Enrapture By Pierce Smith ♥ Release Blitz

Enrapture: Noah Series by Pierce Smith

Genre: MM Paranormal

Length: 285 pages

Publisher: Amazon

On their first Halloween eve, together things didn’t quite go as planned for two very passionate and horny men. Noah waits anxiously and impatiently for Ethan to get home from work to start their night of sexy fun. Noah discovers a man is watching him through the window across the street. When Ethan phones to let him know he’s caught in traffic, the fun starts with phone sex. Shortly after, a masked Ethan arrives for the Halloween night of fun. But a knock at the door later has left Noah wondering who he just made love to. They find themselves dealing with a few twists in this debut book of an erotic m/m series. It’s one-night tale with twist and turns, with lust wrapped in suspicion. A hot read will be having you beg for more!

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“You are so beautiful,” caressing his cheekbones he whispered and then biting the tip of his nose.

“Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong,”

Noah chuckled, “Tonight, the stars have planned to tease us,”

Ethan devastatingly rested his head on Noah’s shoulder. “Can’t we fuck him together?” Noah chuckled and tried to slip out of his hold but Ethan tightened his grip, “No way,”

“Okay,” saying this he remained as such under him, looking at the ceiling from his shoulder.

“Ding-dong,”

“Let me,” saying this Noah slithered from under his body from downside, expanding his legs. However, as Noah’s face reached to his loins Ethan pressed his dick over his face.

“I said no,” his plea was mixed.

“Don’t be a bull,” chewing his balls with his lips Noah groaned. Feeling the pain in his balls, Ethan immediately pulled his loins up and Noah slipped perfectly out of it. Getting on his elbows he spanked his ass, “You naughty ass, I’m coming in a second,” and Noah ran towards his boxer.

Ethan turned to take hold of him again, but Noah was out of his reach. “Shit,” in anger he slammed his palm against the pillow.

Chuckling Noah slid his boxer up, “Holy shit,” he mimicked him. Adjusted his cock and showed him his fully erect cock, “Coming in a second, honey,” and he opened the bedroom door.

“Ding-dong,”

“Return now,” Ethan, shouted in command, but Noah ignoring his words, Noah ran towards the main door.

“Ding-dong,”

Ethan watched Noah going away from him toward the main door.

“Ding-dong,”

“Yeah, Yeah. I’m here,” Noah, whispered sliding down the door’s bolt.

But the person at the door was equally impatient. “Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong…”

He opened the door and to hide his anger, he carried a smile on his lips. At the same time, his body froze after seeing the person standing at the door. The smile on his lips was lost in fear and surprise, the blood in his veins chilled. Noah felt like someone buried him under a glacier. He found Ethan at the door smiling devilishly. Ethan shouts, “Where were you?” stretching his hand, he pulls Noah towards him. He presses his lips over Noah’s, but Noah was unresponsive. He caressed his lips with his thumb, “What’s up, babes? Are you still angry or did you invite that toy in the house in my absence,” and he giggled wolfishly on his lips. Kissing Noah again, softly and lovingly. “I always miss these soft tempting lips,”

Pierce Smith, aka PS, has been writing since his childhood. He is a young, single, sexy author who lives alone in the countryside; somewhere on the Planet Earth. He always gets lost in a fantasy/paranormal world of ghosts, shape-shifters, aliens and more. Most of the time his imagination, intuitions, dreams, and his love for them, drift him away. He is into paranormal mysteries and hot erotic scenes. PS is a lover of food, coffee, and hot people. PS discovered that fantasizing is addictive and once you have a taste of it, you can’t get rid of it. Thus, escaping from the reality, he writes few short stories. Sadly, most of them go unpublished. He is planning to include them on his blog and share them through his Newsletter. On the advice of his friends, PS started writing long epic novels and self-publishing. PS does his job seriously; does a hell lot of research before putting anything into his books, and interacts with the community around him, a lot. He enjoys his characters (in every possible ways) before putting any of them on the paper. He lusts after them so that his readers can experience the same intensity in the characters. He loves talking a lot and flirts openly, enjoying the company of others.

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The Devil’s Kiss By Gemma James ♥ Release Blitz

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The Devil’s Kiss series Boxed Set by Gemma James is NOW LIVE! Don’t miss out on this deliciously dark complete romance!

