Friday, February 27, 2015

Clarity {The Seductors 3.5} Blog Tour by B.L.Wilde

(The Seductors Series 3.5)


Cover Design: Jo Matthews
Genre: Romance/Erotica
Expected Release Date: February 20, 2015

When you find a love worth fighting for, nothing can stand in your way.
Jade Phillips is that love for me, and I’d follow her to the end. I’ll stop at nothing to make her happy, including doing everything in my power to make her mine for eternity.

She is my clarity.

You’ve read Jade’s side of the story, now Oliver gets his turn…

It still felt surreal holding this precious woman in my arms. I needed to pinch myself, just to be sure I was here.
“That was even better than the first time against this wall,” Jade whispered into my ear.  I’d never seen her eyes look so alive before. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing erratic. She’d never looked more beautiful.
“You wait until I get you in the bedroom,” I hummed, playing with the zipper on her dress. I was such an animal when it came to her. I hadn’t even bothered to undress her while I’d fucked her against the wall. Having to remove her panties would have wasted precious time, so I just pulled them to the side.   
“What are you waiting for, then?” I loved a challenge. Taking her hand in mine, I led her into the bedroom.
“I’m going to show you what it’s like to be truly mine.” Slowly, I pulled the zipper down on her dress, pushing it off her body. No bra…heaven! She was so perfect, my cock was leaking at the thought of being inside her. As I ran my fingertips down her bare back, her breath hitched. “Go and sit in the middle of the bed,” I ordered. She did as I asked, which surprised me. I’d learned how forceful Jade could actually be in the bedroom, and I was looking forward to watching the dynamics of our relationship. It was clear we both liked to lead.
“Are you joining me?” she purred, hugging her knees as she tried to act innocent. I now knew she was far from that, and I loved her even more for it. Quickly, I stripped in front of her. Her eye’s were fixed on me as I crawled up the bed. My cock was already standing tall and proud. She was still wearing her panties, but I planned on ruining them like all the others before.
I came up behind her, pulling her flush against my chest.
“I’m going to caress every inch of your skin with my fingers and lips,” I whispered, sucking on her earlobe. At my words, she went slack against my chest. I began at her shoulder, exploring my way across her back to her other shoulder. My hand moved around to her front, massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples by rolling my thumbs over them. Her head fell back and rested in the crook of my neck as I moved my hands lower over her ribs. “Spread your legs, Beautiful.” I couldn’t wait to see how wet she was for me already. I moved closer, using my own legs as leverage to keep hers apart. I was about to drive her crazy, and I wanted her legs open as wide as possible for it. I wanted her orgasms to ripple through her entire body.
My hand snuck into her panties while I continued to place soft kisses against her shoulder and neck. She was gloriously wet.
“O…oh, Oliver,” Jade moaned, lifting her ass slightly as she rocked to the gentle rhythm of my fingers stroking her clit.
“I’ll spend every single day worshipping you like this if you want.”
“I’ll fuck you raw some days, too. You seem to have that effect on me.” I chuckled, pulling on her earlobe with my teeth, which caused her to inhale sharply. Even now it amazed me that I could have this kind of power over her. I mean, she was a Seductor, or had been a few hours ago. Surely she’d met many CEOs in her line of work, but I must have been different. I’d seen it in her eyes when I found her in San Francisco…maybe even sooner. Jade loved me. I may have gone to the extreme in setting her free, but she was it for me. I would never want anyone else.
Jade began to fight against my legs holding hers. She was close, I could feel her body begin to convulse as I continued to tease her clit. “You’ll need to absorb the pleasure, Beautiful. I’m not going to let you move.”
“O…Oh, please,” she begged. I held her tighter, quickening my pace. Then she fell, screaming out my name while she struggled to control her orgasm.
“That’s what it feels like to be truly mine,” I purred into her ear moments later.
“I’m an extremely lucky lady,” she panted, turning to look at me while she caught her breath. We were both lucky. Jade had a playful look in her eye. Something told me it was payback, and I’d suffer gladly, all in the name of love.

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About the author:

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B.L. Wilde is a British author obsessed with many things, including heated love stories and sexy men.

