Sunday, June 29, 2014

Marking Him Now Available in Print!

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 The day Maya Owens walked into his tattoo shop, everything Talan knew changed. After officially starting a relationship, he has trouble managing Maya—a woman who consumes every part of his being and now owns his heart. His need to control her and everything around her drives Maya insane, but he has good reason. After all, Janice is still lurking around and she has a vendetta against his Bitty. In no time, Talan wants more, and it’s faster than Maya can handle, and things begin to get complicated. Months of frustration and want take them for a ride neither wanted, but now yearn for. Will they make it through the turbulence? And if so, at what cost?

Genre Erotica/ Contemporary Romance

Publication Date May 27th 2014

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Friday, June 20, 2014

{Blog Stop} Jungle Fever Duology by author: L V Lewis



Title: Jungle Fever Duology
Author: L V Lewis
 Release Date: May 27, 2014


A boxed set of The Ghetto Girl Romance Duology, which includes the books Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever and Exit Strategy:


Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever

Keisha Beale, a street-wise Chicago south-sider two years out of DePaul University, is a quarter million dollars in start-up capital away from realizing her dream of owning a recording studio/record store. She takes the place of her more business-savvy partner in a meeting with Tristan White himself, the venture capitalist they've targeted to fund their business.

A bi-racial--African American and Brazilian--woman with atroubled past, Keisha has been so focused on her business pursuits that her love life has been non-existent. Tristan White is the devastatingly hand some, 32-year old CEO of White Enterprises, the firm he built using only the inheritance his mother left him to prove to his father he had the mettle to do it alone. He comes from a long line of wealth, and lives the life of a "one-percenter" on Chicago's Gold Coast. Tristan is accustomed to controlling every aspect of his life given his birth into a world of white privilege.

50 Shades To The 2nd Power ...

When Keisha and Tristan's worlds collide, sparks fly, and a fever is ignited in them both that they have never experienced before. It turns out they each have secrets, but together, in the unorthodox arrangement Tristan proposes, they discover passions they never knew they had.

... Meets Keisha From The Block!

The Ghetto Girl title is, in all truthfulness, a misnomer.


Keisha Beale is a highly-educated young woman who just happens to have been born on the other side of the socio-economic tracks. She embraces all of who she is, and navigates almost effortlessly in both worlds.

Erotic, amusing, and in places hilarious, the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy is a parody with a new take on a Fifty Shades type story that will take you even further into the BDSM world, and promises to make the vanilla original Fifty Shades more colorful.


Exit Strategy

Ex•it Strat•e•gy (noun) 1. A preplanned means of extricating oneself from a situation that is likely to become difficult or unpleasant. 2. The method by which a venture capitalist or business owner intends to get out of an investment that he or she has made in the past.

Will Keisha and Tristan exercise their elaborate EXIT STRATEGY and end their unorthodox arrangement? Assailed by demons she thought she had conquered, Keisha Beale has uttered the words to end her tumultuous relationship with Tristan White. Separated, they grapple for a time with their personal demons. However, when their lives apart become unbearable, a credible threat brings them back together prematurely. As they seek to discover who is responsible for the threats, several seemingly unrelated incidents throw them into a tailspin. Will Keisha’s youthful indiscretions or Tristan’s un-reconciled feelings for a former sub derail their tenuous arrangement? In the meantime, trouble in Nathan and Jada’s paradise send dramatic ripples that hint of future difficulties in the idyllic pairing.

Nothing Ventured…

Tristan uses his vast wealth and connections to correct a gross miscarriage of justice, while Keisha makes herself utterly vulnerable to Tristan and fears he has chosen to exercise his own exit strategy.

…Nothing Gained!

Will this be the end of the indecent arrangement that became a fairy tale? Or will Keisha and Tristan reveal the trauma from their pasts so they may heal and completely embrace their relationship? Sensual, suspenseful, and still infused with the riotous levity of Triple-G and Fairy Hoochie Mama, the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy departs from full parody with a distinctive take on love, loyalty, sacrifice, redemption, and acceptance.