Title: The Devil’s Kiss: Full Series Boxed Set

Author: Gemma James

Publication Date: March 9, 2017

Blurb

Nothing is black and white when everyone has secrets.

Broke and desperate, Kayla Sutton siphons thousands from her employer to pay for her daughter’s treatment, but when her boss finds out, he demands repayment…in the form of her submission.

What started as a game turns into so much more when the past returns, testing the chains that bind Gage and Kayla’s hearts together.

She fell for his wicked ways after he blackmailed her, stayed after he kidnapped her, went back to him after he almost destroyed them both with his fury. Now she wants to give him her future.

Willingly.

Boxed Set Includes

The Devil’s Kiss

The Devil’s Claim

The Devil’s Wife

The Devil’s Spawn

NOTE TO READERS: THE DEVIL’S KISS BOX SET is a dark romance with a BDSM edge that does NOT conform to safe, sane, and consensual practices. Includes explicit content and subject matter that may offend some readers. Intended for mature audiences

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Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

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Blame It On The Shame Part 3 By Ashley Jade ♥ Release Blitz

Title: Blame It On The Shame Part 3

Author: Ashley Jade

Genre: Dark Romance

There’s something lurking in all of us.
Something we hide and shelter from those we love in order to protect them.
A darkness we try to suppress because we’re ashamed of who that makes us.
Because that’s the thing about Shame.
It wounds us. It damages us.
Or, for the few poor souls out there like me…it defines us.
It’s there—in the shadows, beneath the surface…just waiting.
Until you let it break free
And the darkness consumes you.

My name is Ricardo DeLuca.
There are two things you need to know about me. The first—is that my heart will always bleed for her…
Only her.
The second— is that I’m the son of the devil himself—the most feared mob boss who ever lived.

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I’m a lover of psychology, romance, erotica, dark romance, dark erotica, and anything thought provoking…except for math. I’ve always read books growing up, and after having a strange dream one night; I decided to just go for it and publish my first series.

Little did I know, I would end up falling head over heels in love with writing.

If I’m not researching, paying off student loan debt, or writing a novel- you can usually find me watching my favorite series on Netflix, stealing my man’s t-shirts, or pondering the meaning of life.

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Title: Blame It On The Shame Part 3

Author: Ashley Jade

Genre: Dark Romance

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Cirque Act 2 By Ashleigh Giannoccaro ♥ Release Blitz

Title: Cirque Act 2 (Cirque #2)

Author: Ashleigh Giannoccaro

Genre: Dark Erotic Thriller

Release Date: January 20, 2017

Synopsis

Without my box I can’t be me
Kidnapped by a clown close to the sea
He’s torn inside where one equals two
One I hate, the other I love true

Secrets and lies become alibis
Sivan is damaged, it’s in his eyes
Riddles unravel when you know who masters
Now Imogene’s only home is Masters

An eye playing spy held me together
When I broke, he broke, two ends of frayed tether
We’re joined by the past like twin souls in hell
Innocent angels molested, and fell

I escaped it, but need to go back.
To love the man with his face painted black.
The circus is known for its eternal magic
Our tent of freedom is simply tragic.

Once a little girl fell, then she fell for me
I’m a fool, and she’s a fool for me
There’s a clown inside us all; a purpose
But this life, it’s all just a circus.

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Sivan

I squash the costumes, and bits I bought, into my car as best I can. The back window is completely blocked and I cannot see out of it at all. The clothing smells old and has that musty, almost stale smell, as if the sweat of the original owners is still in the fabric.

The pictures from his office have my mind spinning. He was part of my circus; he was there. That was his family’s circus. When I asked he just got upset and dismissed me, hurrying me to leave. I struck a nerve with him. I desperately want to know more, to ask him more, but risk losing him as a supplier.

My last task is shopping. We need food, toilet paper, and the other shit required to live on the fringes. I stop at the small coastal town nearest my new home and make my way around the few stores there. All I require are the basics, and a somewhat decent coffee. The folks in the stores eye me like the stranger I am, looking me up and down.

In a small grocer I gather fresh produce to cook with. A friendly girl behind the counter smiles and greets me; she doesn’t look at me like the older people have.

