SINNER by Sierra Simone
Release Date: March 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs
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I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be. I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.
What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18.
They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.
My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.
***Sinner is a standalone companion to Priest about Father Bell’s brother Sean. You do not have to read Priest or Midnight Mass to read Sinner.***
“Zenny,” I mumble against her lips, some valiant part of me recognizing that this is far, far beyond the kiss she asked for, and also recognizing that I’m going to come all over the inside of my Hugo Boss suit pants if she keeps it up. Even through the clothes, I can feel her heat, her shameless rolls hinting at where she goes soft and wet between her legs.
Fuck, I want to see it. I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse, just a peek.
“I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head.
“My…cunt?” She says the word like she’s never said it out loud before.
“Yeah.” My voice is so ragged right now, so desperate, and fuck, I’ve never felt this frantic before. Like I’ll actually combust if I don’t get this one thing, this one small sight of her secret place.
She lets out a shaky breath, her hand dropping from my lapel to her skirt, which she slowly rucks up to her waist as I devour her lips once more, as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every sliver of skin exposed above her collar. I bite at her ear, at her jaw, my hand finding hers as it pulls her skirt up, so that I’m helping her do it, that we’re doing it together, this forbidden act, this forbidden revelation.
Her forbidden body.
That word, forbidden, spikes through my mind, bringing with it equal spikes of lust and fear. Because yes, it’s fucking hot that I shouldn’t be kissing her, I shouldn’t be begging to see her most secret place, my hand shouldn’t be covering hers as it slides up her thigh—but it’s also bad. Bad even for Sean Bell.
Bad, bad, bad.
About the Author:
Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City
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Wait With Me by Amy Daws releases April 5!
When romance novelist, Kate Smith, finds her long lost writing mojo in the customer waiting area of a tire store, the complimentary coffee isn’t the only things that’s hot. But sexy mechanic, Miles Hudson, is just up for a friendly test-drive of her new book idea.
At least, that was the agreement.
When romance novelist, Kate Smith suddenly gets writers block as she’s beginning the final installment of her international bestselling erotic Bed N Breakfast series, she’ll do pretty much anything to get her groove back.
Like sneak into a Tire Depot waiting room, because her words flow there just like complimentary coffee—smooth, sweet, and scorchingly hot.
She manages to fly under the radar until the rugged and charming mechanic, Miles Hudson, notices the quirky redhead slinking in and out of the employees only entrance.
But she’s way too intriguing to blow the whistle on.
Doing a test-drive of her new book idea sounds like a much better option.
Q: This book says “based on real-life experiences” …what does that mean?
A: Wellllll…let’s put it this way, the dedication to my book says: This book is inspired by real life events. Except for all the hot and romantic parts. My life is not nearly that exciting. So basically, it’s true that I snuck into a tire shop waiting room to write. And I brought countless friends and family cars in to write, just so I had an excuse to come in. But sadly, there was never a hot mechanic that caught my eye and wanted to jump into a friends-with-benefits situation with me. I’m pretty sure my husband would have wanted me to take a hard pass on an offer like that. 😉
Q: What inspired you to turn this experience into a story?
A: Wellllll, my agent initially! I started posting about my Tires Tires Tires excursions on social media and it sort of blew up. Like over 500 reactions to my posts when I was sneaking in…it was crazy. I’d never had so much social media engagement ever! And my agent was like, “Why are you not writing a book about a hot mechanic, Amy!” So, I decided to give it a whirl and let’s just say, the words flowed like that delicious complimentary coffee at TTT.
Q: Why do you think it flowed so effortlessly?
A: Well, I’m American and the majority of my books take place in England so that comes with a lot of challenges to make sure I’m writing true to their dialect. Basing Wait With Me in Colorado and using my own dialect was so fun and refreshing. It’s probably why I wrote it so fast! And I took a lot of the same crazy things that happened to me at Tires Tires Tires and used them in the story, so that gave me a great running start on the story.
Q: Since this book is based on your own experiences, how much is the heroine like yourself?
A: Kate’s voice is a lot like mine. Her humor, her sass. Her reactions. But honestly, that’s where our similarities end. She’s a redhead and she’s from Colorado her family isn’t very supportive of her career. My family is crazy supportive—so her background is truly very different from mine. As the book progressed, she really became her own person. She was super fun though and easy for me to write.
Q: That cover is HOT! Who is the model? Is it a real Tires Tires Tires mechanic?
A: Sadly, no. There’s a bunch of fun guys that work at TTT but I see them more as fun uncles…not sexy mechanics. The model is Austin Loes and he lives nearby, so we got to do the shoot in the TTT garage! It was a blast and he is PERFECT for this cover!!!
Q: Does this book have potential to become a series?