I wake up alone in Tristan’s bed, fully sated by the telltale ache between my legs but otherwise feeling like Anakin Skywalker. I’ve been lured to the dark side, yet again. The glossy sheen of lust has worn off, and I might just be in a worse situation than I was before. Tristan targeted me with all that romantic charm and cast out his line; I took the bait, and he reeled me in just as sweet as you please.
What kind of idiot am I to allow him to woo me into a romantic stupor like that? He showed me an aberration, a glimpse of something I’ll likely never have with him, and I fell like a flimsy house of cards. Yes, I was suckered but good.
“Oh God. What have I done?” I mutter.
My Fairy Hoochie languishes on her mini chaise with a chicken-shit grin on her face. You got us laid, is what!
“Insatiable heifer.”
She purses her little lips. Like you didn’t want him yourself.
Mini-me has a point. I was practically having Tristan DTs just before he called, I was so damned horny. It didn’t take much pushing on his part to get me back into his bed. I can’t say the same for his role-play room, though. I was afraid to go back in there, because I didn’t want him to get carried away and utter another Javier Beale-ism in the heat of the moment that would throw me into another convulsive anxiety attack.
Tristan took me through some rather benign bondage routines and took the punishment deck completely off the table, so I felt fairly comfortable after the first scene. Thank goodness Daddy dearest never tied me up, blindfolded me, or locked me up. Otherwise Tristan—and me by default—would be SOL.
My Triple-G is still sleeping like the dead and snoring like she hasn’t slept well in weeks. Poor little fairy. At least she looks happy.
I shake off my ambivalence and smile to myself when I see the expression of utter bliss on her tiny face. Last night  was perfection. It was a multiple-O night, as most nights are with Tristan White. I am always surprised how just the right amount of pressure executed in such a precise manner can be so lust-inducing. He massaged and patted my derriere until he graduated to a light spanking, and the sight of my ass cheeks all bathed a dusky rose made him so hard I could still feel the sensation of the tip of his manhood hitting my cervix.
I hug myself at the intensity of the recollection and then drag my ass out of bed. I tug on the shirt I ripped off Tristan the night before and slide on a clean pair of his boxer briefs. They’re too big, but the elastic waist keeps them from sliding down. I also borrow his shortest robe to cover up because I don’t want to traipse around Mrs. Naven in anything less than proper attire.
Barefoot, I go in search of him. I follow the sound of voices. As I’m about to enter the sitting room, I hear him say, “I took your advice.”
I stop just at the edge of the open door and listen. I’m not sure why I do. Mama’s always told me “most eavesdroppers wind up wishing they hadn’t.” Her way of saying they invariably hear exactly what they shouldn’t, and I believe I’m about to be the rule and not the exception.
“And did you give yourself a little bit of hope in the process?”
“Maybe.”
“Just so you know, I’ve gone all in with Jada, man. She is the whole package. Everything I’ve always wanted in a woman. Six months to a year, I’m putting a ring on it.”
It’s Nathan.
“Congratulations?”
Nate laughs. “I didn’t stutter when I said that, so you didn’t have to say that like it was a question.”
“Sorry. I guess I just don’t see Ms. Jameson as one who’d want to go for the domestic scene so soon.”
“Believe me, Jada wants a family of her own. She’s determined to live the dream her folks shattered while she was growing up. She has a strong maternal instinct. She’s just a hard-ass with you because you two are so damn much alike.”
I almost laugh out loud on that one. I’d never thought about it, but Nate’s right. Jada is like a female Tristan sometimes.
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say that. She’s got some strong Domme tendencies, that’s for sure. I like her because she’s such a good friend to Keisha.”
“Speaking of Keisha, you can’t tell me you don’t have stronger feelings for her than you’re letting on. You were a mess until she came back. Admit it.”
“My condition was a result of overwork.”
Denial much, Tristan?
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“And I’ve been having these fucked-up dreams about Mom.”
“Oh, yeah? Want to... talk about them?” Even Nathan sounds tentative.
“Like I really want you to psychoanalyze me? No thanks.” Tristan sighs. “Dr. Trammell came by yesterday after... you know.”
“Did you tell him about your dreams and talk to him about Keisha?”
“Believe me, I had quite enough shit to talk to him about, and stop harping about Keisha, okay?”
“She’s the first woman since Aimee to affect you like this. Your heart didn’t stop working, nor did your chance for a normal life die in that accident, but you’re acting like it did.”
Who the fuck is Aimee? This is the first I’ve heard of her. Is she a former submissive? Tristan’s last and only real girlfriend? And is she still alive, or did she die in that accident they’re talking about? Oh my God. If she did, no wonder he can’t seem to open himself up to anyone.
“It might as well have. Aimee was in pain, and I realized it too late. She loved me.”
“In the most destructive way possible, and you’re still letting what happened to her manipulate you into giving up. She hurt herself. That was not your fault.”
Oh, so she was just hurt in the accident. Where she is now, and why does Tristan feel like the accident was his fault?
“Isn’t that the only way people ever truly love—selfishly and destructively?”
“If you think that, you truly are a lost cause.”
I second that emotion, Nathan. I mean, geez, why does love have to be such a damned disaster?  If Tristan is really incapable of loving anyone, I’m back to square minus one, or some shit. I know I probably should’ve exercised a bit of self-preservation and put the brakes on getting back into this arrangement with him, but I’m already in too deep.
He’s been sending me so many mixed signals, though, it’s a miracle I haven’t become romantically dyslexic. I want to keep hope alive as much as the next girl, but seriously! Tristan’s middle name should be delusion because he operates in that state more than he does in any other. And mine is rationalization because I’ve decided that maybe we can still ride this out and let our relationship run its course. Maybe it will be okay. 





