12 October 2013

Madi, Skyla: Consumed

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Consumed by Skyla Madi


Title: Consumed

Series: None

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC

Publication Date: September 16, 2013

Author: Skyla Madi


Olivia James has never been one to walk on the wild side, at least not until she meets Seth Marc—a cocky, sexy fighter at her father’s gym. He’s infuriating, nauseatingly addictive and she just can’t seem to shake him. He’s only been in town a short while and his name is already on everyone’s lips. He’s the kind of guy moms’ warn their daughters about—the kind that leaves a trail of shattered hearts behind him and he has Olivia in his sights.

Olivia has never met anyone as confusing as Seth and his hot and cold attitude constantly sends her reeling. She’s never wanted anyone’s touch so badly in her life, but having recently come out of a long term relationship diving into another is something she’d prefer to avoid.

Determined for his touch, but not to let him under her skin, Olivia embarks on the most thrilling ride of her life

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Skyla Madi was born in the small town of Port Maquarie, New South Wales in

1993. She spent half her life growing up in Wauchope, a thriving rural town at the heart

of the Hastings River Valley before making the leap to the busy city of Brisbane.

Whenever this young Australian writer isn’t changing diapers, watching cartoons, cooking for her husband or doing other motherly-wife things she is actively working on her writing and improving her writing skills.

Skyla loves to read just as much as she loves to write and since discovering that YA/paranormal romance/urban fantasy/ are her favourite genres, she has embarked on her own writing journey and is currently working on a YA series titled ‘Your Guardian Angel’.


Interview with Skyla Madi:

  1. Do you have any pets?I do, I have a very large dog named Bane. He is out of control, too excited and absolutely adorable. I also have a cat named Minnie who sleeps, eats and annoys me. When I think about it, she’s a lot like my husband. 😉
  2. Early bird or night owl? Night owl, definitely. I refuse to get out of bed before 8 a.m. and if I’m woken before then, God help you.
  3. If you were a shoe, what kind would you be and why?I’d be a sneaker, purely because they’re casual and comfortable. I’m a very casual/relaxed person who doesn’t really need much maintenance.
  4. If you could live in any movie, which would it be?Wow, this is a very difficult question… I love so many movies. I have to go with the most recent movie I’ve seen—The Great Gatsby. I love the dresses, the glamour, the parties and the cars. I love that era in general and would love to be a part of it.
  5. Guilty Pleasure? – Trashy romance novels, Cherry Ripes, Tom Hardy movies and any movie with Seth Rogan, Jonah Hill and James Franco. I love those guys.
  6. If your book was made into a movie, who would you like to see play your characters? – I did base ‘Seth Marc’ from Consumed around Tom Hardy’s Warrior in the beginning (as everyone knows, I’m a huge Tom Hardy fan) but as the book progressed I realized Tom Hardy was too dark, not boyish enough for Seth so I changed him to Bernardo Velasco. He is a perfect Seth! And for Olivia, I had to choose Ashley Greene. I don’t know what it is about her, but I saw her and I was like YES! Perfect!
  7. Do you use a playlist while you write and what is on it? I always have my music on when I write. Always. I try to create playlists to the mood of the scene I’m writing. For Consumed, my playlist was: Army of Two – Olly Murs, Payphone – Maroon 5, We Own It – Wiz Khalifa, Wonderwall – Oasis, Bezerk – Eminem, Resolution – Matt Corby, Miss Jackson – Panic! At the Disco, Parachute, Timomatic, Sail, Awolnation and Fast Lane – Eminem… there’s more, but I can’t remember.
  8. Most embarrassing moment of yours and/or what would your favorite character do if they witnessed it? Most embarrassing moment for me would be when I was younger (about 14/15) I was walking to school with my best friend and she dropped behind me to tie her laces. When she was finished she started laughing so hard and I couldn’t understand why. Anyway, it turned out I had a massive rip in my pants that I hadn’t even realized. It was too late for me to turn around and go home so I went to school and a teacher had sewed it for me—the completely wrong color—and I had to spend the day with navy shorts with a bright blue patch right across the bottom.
  9. In a zombie apocalypse, what would be your weapon of choice? That depends if they’re fast zombies or slow zombies… Slow zombies, I’d go with a common aluminum baseball bat. Bats are easy to carry and they don’t need that much upkeep. For fast zombies? It wouldn’t matter. I’d probably shoot myself in the head before I even saw a zombie, haha!
  10. Are you working on anything new? How is it going? I’m working on a few things. Consumed #2, a new Contemporary Romance titled: Young and Reckless, a New Adult Dystopian Romance titled: The Unfortunates and the fourth book in my Guardian Angel series titled: Oblivion.

Pick your favorite:

Apple or Droid – Droid.

Chocolate or Vanilla – Chocolate.

Comedy or Drama – Comedy.

Call or Text – Text.

Public School or Home School – Public School.

Coffee or Tea – Tea.

Ebook or paperback – Paperback.

Online or in person shopping? – In person.


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11 October 2013

Stone, Evelyne: Destroying Wrong


Genre: Upper YA (due to mild sexual content and language)


CoverBoy-crazy Alissa Sullivan has got it made — a supportive, loving family, a cause she believes in, and her new boyfriend. With her best friend Kat at her side, she was counting the days until the end of high school when they could go away to college together. Then she met Scott, a man who wouldn’t touch her but would turn her life upside-down.

Katherine Horne is perfectly content being in the background. All she wants is to graduate and get out of the town she’s grown to loathe. She’d do anything to avoid confrontation but when she finds herself in increasingly humiliating situations, she realizes some things can’t be ignored. Especially when it comes to protecting her best friend.

With their carefully planned futures suddenly unraveling, Kat and Alissa will come to realize one thing: fate has one plan for them… karma has another.

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Evelyne lives in Arizona where she grew up most of her life. She has four children that like to drive her insane on a daily basis. The man in her life also drives her insane but is also very loving and supportive. He’s a keeper! Traveling is her favorite thing to do, even if it’s a short road trip.

Evelyne loves to read many different genres. She always thought about writing and was finally inspired by her friends to give it a try. Without her great support system, her first book, “Destroying the Wrong,” would have never happened!

