NEW RELEASE: Unchaining You by Vic Tyler

RELEASE DATE: MAY 23rd

 

About the Book:

If he hates me for what happened 8 years ago, just imagine how he feels now…

Do I feel bad for accidentally hooking up with the one who broke my heart?

… No.

Should I feel bad for extorting him for a job that I need?

… Probably.

But like I said, I need the job.

Life’s kind to some people.

Exhibit A: Devon Leo

Hot, brooding loner in high school → hot, brooding billionaire tech tycoon who’s an international mans!ut.

Exhibit Me: Skylar Kay

Your everyday average nobody → college dropout, moonlighting stripper nobody who’s drowning in debt.

The least he can do for breaking my heart is give me a job.

Yeah, the one I blackmailed him for.

I just didn’t think the job was for a position under him.

I’ll have to be careful not to get under him. Again.

Because this time, his reputation isn’t just on the line.

My heart is.

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

Skylar

A slow, synth beat starts to thump, muted, from the speakers all around the dim room. I was hoping for something a little more upbeat since I’m running on three hours of sleep, and the velvety couches lining the walls of the VIP Room are starting to look like plush black clouds at this point of the night. If I strain my ears, I can hear the enthused and muffled whomp-whomp-whomp in the main room where everyone’s hunting — for money or attention.

The VIP Room is just quiet enough for the patrons sparsely spread throughout the area to converse with the dancers whose time they’re procuring hourly. Of course, some of them aren’t really looking for conversation.

Like Bill.

The pudgy, leering man sitting in front of me looks up hungrily as I lean forward to fill his vision with my heavy breasts. Even though they’re taped down securely, I’m still paranoid that the thin, elastic straps of my black, lacy bikini are going to snap, leaving me with no more than black, lacy pasties with sad, dangly tentacles.

I say ‘bikini,’ but it’s the kind you’d never wear in public unless you want to scandalize parents at the public pool and become a budding teenage boy’s first wet dream. The kind that would never survive a cannonball, and the one that makes your nightmare of seeing your bikini pieces floating up right next to you come true. More like a skinny dip-kini.

“Destiny.”

Bill holds out a few Andrew Jacksons, and I push my hip toward him so he can slip it into the side string of my thong. He takes his time, his dry fingers grazing roughly against my skin, taking advantage of the one opportunity during our time together that I let him touch me. After all, he’s more generous with his tips when I let him brush a feel or two during our hour.

Lowering my voice to a sultry hum, I purr, “Stay for a little longer, Bill.”

He chuckles in that not smooth way — the sound gutturally choked by his bubbling lust.

“Can’t tonight, baby.” He lowers his voice, trying to sound seductive. “Unless you want to come home with me.”

He arches his brow with a cheesy smile as his fingers touch his wallet.

It makes me feel dirty. Very, very dirty. And not in the sexy way.

For eight hours a night, a few nights a week, my sensitive bitties of skin are slapped on with cash like I’m a papier-mache project. I’m basically rolling around in money, and if you mix in a little paste, you can make a cash cast out of me. But let me tell you, the whole ‘rolling in dough’ thing is an idea that’s only appealing to be entertained theoretically.

I mean, money’s pretty gross if you think about it. You never know where it’s been. Stuffed in wallets, forgotten in pockets, hidden in shoes or bras, dropped in gasoline-laden puddles on the street, handled by greasy, pizza-oiled hands, rolled to snort coke, slid into a stripper’s asscrack.

The first time I went home with a huge stack of tips, I did it. I spread out a bed of green and laid down on it. It’s really not that exciting. But go ahead and try. And if you’re more like me than you are Ebenezer Scrooge, you’ll find out that carpeting your floor with money doesn’t make it any softer.

It’s still cold, hard cash. In a cold, hard world.

I fight the urge to scrunch my nose, instead lowering them to watch my manicured fingers walk up his white dress shirt, his suit jacket lying forgotten next to him to minimize the layers between us. “You know I can’t go home with customers.”

Can’t, won’t, don’t want to. What’s the difference? In the end, it’s not going to happen.

Some of my clients are sweethearts. Just lonely ones. But some men, like Bill, wave around their money using the carrot-and-stick approach. The cash being the carrot, and the stick being… well, their stick. When I say I don’t provide those services, they don’t back down.

They raise their offer.