L. V. Lewis is a new author who decided that stories like Fifty Shades of Grey needed a little more diversity and comedy in them. Lewis is married and lives in South Georgia. Lewis loves romances that involve interracial couples because L. V. envisions a world one day where it won’t matter to anyone else who you love (because despite the civil rights movement, and a biracial US President, we aren’t there yet).
LV and spouse are political junkies. One leans right, the other left. Thankfully, this has never caused any issues in their relationship. If Lewis told you which of them was the Democrat and which was the Republican, you just might be able to figure out which is Dominant and which is submissive.



Sunday, June 15, 2014

{Blog Stop} More Than Treasure Series by Christy Newton



*More Than Treasure Series by Christy Newton
*(Stolen Hearts Book 1, Something to Treasure Book 2, Treasured Hearts Book 3)
*Genre: Romantic Suspense
*Christy will be having Specials and giveaways all through June. Check her author facebook page for details.




Jewels, deception and adventure... 

Twenty-two year old, Cammie Adams knows one thing for sure... life isn't fair. She's still a wreck from the tragic loss of her parents seven years ago. Right after she gets her PI license she is not only robbed, but abducted, only to find her life was all a lie. When she finds her mother's diary she discovers she was only a pawn in her mother's dangerous game. Now she must get back what is rightfully hers from the man who murdered her mother.

Hot and mysterious Simon Fisher has really only loved one thing... jewels. This ex-jewel thief, now bodyguard, doesn't even know what hits him when he rescues Cammie as a favor to her father. Simon must protect her, but soon finds where there is trouble, Cammie isn't far behind.

She will not only steal his prized jewel, but his heart.

