Wednesday, January 27, 2016

New Release ~*~ Backlash by Bianca Sommerland

Blurb ~
Outcasts, black sheep, those who never fit in anywhere. Winter’s Wrath belongs to them. Every single member of the band rejects the norm when it comes to music. 

They won’t settle when it comes to love. 

Alder Trousseau, the lead guitarist in a band that owns his heart and soul, has always stood in the shadow of a man he hates. Braver “Brave” Trousseau, the voice of Winter’s Wrath. 

For the success of the band, they have to work past their animosity, but that’s difficult when they have the same taste in women. And men. 

Sex is a game to Brave. A game that might leave the people Alder cares for completely broken. Unless he claims them for his own. 

If he steps out of the shadows, he’ll have no choice to play. To win. 

On stage, the drama drives the fans insane. The songs they sing are a blood racing, body moving, warcry. But the very real battle taking place between the snares and the mic might tear the band apart.

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Drawing in a shaky breath, wondering when it had gotten so damn hot in here, she nodded. “I never thought two guys were hot together until I saw Alder and Malakai on stage.”

Jesse’s lips thinned. “Yeah, I like watching that a whole lot less.”

Alder’s hand still on her neck. “You’re jealous of Malakai? That’s fucking new.”

“It’s not a big deal. I get why you put on the whole homoerotic show on stage. For how ‘straight’ metal is, the fans have always gotten off on the man on man thing.” Jesse folded his arms over his chest. “If I didn’t care about you so much, I would have seduced you a long time ago. But I have a bad history with relationships. I don’t go for the guy I might have a nice, stable future with. I go for the one that’s so screwed up, there’s no fucking hope of it ending well.”

Danica reached out, putting her hand on his tightly crossed arms. “Do you know why?”

He made a face, shaking his head. Then released a shallow laugh. “Actually, maybe I do. I spent the first few years of my adult life angry and alone because my parents kicked me out. I was broken and no one could be bothered with me. I guess I look for broken and want to fix it. Works out real well for me.”

That would explain what he’d seen in Brave. But she really didn’t want him thinking about Brave right now.

Trailing his fingers up the side of her neck, Alder chuckled. “I guess it’s good to know you don’t consider me broken.”

“You might be when I’m done with you.”

There was no doubting the fear underlying Jesse’s warning. Danica studied his face, hoping she’d find a clue as to what to do next. The longing in his eyes told her he wanted this. But if he didn’t have to fight for what he wanted, he didn’t seem to know how to take it.

She traced her fingers up the center of his chest, the edge of her lip quirking up. “You can’t break him, Jesse. I won’t let you.”

“You think you can stop me?” Jesse’s eyes closed as she brought her fingers to his neck, stroking him much like Alder was stroking her. “I don’t mean it to sound like a threat.”

“I know.”

“My track record fucking sucks. I don’t know how long this will last, but—”

“But you really need to relax. I’m pretty sure Alder’s not expecting you to propose.” She brought her other hand up to his arms to tug them apart. “Don’t overthink this. Is the idea of kissing me so scary?”

The uncertainty in Jesse’s eyes disappeared, replaced by pure masculine confidence. Relationships might not be his thing, but he had no doubt about his other abilities. His whole stance shifted, and goosebumps spread over every inch of her as he moved forward, trapping her between his body and Alder’s.

“If it wasn’t a little scary, it wouldn’t be worth doing.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, so close she could feel his breath on her lips. “Are you afraid, Danica?”

She shivered. Were they really doing this? So much of her time had been spent running different scenarios over and over in her head. Some where her and Jesse shared Alder. Others where she was forced to walk away so she didn’t come between them.

But she’d never let herself fantasize about how being between them could be one of the hottest experiences of her life. One that might change absolutely everything she’d thought she wanted.

Not only for Alder.

For herself.

“I’m terrified.”

Jesse caught her chin between his thumb and his bent forefinger, flicking his tongue over her bottom lip. “Good.”

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 About Bianca Sommerland ~

Bianca Sommerland was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. When not reading neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard, she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics.

Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds.

