.

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She peeked out into the hallway. The house was very quiet and very empty. She knew her way to the front door, but that was about it. She’d been taken promptly to her room last night as it had been so late. Her clothes would have to be in a laundry, which would logically be on the first floor towards the back of the house. She flew down the stairs, the carpet making her steps silent and as she reached the foyer, the front door opened before she fb-advert-3could dash away unseen. Rhys stepped inside. His navy business suit hugged every hot-point of his body. The pants stretched on long, lean legs, the jacket enhanced the square line of his shoulder and leanness of his stomach. He wore a crisp white shirt that was tucked neatly into his waist. He smoothed his tie as he moved through the door. He was as suave today as he had been yesterday at the Town Hall. She didn’t realise business suits could be sexy, but on Rhys, it certainly grabbed her attention. His mouth twitched before he quickly hid it beneath a serious veneer. He cleared his throat. ‘I see Sue found something for you to wear.’ She crossed her arms over her chest. ‘Yes, but light blue track-suits borrowed from five foot nothing Malaysian ladies isn’t my size or style. Look, the legs finish half way down me … my … leg.’ She indicated the hem of the pants flapping about her shin. ‘I was tryin’ to find my clothes from yesterday but they went missing. These were the only things I found and I’m not wearing ‘em any longer than I have to. I look bloody ridiculous.’ Drake came through the door then and also stopped short when he saw her. ‘It is you.’ He peered at her, eyes narrowing and wiggled a finger at her. ‘I almost didn’t recognise you without those sludgy black lines beneath your eyes. You’ll need to do something with that hair, though. Those dark roots make your hair look all greasy. Definitely need to get your hair done before the media catch you looking like that.’ Sally ran a self-conscious hand though her hair. She would have bought hair dye but she’d run short last week. The kids had been hungry when she’d picked them up from school and she’d taken them to Maccas as a treat. They didn’t get many of them. Sally latched back onto Drake’s voice. ‘Get Mel in, can you Rhys. I can’t have her going around with hair like that. The media are on the look-out for her. Especially O’Brien. You know Suzie, you could be pretty with the proper hair and make-up. Anyway, we’ll see. Come along, there’s no time to lose; I’ve promised Ian Armstrong from Political Correspondent on the ABC you’ll attend an interview sometime in the near future. Marcy Dovenich just called and wants an bogan-chick-1-2interview. I can’t believe I’m saying this. The word is getting out about you already!’ Drake shuffled past Rhys and Sally and into an office adjacent to the foyer Sally hadn’t noticed before now. He hovered in the doorway, nose deep in a folder he held. ‘Rhys, you’ll need to start with elocution. And please, make sure to teach her to talk from her mouth. Not her nose.’ He made a face and shuddered before closing the doors on them. Rhys really needed to have to talk to Drake about the way to spoke about Sally. Drake was known for being able to talk around a deaf man, but he seemed to be totally clueless when it came to Sally. It wasn’t as if this was a half-baked plan. They’d been preparing something like this for a year now. Maybe it was just the circumstances in which Sally was engaged were dubious. And that was completely Drake’s fault. ‘I also don’t have any make-up.’ She swiped her fingers over her face, as though she was embarrassed. She was fresh-faced, her skin still pink from her recent shower. Without the barrier of that thick black gunk around her eyes, she looked—vulnerable. Young. She smelt of her recent shower. She’d used a florally shampoo with something vanilla-y. There was also a hint of something else that wasn’t artificial. Cinnamon. Her personal brand. The door to the office opened and Drake poked his head out. ‘Oh and Suzie … don’t think about stealing anything. I have digi-cams located all through this house. I see everything.’ Sally stared open-mouthed at the now shut door. ‘Did he just accuse me of stealing?’ ‘Just warning you off stealing. It came out all wrong. Listen.’ Rhys grasped her upper arm as she started to stalk toward Drake’s door. He was surprised at how strong she was for such a slight woman. He let his hand slide down her arm to hold her hand. Warm, soft fingers linked his, fitting together just like they were always meant to. He reluctantly let her go when she stopped walking, liking the feel of her simple touch. ‘Let’s get started. Clothes first, okay?’ She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder at the door. ‘’e’s gunna get it one day.’ ‘Temper, Sally.’ A muscle worked her jaw. ‘How can he say that? I haven’t even been here for a day and ‘es accusing me of stealing! Do I look like someone who’s gunna rip ‘im off? Well, do I?’ She didn’t look anything of the sort. She looked like an oversized kitten you didn’t want to anger dressed in a ridiculous, ill-fitting track-suit. Her cheeks were flushed with indignant red, instead of that beguiling pink and her luscious mouth was stretched into a tense line. He liked it when her lips were softer, plumper. They were like that when she didn’t think anyone was looking at her. When she relaxed. She had very kissable lips when she was relaxed. He suddenly wondered what it would be like to press his lips against her pillowy soft mouth. Wondered if they would feel as good as they looked.
 

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Charmaine’s first foray into romance was as a fourteen year old where she fell hopelessly and eternally in love with her hero as only a teenager can. Instead of watching movies and staying up late, she would go to bed at eight thirty and continue her very romantic, very safe, love affair.
Since then, she has fallen in love with many heroes, some less safe than what her teenage brain could possibly imagine. After earning a Fine Art’s Degree, a Diploma of Secondary Education and a Diploma of Marketing, she worked as a Graphic Designer in various advertising agencies and as well as in-house marketing roles and is currently involved with digital marketing and everything web in her current position. But she always returns to writing. Although she has travelled, she always returns to her home town of Melbourne and lives with her husband, two children and two cats in the ferny-greens of the Dandenongs. If she’s not working on her latest romance and falling in love with yet another hero, you’ll find her reading, watching and basically indulging in her addiction to any story on any media type she can get her fingers on. You can find information about her latest releases as well as excerpts on all of her published books here: Website Twitter Facebook Pinterest You Tube
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