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Stryker: Blurred Lines

by Lora Ann
Genre: Forbidden Romance, Steamy Contemporary Romance, New Adult & College
Cover by: Mason Sabre at Mac Bros Book Stuff

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Synopsis

A look…

A touch…

A taste…

But they know it can never be.

For all those things scream—FORBIDDEN.

Betrayal sinks her vicious claws in, shredding Landon’s heart.

Refuge is found working on the farm with his dad and raising his beautiful little girl. But tucked inside is a secret he holds tight.

Wounds that crave tender loving care.

Her adorable young cousin…the balm she seeks. Bliss turns to the only family to ever show her kindness.

Sparks explode into an inferno.

The heart only knows who it desires.

And love has an uncanny way of blurring the lines.

Excerpt

He slammed the phone down knowing he shouldn’t let her get to him, but Tess had this way of getting under his skin. Their daughter was her weapon of choice this round. Again, he wondered how she’d become so callous. Always had been manipulative, he was just naïve enough to believe love could conquer it. All of the drama set him on edge as he began to add another layer to the wall around his heart. He couldn’t let another ever have the kind of access he’d given his ex-wife. Captivated by her beauty and her unmatchable skills in shifting words, just right, to convince him he was the only man for her. What a crock! He’d learned during the divorce proceedings Ashton was not her first affair. She’d never been faithful to him. And he would’ve given everything, had given her his all, his heart. She knew Vanna was his Achilles heel. Damn her. Not in the right frame of mind to talk to anyone, he went straight for the wood pile and began to take out his anger with an ax.

“Son, you’re gonna keel over from overexertion chopping wood like that. From the looks of it, you had a conversation with that woman.”

“Yup.”

“Ah, going with the silent approach. Y’know, Landon, I raised you to speak up and get that shit out. It’s toxic. And I know it sounds like I’m ridin’ your ass. But the truth is, until you purge all that nasty, you won’t be able to truly move on.”

Landon froze mid-swing. “You mean I’ll never marry again. Fine with me.” The ax hit its target with a loud crack sending wood splinters out in several directions, like mud when a tire was stuck. “You okay?” he inquired when his dad stood there and said nothing.

John shook his head. “I’m fine. And I meant in every relationship you have. Vanna will pay the price,” he warned before sauntering away.

His dad was right. He knew that. But he couldn’t risk falling in love with Bliss. Didn’t anyone understand that? Log after log caught his fury, his heartache, as he let physical labor ease the pain.

*****

The sight of his bare torso, glistening with sweat, as his muscles rippled and bulged from powerful swings of the ax, had Bliss’ lady parts throbbing for his attention. God, she knew he was beautiful, not just handsome. His thick dark hair contrasted with those piercing blue eyes. She’d thought for many years his hair was obsidian, but, after seeing him outside in the sunlight, she realized it was espresso, hints of different browns. A tree aided her stalking as she backed up against it. His skin was golden, telling her he pulled his shirt off often. Those muscles were the result of working the land. Though he’d always been fit. Her eyes kept wandering over the smattering of hair that covered his lickable pecs and his oh-so happy trail, just below those washboard abs that accentuated the V, enticing her gaze to travel further down. A masterpiece of masculinity and, have mercy, did she want to taste every single part of that creation. Her fingers eased down the waistband of her cut-off shorts as she sought pleasure. Not release. That was for her vibrator. This was something more. She closed her eyes and imagined him touching her there, wanting to capture her big O and claim it. With her other hand, she steadied herself against the rough bark as she reached climax.

A little girl’s squeal of laughter pulled her back into reality with hard yank. Savannah was next to the shed playing with the dogs. Bliss blew out a sigh of relief from not being caught and straightened her light green T-shirt, unable to shake the feeling someone was staring at her. Landon was gone. A quick search brought her hazel gaze to his enflamed blues. Oh fuck—busted. “Um…” her face was hot from the embarrassment of being caught doing something so private, so personal.

His hand captured hers, raising it. Oh my God! She couldn’t watch what she’d only read about in a book. His to be exact! His fingers lifted her chin, so she had no choice but to be a witness to his naughty demonstration. With deliberate strokes along the fingers she’d just had on her privates, his tongue danced, before he sucked with strong pulls, causing her core to molten. She was positive the evidence was trailing down her inner thigh. Her pulse pounded in that central tiny bundle begging for him to do that, and more. His irises darkened as his lids grew heavy. She was quite sure the action of his mouth on her fingertips, partnered with that boiling gaze, was going to bring her an even bigger orgasm than before. Her nipples were painful as her back bowed toward him. Landon didn’t relent and slid his tongue into the tender webbing between her pointer and middle finger. “Give it to me, Bliss.”