Fully supported by her husband, she can often be found at her desk working on her next project, or looking at eye candy online for research purposes.  She is a sucker for happy endings, but will always make her characters work for it.
If you enjoy romance, suspense and erotica, let your imagination run 'Wilde'.
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Release Day Launch: Eden (Book 2) by Georgia Le Carre @GeorgiaLeCarre

(18+ due to mature themes and sexual content)

It wasn't supposed to be like this- I came ready, determined, but nothing could have prepared me for Jake Eden. 
Engulfed in his power, his lust and his primal need for me, I've become ever more helpless in his hands. I love the way he touches me, holds me, protects me. I feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know I am giving my body to a criminal…week after week, but I can’t stop. 
I’m addicted. 
He has no idea. 
It's all wrong, but I’ll stay with my plan until I figure out a way around the conflict I'm facing...

I never knew that looks could blindside a man the way Lily Hart's beauty did me. When our eyes collided that first time, the connection was instant, I knew, that she was like no other. She was something special, uniquely different.
But I've discovered since then that there is a secretive side to her, and now I fear deception stalks her eyes.
I know I must keep my distance, but she keeps persisting that I have her heart, so how can I push her away when all I want to do is tie her down and make her mine?

Sizzling Excerpt

‘Come here.’
I go to him and climb into his lap. His hands come around me, the palms hot. I nuzzle him like a cat, my hand stroking his thick hair, straightening it. It is ruffled. He has been running his hands through it. He takes my shoes off and lets them drop with a thud on the floor. I sigh with pleasure when his big hands start massaging my foot.
‘I didn’t know where you were. If you had simply run away. I know so little about you.’ His voice is a deep, honeyed rumble. It has a song in it. I could listen to it all my life. But I won’t. I was fooling myself before.
‘I didn’t run away. I’m here.’
The hardness between his legs pushes into my hip. I look up into his eyes. There is only one word for what is in them: hunger. I have never seen such extreme desire, such ravenous craving. The air trembles with it. A voice inside my head cries, ‘What have you done? What have you done?’ I ignore it. My body loses its tiredness and responds to that yearning. My lips part, my nipples swell and pebble tightly, my sex opens like a night flower.
‘Would it be really horrible if we had sex right now?’ he murmurs.
‘Yes, that would be utterly, utterly horrible.’
He carries me to the bedroom and kicks the door open. The large chandelier is not lit. Instead only the narrow bronze lamps over the paintings on the walls are on, creating their own individual pools of yellow light, making the paint look thick and oily. I glance at the bed and my mouth opens with astonishment. I turn back to look at his face. ‘What the—?’
‘Indulge me,’ he says languidly.

Georgia Le Carre

Georgia Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.  
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights.  And often with the man of her dreams.


Thursday, February 26, 2015

Blog Tour: The Hurricane by R. J. Presscott @rjprescottauth

The Hurricane by R.J. Prescott
Publication date: February 16th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Emily McCarthy is living in fear of a dark and dangerous past. A gifted mathematician, she is little more than a hollow, broken shell, trying desperately to make ends meet long enough to finish her degree.

Through an unlikely friendship with the aging, cantankerous owner of an old boxing gym, Em is thrown into the path of the most dangerous man that she has ever met.

Cormac “the Hurricane” O’Connell is cut, tattooed and dangerous. He is a lethal weapon with no safety and everyone is waiting for the mis-fire. He’s never been knocked out before, but when he meet Em he falls, HARD. Unlike any other girl he’s ever met, she doesn’t want anything from him. Just being around her makes him want to be a better person.
They are polar opposites who were never meant to find each other, but some things are just worth the fight.

When a person reads so much like I do, that the books tend to get all mixed up in their’s just frustrating. I find myself looking for books that stand out..that grab me and that keep me in their clutches so that when it ends I am breathless and can’t stop thinking about them. I can honestly say that having read thousands of books that there are only a small amount that really affected me like this.  This book The Hurricane is on a very short list of those books that have totally swept me away and kept me there. 
 The Hurricane…and well like the storm it’s named after this book left my heart in utter shambles. It’s come into my mind and wreaked havoc. I read this book luckily months before release and haven’t had one day that has gone by since that I’ve not thought about O’Connell and Emily. But not just this amazing couple. I’ve also thought so much about this family that Ms. Prescott created. Characters that I want to visit again and stories that can't wait to be told.   So to start off this ranting raving review..I first want to say a huge
to R. J. Prescott for writing a story that will stay with me forever. 