Things you don’t know about Evelyne:

1. Her favorite movie is “So I Married an Axe Murder.”

2. She can sing every song, word-for-word on Adam Lambert’s first album.

3. Monsoon storms and winter drizzles help inspire her writing.

4. Football is her favorite sport even though the Cowboys have not had a good season in a really long time.

5. She loves school and would become a professional college student if it weren’t so expensive.

6. She tries hard to be funny but most of the time is the only one in the room laughing.

7. People watching and giving relationship advice is her favorite past time.

8. What she wants to be when she grows up is still an unanswered question.


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11 October 2013

Phoenix, Airicka: When Night Falls

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Book Title: When Night Falls

Author: Airicka Phoenix

Publisher: Fire & Ash Publishing

Release date: Dec 2013

Genre: Young Adult Sci-Fi, Thriller with strong elements of Romance

Warnings: Language and sexual content

When Night Falls

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When Night Falls FrontThe Earth as we know it no longer exists. Humanity has destroyed itself and with it any chance we may have had of returning.

What had started as a six month voyage through the stars becomes a nightmare when the passengers are stranded in space without hope. With Earth gone, the crew and passengers of The Dawn Light are left wandering the galaxy in search of a new planet. After years of searching, one is found, but no one is prepared for the terror that takes claim of the Galaxy Cruiser when one by one the people begin to turn, mutating into flesh eating monsters.

For Scarlett, Hunter and Rolf, this means being trapped in a sardine can full of piranhas. Their only hope… to get the hell out before they’re next, but someone on the ship wants to be the only survivor to reach the new planet and will do anything to stop them. But just how far are they willing to go?



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Best-Selling author Airicka Phoenix lives in rainy British Columbia with her beautiful family. When she’s not pounding away at the keyboard, she can be found reading, shining her collection of daggers or chilling with her kids.

She is the author of the Touch Saga, The Sons of Judgment Saga, The Lost Girl Series, and Games of Fire.

Airicka also writes adult paranormal & contemporary romance under her alter ego, Morgana Phoenix. Her first novel, Capture Me, will be out 2014.

For more about Airicka, visit her website at: http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/

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11 October 2013

Lombardo, Tom: American Underground

The End Is Near…Or Is It?




American Underground Front CoverU.S. Generals and a famous theologian prove that Christ picked them to clear the way for His Glorious Return. So they set in motion a beatific attack that will fulfill End Times prophecy…

A secret international axis of financial elites rig the Federal Reserve to start another, even more massive bailout. And this time around they intend to achieve their century-long goal of world domination…

In Northern California an underground of radicals, healers and entrepreneurial free-thinkers rebel. They establish a gold standard and attempt to seize their wealth before Wall Street drives them into servitude…

Then one of the financial elites reads Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. He deserts the axis in disgust, joins the rebels and brings a former U.S. President with him…

And when a pair of love-struck teenagers find out about the Generals’ plan, they race to the rebels to try and stop it…

Will America plunge into war as the axis takes over?

Or can the rebels strike back?


The world was supposed to end on December 21st, 2012. It was also supposed to end on May 21st, 2011. And on April 17th, 2008. The end of the world has been publicly proclaimed over 200 times throughout history. And yet, here we are. Despite all of these false prophecies Americans are fascinated by the notion that everything we know will soon be shattered. Extreme political divisions, dangerous global conflicts, changing morals and even extraordinary weather have four in ten Americans, according to a recent survey, convinced that the notorious end is near.

Author Tom Lombardo poses that this kind of thinking is inherently dangerous for the American public. With political views becoming increasingly tied to supposed Christian values, End Times beliefs could have disastrous consequences for our political system and, on a larger scale, the world. In his new novel American Underground, Lombardo introduces this idea through the interactions between American generals and a prophecy scholar. Using examples from explicit Bible verses, the scholar convinces the generals that the end of the world is upon us and that drastic measures are in order to ensure being saved. With delusions of being enlisted in God’s Army, they set out to destroy America’s enemies in the name of the Lord.

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“A little less than half of Americans believe we are living in the Biblical End Times right now,” says Lombardo. “They believe this because they believe the Bible is the Word of God, and they believe the preachers who say they can prove that prophecies in the Book of Amos, Timothy, Ezekiel, and Revelations are coming true right now. They think that God talked to a prophet two thousand years ago about political events happening today. This claim is utterly absurd. But people love it because it enchants the world. Everything becomes more urgent and more intense if you are living in the End Times. This would just be a strange belief system if it weren’t for the fact that people who believe it have risen to the highest levels of power in our government and in corporate America. They think they are supposed to be soldiers for Christ before his Glorious Return. They think anyone who opposes them is an agent of Satan. So not only are they powerful, they are dangerous.”

Major themes in the book include:

  • Rising above oppressive belief systems
  • Questioning the ties between zealous religion and politics
  • The demoralizing impact of government bail-outs for big businesses
  • Oligarchy as an increasingly real threat to our constitutional rights
  • The ability of human beings to change and heal
  • Action-packed and enlightening revolution

In American Underground, Lombardo challenges his readers to question the status quo and to stand up for humanity instead of following unfounded religious crusades. The novel gives the reader characters plotting to create global royalty, idealists developing a new form of political resistance, and a simple love story. The result is an entertaining character-driven thriller that will have you on the edge of your seat.


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Tom Lombardo, author of American Underground

Written from the point of view of Lily, the main heroine


In American Underground, Lily deals with her manic-depressive mother, turns eighteen, falls in love for the first time, uncovers a diabolical plot, and races across the country with her boyfriend to try to save the world. Here are her thoughts on the current state of affairs in the United States:

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You know, I’m not a Republican or a Democrat. I’ve been with the rebellion in Northern California for several months now, and we’ve managed to combine the best of both parties into our new way of life. I’m not saying that everyone should do what we do, but I believe the rest of America ought to think about more than just the political posturing that has crippled Congress for so many years now.

This time around we have people who want universal health care because it shows compassion for everyone. That’s cool. And on the other side we have people trying to stop the government from creeping into every aspect of life. That’s also cool.

But it’s all politics. We need to take a step back and look a lot deeper.

Ultimately the problem is about justice. Something like one in five children in America is hungry and without health care. It’s because their parents can’t get good-paying jobs. That’s unjust. So one political group tries to create government programs to help them. But government programs are also unjust, because people who have good jobs end up paying for themselves and a lot of other people as well. So another political group shuts down the government in protest.

Congress will just keep arguing back and forth between these two “solutions” because that’s all they can think of.

But we can solve the problem without them. That’s what we’re doing here, and I believe it’s possible for any community to do it, too. If we wait for Congress to pass the perfect set of laws, we’ll never stop waiting. We need to take matters into our own hands and create the culture we want to live in.