“Do you know where I can get a haircut in town?” I ask, while she bags my purchases into green plastic bags. She snickers and looks at me with a sweet smile.

“Two blocks up turn left, there’s a barber, but I think he’d shave it bald if you let him at that.” She eyes my messy long hair. “I wouldn’t cut it if I were you. Here.” She rolls a hair tie off her skinny wrist and hands it to me. “Just pull it back. The man-bun is all the rage nowadays.”

Giving a nod of thanks I pull my hair up into her pink elastic band and pay for the groceries. The final item on my list is done and I am relieved, ready to return to my own world and leave this charade of normal behind me.

“Thank you.” I smile as I grab the bags from the end of her counter.

“Pleasure, new guy in town.” She giggles and turns to help the purple haired old lady who has now ambled up to her cash register.

I leave the store feeling better. This day wasn’t what I hoped it to be, and the answers I wanted are now more questions. My heart is heavy with my mother’s confessions and Gavin’s betrayal. I am human and I feel just like they do.

Fuck me, this is all hurting me more than it should.

The short drive back home isn’t long and the hot afternoon sun is relentless on the car. Even with the AC on the sun burns me through the window.

Bouncing on the rutted dirt track I make my way to the tent, uneasiness making me check my mirrors and scan the surrounds. I feel as if I have been outed; that someone knows I am here now.

When I get out into the searing heat I look at the trailer where she is, and she is standing at my window staring out at me. She looks tired and dirty, broken and defeated. I hardly recognise my beautiful aerial dancer, but I recognise something else. Her eyes are as dead as the ones I watched through the window that summer, glassed over and devoid of emotion, as if the soul in them has perished and floated away with the wind.

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Bestselling Author Ashleigh Giannoccaro writes edgy dark romance and erotic horror, self published by choice she writes the stories others don’t dare. Currently residing in Johannesburg South Africa with her husband and two daughters Ashleigh enjoys writing stories that make you fall in love with the unlovable and leave you asking questions. When not writing she can be found with her kindle in a sunny spot reading or traveling with her family.

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Wicked Bride Games By Clarissa Wild ♥ Release Blitz

Title: Wicked Bride Games

Series: Indecent Games #1

Author: Clarissa Wild

Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: January 10, 2017

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“Wicked Over the top Wild!!! This story had my head spinning! The twists, turns, and thrills just kept coming from beginning to the end!! I LOVED IT!!” – 5 Stars Reviews from the Heart

“Without a doubt, this book has to be one of the most depraved stories I’ve read…I came away from it feeling twisted, filthy and bloody loved every second of it! *I’m officially twisted!*” – 5 Stars Ladies Living in Bookland

“That was just all kinds of twisted, dark, down right dirty and I loved every minute of it.” – 5 Stars Bloggers from Down Under

Fifty million dollars for three weeks of your life in the hands of a total stranger. Would you do it?

When Naomi Lee finds herself out of a job and out of the money she needs to pay her father’s medical bills, she receives an anonymous letter, containing an offer she can’t refuse.

Max Marino, a wealthy businessman, wants her and he’ll pay any price.

Three weeks of her time, no-holds-barred, in exchange for fifty million dollars.

With no other means to pay her bills, Naomi has no choice but to accept.

However, Naomi isn’t the only one who signs the contract.

And Max isn’t alone in his deal.

Three brothers …

Nine girls …

All competing for the ultimate prize … marriage.

Let the games begin.

WARNING: contains disturbing content some readers may find offensive. Includes scenes involving multiple men & women being dirty together. Every boundary is crossed. Read at your own risk.

Excerpt #1-

His hand is suddenly on my leg, slithering upward. “Tell me you don’t like me.”

“I don’t,” I say with an indifferent voice.

But all he does is burst into laughter.

“You can fool them, but you can’t fool me.” I suppose by them, he means the other girls.

“It’s true,” I add, trying to make it more believable.

His laughter stops, and his face turns dark. “No, it’s not.”

“I hate you,” I say.

His fingers curl around my thigh in a possessive manner. “Lie.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth. Be brave.”

I shrug, trying not to let him get to me, even when he does. “I just want the money that you offered me.”

