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Rayne Sampson is a beautiful woman who has men throwing themselves at her feet with one bat of her eyelashes. She is a woman that men write sonnets about, but she isn’t happy. Disgusted by her brother’s new wife, Rayne refuses to accept Emma in her life. Rayne knows that Chad has it out for her, however, she’s decided she’ll be the one teaching the lesson this time. Can she ignore the way her body yearns for his touch long enough to prove her point?
Fighting each other, the passion between them ignites, leaving them both burning. Will they survive “the lesson” Chad sets out to teach her? Or will they both be incinerated before they reach the end of the line?
Sometimes facing defeat is the only way to find yourself redeemed.



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Your twenties are supposed to be some of the best, and certainly the most fun of your life, but for Emma Taylor, turning twenty-five brought her world crashing down around her. Four years after being diagnosed with a debilitating disease, her love life is non-existent. A series of failed blind dates–courtesy of her friends–has left her feeling depressed and defeated. Intent on turning to her best friend for a vent session, Emma sends off a rapid-fire instant message, except her message ends up in someone else’s inbox. The inbox of hot Navy pilot, Bryan Sampson–her friend Mel’s best friend, and Emma’s secret crush.
Bryan Sampson has only met Emma Taylor one time during a night of karaoke while on leave, but in one night, she managed to make an impression. She seemed timid and uncomfortable in her own skin, but underneath it all, he could see how strong she had to be in order to cope with her disease. So when her message catches his eye, he opens it without a second thought and realizes almost immediately it isn’t intended for him. Now that he’s read it, though, he can’t turn his back on her and feels duty bound to help the cause. Besides, what else is he supposed to do with his free time? He vows he will help her find love never suspecting that the more he talks to her, the more he finds out about himself…the more she occupies his thoughts.
Emma is determined to face her demons thanks to Bryan’s encouragement, but little by little she begins falling harder for the one person who isn’t ashamed of her or her disease. Can she put her heart on the line and take the risk? Can she convince Bryan that love, her love, is worth it?
Sometimes all it takes is one person to expose the beauty within.

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Title: Rock The Dream (Redfall Dream Series #1)
Authors: B.B. Miller & Leslie Carson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 1, 2017
Synopsis
Multi-platinum, award-winning rock musician Kennedy Lane has it all—packed arenas, private jets, and loyal fans. Everything is at his fingertips… until a tragic accident twists his dream into a nightmare. Haunted and lost, the only place he comes alive is on stage, playing for a sea of nameless faces. He’s desperately wanting more, and losing hope that he’ll ever find it.
Abigail Walker, Executive Director of an international children’s charity, lives for her job. Determined not to repeat past mistakes, she pours her energy into making the lives of the families she works with just a little better. But her dedication doesn’t keep her warm at night, a fact that she’s beginning to regret.
When a little boy’s hope to meet his idol brings them together, Kennedy is shocked to find that determined Abigail may be the one to help him make his dreams come true—if he’s strong enough.
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Chapter 1
Kennedy
“Don’t you want more?” My voice sounds disembodied, dry, and raspy, like I’m a seventy-five-year-old chain smoker who doesn’t give a shit about what a lifetime of nicotine has done to his lungs.
A booming bass fills the penthouse suite at the San Francisco Fairmont, where my band, Redfall, and a host of strangers party into the night. “Mmm… You’re so fucking hot.” It’s a slurred and intoxicated whisper against my neck from some nameless groupie sitting on my lap. Gin and desperation roll off her in waves. She licks the curved chaos of ink snaking down my shoulder and grinds her skinny, naked body against mine. I shudder at the feel of skin and bones against me. She pushes her tits forward, and breathes in my ear. “Touch me, Kenny.”
“I always want more. So do you.” The voice of my tour manager, Brodie Dixon, drifts to me from somewhere far away. I lean back against the couch, trying to open my eyes in an attempt to find him. I feel like I’m floating in a dream or a nightmare; it’s hard to tell which. I’m stuck somewhere between reality and a fucked up fantasy.
“Name’s Kennedy,” I mumble.
“Kenny, Kenny, Kenny,” she chants as she rolls her hips against mine.
I turn my neck in the direction I think Brodie’s voice came from, making a feeble attempt to brush away the hand flattening against my stomach, and drifting south. I can feel her jagged nails scratching over my hip, fumbling, as she attempts to unhook my leather belt.
Her hot, liquor-laced breath fans over my exposed chest, and her fingers lazily drift along the tatt that covers my neck. She doesn’t give a shit about me. She’s just here because I’m Kennedy-Fucking-Lane and she wants to say she fucked me.
Somehow, I manage to open my eyes. Through an intoxicated haze, I can make out Brodie—at least I think it’s him—bent over a table, slowly moving his face along a mirrored surface. I lift the dead weight of the bottle of Jack to my lips, welcoming the burn as the whiskey hits my throat.
Muted light filters in from the gaps in the curtains, catching the glare from the mirror and splaying prisms of color over Brodie’s body. He leans back in the chair and lifts his hand to his nose, snorting back any excess coke he may have missed. He cracks his neck like he always does when he’s finished, and pats his thigh.
It feels like I’m watching in slow motion as a groupie appears like an apparition out of nowhere and floats to his lap, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck and crashing her lips to his.
I shut my eyes, guiding the heavy bottle back to my lips, hoping the magic liquid will block everything out. It hurts to swallow. My throat feels like it’s on fire. I wonder how much is enough to numb the pain.