Bill’s eyes travel over me as he continues fingering his bulge. The wallet, of course. It’s not the only thing bulging in his pants, but at least he knows which of the two I’m interested in, period.

The lines in his shoulders relax as he gives up for the night and leans back against the couch. His doughy cheeks pull back into a smile.

“Shame,” he drawls pointedly, hinting at how much I’m missing out.

Considering that chipmunk sized tent he’s pitching, I’m pretty confident I’m not missing out on much.

But I hood my eyes seductively and pout a little bit. “You can always stick around for a little longer. You know how much I love spending time with you.”

Ten months ago, I would’ve never imagined I could make a man empty his wallet just by changing where and how I look at him.

I still remember my first day at Starlette when Sage, the strip club’s house mom, pulled me back from making my awkward rounds waddling around the floor. It was my first wearing six-inch fuck-me heels when I’ve only ever worn two-inch-high Mary Janes for church.

She pursed her lips and said, “Honey, if these men wanted to look at a woman who looks as miserable as you do out there, they’d go home to their wives.”

She made a science out of flirtation and laughed when I whipped out my trusty pen and paper. Gave me a big “mhm, you do that” when I said I’d go research all about ‘the art of seduction.’

Even now, Sage likes to joke that her greatest accomplishment to date is turning “Sunday School Skye” turn into “Devilishly Dazzling Destiny.”

Flashing a toothy, hopeful smile, Bill changes tactic. “Then how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”

I’m obviously not going to get him to stay another hour tonight. Lowering my voice huskily, I brush back his hair with the lightest of touches. “Dating is against the rules. But you’ll be the first to know if that ever changes.”

My own rules. Nothing against the other dancers who do date their customers. Believe me, I heard some of the cute love stories shared in the back, and even I’ve dreamed about a sexy, respectful millionaire who can’t resist me after a crotch grind, a motorboat, or an hour of very fulfilling conversation in the half-nude who wants to get to know the real me. And then I remember my clientele includes… well… Bill and his ilk.

No offense. Bill behaves (most of the time), and some of my regulars are nice. But even if I were interested in any of them (which, spoiler alert, I’m not), my stomach doesn’t get all fluttery with butterflies when they’re talking about their wives and kids. A club isn’t exactly ideal breeding grounds for a relationship… or breeding.

That doesn’t mean I don’t pretend I want them. I do. I pretend hard.

Winking at Bill, I peel myself off the couch and straighten as I turn around, looking at him cutely over my shoulder. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to handle a heartbreaker like you.”

He chuckles low in the back of his throat. “Baby, I’d never break your heart.”

I feel a little bitter on behalf of his wife. She’s probably sitting home right now on a Wednesday night, helping their six-year-old son with his alphabets or maths or coloring homework, while he’s here, dishing out his paycheck for a few boob shimmies and butt rolls.

But I shouldn’t complain. After all, Bill is a platinum donor to the Skylar Kay Survival Foundation.

“You break my heart every time you leave.” I wink before walking away, swaying my hips and letting my ass shake.

A couple of wandering eyes flit over to me as I sashay through the room. This is about as private as it gets for those who don’t have enough dough to cough up for some actual one-on-one time in one of the Champagne Rooms.

Nothing sketchy happens back there, of course. At least, it’s not supposed to. But it’s not unusual for a dancer to take off her bikini top for the several extra hundreds she’s getting for the same hour-long session.

I’ve never, and I won’t ever. Not because I think I’m better than any of the other women (God knows I’m in just as much of a shithole, if not in a worse one, as some of them). But I’m just not that comfortable with exposing my nips to strangers who don’t even know my real name. Only my ex-boyfriend has ever seen my bare nipples, and that’s not going to change for any amount of money.

I envy the girls who dance here because they love flaunting their gorgeous bodies and basking in the spotlight. But I’m not one of them.

I love dancing — heck, I wanted to be a professional dancer — but I’d rather dance with clothes on and not on a stage with a pole on it. I’m a statistical cliche working here out of desperation.

“You can always come home with me,” Bill says optimistically, trying one last time as we head toward the exit. “You know I’ll take real good care of you.”

It does make me wonder whether men’s bedroom skills improve if they pay for sex. Do they try to make the most of their money? Or is it an easy done deal since the sex is an expectation?

I’d assume the latter.

Is it terrible that I assume they’re mediocre at sex? Maybe even bad at it? Horrible? The lose-faith-in-mankind’s-manhood kind of sex?