Heart pounding, Cammie followed Simon through the dark jungle with a loaded gun in her hand. It was amazing how good she could see with the night vision goggles on. They had listened to the chatter on Simon's bug until the men fell asleep. Simon knew exactly where he was going and knew where the diamond was kept. The moon and stars were the only illumination in dark jungle. Wild animals howled in the distance; she hoped they stayed on their side of the jungle.
Simon stopped and turned around. “Are you okay back there?”
“Yes, maybe adventure really is in my blood.”
He smiled. “It’s not much farther. When we get there, we’re going into the tent I told you about. There’ll be a large wooden box. The diamonds are inside. Once I get the lock open, you take the red diamond. It will be the largest one. Take nothing else. Remember we have to get in, get what we came for and get out. If anything happens, you take that diamond and run back to the jeep, no matter what.”
She took a deep breath. “Okay.”
They walked approximately five more yards, then she saw a dying fire. Thanks to the goggles, she spied the tent that Simon had told her about. It was the closest one to the entrance of the mine. It was hard to grip the gun with her clammy hands. Five other tents circled around the fire. Simon motioned for her to follow him around the back of the tents. They arrived at the tent she was to go inside.
Simon gave her a quick peck on the lips and nodded. They went inside. Simon got the box open within a few seconds. She felt like she could not breathe when she looked into the wooden box almost full of clear loose diamonds. Resting on top was the red diamond, by far the largest diamond inside the box.
Adrenaline took over. She picked up the gem and put it into her pocket, careful not to drop the gun. It was surprisingly easy to take something that was not hers. As Simon locked the box back, they heard one of the men get up. Simon grabbed her and they went behind the tent. They squatted down low and peeked around. One of the men had gotten up to pee. They held their breath in the dark, waiting. Cammie was sure the beat of her heart was loud enough for the man to hear.
When the man went back inside his tent, she took a step to follow Simon and accidentally stepped on a large twig. The loud crack sounded through the silent, night air. She froze. They heard someone else come out of their tent. Simon grabbed her hand and pulled her into the mine shaft to hide. The mine was damp with an earthy smell. Tracks with rickety old carts lined the middle of the tunnel. On the opposite side of them were dirt-covered shovels, buckets and round shifters. Damn! They would be on their way back to the huts right now if she had not stepped on that stupid twig.
They pressed their bodies flat to the rock wall as they listened. When the voices got closer, Simon took her hand and pulled her farther into the mine. Her feet sunk down into the deep mud. She felt gritty gravel at the bottom of the sludge.Thank goodness, they were equipped with boots and night vision goggles. They went a little deeper into the mine.
Simon stopped to listen. Men’s voices carried through the tunnel. “Shit! I think we’re going to have to find another way out. We don’t have much time to get out of here. If they check the box and see the red diamond is missing, they’ll search the area. We need them to think one of their own stole the diamond.”
Cammie wanted to cry. Why did she even come? Now they were both in danger. She pressed her lips together to hold in the emotion that threatened to escape.
Simon put his hands on her shoulders. “We’re going to find a way out, okay? I need you to trust me.” She swallowed and nodded. Afraid for both their lives, she followed him with her feet growing heavy from the wet mud that now clung to her boots and pants. The air was thick the farther they went, making it difficult to breathe.
“Look.” Simon pointed to a round opening in the ground to the right of them. It must have been ten feet wide and twenty feet deep. The bottom of the pit looked like gravel. He took out a small flashlight and shined it down into the hole. She looked down at what she had thought was gravel. Among the little rocks was what looked like dirty chunks of ice.
“Diamonds.” Various shapes and sizes mixed in with worthless rocks. He shut the flashlight off and they continued through.
Cammie stepped on something crunchy. She looked down and screamed. Simon put his hand over her mouth. He looked down to see what caused her alarm.
“Is that human?” she asked, looking down at half a rib cage.
He hugged her tight. “I think so. Come on, I’m getting you out of here.” There was a small path to their left. Simon stopped. “I feel air. This way.” The opening was so narrow they had to turn sideways to get through.
Ten minutes later, they were out of the mine somewhere in the jungle. Cammie inhaled a big gulp of the fresh air as Simon took off his backpack. She watched him dig through the supplies with his light.
“Here it is.” He held up a compass. “Do you need a drink?” He handed her the canteen.
“Yes, but I think I need something stronger than water right now.” She took a drink anyway and handed it back to him.
“We’re okay. We need to head east. We should only be about an hour out of our way.”
Cammie nodded and tried to be brave even though she was sweaty, dirty and sick of being courageous. Her pants were damp and her night vision goggles were heavy. The bugs in the jungle were having a feast on her skin. Somehow, she never pictured this part of stealing a diamond. The wild noises of the inhabitants echoed around them. She did not want to shoot an animal, but she would if they decided she looked tasty.
They moved swiftly through the darkness toward the huts. By the time they got back, she was out of breath. She jumped in the jeep, relieved.
Simon gave her a quick kiss. “You were amazing. Now let’s get out of here.”