Everything flows from that. In the rebellion we’ve seen a phenomenal reduction in poverty, and we’ve seen a phenomenal rise in health. They’re connected. It’s really amazing.

What we’ve found is that injustice causes depression and lethargy and anger. That leads to all sorts of health problems – like the epidemics of obesity and diabetes in America. If injustice is bad for your health, then justice would help you heal, right?

Right. That’s exactly what we’ve seen happen here. People are hopeful. People believe in the future. We’re not gearing up for Armageddon or some horrible government take-over. We’re committed to the future.

And we didn’t pass a single law to make this happen. We just did it on our own. I’m very proud to be a part of it, and I encourage everyone to think about how they can do the same thing in their own community!


American Underground by Tom Lombardo

American Underground by Tom Lombardo

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Tom_Lombardo_2013_finalTom Lombardo has taught elementary school, programmed web applications, started a software company, worked in the financial sector, advocated for the arts, defended the environment, and, above all else, wrote novel after novel. American Underground is his seventh, and twines Lombardo’s hard-won spiritual and political experience into a fuse for an explosive finale. He now resides in Santa Rosa, California.

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11 October 2013

Caruso, Gary: Our Souls to Keep

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Title: Our Souls to Keep

Author: Gary Caruso

Genre: Dark YA, Romantic Thriller 15+

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coverAfter seventeen-year-old Wake Reynolds agrees to sacrifice his soul to protect his suicidal mother from the fiery tortures of Hell, Satan strips him of his humanity and forces him to become a demonic collector of souls. With no memory of his human existence, Wake spends years in loyal service—but something within him is changing. His stolen human emotions are beginning to return.

As Wake struggles to keep his new sensations hidden, Satan orders him to corrupt the soul of a pregnant girl, Annemarie. Beautiful, gentle Annemarie. From the moment Wake sees her, she brings lightness to his blackened heart, dampening his loneliness, fueling his passion. If he chooses to defy Satan and spare the lives of Annemarie and her unborn child, his mother’s soul will writhe in Hell’s deepest pit for eternity. Annemarie or his mother? It’s a choice no one should have to make.


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AuthorGary Caruso lives in northern Virginia with his wife Jill, but their favorite place is in Ohio with their three beautiful grandchildren. Although Gary is exhilarated when he sits down to write, teaching middle school science is his first love. He’s passionate about empowering students to make thoughtful decisions and positive choices in life. Gary enjoys reading, especially fiction that blurs the line between what’s real and what’s fantasy. He never imagined becoming a writer until an ordinary car ride on a spring day jolted an unlikely thought into his head. Gary’s early experience writing is a reminder that no matter how intimidating the challenge, action and determination are the foundations for fulfilling any dream. Gary has an insatiable love for writing, a blessing he’s excited to share with his readers.


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The crowd thins, eventually leaving Annemarie and me alone in the hallway. She gathers her books and turns, quicker than I expect. I can’t maneuver out of her way. Our collision is mild, but jarring enough to dislodge the books from her hands.

“I’m so sorry,” she says as she kneels to pick up her scattered books.

I should be helping her, but my eyes are fixed on her graceful movements. Her long brown hair has fallen to the side, exposing the back of her softly curved neck, and every reach for a stray book lengthens her back and shoulders, inviting my touch. From the lowest point, just above the waist of her jeans, the tip of my finger would snake upward, navigating the gentle ridge of her spine until my hand laces through the richness of her flowing hair.

She tilts her head upward and grins at me. “Are you okay?”

Her voice snaps me from my fantasy. “Me? Yeah, I’m…fine. Oh, god. I’m so sorry. I should be picking up your books. You’re…you know.” I point feeble-mindedly at her extended stomach.

“Pregnant,” she says as she stands and straightens her blouse. “It’s all right to say it. I already know.”

The tip of her tongue unknowingly caresses her lower lip and the gentle arc of her full upper lip stretches, the smallest amount, as a smile slowly radiates across her flushed cheeks. These emotions, human, raw and…hormonal, forgotten for so long, now my only hope for clear thought is to suppress them. This has to be one of Satan’s sadistic jokes.

I laugh from embarrassment, but it’s the first time, in too long, that the sound of untempered, unrestrained joy bubbles from my heart. How can she have this warming effect on me? I want to say something cute and funny, but my mind is a hornet’s nest of scrambled thoughts.

“You look familiar,” she says. “Do we have a class together?”

I gaze into her hazel eyes. I must appear flustered because she tilts her head and grins.

“No. I mean, I don’t know. Today is my first day at this school.”

“Great. Welcome to RooseveltHigh School. My name is Annemarie.”

“I’m Wake.”

“Wake? That’s an interesting name.”

“Yeah, I know. It sounds like a funeral.”

“I like it. But I have to go. My little guy keeps pushing on my bladder. Lately, I have to use the restroom between every class.” She covers her mouth as if she gave too much information to someone she just met, but her joyful eyes can’t hide the smile hidden behind her hand.

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” She starts to hurry away, but looks over her shoulder. “See you later, Wake.”

I wave like an embarrassed adolescent. What a lousy first impression. I sounded like a bumbling, immature little boy.

I watch as she continues down the hall. I’ve seen other pregnant women before. They were clumsy, out of balance from carrying extra weight in front. But not Annemarie. Her steps are graceful and refined, like she’s gliding on a frozen pond. The gentle curves of her hips have remained slender, and sway hypnotically side-to-side in a rhythm that matches the drumming of my heart.

What am I thinking? Mooning about like a lovesick teenager. I can’t let my physical attraction for Annemarie erode the resolve I’ll need to complete this assignment. Yet, she’s the most beautiful… Does she even know how she makes me feel…how human? I’m stuck in a moment reserved for young love. There’s nothing merciful about denying the uninhibited excitement coursing through every inch of my body, but my plan is already in motion. The fate of my mother’s soul is in my hands. As much as I hate myself for thinking it, Annemarie’s beauty has to be extinguished. I have to collect her. I know Satan is convinced these human emotions will help, but right now, I wish I was a stone-cold demon. It would make it a lot easier to incinerate her goodness from the earth.

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11 October 2013

Silber, N.M.: The Home Court Advantage (Lawyers in Love #2)


Title: The Home Court Advantage (Lawyers in Love #2)

Author: N.M. Silber

Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy/Light Adult Contemporary Romance (18+)

Publication Date: November 19, 2013

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Publisher: Mendelssohn Levy Publishing

Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.