Her breathing was harsh as she fought for control. But the battle was lost when he lightly scraped his teeth in that spot she had no clue held so much feeling. He shoved his thumb in her mouth to silence her scream of pleasure and commanded, “Suck.”

Her gaze still held hostage by his, making this little escapade something tangible, intimate. She obeyed with vigorous pulls, visualizing it was his manhood. His eyes rolled back for a second before they were back on hers. Good Lord, he was fucking her with that heated regard. She grew bold and uttered words she’d only dreamt of saying. “Come for me.” Then she proceeded to suck off his thumb as he leaned into her.

He placed her hand over his engorged cock. Even through the heavy denim she could feel how large he was. He pushed hard against her and wrapped his free arm around her for cushion. Her breasts were pressed against his soaked T-shirt he’d managed to tug on as he watched her finger herself. For him. Though she didn’t realize she had an audience at the time. She unzipped his fly, refusing to break the connection they held. Her long graceful fingers traveled his length before she fisted his girth and pumped, moving from base to tip. There was nowhere to hide as he erupted for her. His thumb still wedged in her mouth as she bit down, drawing more from him.

“Ah, fuck, Bliss,” his breath blasted out as he fought to take her mouth with his.

“I know,” she panted as he moved her saliva around her lips.

Dogs barking and growling brought the moment to a cruel end. Both adjusted themselves and took off running when Savannah’s ear-piercing scream filled the air.

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Meet the Author

Lora is a Missouri native who relocated to California as a teen. She spent several years as an international flight attendant for a major airline before taking on her greatest job ever, a stay-at-home mom. Now she resides in Kentucky with her family and has taken on her newest adventure, writing.

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Release Blitz: Deceived by CA Quigg

Title: Deceived

Author : CA Quigg

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 28, 2017

Cover Artist: Callie Quigg

Hosted by: Chance Promotions

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Synopsis:

When some mistakes come back to haunt you, they steal your heart and

soul...

Sixteen years ago, I royally f**ked up.

A tequila soaked night in Vegas went wild and I ended up making a mistake

that's now threatening to destroy my future.

What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas.

How do I know?

My twenty-one year old stepdaughter is on her way and has the power to end

my royal family's thousand-year reign.

I won't allow that to happen.

My first thought was to throw her into the city's dungeons and leave her

there to rot. If she's dumb enough to even hint at blackmailing me with

whatever she knows about my past, she'll never see the light of day again.

But then I saw her and everything changed.

Sweet, innocent Emma.

The second our fingers brushed, all blood left my brain rushed to my d**k.

I had to kiss her. Had to dominate her. Had to make her mine.

She's dangerous for my sanity and our relationship could cause a diplomatic

disaster, but I'm powerless to resist her luscious curves and her eagerness

to please.

There's just one problem.

She has no idea who I really am.

She thinks my name is Kit and that I'm just someone who works for the royal

family. When she finds out I'm Prince Kristian Tandorf--her

stepfather--she'll hate me forever.

But, to make her mine, it's a risk I'm willing to take. Because sometimes

mistakes are meant to happen.

Author Bio:

CA Quigg is Callie Quigg's steamier pen name. Callie first discovered

romance stories in her teens and then proceeded to devour every book she

could get her hands on. As a result, she spent many

years dreaming about billionaires, movie stars, and aristocrats whisking

her away to exotic lands. Sadly, those dreams didn’t come true. But she’s

happy to

say her very own handsome hero showed up eighteen years ago and swept her

off her feet.

When not writing steamy stories about sassy heroines finding Mr. Right, she

can be found watching trashy TV, drinking cheap bottles of wine, and eating

copious amounts of British chocolate.

Excerpt:

I used my private tunnels beneath the castle to get to her rooms in the

unused part of the palace, and when I reached her door, I knocked.

I heard her move behind the door and the sound of the peephole latch

sliding to one side.

"Go away," she said.

"We need to talk."

"You said enough last night. Leave me alone."

The quaver in her voice hung a noose of shame around my neck, and I

hammered my fist against the door. "Emma open the bloody door. If you

don't, I'll knock it down."

The door flew open. Emma's eyes were dark and ominous. Like a cloud filled

sky right before a lightning storm. She looked as if she'd gotten as much

sleep as I had.

"What do you want, Kit?"

"Can I come in?"

She stood back and crossed her arms. "It's not like I can stop you, is it?

"But you can, sweetheart. You can stop me anytime you need to. I'm not a

monster."