Murder, jealousy and treasure…
When Cammie Adams, determined novice PI, gets an urgent call from her ex, she is compelled to take his case. Miles, a luxury hotel owner and an upstanding citizen of Upton Hills, finds one of the maids dead. He turns to Cammie for help to keep his beloved hotel from being tarnished. With her partner and boyfriend, Simon, she takes on a case that might just be their last. Her ex’s hotel is an eighty-year-old building that has secrets of its own.

Can they catch the murderer to save the hotel and her ex’s reputation or will the case take a turn that will leave them lost forever?

Simon looked at her and brushed the wet hair over that was clinging to her face. His hazel eyes stared deep into hers. “When I thought even for one second that I could lose you, I didn’t like it.”
She smiled at him. “You weren’t even worried about that hunk of gold.”
This brought back the fun loving guy she knew. “Thanks for reminding me that he got away with the gold.” He smirked.
“He won’t get away with this. My father will find us and we’ll get it back,” she said, looking out to the never ending water.
Simon scooped up a handful of sand and let the grains slowly slip out of his fingers, reminding her of an hourglass. “I don’t want to alarm you, but how will your father find us? He’s on his honeymoon and doesn’t even know we’re missing.”
“I have faith.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “Besides there’s no one I’d rather be missing on a deserted island with.”
He touched the tip of her nose. “I’ve had some experience with living in the wild. We’ll survive.” She knew he was referring to the month he had spent camping out in the South African jungle. If he could survive in a jungle, an island with white sandy beaches and palm trees should be no problem.
“I know.”
Simon looked around. “We need to gather some wood for a fire before dark.”
She followed him along the edge of the trees to help him find some drift wood to burn. They gathered wood, small dried leaves and sticks, then carried it all back to the beach.
“Are your clothes still wet?” Simon asked.
“A little.”
Simon took off his shirt and pants. “We should take off our clothes and lay them in the sun so they can dry before nightfall.”
She stripped down to her bra and panties. At least if she only had one set of underwear they were high quality. She giggled. “I feel like we’re Adam and Eve.”
Simon smiled. “Does that mean you are going to tempt me with your forbidden fruit?”
She laughed and playfully slapped his arm.
“I’ll get a fire started. If you want you can grab as many of those fallen palm branches as you can. We’ll sleep on those tonight.”
“Okay.” She went over and started gathering the branches. By the time she got as many as she could carry, Simon had started a small fire. She was relieved to see the flame. They would be in total darkness as soon as the sun went down.
“I’m going to get more sticks for a bed. See if you can find any sharp shells and shells that could be used to drink out of.”
She walked barefoot on the hot, gritty sand. At least their clothes would be dry soon. The night air would get chilly. Someone had to find them. A couple of days on a deserted island with Simon would not be so bad, like a vacation really. If it turned into weeks or months that terrified her.
There were lots of broken shells. She took what looked to be the strongest and sharpest. Finding some that could be used as a cup was not as easy. Each time she picked up what she thought was a whole shell, once pulled out of the sand, proved to be another broken one. She continued to look, until her back hurt from bending over so much. Finally, she found two that were good enough to use as small cups. If only they had water or even better, sweet tea.
She looked down at a crab crawling along the sand. “Simon, I think I found some food!”
“Seafood, good job.” He picked up the crab and took it over to the fire. As their food cooked, they put on their dry clothes.
“I found some coconut trees. I need to climb up to get some. We need something to drink until we can find fresh water in the morning.”
She was nervous as she watched him scale the tree. She would not know how to help him or survive if he got hurt. He told her to look out, so she moved over. Three coconuts fell to the ground. Simon climbed back down like a monkey. He beat them open with a sharp rock he had found. As the sun set they ate cooked crab and drank coconut milk. Not bad.
Simon had managed to build them a temporary shelter for the night. Some sticks and leaves would at least keep them from sleeping on the ground. She snuggled up to Simon as the cool breeze blew. He protectively wrapped his arms around her. She felt tired and dirty.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she lied.





Spies, weddings and new beginnings… 
Ready to get back to work after a long leave from their PI business, Simon Fisher and Cammie Adams take the first case that comes their way. Someone is selling company secrets and it’s up to them to find the spy. But when they get their answer, they uncover much more than espionage.
After attending recent family weddings, Simon has become an expert at dodging Cammie’s hints about giving her a certain piece of jewelry he has always secretly feared. Simon doesn't know how long he'll be able to keep his girlfriend satisfied without giving her the one thing she still desires.
As they work their case, will Simon and Cammie discover another fortune or will they see that the greatest treasure of all is the one they already have… love?