A: It does! There’s a couple of fun secondary characters in this novel that I’d love to tell their stories. And the recurring theme in the series would be that all the “meet cutes” happen in various waiting rooms.
Q: Where can readers catch up on the truth-life Tires Tires Tires full story?
A: I have a fun cliff notes version on my website: www.amydawsauthor.com/tirestirestires
Q: Are you still spending your days writing at Tires Tires Tires?
A: Duh! Complimentary coffee and cookies? I’d be a fool not to! Those guys at TTT have opened their arms to me and I love having a fun and unique writing place to go. It just goes to show that you can find inspiration in the most unlikely places.
Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author of the Harris Brothers Series and is most known for her punny, footy-playing, British playboys. The Harris Brothers and her London Lovers Series fuel her passion for all things London. When Amy’s not writing, she’s watching Gilmore Girls or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy awkward-smiles from a distance.
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The Boy & His Ribbon by Pepper Winters
The Ribbon Duet Book 1
Publication Date: April 3rd, 2018
Genre: Coming of Age Romance
“What do you do when you meet your soul mate? No wait…that’s too easy. What do you do when you meet your soul mate and have to spend a lifetime loving him in secret?
I’ll tell you what you do.
Ren was eight when he learned that love doesn’t exist—that the one person who was supposed to adore him only cared how much he was worth.
His mother sold him and for two years, he lived in terror.
But then…he ran.
He thought he’d run on his own. Turned out, he took something of theirs by accident and it became the one thing he never wanted and the only thing he ever needed.
I was young when I fell in love with him, when he switched from my world to my everything.
My parents bought him for cheap labour, just like they had with many other kids, and he had the scars to prove it.
At the start, he hated me, and I could understand why.
For years he was my worst enemy, fiercest protector, and dearest friend.
But by the end…he loved me.
The only problem was, he loved me in an entirely different way to the way I loved him.
And slowly, my secret drove us apart.
THE BOY & HIS RIBBON, Book 1
THE GIRL & HER REN, Book 2
About the Author:
Pepper Winters is a multiple New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today International Bestseller.
After chasing her dreams to become a full-time writer, Pepper has earned recognition with awards for best Dark Romance, best BDSM Series, and best Hero. She’s an multiple #1 iBooks bestseller, along with #1 in Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, and Erotica Thriller. With 19 books currently published, she has hit the bestseller charts twenty-six times in three years.
Pepper is a Hybrid Author of both Traditional and Self-published work. Her Pure Corruption Series was released by Grand Central, Hachette.
Her books have garnered foreign interest and are currently being translated into numerous languages, including already released titles in Italian and Turkish. Audio Books for her entire back-list will be available in 2017.
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I don’t know what love is anymore.
Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark.
You know the kind of spark I’m talking about?
Where butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone attractive. Yeah, that spark.
Except I haven’t felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem–but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks type love story. No pressure, right?
That’s how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase.
It should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne, basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic side. That will be a breeze. I’m a pro. I can handle this.
Until I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering what I’m doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don’t think calling it research will get me out of this pickle.
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This was another great book from Meghan who is fast establishing herself as the queen of rom-coms. An absolute one click author for me, this book had exactly the right balance of laughter, romance, emotion and hotness wrapped up into this fantastic story
After meeting Beck in Three Blind Dates, I couldn’t wait to find out more about him and his story certainly wasn’t what i expected. There was more to meet the eye where this man was concerned, on the face of it all we saw the motorbike riding, snake hipped salsa dancing, artist but what we saw in this book was his sense of humour, his romantic side and also what he had been through in the past and the hurt and pain it caused him.
Rylee Ryan is a romance writer struggling with writers block. From a small town where everyone knows everyone & their business, this woman is feisty, she speaks her mind and along with her two best friends and fellow writers is completely hilarious. When her friend Zoey suggest gatecrashing the wedding she’s going to for inspiration for her book, she is initially reluctant but this really couldn’t have worked out better. Needing to come out of the shadows and start living again after a bad year, this is the ideal opportunity for her to put this plan into action.
What starts off as a vacation fling between these two soon starts turning into more. These two click, the attraction is their from the start and even though I found myself laughing at a lot of their interactions, I was also swooning in such a big way, especially over Beck and the lengths he went to for Rylee and to try and win her over.
The pace of this book was perfect building to a great ending and by the end you find yourself cheering them both on. Bravo Meghan, another amazing book.
ONLY BOUNDLESS LOVE CAN SILENCE THE WHISPERS OF THE PAST . . .
A broken woman.
A damaged man.
A free spirit intent on saving them both.
Elysia ‘Sia’ Willis lives a solitary life. The only person in it is her big brother, Ky, vice-president of the infamous Hades Hangmen. She loves him, but she has absolutely no love for the outlaw MC he belongs to.