Once upon a time, two lawyers fell in love across a courtroom …

Gabrielle and Braden have fallen in love and face a bright future together if they can just survive all of the crazy people they encounter, like anonymous napkin droppers, UFO enthusiasts, crooked businessmen, nude drunk drivers, and a woman who tries to break into jail. When the gavel falls will the verdict be happily ever after?

Come join the fun as the sexiest couple in the Philadelphia Criminal Court System shares more witty banter and red hot lovin’ with a dash of mystery thrown in. The story that began with The Law of Attraction concludes with lots of love and laughter in The Home Court Advantage.

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About the Author:

Author Pic ~ N.M. SilberOnce upon a time … N.M. Silber was a criminal defense attorney who got up each morning, donned her power suit and sensible pumps, downed a gallon of coffee and set out to “fight the good fight” while trying to not go insane. Having a dark sense of humor and a sarcastic wit helped — a lot. Another thing that helped was reading. As escapism was the goal, she liked to read romance novels, especially really funny ones and really sexy ones. Then one day something beautiful happened — she read one that was both funny and sexy at the same time. She hung up her power suit, put away her sensible pumps and moved her coffee mug to her computer. Now she writes funny and smutty romance novels herself and she lives happily ever after.

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10 October 2013

Ashley, Victoria: Wake Up Call

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wake up call new 2My heart stopped and suddenly it was hard to breathe. His voice always had that effect on me. It was like poison slowly running through my veins killing me bit by bit. Like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of even though I was almost down to my last breath.

Jace took a step forward and grabbed my hand. He slowly trailed his fingers over my face and backed me into the wall. My heart stopped again if that was even possible. “You can’t leave,” he whispered. “I need you.” His warm breath kissed my lips as he bit his bottom lip and placed both of his hands around my face. They were warm and soft to the touch. Too big for my fragile face, although I wanted to bury myself in them. “Breathe. There is no one here but the two of us. Breathe,” he whispered.

Avery Hale had spent her whole childhood abused by her drunken, hopped-up parents. Broken from a lifetime of hate and pain she grew up realizing that trust and love just didn’t exist. Not in her world at least.

After turning the age of eighteen, she packed up and moved far away determined to escape her hurtful past and start a new life. Once on her own she comes to the conclusion that the emptiness still exist. Doing what she had to to survive she found herself mixed up in exotic dancing and meaningless sexual relationships unable to feel anything, for anyone. She was sure that her life was worthless and there was nothing left for her. Or, she thought.

After meeting a beautiful stranger, jace, her life suddenly is turned upside down. Everything that she truly believed suddenly gets questioned and then she is left to figure out if there is really more to her than she could ever have imagined. Jace, having some secrets of his own puts the pain of his own past behind to do what he can to help Avery. Can the love of another broken person be enough to help Avery, or is she already too far gone?

Avery’s life is pulled in many directions as she tries to find herself, and not everyone and thing is what they seem to be in this story of love, trust and opening up. Finding herself and learning to love herself might just be the hardest thing she’s ever had to do.


I took a deep breath, leaning against the back of the shower. Was it really that obvious? “I’m fine. I’m just tired and-“

“You’re not fine,” he cut in. “And I can’t promise that everything will work out for you, but I can promise you that I will be there to pick up the pieces if they don’t.” He stepped up to the shower and ran his hand over the curtain, his eyes glued to mine. “I keep my promises.”

My heart sped up, listening to his heavy breathing from outside of the thin curtain.

Suddenly, thoughts of Jace naked and sharing a shower with me clouded my mind and it was the only thing that mattered at the moment. I not only needed him, but I wanted him. I couldn’t deny that fact anymore. The only thing that had been stopping me before was that I was scared. Scared of hurting Jace or possibly even myself.

“I care about?”

Jace’s words trailed off as I slowly opened the curtain and gazed into his beautiful eyes.

He stood there looking shocked and confused as I reached out and grabbed his hand. I slowly trailed my fingertips over his hand, as I looked him in the eye. He was so beautiful. Inside and out.

Not a word was spoken as he stepped into the shower, still wearing his briefs and placed his hands on my face. His hands trembled as he slowly ran a finger down to my lip and bit his own. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed. “I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy.”

My heartbeat skyrocketed and my legs became weak as he leaned in and pressed his tender lips against mine. His touch was so sensual and the taste of his mouth was sweeter than sugar, causing me to run my tongue over his lips to get a better taste.

I watched, holding my breath, as the water dripped over his perfect body, soaking the briefs that he still wore. It turned me on.

The whole room suddenly spun around us as my hands trailed over his bare chest, rubbing his smooth flesh, before resting on the outside of his wet briefs. The feel of his hardness made me moan.

I felt my body start to shake uncontrollably as he gripped my wet hips and swung me toward the back wall with passion in his eyes.

We both let out a low moan as he pressed me into the shower wall and roughly bit my bottom lip. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this?” he questioned running his hands up my face. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

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me at fattysVictoria Ashley is an author from Rockford, IL. She wrote her first novel in 2011 after finding an app on her phone that allowed writers to upload their own work. After finding her passion in writing she then moved on to publish her first novel Wake Up Call, which has been viewed over thirteen million times and plans to continue working hard to publish more in the near future. She’s a sucker for tattooed bad boys that are just understood and would spend all day reading books about them if she had the chance. She also enjoys watching her favorite shows The Vampire Diaries, Dexter and True Blood. A Chicken and Ranch addict.

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10 October 2013

Crowe, Melissa: The Beast Within Novellas


Title: The Beast Within

Series: The Beast Within Novellas #1

Author: Melissa Crowe

Publication Date: 5th June 2012

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Karina’s world is turned upside down when she meets the sexy and mysterious Xavier. Something powerful and sensual is unlocked from inside her that she cannot explain and seems to have little control over.

With Xavier’s help, Karina discovers she is a Tuatha De Danann, celtic faeries long thought to have been eradicated. Xavier’s insistence on making her believe troubles Karina, what dangerous secret is he keeping from her? Can her ex-partner Ian save her before it’s too late?

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Title: Haunted

Series: The Beast Within Novellas #2

Author: Melissa Crowe

Publication Date: 25th December 2012

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Karina has now discovered her abilities, but this only puts her in further danger. With a 600 year old lycanthrope thirsting for her blood, Ian must summon the help of his brother Ronan, the keeper of the Spear of Victory, a treasure sacred to the Tuatha De Danann.

Can the two Guardians protect Karina, or will her secret ultimately bring destruction upon them all?