“Uh-huh …” His fingers inch up even further until they’re right below my pussy. “But you need to marry me for that. And for me to want to marry you … I have to pick you.” He leans in and whispers in my ear, “So you’d better start giving me a reason to want to marry you.”

I suck in a breath as his tongue wets my skin, drawing a line from my ear down my neck. I’m trying not to shudder; honestly, I am, but this motherfucker makes it so hard for me to ignore my body’s response to his touch.

“Admit you like being touched by me … Maybe I’ll pick you if you do,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my neck.

“Fine. I can’t deny the physical reaction my body has to your advances.” I glance at him sideways. “Happy now?”

His lopsided smile makes me shake my head. How am I supposed to keep resisting his charms when he keeps looking at me like that? Like I’m the only one of the eight girls he really wants to get to know?

“It’s a start …” he muses.

“Why are you so intent on me being attracted to you? Is it that important? I mean you have seven other girls waiting in line, dying to get that fifty million—”

“I don’t want them,” he interrupts, and he reaches for a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. “I want you.”

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I take a sip of my whiskey on the rocks and stare at the crackling fire in front of me. My chair feels like a damn cage, holding me back from where I’m really supposed to be. This room where my brothers scheme and laugh as they play a game of pool on the green table in the back. Their noise distracts me from my goal.

Getting Naomi to submit as quickly as possible and making her pick me.

My grip on the glass tightens as I bring it to my lips and take another sip. This drink is the only thing that relaxes me when I’m stressed as fuck. I can’t help it; when I have to share with my brothers, things always get tense. We always want the same thing. Someone has to lose … and this time, it isn’t going to be me.

“So you’ve got a favorite yet?” Anthony asks Devon as he shoots a ball into the hole.

It takes Devon a while to answer. “No … not particularly.”

“I do …” Anthony muses, playing coy.

“Who?” Devon asks.

“That girl … with the olive skin and dark, thin eyes …” I can see him smile, and it makes me want to smash his face in with my glass.

“Hyun?” Devon makes a face. “I never pegged her to be your type.”

“Nah, the other one …”

I turn my head around the corner and growl, “Stay away from her.”

My brothers both look my way, but only Devon opens his mouth. “What’s your problem?”

“Stay. Away. From. Her.” I just give them the look. That look. The one we’ve learned to respect from one another. The one that says … I’m going to kill you if you touch what’s mine.

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Stacey’s gags and heaves make me peek through the corner of my eye, and I can see the terror on her face as Devon face-fucks her like he’s in a hurry. He thrusts so fast she can barely keep up, and her makeup is a mess. Then he smears his dick all over her face, spreading her own saliva until she’s covered in goo, only to thrust into the back of her throat again with full fervor.

“Is that what you want?” Max murmurs, grabbing the back of my head and tilting it. “Do you want me to fuck your brains out? Because I can … if you ask nicely. I just thought I’d go easy on you, but if you’re not satisfied …”

“I am … very satisfied,” I muse, and I show him my fingers which are covered in my own wetness. He bends over, grabs my hand, and sucks on my fingers, moaning as he pulls them out again.

“I can taste your arousal.” He grins and adds, “Make yourself come. I want to see your face undone as I come down your throat.”

He slides his cock down my throat, which is surprisingly easy. I’ve never had a man who tasted this good—even his pre-cum, which sticks to my tongue. All it does is make me hornier, and for some reason, I don’t find what Devon and Anthony are doing so repulsive anymore.

The way Anthony grabs Latisha’s neck and squeezes it until she can’t breathe, while his cock his still deep down in her throat, only makes me rub myself harder. That kind of power over a human being … I can almost taste it, feel it in the air, as it electrifies my body.

But then I see Devon slapping his cock against Stacey’s face, and it makes me want to bite.

“Lick it faster,” Max says, pulling me back to his domain. “And show me how you please your pussy. I’m keen to learn.”

I lift my dress for him to see my wet panties.

Even the girls who aren’t being face-fucked look at me as I finger myself.

I know they probably think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. But I’m about to come, and there’s no stopping the force that’s these three brothers. I just hope I can handle them all … because I know that sooner or later, they’ll come at me all at the same time. I just know it. They’re that devious.

Max takes a fistful of my hair and shoves his cock farther inside my throat. “Take it deep, Naomi. I want you to feel how badly I’ve waited for this moment.”