Raised in secret by her mother, Sia grew up separated from her brother and distant father. No one knew she even existed.
After the tragic murder of her mother, Sia spiraled into a rebellion against the rules of the Hangmen. A rebellion with dire consequences that now, years later, she still can’t escape.
As she lives once again in secret, happy on her own at her secluded ranch, a devil from her past comes calling. A devil who wants to possess her once again and take her from the simple life she never wants to lose.
And he will stop at nothing to collect what he believes is his: her.
Valan ‘Hush’ Durand and Aubin ‘Cowboy’ Breaux have finally found a home in the mother chapter of the Hangmen. The notoriously private Cajun twosome have, for now, put aside what chased them from their beloved Louisiana. But as threats toward the club build, Hush and Cowboy are given a task—protect Elysia Willis at all costs. Cowboy welcomes the job of watching over the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty.
Hush fights against it.
Scarred by events from his past and a secret that plagues his everyday life, Hush refuses to let anyone else get close. Only Cowboy knows the real him. Until a certain sister of the club’s VP begins to slowly knock down his defenses, shattering the heavily built walls that guard his damaged soul . . . with his best friend leading the charge.
As lost and open hearts begin to meld, taking each other from indescribable pain to the never-before felt relief of peace, the newly-mended threesome must first endure one more rocky path.
Only then will they finally shake free of the shackles of their pasts.
Only then will they shed the bonds that have for too long held their happiness captive.
And there is only one way to survive that path . . . together.
Dark Contemporary MFM Romance. Contains scenes of violence and explicit sexual situations. Over 18’s only.
Oh wow Tillie !!! Hush & Cowboy’s story is one that i have been eagerly waiting to read and boy was it worth the wait. I always struggle to write reviews of Tillie’s books because i just find it hard to put into words my love for them and yet again, here i am a little speechless.
Best friends for a long time, Hush & Cowboy always do everything together and when i say everything, I mean everything leading to much speculation around the club at the nature of their relationship. Their pasts and where they come from is somewhat of a mystery to those at the club – Cowboy is a larger than life character where as Hush is more closed off and has never let anyone other than Cowboy get close to him. The more that i read, the more that i knew his story would be heartbreaking …. and it was.
Elysia “Sia” Willis is no stranger to club life having grown up with it. The sister to the Hangmen VP, Ky she has grown up around bikers and because of their father and what happened to their mother she hates everything it stands for. Sia however, has a dark and horrific past of her own and has been living tucked away on a ranch under a false name hiding from the nightmares that plague her days. When that past comes crashing into the present with a vengeance, she’s left having to reluctantly accept the help of the Hangmen to protect her and the only one’s Sia is remotely happy to do this is Hush and Cowboy.
Having already captured the cajun duo’s attention, Hush & Cowboy are more than happy to move to the ranch to protect Sia. While Cowboy flirts and turns his charm on her, Hush pulls further and further away unable to cope, unable to open up and let anyone else know about his past, his secrets. The three of them were the perfect compliment for each other and once Hush lets down his walls, the intensity builds and you really start to see who the three of them are both separately and together.
Like all the other Hangmen books, this one has plenty of action, is packed full with emotion and hot, hot scenes that will leave you hot under the collar. This is a story about differences, about prejudices and the pain and devastation they can cause. Its raw but also beautiful and a perfect addition to the series, i truly loved it.
I glanced over at Hush sitting beside me in the truck, staring out of the window. I tightened my grip on the wheel and shook my head. I’d known the fucker for years, and I still couldn’t believe how he refused to let anyone in but me. Since Ky had told us we were assigned to watch his baby sister, Hush had closed in on himself, as always. Fucking locked himself inside the head that was a damn fortress to breach. And I knew why, but the stubborn asshole was too proud to admit the truth.
I sighed, turning up the radio. But it took about two seconds for me to get bored. I was a loudmouth, I knew it, and the fucking deathly silence from my best friend was killing me. “You get the stuff I left out for you this morning?” I asked. I knew he had. I watched him pack it, just to be sure. I just wanted to fucking talk. Wanted my friend back to the way he was.
Hush’s shoulders tensed, but then he muttered, “Yeah.”
I sighed in defeat, laying my head back on the headrest. We were about five miles out from where Sia lived: a little ranch, in the middle of fucking nowhere. It reminded me of my childhood home. More rustic and less refined, but a ranch was a ranch.
“At least there’s a gas station close in case I need hard liquor during all this, hey, mon frère?”
Hush grunted, but he kept his head away from me. My fucking chest squeezed when I thought of his face this morning. My brother was dog tired. And I knew that shit wasn’t good for him. His face looked paler than normal, and his blue eyes were dull as fuck.
