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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Release Blitz - ONCE UPON A ROCK STAR

Title: Once Upon A Rock Star
Authors: J.L. Berg, Kathy Coopmans, Molly McAdams, Erin Noelle, Jessica Prince, Yessi Smith, Rachel Van Dyken, Jennifer Van Wyk & Kristin Vayden
Genre: Rock Star Romance

Rockstar: a deliciously addictive person, who doesn’t follow the rules and is devoted to a life full of mayhem, sex and danger.
Some men aren’t meant to be tamed. Or so they think.

In this collection of short stories from 9 authors, you’ll laugh, cry, and watch the pages heat up while you find your happily ever after between the sultry pages of these sinfully sweet tales of rock stars and the only one who can bring them to their knees.

All proceeds from this anthology will go directly to G-Pact, a non-profit organization dedicated to assisting patients and their families affected by Gastroparesis.

Contributing authors include J.L. Berg, Kathy Coopmans, Molly McAdams, Erin Noelle, Jessica Prince, Yessi Smith, Rachel Van Dyken, Jennifer Van Wyk & Kristin Vayden.

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The Realtor and the Rock Star by J.L. Berg: Finally making it big in the music industry means only one thing for Kennedy Kade — a coastal dream come true. Hell bent on finding the Malibu home of her dreams, she hired top realtor to the stars, Ryan Rhodes. He’s arrogant, hot as sin and has Kennedy wondering just what she’s gotten herself into. A rockstar and a realtor? Crazier things have happened!

The Right Direction by Kathy Coopmans: “Our someday will come soon, Joslyn.” Those words were the last words I heard from Roman Nixon before I walked away. After years apart, our opposite worlds collide. This time, we may get our someday. But first, we have to find a way to steer us in the right direction.

Rebel by Molly McAdams: The rock star who frequented my dreams and haunted my sheets.
The boy who vowed to be my forever.
The man who shattered my world.
I hated him.

Rocking the Racer by Erin Noelle: A second chance encounter between rock star Ashlynn Templeton and F1 driver Milan Barcelo leads to sparks flying even hotter than their first rendezvous, this time racing the clock and the chance of getting caught.

Play Me by Jessica Prince: I was the responsible one, the care taker, the girl who made all the right decisions. Until I met Maddox Sheppard. Now he’s turned my world upside down, and I’m loving every minute of it.

What About Us? By Yessi Smith: We were a fleeting moment that passed too quickly.
A spark, a sizzle that faded with her.
When chance brings us back together, I’m set on showing her sometimes life does give us a fairy tale.

The Song by Rachel Van Dyken: Even rockstars have tender hearts–especially when it comes to building a family.

To Feel Loved by Jennifer Van Wyk: One look at her and I knew one night wouldn’t be enough.
One look at him and I desperately wanted something I lost long ago… to feel loved.

Cardinal Sins by Kristin Vayden: Cardinal has many sins.
Wrath: Because she stole what belonged to him.
Envy: For every other man that’s known her touch.
Greed: For wanting her back—against his better judgment.
But even the wicked can find redemption—and sometimes it starts with revenge.

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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Release Day Blitz + Excerpt + Giveaway: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love by Erin Noelle

Title: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love

Author: Erin Noelle

Genre: Erotic Romance

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Model: Michael Federico

Cover Design: Hang Le

Wrong Kind of Love A story of forbidden love with a side of revenge... When my husband of nearly twenty years abruptly left me for another woman, I thought my life was over. But I was wrong... Wrong for thinking I was weak, wrong for assuming I couldn't go on, wrong for believing I wouldn't love again. No matter what anyone else thinks, Wrong never felt so right.

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She shuts the door and turns to face me, the pleasant expression from a few moments ago wiped away as she stands with one hand on her cocked hip. "You want to tell me what your problem is?"

"What are you talking about?" I reply coolly, knowing exactly what she's talking about.

"Earlier this afternoon. Just now. You were all but a jerk to Jonathan, who if you didn't notice is someone I kinda want to impress to get this painting thing started." She closes the distance between us and presses her fingertip in my chest, her bright blue eyes even more striking than normal as they glow with a fiery intensity. "I need this, Gray."

I'm not sure what inside me snaps, but something about the way she says the word ‘need’, combines with the passionate pleading look on her face, and suddenly, I have an overwhelming eagerness to show her exactly what she needs.