He thrusts in and out of my mouth until his base reaches my nose, and I can smell his skin.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back again as his dick bobs in my throat. He grabs my face with both hands and forces me to look at him. “When I thrust back into your mouth, you come. Understand?”

After I nod, he slams back in again with full force. At the sound of his loud moan, I come undone. I shiver as my body convulses, my pussy releasing in bliss. An explosion in my mouth follows, along with a long, drawn-out howl from Max. His cum shoots into the back of my mouth, and I can feel it run down my throat. It tastes like the devil’s cum—so good, so sinful.

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As we sit on opposite ends in my limo, I can’t take my eyes off her. Her olive skin glistens in the sun as it shines through the window she’s looking through. She hasn’t looked at me since she slid into the car with me. I wonder if she’s upset about my proposal, if she has any regrets … whether she’s preparing for what’s to come.

She should.

This isn’t just some ordinary deal, but she’ll find out soon enough. Then again … she isn’t an ordinary woman either.

I admire her from a distance, but my fingers can’t help but reach for her face. I gently slide back a few strands of her black hair and tuck them behind her ear. Her eyes flash as she turns her head, her face still completely blank. I wonder what’s going on inside that brain of hers. If it’s just as beautiful as her body in that skirt.

I can’t wait to peel it all away, layer by layer, until nothing is left.

My hand caresses her cheek gently. She doesn’t lean away, even though I expected her to, with her feistiness. Instead, her lips tip up into a smile. How strange … and delightfully pleasant.

“Why are you smiling?” I ask.

“For a man who can do anything to the woman sitting next to him, you sure do pick an awfully sweet gesture,” she muses, making me smile too.

“That’s because I’m savoring you for as long as I can before—” I cut myself off before I say too much. I don’t want to upset her. At least, not while I’m in her vicinity. She’d probably kill me if she knew, which is why I won’t say a word until we arrive at our destination.

“Before what?” She frowns.

“Nothing.” I pull my hand back and clear my throat. “Ignore what I just said.”

Her mouth twitches, but she keeps it shut, thankfully. Although I can definitely see her thoughts just from the scowl on her face. I snort.

“What’s so funny?”

“Like I said, nothing,” I say, shrugging.

“Well …” She stares at her nails and rubs one of them profusely. “If this is how it’s going to be for almost an entire month, then I guess this is going to be easier than I thought.”

I raise a brow. “How so?”

She smirks. “Because not talking is boring as fuck.”

I laugh. “Miss Lee … if there is anything you do need to know is that these weeks are going to be anything but boring.” I lean in so close, I can smell her perfume. Roses and a hint of honey. I close my eyes and take a whiff. Then I look up at her with half-mast eyes, barely able to contain myself. I’d rather just bite her in the shoulder for trying to taunt me, but I won’t. I’ll keep it civil … for now.

“I will entertain you thoroughly,” I muse, as I grab her hand and kiss her palm.

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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, and Wicked Bride Games. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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The Darkness Series By Cassia Brightmore ♥ Release Blitz

Title: The Darkness Series: The Complete Saga

Author: Cassia Brightmore

Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: November 7, 2016

Blurb

All four books in this heart-stopping, dark romance series are now available in one boxed set! Prepare to be on the edge of your seat with each one of these mind-blowing thrillers in a series you won’t soon forget.

Malevolent

Darkness has a seductive power, a delicious energy that sinks its claws in deep. Once the devil has a hold of you, true malevolence is born.

Sheriff Brady James has sworn to protect the small town of Durham Heights, his current priority to ruthlessly hunt a sadistic killer on the loose. With lives at stake, his focus is split between two beautiful women – one dark, one light. The clock is ticking, the threat palpable; crawling closer at every turn. Once death has you in its sights, there is no escape.

Evanesce

If your soul has been plunged into the dark depths of despair, how hard would you fight to claw your way back to the surface? Can the life you lost be restored, or is it destined to be forever phased out of existence? Fated to dissolve into a distant memory.

A sinister criminal ring has descended on the small town of Norton Springs, instilling fear in the residents. A vicious wave of disappearances coupled with the gut-wrenching horror of infants being ripped from the arms of their helpless mothers has the town quaking in terror.