 When I saw the cover and blurb of this story I had this extreme urge and wanted it like right now! I wanted disclaimers like immediately because I avoid stories with cheating and sex outside the main couple. Ms. Prescott set my mind at ease and I was excited to dive right in. These characters Emily and O'Connell completely captivated me. The way they built first a friendship to falling head over heels in love made me cry and swoon so many times.  

0'Connell was body and spirit and I loved him from the beginning.
 From the moment that Con ..said these words. 

If you need time, then I’ll give you time.
 If you need friendship, then I’ll give you friendship.
 But you’re mine, and when the time is right, when you’re ready, I’m coming for you.”

 This was me..

 He kept me swooning this entire book, I kid you not! 

Emily was a shell of a person. O'Connell filled this empty shell with so much beauty that it's as if she woke up from a long sleep and started seeing the world again. She saw in O'Connell that he was a good man and even though they were strangers..her heart just felt this strong connection from the start. 

I gave him something to protect, and he gave me something to cherish.
O'Connell was so fiercely protective and never once let Em forget this. This is one of the most important traits that my leading men could have. He was a true hero. He was the true example of my perfect alpha. 

 I believe because this love story grew from the sweetest foundation of friendship that it led to such passion when these two finally came together. For Emily this was a healing love and for O'Connell this was love defined. 
They filled the empty places inside of each other and every page I found my self holding my breath because I fully believed in them and wanted to see them find their HEA. 

This was so much more than a romance it was a story about belonging. 

The way the friends took Emily in was so endearing. Her relationship with every character was so beautifully developed. I felt like I was sucked into this amazing group of misfits right along with her.. watching as they became a steadfast family. 
Where blood relations betrayed them both ..these friends were the glue that put Em and Con back together. 

RJ Prescott has written an epic romance here with beauty and healing and characters that will burrow themselves into your heart. This one will go down as one of the most romantic yet emotional and uplifting reads ever for me. I will be eagerly awaiting the next thing she writes with so much anticipation.

“Make it stop, please,” I begged O’Connell, as he held back my hair. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear amusement in his voice or even censure. It was the least that I deserved, but he seemed genuinely concerned for me.
“Sunshine, if I could take your place, I would. But it will stop soon, I promise.”
With his free hand, he rubbed big comforting circles on my back, and I slumped against his enormous frame.
“I don’t deserve you. I get blind drunk on my first real taste of alcohol, vomit all over you, then spend the rest of the night showing you exactly what I had to eat yesterday. And you’re still here.”
He chuckled as he let go of my hair and reached up to wet a washcloth in the sink. Squeezing out the excess water, he placed the cool compress over my eyes.
“Ahh, that feels so good,” I moaned in relief, as my poor retinas were shielded from the blinding bathroom light.
“Before I met you, this was pretty much my typical weekend morning. I hate that you’re feeling shitty, but I’m kind of liking the fact that you felt comfortable enough to get drunk with me. I know you wouldn’t have let down those barriers of yours if you didn’t think I’d protect you.”
“That’s important to you?” I asked him curiously.
He removed the compress and looked into my eyes.
“When you’re with me, you never have be afraid of anything. I would decimate any fucker that so much as looked at you wrong if you asked me to. Tonight, you believed that, and you dropped your guard. You trusted me. Every time you let down another one of those barriers, I know that you’re a bit closer to being mine. One day, when the last one falls, you’ll be as much mine as I am yours.”
With that mind-blowing declaration, he kissed my forehead gently.
“Are you sure you want them down? The stuff behind them isn’t pretty,” I whispered hoarsely.
“There’s not one bit of you, inside or out, that isn’t fucking beautiful. Nothing that happened to you before me is gonna change that,” he replied.
“I’m scared,” I admitted, the tears running tracks down my reddened cheeks.
“Me, too. I’m scared that you’ll take my heart and stomp the fuck out of it. But there ain’t nothing in this world for me worth fighting for more than you.”
O’Connell was literally seeing me at my worst. I was raw and ugly, yet still, here he sat, making himself as vulnerable to me as I was to him.

I was born in Cardiff, South Wales although I left to study law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation I fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later I convinced my crazy, wonderful fire fighter husband to move back to Cardiff with me where we live with our two equally crazy sons. Juggling work, writing and family doesn’t leave a lot of time, but curling up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a bar of chocolate for family movie night is definitely the best part of my week. “The Hurricane” is my debut New Adult Novel.
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