Either way, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been around one and a half naked guys. The second one was a Tinder date that finished with a handjob that lasted twenty seconds. We took a longer time taking our pants off. Not our clothes. Just our pants. Like I said, he didn’t even see my nipples.

Tinder Dude definitely made me lose faith in Tinder, and I haven’t even tried hooking up with anyone since. Why bother if I’m just a heated, fleshy replacement for some Kleenex?

At the door, the bouncer stands menacingly with his thick, meaty arms crossed, glaring at the pasty, Pillsbury Doughboy-esque businessman.

Bill knows the drill. He pulls his wallet out so fast, I would’ve missed it if I blinked.

I brush my fingers along his elbow as I press my boobs against his arm, drawing his attention to my cleavage.

“Come see me again, Bill,” I coo. “You know I’m here from Wednesday to Saturday, eight to four.”

Maybe I should become a camgirl instead. I got the script down pat.

Thanks for watching my strip show! Don’t forget to click on that Subscribe button to watch me fiddle my channel!

Bill doesn’t bother hiding his disappointment when I pull away, but the tease is what keeps him coming back every week.

“Destiny,” he murmurs, his eyes still glued to my tits. He raises them to wink at me. “You’ll warm up to me one day.”

Internally, I cringe. I really, really doubt it.

But winking with a perfectly practiced, sugary sweet smile, I croon, “See you next week, Bill.”

 

*This book is scheduled to be released 5/23/2019. Clicking on the above book cover will bring you to Vic Tyler’s Amazon page where you’ll be able to find the book once it’s available.

 

PROMO: The Fall of Arcades by Azriel Hope

Paranormal Romance – 505 Pages

About the Book:

Farrow Latimer, Prince of the Arcades:

I am the prince of darkness, the executioner and fallen angel royalty who is forbidden, love. No matter how many men or women I take to my bed none capture my heart.

As the Arcades teem with lust, debauchery, and destruction, I neither relish nor abhor my role as the most brutal of all and then I catch her….the small fairy halfling who changes my world.

Rayelynn Astraides, first daughter of the Commander of Landharn’s West Shore:

The fallen angels litter the skies coming to claim us. I am running from the monstrous man my father is to make me marry for failing battle school when they attack. Fallen angels are all about us and in my fear I tuck myself away.

There, beside the tree where I hide, he stands, tall, majestic, handsome… and deadly. He lets me run and I return to the battlefield to tend our wounded as I am a gifted healer. When the beguiling dark angel returns, he takes me as his prisoner.

I see such horror and sadness during my incarceration, but none greater than that which lies within the fallen prince who is disallowed love yet risks all for it.

The Fall of Arcades is an incredible love story with some dark elements, sexual situations, and several polyamorous characters… because when you’re an immortal an eternity of vanilla is just no fun.

Excerpt:

“Can I not wash myself?” I squealed, softly.

“No,” he smiled, “you cannot. Now sit.” He directed me to sit on a shelf carved into the rocks. “You like this more than you’re willing to admit, Rayelynn.” There was almost a reverence to the way he said my name.

I obeyed him because I was being suffocated by the intense unfamiliar feelings in my body’s most sacred places. My sex throbbed. If only he was as kind and gentle as he pretended, I would have submitted to him … and would have willing loved him, I think. I laughed inwardly, I was no better than the wanton girls at home. I knew nothing of him but that he was a vicious killer as were all of his kind. I had to admit, despite my prejudice, there was a greatness in the Prince of Arcades and a deep understanding nature that belied a tender heart. If only he was who he pretended to be.

He slowly spread my legs and began to soap my knees.

“Please,” I begged, nearly frantic.

He lathered soap along the knobs of my joints with an excruciating deliberateness, moving slowly to my shins, then feet, giving extra attention to the hard, calloused skin around my heels. I thrust my hand forward to stop him, but he easily caught it.

“I’ve already told you, your virtue is safe. Let me do this; I wouldn’t do it for most.” His eyes were bright and loving as they met mine and he released my hand to give greater attention to my feet. “Enjoy the fact that I hold you dear.”

*As always by clicking on the above cover it will bring you to the Amazon purchase page.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Mindy and I are both moms. We know what sleepless nights feel like. We know all about tantrums (no matter if they’re 2 or 18). We know what it’s like to hear pure child laughter.