Denouement

The past and present collide in the final book of the Darkness Series. Old enemies return and unlikely allies are formed when a serial arsonist targets the small town of Stockton Crossing, Louisiana. Working together with the surrounding towns of Durham Heights and Norton Springs, firefighter Lieutenant Weston Hunt is forced out of his reclusive tendencies to help apprehend the madman.

When Aubrey Sinclair, the sexy librarian he’s always had a thing for becomes the next target, they are thrown together in more ways than one. She needs his protection and he’s powerless to deny her. With the chaos closing in around them, will they solve the puzzle before it’s too late? Or is their destiny to go down in a fiery blaze?

Repentance

Obsession is a passionate emotion. A dark blend of desire and longing; it distorts reality into twisted fantasies. How far would you go to ensure the object of your infatuation is forever in your possession?

Two people thrown together in a twist of fate. One running from his past; the other chasing a brighter future. Can they be each other’s salvation? Or will any happiness they find be ripped to shreds by the deadly obsession of another? Redemption comes at a high-staked price no one is willing to pay as the Darkness Series returns for one last mind-blowing trip into the depths of despair.

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Cassia Brightmore is a Canadian dark romance author. She loves writing dark stories with twisted characters that she hopes will thrill the reader as well as make them fall in love.She loves hockey, video games and online shopping. If she’s not writing or editing, you can usually find her doing one of these things. Writing is her passion and publishing her first book as an indie author is truly a dream come true.

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His Dark Canvas By Alexandrea Weis ♥ Blog Tour

Title: His Dark Canvas

Series: A Corde Noire Novel

Author: Alexandrea Weis
Genre: Dark Erotica
Release Date: August 29, 2016

His Dark Canvas Ella Winston is a talented chef with a problem–the slightest touch can reveal anyone’s darkest secrets.

Hired to cook for the artist, Ren Plancharde, she struggles to keep her ability under wraps.

After accidently uncovering Ren’s underground activities, the eccentric painter offers Ella a glimpse into his world of pleasure and pain. Intrigued, he decides to make Ella a part of his sinister Corde Noire Society, but his chef isn’t quite ready to commit.

Absolute submission isn’t all Ren wants from the stubborn woman. He has big plans for her gift, too. The only question is … will Ella be willing to give in to his desires when the time comes?

The darkness within can hide a lifetime of secrets.

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“5 paint me stars! Another great book in the series… I’m still fanning myself!” ~5 Star Review by Melissa at Alpha Book Club

“This series is outstanding!! I absolutely love this series and this book in particular.” ~5 Star Review by Kathy on Goodreads

“His Dark Canvas was an EXCELLENT read! … Full of hidden desires, food and paint! Oh and sex!” ~5 Star Review by Ashley on Goodreads

Through the haze of her apple martinis, Ella spotted someone across the wide dining room. He was different from the other patrons there to celebrate the restaurant’s two-year anniversary. With an arrogant walk, he strutted across the stone floor. Lean, muscular, and blessed with one of those bodies women would always notice, he had dark blond hair and disquieting dark green eyes. He was the kind of guy who knew he was good-looking and let everyone else know it, too. She wasn’t usually attracted to that type, but this man—his confidence intrigued her.

“You’re Ella, Ella Winston,” he said in a voice like dark chocolate fondue: deep, and wickedly sexy.

“Yeah.” She almost dropped her drink. “I’m the sous chef.”

“I know. Marcus told me.”

As his smile sank to the depths of her belly, he extended his hand, but Ella ignored it.

Don’t touch him. You know what happens when you touch them.

“So, how do you know Marcus?” Ella quickly asked, hoping to make up for her rudeness.

He laughed, looking her over. Above the din in the room, she could sense something different about his laugh. Unlike the insincere chortle of others, this man’s laugh got to her. She was having an unusual physical reaction, something that never happened to her. When most men laughed, Ella usually ran away.

“Marcus and I share the same friends.”

“What friends are those?” she asked, craving another martini.

“The wealthy kind, who like to support the arts.” He raised a green bottle of sparkling water in his hand. “I’m a painter. Marcus and I know a lot of people who like to pretend they’re patrons and keep us gainfully employed.”

“Painter?” Ella shrugged, finding it hard to believe Marcus knew any painters. “What do you paint?”