“All you found was a designer thong?” Cammie asked, disappointed and a little disturbed that Simon had seen another woman’s skimpy underwear. Not that he had not seen plenty of panties before he had met her—it was no secret that he used to be quite the playboy.
“Yes, I searched his entire apartment. Either Ted’s a player or in a relationship with a rich woman who can’t keep track of her panties.” Simon smirked.
“We’ll have to keep closer tabs on Marcy and Paxton. Maybe what the other employees suspect is true.”
Cammie filled Leo’s cat dish with more dry food. His soft fur rubbed against her as he weaved in and out of her legs. Leo had warmed up to them. Even though he still had a wild streak, he was affectionate. Cammie reached down to pet his butterscotch colored head. He purred a thank you as his tail wrapped around her leg.
Standing behind her, Simon placed his hands on her hips and pressed his body into hers.
“We need to take advantage of having the house to ourselves.”
She felt the warmth spread through her body until her lower half tingled, begging to be touched. No matter how many times they had made love, every time excited her just as much as the first. She turned to look into his seductive, hazel eyes. He lifted her up on the counter and she wrapped her legs around him as he removed her shirt.
They had moved from the kitchen to the shower, where Simon got one of his hunches about the case. His ideas could come at bizarre times. He had decided they needed to go check out Wentworth’s competitor. Maybe they could save some time if they were to find a connection with one of the employees in the Douglas building and the best time to break in would be in the middle of the night. Cammie had grabbed a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans in a rush to check out Simon’s hunch. Instead of spooning in bed, they were on their way to Douglas advertising.
Simon pulled the SUV into the dark parking lot. Douglas Advertising was not as big as Wentworth, but close to it. He parked in the back row of the lot where the security camera could not reach. Cammie tucked her long hair up into a black beret.
Simon disarmed the alarm system with an ease that still amazed her. Once inside the building, Cammie walked over to the receptionist desk. She shined her flashlight on the appointment book sitting on the desktop. Something had to lead them to their spy. She flipped through the pages with her gloved finger. Her heart raced when she saw Marcy Webber’s name. Marcy’s appointment had been a job interview with Douglas. Compelling, but that did not necessarily prove her to be the spy. Cammie took a digital image of the page. Simon came up behind her and touched her shoulder.
“Did you find anything in Douglas’ office?” she asked, hopeful.
“I don’t know. There was a name written on a piece of stationery that seemed out of place.” Simon showed her the rose colored paper. A letter D was embossed in gold. The only thing that was written was the name Daisy in black ink.
She held the thick paper between her fingers. “It looks pretty and expensive. Where was it?”
Simon motioned her back to the office he had been inside. He opened the top drawer of Douglas’ desk. “It was hidden under the organizer.” He carefully put the stationery back where he had found it.
“It is interesting, but may not have anything to do with our case. She could just be his mistress.”
Simon nodded. “Probably. Did you find anything?”
Cammie showed him the image she had taken. “Marcy’s appointment here was a job interview. It was written in the receptionist’s appointment book.”
Simon turned his head to the file cabinet. “Let’s check to see if Marcy’s on their payroll.”
Cammie nodded. After searching all the employee files, Marcy was looking less like a suspect. They did not come across Paxton, Jason, Miles or Ted’s names either.
“I’m not sure what to make of this,” Cammie said, as she followed Simon back outside to arm the alarm system.
“Things are always more complicated than anticipated, which is what makes this job so fun.”

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Christy Newton is a hopeless romantic and writes many genres of romance. She just might be the only author out there that doesn’t drink caffeine, but dark chocolate is her must have. She falls in love with each of her heroes and hopes you will too!
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Friday, June 13, 2014

COVER REVEAL~Skinny Dippin’ & Midnight Kissin’ Anthology

COVER REVEAL~Skinny Dippin’ & Midnight Kissin’ Anthology,

This summer we will witness a collection of books like no other; 10 Bestselling Authors -10 Original Summer Romance Stories that will leave you Hot & Panting for more!!!
Today  is the day we finally get see the beautiful cover!!!!