"I didn't say you were, but you seem to think you can take what you want

when you want it and then dispose of it, dispose of me, when you've had

your fill."

I stepped into the sitting room. The lightly spiced air smelled like her,

and I drew in a deep breath. "I'm sorry for my behavior last night. What I

said and the way I acted was unforgivable, but, please, allow me to make it

up to you."

She closed the door and pressed her back against it. Her entire stance from

her crossed arms to the thunder on her face shut me out. "Screw you and

your big-ass dick. I don't want anything made up to me. As soon as I talk

to Prince Kristian, I'm out of here."

Her fury was intoxicating, and I felt a wave of want. I expected her rage.

Accepted it even, and I would do what I could to harness her anger and

passion so we could both get enjoyment from it.

I reached out wanting to touch a lock of hair, which lay over her shoulder

in shiny black waves, but she jerked away.

"I can't stop thinking about you, sweet Emma. You're there when I close my

eyes. You're there when I open them. I don't understand how a woman I met

less than a day ago has done this to me. I'm not used to feeling like this

and I don't know how to handle it."

Her usual cat-green eyes were dull and weary, and her lips were pressed

into a tight line of pissiness.

She dropped her arms to her sides. "What are you talking about? Are you on

drugs? Look at you. You could have any woman you wanted. Women probably

throw themselves at you all the time. I'm nothing special." She rubbed the

heels of her hands over her eyes then clasped her head in her hands. "I

don't understand any of this. My brain feels like it's going to explode."

"The only thing you need to understand is that I want you."

Release Blitz & Giveaway: Think Again by Isabel Lucero

Title: Think Again

Author: Isabel Lucero

Genre: Contemporary (Steamy) Romance

Release Date: June 27, 2016

He thinks I don't know.

He thinks he's getting away with it.

He thinks karma won't come back to get him.

He needs to think again.

Men think women are vindictive, and maybe they're right. But when we get to the point of being cold, calculating, and vindictive, it's because they pushed us there.

Not only is my husband unaware that he's pushing me too far, he also doesn't realize that I just met a man who's ready to catch me.

I think he's just my new co-worker.

I think it's just innocent flirting.

I think I'll be able to keep my morals.

I need to think again.

When she sits down on the couch across from me, I go back to pretending to read my magazine. The scent of her perfume invades my nostrils, and based on the strength of it, it would appear she bathed herself in it. The scent is floral and sweet, smelling like one of those Victoria Secret body sprays. I glance over my magazine at her and notice she’s keeping her eye on the elevators. Waiting. Her thick, red hair falls over her shoulders, covering up some of the major cleavage she’s sporting. 

I place the magazine back on the table and gather my purse, figuring it’s time to go. She gives me a friendly smile as our eyes meet, and I return it with a quick, tight grin before walking to the other side of the lobby where they sell refreshments. I buy a bottle of water and a muffin, and while I’m waiting for the cashier to give me my change, I look back at the redhead. 

The elevator door dings, and I watch as she stands and begins to walk in that direction, her hips swaying with every step. A man comes strutting out, his bright blue tie is loose around his neck, and his black suit jacket looks a little wrinkled. It appears that the dirty blonde hair on his head has been pulled on, evidence of a romp in the sack. Almost as if he can hear my thoughts, he runs his hands through it, trying to get each hair in place.

The woman approaches him, and he looks a little surprised to see her, but she smiles and shimmies her body up next to him. He smirks down at her and says something that makes her laugh fill the lobby. 

“Here you go,” the cashier says, grabbing my attention. 

“Thanks,” I respond distractedly, getting my change.

When I look back in the direction of the couple, I find that they’re already stepping outside. I put my change in my purse, take a few bites of my muffin before deciding I don’t really want it after all. After tossing it in the trash and taking a few sips of my water, I exit the hotel and take a deep breath of the fresh air. I need to get home before it gets too late, so I hurry to my car and begin my journey. 

The drive from the Embassy Suites to my house takes between fifteen and twenty minutes depending on traffic. At the end of July in Anchorage, the weather is just about as perfect as you can ask for. On some days it’s sixty-seven degrees, on others it’s seventy-five. Believe me when I tell you, sixty anything degrees is extremely warm in Alaska. When you hit negative temps in the winter, anything above forty is pretty good. 

Right now, even at six-thirty at night, the sun is shining like it’s midday. It won’t begin to go down until sometime between ten-thirty and eleven. Gotta love Alaska. 

When I pull up to my two-story home and into the garage, I’m not surprised to see that my husband isn’t home yet. He’s always late coming home from work, telling me his job as an architectural and engineering manager is never done. Aaron is constantly having to finish up plans before certain deadlines, and when he comes home, he’s usually back to work in his office soon after. 