“Portraits of women. Usually with very little clothing.”

Oh yeah, I need another drink. “Is that lucrative?”

“For me it is.”

Her eyes wandered around the dining room, desperate to find a rescue. Ella needed to get away from this man before she said or did something really stupid.

“Do you like art?” he pressed.

“Some art. I think it would depend on the passion I see in a painting.”

“The passion in a painting?” That laugh again. Her toes tingled. Not good. “You sound like a painter, Ms. Winston.”

The martini glass in her hand suddenly weighed a ton. “Isn’t painting a passion for an artist, like cooking is a passion for a chef? Having a passion is a healthy thing. It reminds us that we have a soul.”

He nodded, seemingly approving of her drunken ramblings. “That’s very profound and also very true. I think you have a lot of talents yet to be discovered, Ella. May I call you Ella?”

“Ah, sure. Ella is fine.” Her mouth went dry. “What makes you think I have any talents outside of cooking?”

“I have a sense for these things.”

She tensed. Can he tell? The same thought always haunted her when she met new people. Ella fought so hard to keep her secret under control. Time to make a run for it.

“Don’t let Marcus know I have other talents. He’ll probably fire me.”

She was about to depart when he stopped her. He leaned in, and she could just make out the small cleft in his pointy chin. “I promise, if you ever need a job, I’ll hire you.”

His mouth was so close she could have kissed his perfect, thin lips. Frightened by the notion, Ella backed away. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I hope you do, Ella.”

She should have done a million different things: asked his name, gotten his phone number, or stayed to flirt with him some more. Instead, Ella walked away. She figured it was one of those moments in life she would live to regret. Fortunately, Ella found the bar and drowned her disappointment in another apple martini.

Ella reasoned that was the way of it. You meet people and move on, and one day, if you’re lucky, you meet the interesting ones again.

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Creative portrait of a girl with paint on his face.

From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. Her work has been critically acclaimed and has been continually growing in popularity.

Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehaber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.

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Title: Ransom

Series: Dead Man’s Ink Series

Author: Callie Hart

Genre: Dark/Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 31, 2016

Blurb:

SOPHIA

6 Months

A lot can happen in six months. A heart can break and heal countless times. A life can change so dramatically that it’s unrecognizable anymore.

Sophia was a ghost, a made up pseudonym on a fake ID that helped Alexis buy beer. She was never meant to become a real person. She was never meant to live. Breathe. Hurt. Love. It’s funny how one moment can alter the course of a lifetime. Now Alexis is a ghost, and Sophia is all that remains.

But what happens when the threats you’re terrified to acknowledge come true? What happens when your loved ones are in danger, and facing the past is the only way to save them?

The newest prospect of the Widow Makers Motorcycle club is about to find out.

REBEL

Louis James Aubertin III has always been single minded in his goal: bring down the Los Oscuros cartel, and kill Hector Ramirez for ordering the death of his uncle. Over the course of the last 6 months, things don’t seem that cut and dried anymore, though. If chasing down Hector means endangering the woman he loves, is it really worth the risk? If sending his club to war against one of the most dangerous cartels in the world means ruining the one good thing in his life, is the price worth paying?

Jamie will do anything to protect Sophia, but with Hector kidnapping her family members and demanding the greatest of ransoms, keeping her safe is beginning to seem like an impossible task.

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Callie Hart is an obsessive romantic who loves throwing a dark twist into her stories. Her characters are imperfect, flawed individuals who dictate when she eats, sleeps and breathes. Callie’s Internationally Bestselling Blood & Roses series has garnered well over 1000 5 star reviews.

Sociopath’s Obsession By V.F. Mason ♥ Blog Tour

Title: Sociopath’s Obsession

Series: Sociopath, Book One

Author: V.F. Mason

Genre: Dark Romance

Published: May 17, 2016

Sapphire

Life, as I knew it, was over one year ago.

I lost my family, my home and any support that came with it.

Living in a crappy apartment with my roommate and working two jobs was not how I envisioned my future.

However, that was one of the things my family had taught me.

Dreams and illusions held no power in the real world.

All this was worth it though as long as I knew I was safe.

Until he showed up, shattering any peace I had.

Sociopath

Violence towards those who wronged me was my only salvation and revenge.