RELEASE DATE:  August 11th 

This summer, slip on your cowboy boots and heat up with some of the hottest southern boys around. 
Pour yourself some sweet tea and get ready to fall in love with your Best Friend, a Quarterback or Champion Bull Rider. Take a stroll through the Vineyard, visit the County Fair or reminisce with your Hometown friend.
Whatever your pleasure, Skinny Dippin’ &; Midnight Kissin’ has ten novellas from USA Today and; Best Selling Authors that will have you lookin’ for your own Country Boy.





I'm just a simple girl who loves the country life.. .oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave...
-Loves country life & music

-Gets the case of the "eff-its" often

-Loves Big

-Hurts Big
-love corn dogs & candy.... & (sex & candaaay)
-My heart is happy writing!!!


Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it's been a dream.
Her passion for writing didn't start until more recently. When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read about it. It wasn't long before characters of her own took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa's brain and The Love Series was born.

Bestselling Author of the Savannah Series. I published my first novel Irresistible Desire last March, and since then it's been whirlwind year! I love my die hard fans #KaydensAngels!

I'm 29yrs old and the mother of three gorgeous children ranging in the ages of 10, 6 and 2. I also run Bailey Boopers Boutique full time along with writing. I love to stay busy!! I love traveling and the beach, so I'm excited to mix the two when I travel to FL, TX, AL, NC, CA..ect through out the yr meeting my kick ass fans!!

A stay-at-home mom, Chelsea spends her days drinking entirely too much caffeine, baking sugar-sweet treats she never eats, and jotting down notes for her novels. A dreamer at heart, she's creating happily ever afters. She's a lover, a writer, a dreamer, would rather type than speak, wants to remember everything, loves lots of ice in her drinks, and is slightly introverted.

Scarlett lives in the Midwest with her sexy husband, two girls, and three furbabies. She dabbled in writing right after college but it wasn't until she took up blogging about eight years ago that she started writing seriously. After writing a few boring service pieces for some online publications, she went back to her true passion, fiction. When she's not busy writing steamy stories, she can be found with her nose in a book, camping, or geocaching with her family. She loves Diet Coke, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, and 80's hair bands.



Marissa Carmel has loved writing ever since a young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political Science, but took as many creative writing classes in college as she could. She spent most of her twenties bartending which is where she met her husband and a multitude of interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging out with her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the living room floor.




New York Times and USA Today bestselling author with six books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-mannered citizen, Carey spends her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie.



I'm Ashley Johnson and I live in Lake Charles, La with my fiancee and our daughter!


I love to read and write...I love getting lost in all these amazing books :) My fiancee recently learned about my addiction to Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Oops!!



Before this past year, I can't tell you the last time I picked a book up. Then I got an e-reader and suddenly found all these amazing books. It started with Beautiful Disaster and from there I was hooked and realized I wanted to live my dream. And here I am :)



I love to cook and eat...that's what I get for living in Louisiana but I wouldn't have it any other way.



I love music too, I have a serious addiction to iTunes!



That's the basics :)



Heidi is the author of USA Today, Digital Book World, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and International Bestselling series, The Beaumont Series.



Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell and two Parakeets.

During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she's writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting court-side during either daughter's basketball games.


 USA TODAY bestselling author Megan Smith is a New Jersey native managing purchasing for an award-winning business IT and software development firm - and by night creating the memorable characters her fans have grown to adore. Smith's The Love Series introduces readers to MacKenzie Cahill - a hopeful young woman who experiences adversity, challenges and the bittersweet triumph of true, authentic love.


Smith is a wife and mother, who makes time for her family, professional life and the creation of the Cahill's world. Fans of The Love Series - Trying Not To Love You, Easy To Love You, Hard To Love You - are captivated by relationships, special bonds and family ties pervasive in Smith's emotional, energized and engaging work. Smith is also the author of the 2014 releases, Let Me Love You - continuations of The Love Series, Finding Us (Finding Series) and a few top secret projects.



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