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Wednesday, January 20, 2016

New Release & Giveaway ~*~ Hot Protector by Lynn Raye Harris

Hot Protector: H.O.T. Series Book 10

Sometimes the forbidden is impossible to resist…

The 10th novel in the bestselling Hostile Operations Team series. Chase “Fiddler” Daniels finds himself on the run with Sophie Nash—the step-sister he loves to hate. Protecting Sophie from a Russian mobster shouldn’t be too hard. Protecting himself from Sophie’s charm? Somehow, that’s a whole lot harder…

 “Lynn's Hostile Operations Team is one of those series that just addictingly good. It doesn't matter how many books she'll write for it because I know I'll read every single one. Every. Single. One. They're that good. It's the perfect combination of sizzling romance with heartpounding suspense. It's action packed and sexy. It's everything I love about romantic suspense and I can't recommend this series enough!” - Dirty Girl Romance

HotProtector_Teaser6 (1)She remembered Chase as a gorgeous, moody teenager, remembered when she’d started thinking about sex and how he’d figured into some of her masturbatory fantasies. She’d touched herself and thought of the boy in the room down the hall—and now the boy was a man, and he touched her better than she’d ever touched herself.
 She heard the bedroom door open—her bedroom door because he hadn’t left her alone the way she’d thought he might when they were finished—and she turned. Her heart flipped and then pounded faster.
 He was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved gray Henley with the top two buttons undone. There was a mark on his neck, right above his collar, and heat pooled between her thighs at the sight. She’d done that. She’d marked him the way he’d marked her.
 God help her, she wanted to do it again.
 His dark hair was still damp after his shower, but his eyes smoldered as he looked at her across the room. They simply stared at each other, and she wondered what was going through his mind. Was it regret? Desire? Disgust?
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
How was she feeling? Uptight. Jumpy. Needy. Angry because she wasn’t here to have fantastic sex with a gorgeous man but rather because some asshole was threatening her life.
And then there was the tenderness between her legs, the delicious little hurts of the love bites on her skin, and the tingling in her nipples even now as she stared at him. How could she quantify any of that into words?
“I feel fine,” she said. It was a lame response, and his eyes narrowed.
“Fine.” He stalked toward her and her pulse fluttered. When he stopped in front of her, he didn’t touch her. But he was close enough that his body heat enveloped her. “What’s that mean, Sophie?”
She swallowed as she stared up at him. “It means I feel fine. I’m not hurt or upset or anything.”
His gaze dropped to the vee of her sweater. Bless whoever had picked out clothes for her, because they’d managed to get things that flattered her body instead of making her look and feel fat. She knew they’d hacked her credit card records, but there were things in there she’d bought that she didn’t like. Thankfully they hadn’t chosen those styles.
“How do you feel about what we did last night?”
Wow, that was blunt. She could feel the heat blossom in her cheeks. “How do you feel?”
He snorted and pushed a hand through his hair. “You want me to answer before you do. I get it.”
He took a step closer to her and put a hand on her hip, drawing her into him. She didn’t resist because what kind of crazy woman would?
“I feel like I want to do everything we did last night again,” he said. “I feel like I’d fucking kill for the chance to taste you right now—and yeah, I feel guilty too.”
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Additional Books in the Hostile Operations Series
hot pursuit
Hot Pursuit
Book 1
Hot Mess
Book 2
Hot Package
Book 3
Dangerously Hot
Book 4
Hot Shot
Book 5
Hot Rebel
Book 6
  7. Hot_Ice
Hot Ice
Book 7
  Hot & Bothered
Hot & Bothered
Book 8
Hot Seal
Book 9

   About Lynn Raye Harris New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lynn Raye Harris burst onto the scene when she won a writing contest held by Harlequin. A former finalist for the Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart Award and the National Readers Choice Award, Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome former military husband and two crazy cats. Lynn writes about hot military heroes, sizzling international billionaires, and the women who dare to tame them. Her books have been called "exceptional and emotional," "intense," and "sizzling." To date, Lynn's books have sold over 2 million copies worldwide. Website - Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Goodreads