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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Sable Hunter weaves an unforgettable love story that launched a series and created a world – the Hell Yeah! World. Cowboy Heat introduces Aron, elder brother of the McCoys of Tebow Ranch, as he learns the meaning of true love and the power of a second chance.

Aron McCoy has sworn off women – except for sex.

When Libby Fontaine arrives at Aron’s Tebow Ranch, she is determined to cram a lifetime of living into a few short months. The doctor has told her that she can’t count on her remission from leukemia being a permanent one.

Their attraction to one another is instantaneous and overwhelming. But when Aron finds out that Libby is innocent – he backs off. He has nothing to offer a girl who deserves white lace and promises. Then Aron catches Libby pleasuring herself in his stock tank and hears her cry out his name – and the heat is on.

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Jacob McCoy wishes for a wife and a family. Tis the Season for miracles when a young woman shows up on his doorstep: homeless, in danger and expecting a child – Jacob’s child.

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The Possibility of Perfect by Brinda Berry New Release


The Possibility of Perfect by Brinda Berry

Series: Stand by Me #4
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Publication Date: July 11, 2017

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One hot night changed everything.

Even best friends can keep secrets from each other. Mine will ruin any chance of a future with her—Josie Jensen. She’s everything real and honest in the world. Books define her life and ice cream makes things better. If only she didn’t have a smoking-hot body to match her sexy brain. And she’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

After we cross the line from friends to lovers, I just want to do what’s right for her and our baby. But what if I can’t give her the perfect life she deserves?

There’s nine months between delusions and the truth.


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Cover Reveal: Record of Wrongs by Sharon Kay

Title: Record of Wrongs

Series: Redemption County #1

Author: Sharon Kay

Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance

Coming: August 1, 2017

Do your past mistakes define you forever?

Cruz Zaffino leaves prison after a serving a decade for a crime he didn’t commit. With his life all over the internet, there’s nowhere he can go to avoid his illicit past. Involved with one of Chicago’s toughest gangs, he made enemies bent on ruining everything he has. Nowhere is beyond their reach.

Every day, Rosie Marlow lives with the scars from the worst mistake of her life. It’s the one secret she has in her tiny, gossip-fueled town. When Cruz walks into her bar, covered in tattoos and dangerous attitude, she’s captivated. His rough sexuality makes her melt, and his harsh experience calls to her own broken soul. But her story is private and buried so deep, she’s never had the strength to share it.

She’s the unexpected light to his darkness, yet he knows she’s hiding something. Sultry summer nights in each other’s arms weaken her resistance and taunt her with the idea of forever. But as his adversaries draw close, can she love him enough to let him go?

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Rosie dropped her own hand on top of Cruz’s, tracing small circles on his skin. “You make it sound so easy. How do you do it?”

“I know that if they won’t look past the surface, then I don’t have time for them. They’re not gonna change.”

“You’re right. People are pretty set in their ways. Whether that’s good or bad.” She slowly moved her fingers up his arm, tracing his tattoos. Her touch was tender yet so tempting. Did she realize the effect she had on him? “Didn’t mean to get in tizzy over that. What Thalia said about those guys, it could be nothing.”

“I might like your tizzies.”

“I can’t hide my emotions too well, I guess. Not a good poker face there.”

Turning back onto the main road, Cruz hit the gas and chuckled.

“Though if I was playing for real, then watch out.” She made a sweeping motion in the air in front of her face. “No one knows what I’m thinking.”

What did she just say? He swung a glance to her. “You play poker?”

“Sure do.”

“For real?” That was the last thing he’d expect from his little country girl. “Where’d you learn?”

“Shane taught me.” She twisted in the seat so she was nearly sideways, facing him. “After my accident, I had months of recovery where I just sat around. I read tons of books and watched movies, but I got to a point where I needed something else to do.”

“No shit.”

“So he taught me, and when I got good enough, he’d bring friends over and we’d all play. For chips, of course. I had no income.”

“You keep surprising me, Rosie-girl.”