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Title: Journey

Series: The Beast Within Novellas #3

Author: Melissa Crowe

Publication Date: 20th September 2013

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Ian has been summoned by the Goddess Danu to the Otherworld, and Karina will not let him go without a fight. With a Tutha De Danann that is unable to cross water, getting from Australia to Ireland will make for an interesting journey.

Supernatural beings, sworn enemies and the full moon are only half of the risk as they try to cross three continents. Drug smuggling, guerrilla kidnapping and lycans on the prowl will hamper their travels.

Davarus, self-proclaimed King of the lycanthropes is building an army and on the move. Danger faces these forbidden lovers at every turn.

Would you travel to the ends of the earth for the one you love?

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I am from Wollongong, New South Wales, Australia. I have been a lover of Paranormal and strong powerful women all my life and now am lucky enough to put the two together and share it with the world. In 2009 I started writing and have not looked back.

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Excerpt from “The Beast Within”

“Tell me more about these Tuatha De Danann.” Karina whispered as she sat back down in her seat.

Xavier was silent for a moment taking in Karina’s face again. “What do you want to know?”

“What are they?”

“Celtic faeries, I told you.”

Karina laughed nervously and shifted uncomfortably in her chair, she was trying to listen to what Xavier was telling her but it was all sounding farfetched.

“What do you imagine when I say the word faerie?” he asked her. “Diminutive pixies that live in toadstool houses? Tinkerbell? They are all children story characters, works of fiction. The Tuatha De Danann were fierce warriors, a race of nomads who broke away from the Pelasgians in 1900 B.C. They left Greece and called themselves the Tuatha De Danann and migrated north, eventually settling in Ireland. They took with them their four sacred treasures, The Stone of Virtue, the Sword of Lugh, the Spear of Victory and the Cauldron of the Gods.”

“You think I look like Danu? That’s why you called me Tuatha; you think I’m one of them?”

“It’s a strange coincidence that you have been named Tuatha, and you share a striking resemblance to them.” Xavier replied.

Karina shook her head. “But I’m no warrior; I can’t go into an elevator without hyperventilating. I’m a doormat, people walk all over me all the time. I have spent my whole life doing what other people tell me to do, what I think will make them happy.”

Xavier smirked, “You can’t go in the water either.”

“But you said the Tuatha De Danann arrived in Ireland in a mist. They would have had to travel over water,” she pointed out.

“That was part of the spell Manannan put on them. They could only live on the hill and in their Otherworld fortress.”

“Why are you no good for me Xavier?” her fingers ran through his hair playfully.

“You haven’t worked it out yet?” his mouth pulled up on one side.

She shook her head, “No. Tell me.”

“Do you wonder why I bring out the aggression in you? Feelings you didn’t think you were capable of.”

Karina nodded.

“It’s because of what you are Karina. You need to embrace it.”

Karina rolled her eyes, “The faeries again. Do you know how much trouble that caused with my family? They believe that Tuatha is a nickname my Grandmothers wayward
Great Aunt, called her bastard daughter. Apparently I look like her so they decided to call me Tuatha because they thought it would be cute!”

“Your family have no idea?” Xavier’s eyes lit up.

“Not that they are telling me, but my mother is avoiding my calls now and will barely speak to me so I dare say they have an idea about something. Let me guess Xavier, you’re one too?”

He smiled trying to fight back a laugh, “No, I’m definitely not.”

“Then what are you? What is it about you that gets under my skin, and in my head?”

Xavier laughed, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” and he moved from the table but Karina pushed him back. “Tell me,” she demanded.

Excerpt from “Haunted”

Ian held Antonio’s attention and Ronan ran to Karina. Taking a knife from a sheath strapped to his ankle, he cut through the ropes that kept her captive against the tree. As the bounds fell to the ground, she moved her arms, trying to assist the circulation. She winced and held her elbow. “You’re hurt,” Ronan commented.

“I’ll be fine,” Karina growled.

He nodded and handed her his spear, “Don’t let me down girlie.”

When the ancient timber touched Karina’s hands, she felt the power course through her. An unbelievable rush that made her forget her ailments and strengthen every fibre inside her. Karina took a few long deep breaths to focus. She looked to Antonio and the beating he was inflicting on Ian, the man she loved, the one who would die to protect her. She spun the spear around her hand and adjusted her grip before she ran at the lycanthrope that was here to kill her.

When she was a few feet away, Karina stabbed her weapon into the earth and leveraged herself, kicking Antonio in the face. The impact sending him sailing backward through the air and landing on his back with a loud thud as the air rushed from his lungs. Ian stood frozen, looking at Karina “Are you ok?”

Karina’s lip twitched up on one side and she pushed Ian back and moved her body in front of his, protecting him from Antonio. He had now changed into his lycanthrope form and swung a gnarled hairy claw which connected with Karina’s arm, leaving a long gash that ran from her shoulder to her good elbow. Karina cried out in pain and clutched her wound. Ian pulled her toward him “Karina!” he gasped. As the beast before them snarled and took another swipe. Ian was able to pull Karina out of the way and he waited for retaliation.

She looked at Ian and grimaced through the pain. “I’m ok,” she assured. “I’m going to finish this,” and she kicked the Spear of Victory from the ground up into her hands and swaggered toward the monster that was Antonio. “You want me, come and get me,” she jeered.

“Karina, no!” Ian started but Ronan held him back.

“No brother, she has to do this.”

A voice spoke in Karina’s head. So you have finally worked out that you are not strong enough for me. That only the descendant of Danu possesses the strength to take on an ancient being. Karina ignored the agony she was in and the protests from her body and started stalking Antonio. They circled each other and Karina twirled her weapon around her hands. You know how this will end Karina why not give yourself over to me now.

“Never!” Karina shouted and lunged toward the lycanthrope that thirsted for her blood.


Excerpt from “Journey”

The car was dangerously silent as it sped south through the countryside. Karina’s eyes didn’t move from Aedan’s silhouette as he concentrated on the road ahead. Lines of worry were forming around his eyes. In the back with her, Ian and Lorcan drifted in and out of consciousness as Lakeyn drove. How dare he order me around, she thought, and what exactly did he mean by her and Ian meeting our fate?

“Are you going to speak to me or continue to throw visual daggers at me?” He asked turning around.

“Let’s get one thing straight. You don’t order me around.”

“If you weren’t hell bent of trying to get yourself killed then I wouldn’t have to.”

Karina’s mouth dropped open. “I’m not trying to get myself killed!”