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Title: The Billionaire’s Package (Thirsty Thursday Series #1)
Author: Kyle Autumn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2017
Synopsis
Shiree
One day, I’m doing my job and minding my own business…
Okay. Maybe sitting behind the desk of the richest, most powerful man in our city isn’t considered minding my own business. But I’m only here because I’m doing my job. That part is true.
I’m a package handler at National Express, and today, I have a package for Mr. Charles Masters, billionaire and CEO of Launchpad Systems, biggest tech company in the nation. And, when I’m caught red-handed getting a little too comfortable behind his desk, he looks at me like he wants me to handle his package.
It’s too bad he turns out to be a pompous caveman.
Except he’s an incredibly hot pompous caveman. And I can’t stop thinking about him.
I can’t wait to tell my girls about this at the next Thirsty Thursday…
——————-
Chaz
The board of the company I built from the ground up doesn’t approve of the way I’m living my life. In fact, they don’t just disapprove—they want me to change.
Their plan is to throw me a fake engagement party to show the world I’m a changed “family man” now. And my right-hand man sends that plan spiraling out of control when he sends the local package delivery woman into my office.
It’s too bad she turns out to be so sensitive and unresponsive to my charm.
Except she’s incredibly sexy when she’s upset. And I have to make things right.
Maybe the board was right about this “family man” stuff after all…
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I head down the hall, and that man was right. I can’t miss the office door with Charles Masters, CEO in bold, white letters. When I knock, no one answers, so I let myself in to do as the man told me to do—leave it on the desk.
As I enter, I’m taken aback by the sheer modern, fancy vibe of the room. Everything’s sleek. Rounded corners. Black, white, and gray. Little splashes of red in the form of his mouse pad, a painting, and the marbles in a clear vase on his desk. The brown of the package barely fits in with the color scheme, but the delivered box seems at home on his desk.
Now that I’ve done my job, I should leave and get on with my day. Yes. Yes, I should do that.
But I don’t.
Curiosity wins out, and I walk behind the desk and sit in his chair—which isn’t a wingback chair, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a one-of-a-kind. Maybe it’s my plain taste, but I’ve never seen anything like it.
Probably because I’ve never been in a situation like this. Surrounded by wealth, success, money. And that’s fine. Not having those things hasn’t diminished my happiness. I’m doing all right without them. My job is steady, I have amazing friends, and my heart isn’t broken.
That being said, I could be…happier.
But whatever. Everything happens for a reason, and good things come to those who wait. So I’ll keep waiting while everything keeps happening for reasons.
I lean back in Charles Masters’s chair. I don’t know what comes over me, but I put my feet up on the desk too, crossing my legs at my ankles. Then I clasp my hands in my lap and wonder if this is what it feels like to have the world at my fingertips. A smile crosses my lips as I can see how someone can get used to this.
And then a throat clears, which snaps me out of my reverie right quick.
I jump out of the chair. Mostly because I don’t want to lose my job if this incident gets back to my boss. Getting caught is one thing; getting fired is another.
“Can I help you?” Charles Masters himself asks me from the doorway of his office.
His suit is neat, pressed, and just as sleek as his office. Black pants, black jacket, white shirt, black tie. Crisp and clean.
And it makes him way sexier than I thought it would when I saw pictures of him in the news.