One of us is married with a large household of help. The other is a single mom. We know there are all types of moms out there and we applaud you all. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it.

I know my kids started this thing tonight where they created a ‘restaurant’, even gave it a name. One took my dinner order. One made it. And they even told me they planned on doing it all weekend. Tomorrow’s dinner is already on the menu! They may forget, they may not, but they’re all 10 and under so it doesn’t matter. They made my night and that’s all that’s important.

Happy Mother’s Day!

~Jennifer

Review of Something Complicated (Dirty Southern Secrets #1) by J. L. Leslie

“In a town like Chapelwood, secrets are always exposed.”

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Length: 171 pages

POV: First Person

Description:

I thought I had it all. I lived in the perfect small town in Alabama. I married my high school sweetheart. We were expecting our first child together. Everything was falling into place.

Until it wasn’t.

Life gets complicated sometimes. You can be happily married one minute and divorced the next. You can become a single father to a newborn baby when that was never in your plans.

You can fall for your ex-wife’s best friend.

Yes, life gets complicated. Sometimes it takes something complicated to make everything else fall into place again.

**Something Complicated is book one in the Dirty Southern Secrets series. It is a standalone, full-length novel. It contains adult content, adult language, and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only.**

Mindy’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

Kaler Holt married his highschool sweetheart, had a baby girl and is now a single father. Kaler feels that his ex wife left because she didn’t want a daughter that has special needs. Kaler has made Willow his number one priority. Now that she is starting kindergarten the real struggle begins.

Jenna Winston grew up in this small town. Now that she landed the new kindergarten teacher job she knows that she is going to love her new career. When she learns Willow is going to be in her class she wonders why her best friend would ever leave her daughter behind.

Let me tell you I fell so hard for these characters. Willow is my absolute favorite. She has a presence about her that just makes her shine and everyone that is around her. I felt so many emotions as I read this book. Kaler is an absolute wonderful father to Willow. When his ex wife tries to come back into Willow’s life he has his guard up and Willow’s best interest in mind.

The overall problem with being from a small town means that everyone knows everything about you. When Kaler and Jenna finally realize they are more than friends and falling in love with each other they have to take on the wrath of the town. Everyone now knows that Jenna is sleeping with her best friends ex husband.

Something Complained is the first book in the Dirty Southern Secrets series from this author. I have been so excited waiting for this new series. J L. did not let me down with this one! I am so in love and cannot wait to read more!

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Review of The Rookie (Fire’s Edge #2) by Abigail Owen

“The deeper this goes, the more I’m sure.” 

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Suspense, Shifters

Length: 298 Pages

POV: Alternating First Person

Description:

To escape exile, Aidan Paytah has had to prove himself worthy. Every second of every damn day. He fought with everything he had to earn his precarious place on the Huracán team of dragon shifter enforcers. He can’t fail or afford distractions, no matter how temptingly sweet. Total loyalty to the clans and dedication to his team is the only way.

Sera Morrison lost her parents and her husband in short order, leaving her a single mother running her family winery alone. Nothing could ever have prepared her for the discovery that she’s a destined dragon mate. But once she finds out, there’s only one man she wants—the one who walks away.

However, the Alliance Council has its own agenda. They want to use her as a political pawn and force a mating that could ultimately kill her to save the High King. Aidan has no choice but to kidnap her, even if it means their close proximity reinforces their own mating bond. And mating with him could end up being a far worse fate for Sera….

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from Entangled Publishing the author.*

Sera didn’t want to know about dragons. She didn’t want to run a vineyard by herself, even if it once belonged to her family. She especially did not want to keep having dreams about a sexy dragon who wanted absolutely nothing to do with her in reality. What she wanted was to keep her son safe.

Aidan had been drawn toward Sera since the first time he’d met her. He couldn’t even sleep without seeing her in his dreams. But he was the orphan, the rookie, and he had to focus on proving himself to his team. He didn’t need the entanglements of a human woman.

Sera’s temper brought forth her dragon mate traits. It also meant she was a threat to her own son if she didn’t find her mate. Problem was she didn’t want to go to the Mating Council, she wanted Aidan to feel the same way she did toward him. She wanted him as a mate and a dad for her son.

The Mating Council got a little too excited to find out what Sera’s mark showed, but it was all too obvious their intentions, causing everything to go crazy. Add in someone obsessed with Sera who will betray his team and a unorthodox mating that will cause complications not only to Sera but her son.