Aedan raised his eyebrows. “In the last few hours you have attempted to swim across the North Channel through a swarm of Lion’s Mane jellyfish, tried to slit your wrists, went toe to toe with a lycanthrope and wanted to run into the night, on the full moon, looking for a Guardian.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed. “You should have been with me for the last few weeks then.”

He shook his head and laughed. “You are like no Tuatha De Danann I have ever met. I’ll give you that.”

“Until a year ago I hadn’t even heard of the Danann, so excuse me if I don’t conform to protocol.”

Lakeyn let out a deep belly laugh and Aedan joined him. Karina blushed with embarrassment.

“You’re in for a surprise,” Lakeyn commented. The two continued to laugh at Karina’s expense a little longer before Lakeyn turned the car around and stopped.

“What are we doing?”

“Just checking,” Lakeyn answered as he stepped out of the car and listened.

“I don’t feel anything,” Karina said and looked out into the night as her fingers tightened around the handle of Ian’s blade. Her knees was bouncing with anticipation, they were so close she could sense it. Something was urging her to continue on. Lakeyn strode away from the car and began to jog. Aedan undid his seatbelt and turned to Karina. “Stay here.”

“Yeah right,” she scoffed and opened the door.

Aedan followed Lakeyn and Karina looked around. The moon was high above and illuminated the landscape. A man was lying in the field and Lakeyn was now at his side trying to rouse him. Aedan stopped and turned to Karina, his face was sympathetic and she knew it must be Noah. Running down the hill she joined them.

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10 October 2013

Carmel, Marissa: Strip Me Bare


Title: Strip Me Bare

Author: Marissa Carmel

Release Day: October 10, 2013

Genre: New Adult

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Cover“I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare.”

Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone?

Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to and her virginity to. So imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male reviews as Jack the Stripper.

Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again. But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle. She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City?


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Author picMarissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.



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Chapter One:

You Don’t Know Jack

Pink plastic penises.

That’s what’s bouncing around like two alien antennas on top of my cousin Emily’s head. Two, pink, rubbery penises attached to a cheap headband.

I don’t know how people celebrate bachelorette parties in other parts of the world, but in the North East they dress the bride-to-be in sashes and tiaras, force them to wear pink penis paraphernalia and sacrifice them to male exotic dancers. Emily doesn’t seem to mind though. She’s sipping champagne happily in the back of an Escalade stretch limo as we drive through New York City.

“Alana,” says Jill, Emily’s maid of honor whose personality is just as fiery as her red hair, “we were taking bets as to whether you were going to come or not.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask curiously.

“I don’t know?” she holds her hands up like she’s balancing a pair of scales. “Cutting a year long trip to Europe short or staying and hanging out with all those hotties on the French Riviera?”

“Sun and Speedos get old after a while,” I joke.

“Well maybe some American Speedos will revive your interest?”

“I doubt it.”

“Is the straight-laced Alana Remington too prim and proper for a male strip show?” Jill digs.

“She’s only prim and proper on the outside,” Emily jumps in, defending me.

Thanks Em, but I can take care of myself.

“Why would you say that? I’m here aren’t I?” I interject. “I’m just not partial to tiny male underwear. And I think the politically correct term is Male Revue.

“Whatever,” Jill laughs at me. “This is the perfect night to let your hair down and get a little action between your legs.”

“Jill!” Emily chastises. “They don’t sleep with you.”

“I’m sure if you paid them enough they would.”

“You’re so crude,” Emily says.

“I’m just real. And I’m pretty sure all they’d have to do is take one look at Alana’s blonde hair, brown eyes and long legs and they’d pay to sleep with her.”

“Well just don’t let my father find out if that happens,” I say dryly. “I don’t think he’d respond well to me pimping myself out.”

“I have a feeling you don’t need monetary transactions for sex,” Jill pours herself a glass of champagne as we haul down 5th Avenue.

I glance at Emily and she gives me a sympathetic look.

“Where did you tell him we were going tonight anyway?” Emily giggles, her bright blue eyes sparkling, her long dark hair pouring over her shoulders. She’s five foot two and one hundred pounds soaking wet, but she has the persona of a supermodel; beautiful, confident, sexy, fun.

“I told him we were having an early dinner, then seeing a Broadway show. I almost choked on my granola when he asked me which one. Most of the time, he barely recognizes I’m alive, but of course the one time I’m not prepared with a cover story, he catches me,” I shift around in the cream leather seat, trying pull down the clingy hem of my gold pleated tube dress without much success; if I’m not careful I’m going to end up giving everyone a pre-show.

“So a male strip club would have been a no-go with him, huh?” Jill asks sarcastically.

“Like I need to answer that.”

I’ve known Jill most of my life and she’s fully aware of my family situation; my father, the strict, detached man who has stern expectations of his daughter, which includes an impeccable social image. Me, going to a male strip club? No-go is a drastic understatement, and she knows it.

“My uncle has very firm views about how his daughter should act,” Emily says annoyed. “What she should wear, who she should date, how she should breathe. And he’s colder than damn ice. I swear I don’t know how our fathers share the same DNA.” Both our fathers are prestigious figures in the law community. Mine is a superior court judge in New Jersey while Emily’s is a big shot lawyer in New York City. They both have a reputation to uphold, but my Uncle John is very personable and laid back and he and Emily have a great relationship. My father is the exact opposite; stringent, disconnected, career driven. I don’t even think he has emotions. And we have no relationship.

“So no little lost strippers following you home then?”

Jill,” I roll my eyes.

“Not unless they have a seven figure paycheck and republicans as parents,” Emily adds wryly.

Everyone in the limo looks at me and I’m not exactly sure what they’re thinking; it’s probably a toss-up. They either feel incredibly sorry for me or think I’m some tight ass who’s going to ruin the fun. If they take one look at my dress they should know it’s not the latter.

As we drive through Times Square, the lights on the billboards are flashing and droves of people are walking. The city is always so alive, bustling, moving, churning. I love it here. And I’ll love it even more when I live here. I start law school in three months, and I can’t wait.

It’s nearly eight o’clock when the limo pulls up to Culture, the only all male ladies club in the world. At least, that’s what the website boasts. Already, the line is around the corner with eager women waiting to get in. All six of us step out of the limo into the New York air. Along with Emily, Jill and I, there’s Beth and Liz the groom’s two sisters and one of Emily’s roommates from college, Jen. The smell of hot dogs and pretzels drift in the breeze from the street vendors as we make our way up the sidewalk. There’s a secondary entrance that has a street sign with several shirtless men that reads ‘Male Revue’, and when I look closer I catch some fine print scribbled on the bottom that says ‘lip smackin’ dick’.