About The Author

Kyle Autumn is the author of sexy contemporary romances that will melt your heart and your panties. She also writes erotic short stories series that will likely melt your panties more than your heart. She loves chocolate and pajamas. Can’t be bothered to brush her hair most days. Can always be bothered to write her pants—er, pajama bottoms—off.
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Book Title: Hot As F*ck
Author: Avery Aster
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 24, 2017
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Love, Lex: New Yorker Lex Easton is curvy, outspoken and hot as f*ck. In this duet, you’ll join her on a naughty new adult adventure. As a virgin she crushes hard core on a motorcycle cop when he arrests her for blowing up her mother’s penthouse. After a night in jail, she’ll do anything to secure her freedom.
Undressed: Milan’s notorious playboy, Prince Tittoni, seems to have everything—Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces throughout Europe and business success. Ramping up his fabric company to go global with a new apparel brand, he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the American client who inspired the collection. But once they meet, what’s he willing to give to get Lex Easton in his bed?
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“Ahhhhhh!” she roared in his ear. Her breath hit his skin in bursts. “I love your dick, you—”
Lex gripped onto her legs, freeing his hands to position his body over her. “Oh, yes. Fuck me!” She aimed her vagina better into action, her spasmodic contractions clamping around him. “I—I’m coming again. Ohhh, yeaaeeoo.” Her excitement shot on his upper legs.
“Principessa, stay still. Perfect, like that.” Massimo drilled down on her, filling her to the highest hilt, his sac slapping against her creamy skin. His cock shoved inside, but not quite all the way.
“Tight, tight, bella. I was certain I’d climax the second I got inside you. You have no idea.” He loved her wetness, testing the limits to see how far he could go. His hips went back and forth. This is it.
“Told you it’d been a while,” she sassed on.
“Bella’s going to get it.” His body heat rose. Massimo studied her face, watching her love him. Each thrust he’d give inched the bed toward the wall with a loud creak.
“More, give me more,” she begged, her back arching as she leaned into him.
“Yeah, principessa.”
“Yeah, Masi.”
“You are ready, bella.”
“Harder!” Her legs fell on his shoulders as he impaled her. She raked her nails over his chest, twisting his nipples. The titty twist game he’d played on her earlier lived as a close memory.
“I am your DJ tonight. I set our beat,” he boasted, reaching for a pillow. He held up her ankles with one hand while sliding the cushion under her lower back with the other.
Spreading her legs wide, she took a deep breath and said, “I love how petite I am in your arms.”
Fingers scissoring over her pussy as he pulled out, he felt Lex’s soaked pubic hair.
Her face begged for more and her core stared back at him, waiting for fulfillment.
“Can you take my entire cock, bella?”
Massimo brought her hips up.
“Do it!”
Akin to his V12 Lamborghini picking up speed, he throttled inside her walls. “So good!” he exclaimed, noting he could no longer tell where her body ended and his began. He revved up for more.
“Yes,” she said, quaking and drowning his cock as her entire body clenched tight around him. “I am coming again. Jesus, fuck!”
Lex is beauty. Lex is love. Lex is mine. “Bellissima.” He dug. Massimo pushed harder as the bedframe knocked the far corner, motivating him to persist.
Her body trembled and spasmed into fits.
It shocked him.
He realized Lex required more. “Ready, principessa?” he asked, but didn’t wait for response as she clenched tight, contracting around his girth. Lex sucked him in. Fucking hungry.
“You want my balls?” he hinted.
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