My lips slam down on hers as my hands cradle her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. Caught entirely off guard, she opens her mouth, probably to protest, but I quiet her immediately with my tongue, darting it in between her parted lips.

The sound of her purse and keys crashing to the wood floor echoes through the entryway as she raises her hands to my chest, palms splayed against my bare skin. But surprisingly, and much to my delight, instead of pushing me away, she uses my body as leverage to kiss me back.

My hands slide around behind her neck, tangling in the loose hairs that've fallen free from her twist thing, while her nails dig into my flesh, demanding more from my mouth. With urgent swipes of our tongues, our lips mold together in a claiming, lust-driven kiss neither of us can resist.

The soft whimper she elicits into my mouth as my hands fall down her back and lands just above her ass fuels me to push further. Backing her up against the front door, our mouths never losing contact, I reach up under her dress, grab ahold of her firm cheeks, and lift her up off the ground. Her legs instinctively wrap around my hips, causing her skirt to hike up around her waist, leaving the thin, lacy fabric of her panties the only barrier between her hot pussy and my lower abdomen she's pressed against.

And it's fucking on fire.

"Gray," she pants, her fingers twisting in my dark hair. "We can't—"

Her voice hitches as I boldly snake one hand around to her front and swipe my thumb lightly between her legs. At my faint touch, she arches back and squeezes her legs tightly around me, her body begging for more.

I drop my face into her neck and nuzzle the smooth skin below her ear. "We can't what?" I whisper hoarsely as I brush my fingers across her heat again, this time allowing it to linger a tiny bit longer. "Do this?" My rock-hard dick, which is barely harnessed by the thin sleep pants, is positioned perfectly under her ass, so I thrust upwards, making her gasp loudly. "Or this?"

She tugs roughly on my hair and forces my face back to hers, drawing my bottom lip between her teeth and sucking hard. My hand cups her sex, the flimsy material now soaked with her arousal, and she sucks in a ragged breath.

"Any of it," she murmurs while kissing across my jaw and shamelessly grinding down on my palm. "We can't do any of it, but I can't stop it either."

"Fuck, Mia. Me neither," I growl, dipping a finger under her panties and feeling her silky, slick skin against mine. "I need these off."

She nods without hesitation and I rip them from her body with one forceful tear, then toss them to the floor. My fingers return to her, tenderly caressing her swollen lower lips, but the smell of her excitement is too much for me to resist. I need more.

Lowering her feet to the floor, I kiss her hard before dropping to my knees, licking my lips as I take her all in. With one swipe of my tongue across her smoldering center, I realize I’m in more trouble than I initially thought. She fucking tastes even better than she smells, and I’m drowning in my desire.

The sound of a car engine pulling into the driveway forces us both to freeze in place, our eyes locked on one another as we both struggle to catch our breath. The subsequent closing of a car door and footsteps towards the front porch send us on a mad dash up the stairs and into our own rooms, just in time before the front door opens and my best friend makes his way inside.

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Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and recently published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.

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Thursday, December 11, 2014

COVER REVEAL + EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love by Erin Noelle

Title: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love

Author: Erin Noelle

Genre: Erotic Romance

Wrong Kind of Love

A story of forbidden love with a side of revenge...

When my husband of nearly twenty years abruptly left me for another woman, I thought my life was over.

But I was wrong...

Wrong for thinking I was weak, wrong for assuming I couldn't go on, wrong for believing I wouldn't love again.

No matter what anyone else thinks,

Wrong never felt so right.

It’s a little after eight when the sound of the front door closing wakes me up from the nap I wasn’t planning on taking. Apparently, doing absolutely nothing all day long is very exhausting.

I leap out of the bed and take a quick glimpse in the mirror, straightening my shirt and finger-styling my hair before heading downstairs. I’m honestly not sure what to expect from Mia, if she’ll pretend like nothing happened or want to address the situation, but her avoiding me and the house all day tells me she’s probably reluctant to let it transpire again.

I need to convince her otherwise.

With her back to me amidst a sea of overflowing plastic grocery bags, she’s bent over in the refrigerator, rearranging the contents to make room for the massive amount of food she’s just bought. The shirt she has on has ridden up on her hips, leaving me a clear view of her shapely ass which fills out the pair of black cotton shorts she’s wearing impeccably.