Nothing brought me greater pleasure than the pain and suffering I inflicted on my victims.

Until I met her.

She became my obsession.

Sapphire.

My Sapphire.

If I were a better man, I would have left her alone and never made her part of my life.

But I was a monster.

And monsters didn’t have hearts.

“All I can tell you is if you want a book that is going to crawl up into your skin and grab a hold of your soul this is it. Its brutal, its terrifying, its consuming and its one of the best (yes friends) love stories of two people I have EVER read.” – Reader Review

“I’ve read a lot of dark books, but I think this may be one of my absolute favorites I’ve read this year!!” – Alpha Book Club

Chapter 1

Monster

Sociopath

The man in the chair was pinned to the wall with several straps across his chest. He cried out in pain as I relished the exquisite torture my hands inflicted on him. It was truly a work of art to make a man suffer agonizing pain, but not enough to die.

I’d mastered it for many years, learned everything there was, and practiced my craft religiously.

Knives, guns, chains, wires.

Nothing was off limits for me.

I loved this—the feeling of power and knowledge that I could play with my victim for days, and sometimes, if the mood struck me, for weeks. When I finally had enough, and it was always about me, I’d kill the fuckers quickly. They tended to get on my nerves with all their whining.

The most boring part in the whole process was disposing of the body—not much work there—and then covering my tracks so the traces would never bring anyone to me.

However, the idea of anyone suspecting me of such things was laughable.

I was the one who sent condolences to their wives and families, if they had any, and the one who actively participated in police searches.

People were very naïve sometimes. They had no idea appearances could be deceiving.

What they thought was good, might be dark.

What they thought was dark, might be the only salvation to human kind.

“Mercy.” The fucker was choking on his own blood; his voice was barely a whisper, and his eyes were wide with fear. It made me chuckle.

“Never.” I held the knife, small but sharp, and engraved small patterns on his back, which earned me another cry of pain. The familiar, disgusting smell of urine filled the air. How many fucking times could this guy piss his pants? Adjusting my nose mask better on my face, I continued to write the names on his back, so he would know what the fuck he suffered for.

You’d probably think I was a monster.

Well, you wouldn’t be wrong.

I loved torture and pain, but only when I was the one to inflict it.

I was the witness, judge, and executioner all at once.

No one knew better than I did what it was like to be in their position.

Helpless.

Afraid.

Starved.

Neglected.

And in pain.

Always in fucking pain.

No one was born a monster.

He made me the person I was, and I was glad for his ‘gift.’

Sociopath took care of men like him, made sure they suffered to death. They would never get an easy death from me. I’d make them suffer for all the shit they’d done. It was fun and well deserved.

Mercy. What a funny concept.

I would never have mercy for anyone in this world, let alone for people who were the same monsters as I was.

Life wasn’t that generous.

I was not that generous.

No one knew about it; no one knew my name. They only knew a nickname.

Sociopath.

And those who received an e-mail with that name knew the end was coming.

It was part of my high, to watch them for weeks being cautious, uneasy, and frightened of every step. They knew why they would suffer.

Life was fucking great.

It thrilled me.

And I never wanted more.

Women were interchangeable, and I only used them when I needed a cover.

I never wanted to touch them, never wanted them to touch me. Fucking hated any physical contact with them longer than what was necessary. I never allowed them to touch my dick, or any other part of my body. I had to learn how to please them, so they wouldn’t try any stupid moves.

Sex was a chore, a necessary weapon to use when information or access was needed. Nothing more, nothing less.

Until I met her.

Meeting her changed something inside me, and my control snapped.

She was a target, just like everyone else. One touch from her, and she became my everything.

Instead of being repulsed by her, I yearned to touch her, and for her to become undone under me. My head was filled with images of our bodies covered in sweat when she was spread on the mattress in my dungeon, her body covered in my bite marks of ownership.

I never wanted to hurt her, but I wanted to own her. Brand her as mine for the world to see and accept me as I was.

She had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen; it was like looking into the clear blue sky.

They were warm and beautiful.

Sapphire.

My Sapphire.

If I were a better man, I would have left her alone and never made her part of my life.

But I was a monster.

And monsters didn’t have hearts.

V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen.
Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it.When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.

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