The Rookie is a stubborn romance with sexy hot dreams turned reality, a stalker like suspense, and a storyline that will capture your attention. Fire’s Edge is a wonderfully entertaining series and I cannot wait to read more.

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PROMO: Policy of Truth by Scarlett Holloway

About the Book:

Five years ago, Tamra “Durty” Simon’s life was falling apart, and she
had a one-way ticket to six-feet under. And if it hadn’t been for the
Death’s Angels Motorcycle Club swooping in, dusting her off, and
transforming her into the badass biker she is today, she’d be taking a
dirt nap. Now, she has everything she ever wanted—or so she
thought.

Brett “Sting” Jackson is on a mission, and nothing is going to stop
him—not even the sexy, enticing female biker who makes him hard
with a single look. Too bad he’s lying and keeping secrets from her.
But the alternative could get her killed, and that’s not a risk he’s willing
to take.

It took Sting crashing into her life to make Durty realize there’s
something else in this world she wants to ride as hard as her bike—too
bad fate has other plans for them. When a rival club makes a move
against the Angels, all hell breaks loose. Lives will be lost, secrets will
be revealed, and lies will be exposed. Because in the motorcycle
world, lies may get you hurt, but the truth can get you killed.

 

About the Author:

Growing up on the Central Coast, Scarlett Holloway always dreamed of seeing her name on the cover of a book and on the New York Times Best Seller List. What better way than to bring part of her past onto the pages of a novel, as well as writing about issues that women face on a daily basis? When she is not in her bunny hole writing, she is a massage therapist, trying to help people through therapeutic healing. Scarlett is hopelessly devoted to her husband, who she lovingly calls her plot bunny, and is active in her teenage son’s life.

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Review of The Sage and The Savage (Dark Desire #2) by Viola Calvary

“I like it when you hiss at me, kitten.”

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy, Suspense

Length: 238 Pages

POV: Third Person

Description:

Dahlia and Kenny are back and things are heating up.

An enemy stalks the night, targeting psychics in Dahlia’s force. When evidence turns up pointing straight at Dahlia, it’s up to her and Kenny to face off against an opponent more powerful than they had ever imagined. But, when Dahlia is left broken, bloody, and hunted and Kenny is forced to do the unthinkable to keep her out of ancient evil’s grip, they need answers about the nameless creature stalking them. Unfortunately the only being with those answers may be the very demon that’s woken in Dahlia’s mind. And he’s got other plans for the two captains.
Caught in the Puppet Master’s web, hunted by both allies and enemies can Dahlia and Kenny survive?

Kenny’s eyes gleamed with anger and he moved fast, pushing her hard against the stone. Her head snapped back into the hand he’d placed behind it. He gripped her hair tightly.

“You’re mine, Dahlia,” he snarled. “I would’ve torn them to shreds before letting them take you.”

Dahlia bared her own teeth and snarled back at him as the press of his body against hers stirred her insane desire, already so close to the surface when she was near him. That blind, animal lust mixed with her anger and found resonance with him, pushing sanity out of her skull.

She sunk the nails of her hands into the skin of his back as he pulled her head back and bit into the side of her neck. He pressed his body harder against her, keeping her trapped between him and the stone. She felt him hard as his sharp, burning need washed over her mind. The desire to feel him take her coursed through her like fire. She wanted to taste him, feel the emotions boiling inside her spill out and consume him.

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

After a large win in book one Dahlia has to face an even bigger enemy this time around. How do you kill a god? She’ll discover how and Leon will be right there beside her whether she wants him to or not. Of course so will Kenny.

“If I find him first I’m gunna tear off his arms and legs and leave him pinned up on my sword to bleed out. If annoys me when people fuck with you.”

Pretty sure Kenny’s dragon claimed Dahlia as it’s own, just as he did. Their magnetism is off the charts and yes, you’ll finally find out why their crazy connection keeps getting stronger.

“Don’t fucking leave me,” he snarled. “If there’s any sanity in my skull, anything that keeps me human, I’ll lose it if I see someone else in your eyes.”

The Sage and The Savage brings us on a new and insane journey. Just when you think things will work in their favor something else will pop up completely changing the game. The pages are filled with ravenous sex, brutal battle, and the strength of a team. Definitely looking forward to book three!

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