As soon as I enter the house, I take off my shoes and leave them in the mudroom before walking straight upstairs. The large and numerous windows in the house let in the natural sunlight, and give you a beautiful view of mountains and trees in every room. 

My achy feet take me to my dresser where I pull out something to change into. As I strip out of my work clothes, I take a minute to look over my reflection in the mirror. My blonde hair is tied up into a ponytail, and my nurse’s scrubs are the least flattering things I can wear. Once everything is off, my green eyes look over every inch of my body. 

I like to think I’m still in pretty good shape. I’m not curvy like the lady at the hotel, but I’m happy with my body. I don’t have huge boobs or a lot of ass, but I think I’m well-proportioned.

I often have to tell myself I’m good enough, but you know, self-doubt always creeps in. I try not to compare myself to other women. There were times where I’d see one woman and think to myself, “Oh, I wish I had her toned legs.” Then another woman would walk by and I’d think, “Oh, I’d love to have her boobs.” Now my thought process is: Fuck it. I am who I am. There are still times when I think I’m not good enough, but I’ll get to the why of that later. 

I put on some yoga pants and a tank top, opting to take a bubble bath later, and choosing to eat dinner first. I’m not in the kitchen too long before I have a large bowl of grilled chicken salad prepared. As I’m scooping the mixture onto make my plate, I hear the garage door open. 

Aaron strolls into the kitchen a minute later and drops his briefcase on the island. 

“Hey. Want some food?” I ask him. 

He eyes the bowl of salad and makes a face. “No. I’m gonna grab a shower real quick.”

“Okay. How was work?” 

“Work was,” he pauses and lets out a long sigh, “work.” 

I give him a small smile and nod. 

I’ve been married to Aaron for three years, but we’ve been together for nearly seven. I was just twenty-one when we began dating, and he was twenty-five. Aaron was charming, handsome, funny, and a romantic. He was so easy to fall for.

I was working at a coffee shop while going to college, and he was one of my regulars. Every time he came in, he flirted with me, and eventually began bringing me a single flower with each visit. He didn’t ask me out right away, though. 

Every day I anticipated his visit, hoping that that day would be the day he’d ask me out. One of my co-workers kept telling me to just ask him out, but my pride wouldn’t let me do that. I thought I was giving him enough signals without throwing myself at him completely. 

Aaron looked like he stepped straight out of a magazine every time he walked into the shop. His perfect smile melted me, his dazzling hazel eyes hypnotized me, his blonde hair was strategically in place, and he was always dressed immaculately. 

After about a month and a half, he finally asked me out. I fell hard and fast. We were the happiest, most affectionate couple, and our friends gave us shit about it all time. Sickeningly sweet is what they called us. My girlfriends were mad that at such a young age, I was already “tied down” and not wanting to go out with them anymore. I didn’t even care. I didn’t miss the single lifestyle. I had Aaron, and we were happy. 

Janna would always tell me I should think twice about settling down so fast, and reminded me constantly that I had only had one boyfriend before him. My co-worker, Mel, would always try to convince me to stay single like her so we could go out together. 

I figured they were jealous. Everybody wanted an Aaron, if not Aaron himself, and I had him. I wasn’t going to let my happily ever after slip through my fingers. 

Perhaps, I should have thought twice, because like the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. 

I walk around the kitchen island and towards my husband. I remove his already loose, bright blue tie, and then his wrinkled black suit jacket. 

“I’ll put these in the laundry room,” I tell him. “Bring me the rest after your shower.” 

He gives me a hasty kiss on my cheek. “Thanks.” 

I watch him disappear upstairs and I’m left alone with the smell of the redheaded woman’s perfume on his clothes.

Isabel Lucero is the author of the romantic suspense novel The Secrets That We Keep and the bestselling erotic romance books Living in Sin, Unforgivable Sin, and Sins & Mistrust; books one, two, and three in The Escort Series. She also penned the crime drama, WAR. 

She was born in a small town in New Mexico and was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband's career in the Air Force. She's been married for eleven years to the love of her life and Jr. High School sweetheart. Together they have two of the best and most beautiful kids in the world. 

Isabel's love for reading is anything but new, she's been reading since before she was a teenager. 

She’s a multi-genre author, tackling genres such as romantic suspense, erotic romance, crime drama, and contemporary romance. 

She currently lives overseas and is constantly coming up with new book ideas, so keep an eye open for new stories coming your way. Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in general. You can find her on her personal website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

 

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