Set off a shit-ton of warning bells inside my head. He was thinking too much.
It was Sia.
All of this, the moping, the silence, was because of the beautiful bitch driving alone in the truck up ahead. Fuck, I could barely think of her without wanting to wrap my hand in her long hair and pull her to my fucking mouth. Tasting her tongue, her tits pressed up against my chest. I looked at Hush from the side of my eye and knew the brother did too. Since we’d met her at Ky’s wedding, I knew on the spot I liked the bitch. Her damn sassy mouth, the confidence that oozed from her every move.
Her ass wasn’t too bad either.
My lip flicked up in amusement as I thought back to yesterday and the VP’s little “talk” he had with me and Hush . . .
“Shut the fucking door behind you.” Ky stood at the front of church, arms folded. Styx stood on his right, his face like thunder too. Hush was tense as he trailed behind. He shut the door. I slumped down to my seat and threw my hands up behind my head. I made myself real fucking comfortable.
Hush pulled his chair out. I smirked at his ramrod back as he stared at Ky, waiting for our VP to speak.
I brought my lazy gaze back to Ky and had to fight back a grin at how his eyes narrowed on me. “VP,” I said. “You wanted to talk to us?”
“Damn fucking right I did.” Ky leaned his hands on the tabletop, palms flat. “Neither of you are gonna go near Sia except to protect her.” Ky got straight to the point. I felt Hush grow more tense. I didn’t lower my hands from my head. I’d known this was coming.
“You watch her ranch. Take shifts in looking out for any trouble. Not an hour goes by when one of you ain’t looking for that cunt, Garcia. Got it?”
“Got it,” I confirmed, just before Hush said, “Yeah.”
Ky’s eyes locked on me. “She is my fucking sister. Not one of you two assholes touches her in any way, got it?” He quickly sobered, and then said, “She’s been through enough shit at the hands of a man. I ain’t gonna tell you the fucking minute details, but she was fucking ruined by that bastard. Ain’t even had a date since. She’s better on her own.” The cocky smirk I was wearing fell away at that bit of intel. Ky leaned further forward until he was almost at my face. “I will fucking kill anyone who hurts her again. And that ain’t a threat.” His eyebrows drew together. “And it sure as shit ain’t gonna be any of my club brothers. Especially the two sweet-talking Cajuns that have slut pussy creaming over their fucking accents on the daily.”
“Okay, VP,” I said in my thickest Cajun French. Just to see if I could turn Ky’s red face up a few shades more. I saw the guy’s hands roll into fists, but before he could start throwing them my way, Hush put his hand on my arm to tell me to shut the fuck up.
“Ain’t gotta worry about that, mon frère,” he said. “We ain’t going after your sister. We get it. She’s off-limits.”
Ky glared at us. As did Styx. Before Ky left church, he pointed in my face. “You better be listening to your best friend out there, Cowboy. You don’t wanna face me again if I hear you’ve been sniffing around my sister.”
I laughed to myself as I thought of the VP’s veins throbbing in his neck, as if he could read my thoughts about his sister on my face. Hush turned around, his brows pulled down. It was a permanent damn feature these days. “Turn that frown upside down, mon frère,” I instructed and pushed my fingers against his lined forehead.
Hush batted my hand away. “What the fuck are you laughing at?”
“Ky. Yesterday. His fucking tirade. The gris-gris he tried to put on our asses.”
Hush shook his head, exasperated. “We got it good here at the club. Don’t go fucking it up for a piece of pussy.”
I choked on a laugh. “A piece of pussy?” I winked. “Think I’ll tell Sia you said that when we pull up. Sure she wants to hear it.” Hush’s nostrils flared, and his hand went to his thigh and squeezed. It was how he calmed himself down. How I did if I saw it happening before he realized he was losing his shit. Especially in public.
I quickly lost my smile, and I blew out a long breath. “That’s it though, hey Val? She ain’t just any pussy, is she?”
Hush turned to look out of the window again. “She is, Aub. That’s what you can’t seem to get through your fucking thick skull.” He shook his head. “You just won’t let it fucking drop. All the winks and raised eyebrows, the damn tapping of your motherfucking Stetson anytime she’s mentioned or speaks to us. I told you before, and I’ll tell you again: I ain’t interested. Just end your fucking games.” His shoulders tensed. “You want her that bad? Fuck her. You want my written permission or some shit?”
“Fuck you, Hush.” I was a pretty laid-back guy, but him speaking like that raised my forever-dormant rage from a one to a good solid three out of ten. “You want me flying solo on this one, mon frère? It can be arranged.” He sat there, seething. I just let him. Fucking prick was as stubborn as an ox. First thing I ever noticed about him at sixteen years old.
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.
After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.
Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.
When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.