Oh man, maybe I am too straight laced for this.

Emily nudges me as we wait in line for the doors to open. “Sorry about Jill,” she whispers.

“Why are you apologizing? She’s right,” I cross my arms. “I do need some action between my legs, I just have to build up enough nerve to actually let someone in.”

“That’s not the only place you need to let someone in.”

I bristle, “Em, I don’t want to dwell on my past. At least not tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” she concedes, the penises bobbling on her head.

“Are you going to wear those things all night?” I ask incredulously.

“No, I’m just going to wait until Jill is drunk enough not to notice I took them off.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be wearing them for too long then.”

Emily nods zealously in agreement. I think she likes the shock value of her headband a little too much.

It’s early May, so the temperature in the city is comfortable. No one needs jackets or scarfs or pants, and I think even underwear is optional. As the line behind us grows rapidly the bouncer finally gives the okay to go inside. I’m bouncing in my shoes trying to muster enough nerve to actually walk through the door. I’m a little out of my element here. We file in one behind the other, all walking carefully down the dark stairwell in our designer heels, making our way into the club’s private room..

The room is dark but not cold; there are black leather couches and coffee tables spread out in front of a small stage that’s maybe a foot off the ground. Very intimate, very close and very personal. We all sit down on an L-shaped sofa to the right of the stage, and a few moments later someone is popping open a bottle of champagne and handing out plastic cups with pink bubbly liquid in it. I’m suddenly all nerves as the realization of what’s about to happen kicks in. I gulp the champagne; I don’t think I am going to like this one bit. I glance around anxiously at all the excited women in the room. A few have sashes or tiaras that say bachelorette or birthday girl. Emily fits right in with her headband. She seems relaxed; I think I’d be hyperventilating knowing some guy is going be grinding all over me in a few minutes.

I take another sip of champagne.

I watch the bartenders as they mix drinks behind the bar, hear the muted conversations of the girls around me and feel the temperature rise as the room fills to capacity.

What the hell am I doing? Just before I get up to go get some air, a smooth male voice washes over the crowd. “Ladies, ladies, ladies,” the MC announces. Shit. He’s short, with caramel colored skin and big green eyes; very handsome and very charismatic. He introduces himself as Hugo, walking back and forth across the stage like he owns it. He tells a few dirty jokes to warm up the crowd, some of the women firing back fueling his raunchy lip service. “Okay my fine females, this is what’s going to happen,” he says with a tantalizing edge to his tone. “There will a group performance and then private dances, and then one on one time, where,” he smiles wickedly, “you get to mingle with all the fellas.”

I really think I need a cigarette.

Hugo tosses the mic to someone on the side of the stage then disappears behind a door to the left that’s barely noticeable. It’s been painted black to blend in with the wall. The DJ pumps a hard core club mix of Rihanna’s Rude Boy, while smoke blows over us from different corners of the room, it’s cold and smells bitter. Then that little back door swings open and four men with no shirts, ripped bodies, and black tuxedo pants file out, bumping to the music. The room goes absolutely berserk. Women start screaming, bouncing up and down and waiving dollar bills over their heads as the four guys bump and grind and hump around the stage in a sexed up routine. They’re hot, there’s no denying it, but I can’t help but wonder how anyone can do this? Don’t they feel like a slab of raw meat?

When the Chippendales’ demonstration is done, the dancers disappear into the camouflaged door, leaving the crowd hot and bothered and apparently ready for more. The lady sitting in front of us is actually panting. Really?

I glance at Emily as Hugo reappears. It looks like she’s really getting into this, which I’m silently thankful for. Emily’s not a prude by any means, but I think even this could definitely push her limits. It’s certainly pushing mine, and I’m just watching.

Hugo calls the first bachelorette onto the stage. Lila, I think her name is. She’s a cute young girl, almost innocent looking. She’s wearing a tiara and a pink sash that says bachelorette. Her fake blond hair is loose with curls and she has on a white button up shirt and jeans. Not very club couture, but whatever. Her entire party is called up on stage with her, and Hugo instructs them to decorate her body with dollar bills. The group sticks money where ever they can, in her pants pockets, between the buttons of her shirt, in her collar and under her sash; she looks a walking ATM by the time they’re done. Then Lila sits down on a folding chair on stage. The DJ hits the music again, a fast version of Sean Paul’s Temperature pumps through the speakers as a guy dressed in a cop’s uniform explodes onto the stage, all high energy and sexual, popping his body as he jumps right in front of the Lila. He looks legit in his navy blue uniform, aviator sunglasses and officers cap. Sergeant Striptease wastes no time working it; he gets right in Lila’s face, bumping his junk to the rhythm of the music.

I can’t believe I’m watching this, I think as I down more champagne.

He rips his shirt off displaying his defined chest and six pack abs, then he straddles Lila with his face towards the crowd, taking her hands he runs them down his front, over his pecs, stomach and hips. His skin glistens under the stage lights.

I’m not really sure what’s more shocking, the stage show or the reaction it’s getting. Women are bouncing exuberantly on the leather seats, shrieking and clapping almost like a bomb went off.

Sergeant Striptease then stands Lila up and rubs himself all over her; moving up and down against her body, grabbing the dollar bills out of her shirt with his teeth. Lila laughs nervously as she holds on to him by his very nice shoulders. Very, nice shoulders. Then he does something that takes everyone, especially Lila, by surprise. He grabs her waist and flips her upside down, her crotch ending up right in his face. He slashes his tongue between her legs, causing most of the women in the room to scream.

Like, bloodcurdling screams.

I’m not even capable of an auditory response; my vocal cords have shorted out and my jaw has dropped to the floor.


Then he puts her down and whispers in her ear, she nods back at him with a smile; her eyes wide and alight. He sits her back down in the chair and proceeds to take off the rest of his clothes, which is actually just a quick tug of his pants. All he has on underneath is a black g-string with, holy shit, tassels covering his penis. Where do you even find a get up like that? He does one more bump and grind on Lila, practically naked, and then the show is over.

Emily looks over at me. Her eyebrows lifted high like she can’t believe what she just witnessed.

“Yeah girl, that’s all you,” I yell to her over the music and she laughs.

I wonder how much laughing she’s going to do when it’s her on that stage?