All of the blood in my body has redirected its flow to directly between my legs as I imagine what it’d be like to take her from behind… my hands grabbing hold of her hips, her back arched presenting that tight, wet pussy to me. Fuck, I can’t go up to her with my shorts tented out like it’s housing a three-ring circus.

“I know you’re there, Gray,” she announces before I can escape back to the safety of my room.

“We need to talk.”

Talking wasn’t really what I had in mind, but I can work with it.

I slowly inch my way farther into the kitchen, trying desperately to think of all things non-sexy such as yield return graphs and profit-loss spreadsheets, but with her head buried in the fridge and her ass still in the air, I’m failing epically.

“Yeah?” I don’t mean for it to come out like a question, so I clear my throat and try again. “Yeah, we do.”

Straightening to her full height, which can’t be more than about five-foot-five, she gradually rotates around to face me. With her firm rear no longer in my line of sight, my eyes travel up her body, lingering over her erect nipples straining against the light blue shirt, which cause me to wonder if it’s the cold air they were just exposed to or my presence that has them aroused.

My eyes eventually find hers, and no matter what words are about to leave her mouth, I know by the heated gaze she’s watching me with—the one that’s relishing the way I’m eye-fucking her—that she wants this as bad as I do.

Gaining confidence, my small steps graduate into long strides until I’ve closed the distance between us in a matter of seconds. She backs up slightly, but with the large stainless appliance behind her, she’s got nowhere to go. I wait to touch her, wait until she says whatever bullshit nonsense she’s got to say to make herself feel better, before I lay my hands on her and make her forget about whatever stupid-ass, preconceived set of rules society has put on our relationship.

Truth is I’m a man, she’s a woman, neither of us is married, and we aren’t blood-related, so as far as I’m concerned, we’re good to fucking go.

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Friday, November 21, 2014

BLOG TOUR: EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY - Surviving Us by Erin Noelle

Title: Surviving Us
Author: Erin Noelle
Genre: New Adult, Romance

Two survivors.

Two weeks.

One awakening.

When Bristol Criswell travels to St. Lucia for an Enduring Life retreat, she hopes to discover encouragement and support from like souls. A vacation fling is the furthest thing from her mind, especially not with a cocky-mouthed, arrogant jerk like Davis McKay.

But when it becomes evident she can't deny the magnetic attraction between the two, she gives in to her desires, and for the first time in her life, learns the difference between simply living and truly feeling alive.

As their time in paradise quickly comes to an end, will her heart be able to withstand another devastating loss when it's time to say goodbye, or will their connection be strong enough to survive the real world?

Death brought them together, but love will give them a reason to live.

**This book is a full-length, stand alone novel that is not a part of a series**

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IT TAKES EVERYTHING I have not to smile as I watch Bristol throw her little fit. Knowing that she came by my place last night, and she’s jealous because she thinks I was there with another chick, makes my ego swell and my cock hard.

Once she’s finished digging her finger into my stomach and calling me a dick—which I usually am, but surprisingly don’t want to be one around her; I refuse to ask myself why this is—I do exactly what I’ve yearned to do since the moment I laid eyes on her. I claim her perfectly pouty lips with mine in demanding, caveman-esque fashion, hoping every person on this beach understands the statement I’m making.

I’m not sure if her ‘friend’ from last night is even out here, but I hope to God he is, because as a guy, I know with certainty the way he looked at her wasn’t how a big brother should look at his little sister. Ever. The way his eyes roamed up and down her body, how his hand splayed out on her bare back, holding her close to him, and the way he called her ‘baby girl’, all said plenty about his true intentions. I’m not usually one to cock-block, especially knowing the reason he’s even here is because something really fucked up has happened in his life, but I’ll be damned if he’s getting anywhere near Bristol while we’re here. She’s mine.

Her lips part with no resistance as the tip of my tongue requests entrance, finally allowing me to savor the taste of her sugary sweetness. My hands glide around her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her silky hair as I continue to explore her mouth, our tongues curling around one another’s in an effortless, synchronized movement.

She moans into my mouth, a direct command for my cock to stand at full-attention, and suddenly, I no longer want these other people around us. They’re the only reason I’m not laying her flat on her back in the sand right now and devouring every inch of her body, like I’d promised her I’d do. And based on the way she’s digging her nails into my shoulders and not-so-subtly pressing her body into mine, I’m pretty sure it’s what she wants too.