“Why? Do you play?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then, there you go.” She made a satisfied mm-hmm. “That may be the first thing we have in common.”

He laughed, because she was right. Well, almost. He had a hunch about one other thing, which he hoped to pursue ASAP.

“Wanna play?” she asked softly, reaching to idly caress his bicep.

They were almost at her driveway and her hands were magic on his arm. He’d played poker when everything he had was on the line, both before prison and inside. “I’d have to go easy on you.”

She sucked in a breath. “You did not just say that. Cruz, I’d whip you so bad, this truck would belong to me.”

“Oh really?” He turned into her drive. “Those are fighting words.” He turned to find her eyes locked on him in a playful challenge.

“Damn straight they are.”

He slid his hand from her knee to her smooth thigh. “All right. You’re on, pretty girl.”

“Yes!” She straightened as they neared her house, and he instantly missed her hands on him. “Hmm. What should the stakes be?” She tapped finger on her chin.

He reached the front yard and threw the vehicle in park. Fucking hell. He knew exactly what the stakes should be. He got out and met her as she hopped out and stood by the truck.

“Money? Dinner?” She tilted her head as he moved in close. “Something else?”

He laid both hands on the metal behind her, caging her in his arms. “Something else.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Blue eyes flashed with a delighted spark. “What do you feel like losing?’

His body had set its cross hairs on Rosie the day they met. He brushed one hand along her shoulder, stopping at the straps of her doubled-up tank tops. He tugged gently. “Our clothes.”

Sharon KaySharon Kay writes award-winning fiction and can never get enough reading time. She loves winter and black coffee, and is endlessly inspired to write kick-ass heroines and the men strong enough to capture their hearts.

Sharon lives in the Chicago area with her husband and son, and one weekend the idea for her Lash Watchers and tough leading ladies formed in her head, refusing to stay quiet until she put pen to paper. Her characters tend to keep her up at night, as they banter, fall in love, and slay endless varieties of power-hungry demons.

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New Release: Collaring His Cadet by Claire Thompson

Collaring His Cadet by Claire Thompson Release Date July 7 2017

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Bondage, discipline, sadomasochism… Masters and slaves, whips and chains… What have I gotten myself into?

My name is Remy, Cadet Remy Harris, and I always show the world my tough-girl side — ready, willing and able to beat any guy at any challenge. When I enrolled at a venerable Southern military college, I never dreamed I’d be inducted into the secret BDSM society that pervades the campus and military at every level.

My submissive fantasies explode as I’m drawn into a dark, edgy world of erotic servitude, training and punishment. Each new experience pushes my masochistic boundaries, but the yearning in my submissive soul remains. Though I’m assured the Slave Corps is the be-all and end-all for serious slave girls, my doubts and questions linger. Maybe I just don’t have what it takes for true submission?

Then I meet Him…

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Mistress Janet led me to the circle of chairs and remained standing beside me. “Allow me to present Remy Harris. She has no previous formal training, so please keep that in mind as you put her through her trials.”

Put her through her trials.

Her words jolted me into another round of internal questioning. What the hell was I doing there? What had I signed up for? I glanced nervously from face to face, settling at last on Jacob, who continued to smile his bland, ironic smile.

Was there still time to back out?

Stand and fight, I reminded myself. Never surrender.

Mistress Janet placed cool fingers on my arm. “I believe you are already acquainted with Master Jacob?

I nodded, resisting the urge to say something sarcastic about the precise nature of our acquaintance. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said in a soft but steely voice.

“Yes, Mistress,” I promptly amended.

“And this is Mistress Diane”—she nodded toward the woman and then turned toward the other guy—”and Master Floyd.”

Floyd? Who the hell was named Floyd?

Keeping my face military impassive and respectful, I nodded politely toward each of them.

Turning back to me, Mistress Janet said, “You’re here of your own free will, is that correct?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I managed, pleased my voice sounded steady, even if my legs had turned to jelly.