Hugo reappears, announcing the next girl, Holly, and she looks absolutely petrified. She too, has blonde hair, but I think it’s natural; no dark roots. She’s wearing a white eyelet dress and fresh faced makeup. She looks almost virginal and I feel sorry for her already.

Holly sits in the folding chair, wound tighter than a spring and littered with dollar bills all over her body. I couldn’t do it. I could never sit up there and have some guy I don’t know hump all over me. It would just feel wrong. For me. I admire the other women in the room who are rearing to go. Maybe I am a prude?

The lights dim as Holly sits alone on the stage, but no one comes out the camouflaged door. There’s low haunting music playing and smoke curling up from the floor. Then I notice Holly’s face. She’s gone pale. Everyone turns around to see what she’s looking at. And there, sauntering toward the stage is a guy dressed in black leather pants and a mask covering his whole head, a whip in his hand.

Holy BDSM.

“Ladies, the Dominator,” Hugo announces and Holly absolutely shits. I can’t say I blame her. All I want to do is run up there and rescue her.

The Dominator gets onto the stage and starts doing a seductive dance over Holly, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back as he straddles her with his mask on.

My mind goes numb as I watch; it feels like an out of body experience it’s so far out of my sexual scope of understanding. The Dominator then pulls Holly to her feet, bends her over and starts smacking her ass, hard. Then he mercilessly pumps her from behind and I have to look away.

I think I’m scarred for life.

After that he sits her back down in the chair. It looks like she’s just smoked up, she’s so starry eyed. Then he rips off his mask and starts again with the intense humping; his crotch right in her face. Good lord.

He’s not bad looking with his bald head, big light eyes and a really nice smile. Like, really nice. Almost endearing, which is weird.

Then he does something that actually impresses me. Somehow, he gets his feet over her head, planting them against the back wall of the stage, his ass facing the crowd and humps her from upside down. For a guy who’s tall, bulky and muscled, he’s limber, I’ll give him that. Then he kicks himself down and pulls Holly to her feet. He picks out all the dollar bills with his teeth, and then plants a huge kiss on her cheek. She was a damn good sport. I would have bolted the moment I saw him walking my way. Given you could actually pay me enough to get up on that stage in the first place.

Now it’s Emily’s turn.

“Okay ladies,” the charming Hugo announces. “You’re in for a real treat,” he says as Jill, Beth, Liz, Jen and I dress Emily in dollar bills. She’s by far sexiest and most trendily dressed girl in the room. She has on a tight black body suit that’s short sleeved and high collared. A flared mini skirt and a pair of black stockings that give the illusion of thigh highs; hooch couture is what I call it. With her tiny little frame she rocks the outfit perfectly. We were able to get twice as many dollar bills on Emily compared to the other girls. Even her black bootie high heels have Washington’s sticking out of them. She looks like a scarecrow stuffed with green straw.

“Next up is one of our premier dancers. So get ready, set, wet for Jack the Stripper!” he says as he hops off the stage.

The beginning beats of Ginuwine’s Pony blasts through the speakers as a shirtless guy with a cowboy hat and eye mask grooves his way out of the black door. Now him I could be into. He’s tall and lean, totally toned, with sun kissed skin and a hot looking mouth. Emily got lucky with this one, thank God. I watch as he dances to the stage in a pair of loose fitting blue jeans with rips in the thighs and knees, the elastic of his underwear peeking above the waist of his pants. As soon as Emily sees him, a big smile spreads across her face and I breathe a sigh of relief. She’s into him. And seriously, who wouldn’t be?

The melody changes to a house rendition of As Long As You Love Me and Jack the Stripper moves seductively to the beat of the music, grinding sensually on Emily; his fluid body undulating all over her. I’ll admit, I’ve never equated Justin Bieber to stripper music, but this guy makes it work, and damn can he move. My mouth is getting dry just watching this. The entire room is responding to him; pleasured screams and erotic moans are echoing from every which way as he works Emily on stage. No wonder Hugo called him premier; it’s as if he knows exactly what a woman wants and exactly how to give it to her. He’s already broken down the entire room with just his confidence and sexuality. That’s impressive.

In the middle of his dance, with his hat and eye mask still on, he lifts Emily’s chair, with her still in it, and flips her up and around, inducing screams and shouts from the audience. With a big smile he places her back down, and then starts to undo his pants, teasing her and us with glimpses of his ass. Before he drops his jeans he rips off his hat and flings it into the crowd revealing thick, brown hair that’s short on the sides and longer on top; his bangs spilling over his forehead hipster style. Hot. Then he kneels in front of Emily, only his side profile visible. He whispers something into her ear, she glances at him oddly then slides two fingers under his eye mask; she rips it off and turns white. I can’t really see his face from my angle, but whoever he is, he spooked her. They both seem to freeze for a fraction of a second; his back muscles tensing. What the hell is going on? Then she nods her head yes, as if encouraging him on. He stands up, faces the crowed and proceeds to take off his pants. That’s when my heart drops dead in my chest. I glance at Emily and she’s staring straight at me, a manifold of emotions churning on her face because we both just witnessed my past strip to life.

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9 October 2013

Rae, Alicia: My Beautiful, The Beautiful Series #2

Cover ~ My Beautiful

Title: My Beautiful (The Beautiful Series #2)

Author: Alicia Rae

Genre: Contemporary Romance 18+

Publication Date: October 29, 2013

Cover Design: Okay Creations

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Still trying to recover from a tragic loss, Lily’s worst fear is falling in love. Distancing herself from everyone is the only way she can keep heartache away.

Deep down though, Lily realizes that living without Kyle is too painful. She finds strength in Kyle’s arms, and he gives her the courage to face her past. With every step forward, Lily continues to nurture and mend her damaged heart.

Just when Lily feels closure within her grasp, secrets from the past finally catch up with her, and Lily will discover that more than her heart is on the line.

Will love be enough to save Lily?

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About the Author

Author picAlicia Rae is a Contemporary Romance Author who lives in Dekalb, Illinois, with her husband and three beautiful boys. Alicia has a passion for reading all types of romance, writing to bring a story to life, and photography.

Thank you to my dear sister, Kels, who showed me a few years ago how much I truly missed reading. And to my loving husband, for not throwing away my Nook, and planting the seed of writing into my mind. I am forever grateful. Xo

Readers, words cannot thank you enough for supporting me along this incredible journey. I hope you enjoy my novels as much as I do writing them. I thank each and every one of you.

Believe in yourself and follow your dreams…

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