“You are about to undergo a series of trials devised by this committee to determine your suitability,” she continued. “If you pass and choose to join the Slave Corps, you will be admitted as a novice. Based on your predilections”—I must have looked blank at the unfamiliar word, because she clarified—”your sensual hardwiring, you’ll either be trained as a potential slave or a potential Dominant. Watching your reaction the other night, along with input from Master Jacob, we will conduct the trials with the assumption you’re a submissive.”

No point in denying it. Without looking at Jacob, I replied, “Yes, ma’am, er, Mistress.”

“Good,” she said crisply. She took her seat beside the others. “Start by removing your uniform. Then you will kneel on the floor facing us, forehead touching the ground, arms extended in front of you along the ground.”

I glanced from face to face. They were regarding me intently. Jacob’s expression was slightly mocking, as if challenging me to fail.

Fuck him.

Bending down, I unlaced my boots. I pulled them off, along with my socks, and set them neatly aside. Standing tall, I took a breath and reached for the top button of my blouse, willing my hands not to shake. As I shrugged the garment from my shoulders, I ordered myself not to blush.

As their eyes burned into my flesh, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. My torso bare, I became uncomfortably aware of my breasts, wishing as I always did that they were small and high, instead of full and large. In spite of my discomfort, my nipples tingled and hardened under the four Doms’ relentless gazes.

With fumbling fingers, I opened my fly, pushed my pants and underwear down past my hips and kicked out of them. I glanced at Mistress Janet, who gave me a small nod as if to say, “Go on.”

Glad to hide my bare body, I lowered myself to the floor and leaned forward until my forehead touched the carpet. I extended my arms in front of me. My heart was mutinying in my chest, my gut clenched into a ball as I waited for whatever was coming next. I tried to take in a deep breath and release it slowly in an effort to relax, but it came out as a heaving shudder.

I heard the sound of a chair scraping back, and then saw Mistress Janet’s feet appear in my peripheral vision. Reflexively, I lifted my head to look up at her.

Mistress Janet placed a firm hand on the top of my head, pushing it back down to the floor. “Stay in position. I’m going to blindfold you.” When my forehead was once more touching the carpet, she fitted what felt like a sleep mask over my eyes.

She tapped my shoulder. “Stand up, feet flat and shoulder-width apart, hands locked behind your head.”

I stood awkwardly, slightly off balance because of the blindfold. Though my heart was still pounding and my lungs seemed to have collapsed, something else was happening too. Assuming that position—blindfolded, naked and on display—brought about that familiar, softening release I had experienced when Jacob had commanded me in his bedroom. As nervous and uncertain as I was, I couldn’t deny my excitement.

I lifted my arms as instructed and stood waiting in front of the four judges, my nipples tingling, my clit swelling. This was it. I was poised at the top of a steep slope, ready to fly down this mountain of adventure. I sensed all it would take was one little push.

“Very nice,” murmured Mistress Diane. “Such supple youth, such strength, and yet she’s every bit a woman, no doubt about that.”

I felt the heat of a flush rise up my neck and into my face, but I stood my ground, clenching my interlaced fingers against the back of my head to keep from reflexively covering my body.

“Too bad she cuts her hair like a goddamned boy,” Master Floyd interjected. “All these GI Janes trying to act like guys. Enough to make you puke.”

My distaste for the man blossomed into full dislike.

“Let’s see how she handles a whipping,” Jacob said mildly, as if he didn’t care one way or the other.

A whipping!

I drew in a sharp breath, my muscles tensing as adrenaline squirted into my bloodstream. At the same time, I couldn’t deny the hot pulse of desire that surged through me as my skin tingled with anticipation.

I heard some movement, and a moment later two large, masculine hands gripped my shoulders from behind.

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Claire Thompson Author Bio:

Claire has been writing for nearly two decades, and has published over 70 novels. She writes BDSM romance and non-con abduction tales, spanning both m/f and m/m genres. She has received numerous awards for her bestselling work, including the 2010 NLA-Int’l Pauline Réage Award for best BDSM fiction. Her darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism. Ultimately her work deals with the human condition, and our constant search for love and intensity of experience.

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