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Sunday, June 29, 2014

Midnight Eternal & Midnight Caller by N.J. Cole Cover Reveal with GIVEAWAY!!!!!


  Midnight Eternal (Midnight Series Book #2)
Author:   N.J. Cole
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance
Estimated Release Date: Summer 2014

Oliver Durant finally feels complete. With his butterfly now wearing his collar, he begins to introduce her to his world, taking her to his BDSM club and introducing her to his family. Things progress rapidly and she feels safe and welcome with them and his species. The longer they are together, the more she starts to become like his kind, offering him hope that he will be able to be with his mate for the rest of his life.
While Rebecca Summers is new to the BDSM lifestyle, she adapts quickly and serves her Master well, giving him everything he asks for. She loves pleasing him and spending time with his family, who has given her the sense of belonging she’s yearned for since her parents’ tragic deaths. She can’t imagine denying Oliver anything, and even asks to undergo the genetic transformation to become one of his species. Days before the event, they are given some news that changes everything.
Can these two find their happily ever after?
Or does fate have other plans?
“I want you in the waiting position in the playroom. My butterfly may take as long as she likes, but if I’m kept waiting, there will be a consequence. One minute wearing nipple clamps for each minute sounds fair.” She nodded her head and began to move. “Oh, and I’ll be paddling that ass and flogging that pussy while we wait for your timer to count down.”
Her eyes were wide. I held up my phone with the screen facing her as the timer changed from seventeen to eighteen seconds.   
“Oh, shit!” she yelped and took off toward the playroom.
“That’s an added minute for language, young lady,” I called after her.
“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. It was much too low for a human to hear, but I wasn’t human and she knew it.
“Two minutes.”
There was no response that time and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I loved how she was hurrying, but it was no secret that she loved spankings and nipple play, though the ones I had in mind today had a little more bite than the ones I’d used yesterday.
I stepped into the viewing room to undress, and because I was watching through the monitor, I knew the moment she was ready. At Bocaj speed, I entered the playroom to find her kneeling in waiting position. “Little one, you took four minutes. I am quite impressed, although I’ll have to add on the two minutes for your potty mouth.” I walked around her. “Inspection pose.”
I watched as she shifted into position. The scent of her arousal had already filled the air, and when she moved, I was able to see the visible evidence. “So wet for me. You want my cock, don’t you, little one?”
She knew not to answer, although a whimper escaped her lips as I slid my fingers through her wet folds. “On your knees,” I commanded as I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out nipple clamps and a flogger. It wasn’t as soft as the one she loved, but it still had soft fronds so it wouldn’t mark permanently.
Holding the items in my hands, I headed over to the couch and sat on the black leather. “Crawl to me.”
It was completely unnecessary, as I knew she understood her place. I just liked watching her look at me as she moved the short distance across the floor.
She stared into my eyes as I placed first one then the other clamp on her nipples. Holding her breath for a moment, she allowed her body to adjust to the pinching sensation.
“Up on my lap, over my knees.”
The sight before me was spectacular—her milky white ass ready and waiting. I brought my hand down on her smooth cheek, leaving a pink mark in the shape of my hand. “Beautiful.”
 

COVER RE-Launched!!!! Beautiful!!!!!!
 Midnight Caller (Midnight Series Book #1)
Author:   N.J. Cole
Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance

Rebecca Summers enjoys pleasing herself with the curtains open. When a mysterious stranger calls to tell her that he is watching, fantasy becomes reality as she begins to perform for him. Following his instructions over the phone while he watches from afar, she finds herself craving more.



Oliver Durant has always been drawn to humans to exert the dominance and control his kind needs to feel alive. While secretly observing her and calling nightly, he can’t seem to get enough of Rebecca, whom he refers to as butterfly. His urges with her are stronger than the need to dominate, as he is driven to possess her in every way.

Both of their worlds are turned upside down when they finally meet and she agrees to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with her Midnight Caller.





NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/njcoleauthor

 REVIEW:

Midnight Caller 

by NJ Cole

4starts
Review by Wendy @
Shhh, Mommy's in the Bathroom.,.Reading
Orginal Review Date:7/17/13 

Rebecca Summers plays by the rules. Until one night, reading a steamy novel, she starts pleasuring herself, and then realizes a man across the street just watched her do that. She's embarrassed but oddly aroused by the experience. Years later she is still excited by pleasing herself with the curtains open, but with the lights off, and being on the 14th floor, there is no chance anyone can actually see her...right?
Oliver Durant enjoys being a Dom. He has the perfect Sub, Gretchen. 
One night he happens to see Rebecca in all her glory and is immediately drawn to her. Why he doesn't know, but he knows he wants her. 
Oliver starts calling Rebecca to praise her in her performance, but how can anyone see her. Must be a wrong number...right?  Rebecca is soon drawn into a exhibitionistic   world and gets more excited by "sir" watching her.  
First, when I was asked to review this book, I was interested in the premise. I didn't realize there was a paranormal aspect to the book, and at first my suspicions about the paranormal group turned out to be wrong. When I found out what Oliver is, my first instinct was, "really?" I was initially let down and wasn't sure I wanted to read it anymore, but something told me to stick with it. Boy, am I glad I did. The story, for the most part, flowed well and I was drawn into Oliver "Sir" and Rebecca's "Butterfly" relationship and where it all was going to go. The story is told in the first person from multiple characters (mostly Rebecca and Oliver's) perspective and you are really allowed into their heads and why they do what they do. 
The author NJ Cole has a talent for writing a compelling story that makes stalking look appealing. 
The story doesn't per-say have a cliffhanger, but does leave it open to continue the story, which is something I hope she does, because there are so many ways the story could go.  
Like I said, this is not my normal(paranormal) story that I would be attracted to, but I am very glad I gave this story a chance. If you are looking for a hot, fun, exciting, and maybe out of your comfort zone, take a chance on this story. I was plesently surprised.  

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Monday, December 16, 2013

Until You: A Fall Away Novel, Book #1.5 by Penelope Douglas with GIVEAWAY


Title: Until You
Series: A Fall Away Novel, Book #1.5
Author: Penelope Douglas
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 5, 2013
Tour Organized by: As the Pages Turn

**This novel contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+. 

Have you ever been so angry that hitting things felt good? Or so numb that you actually felt high? The past few years have been like that for me. Traveling between fury and indifference with no stops in between.

Some people hate me for it, while others are scared of me. But none of them can hurt me, because I don't care about anything or anyone.

Except Tatum.

I love her so much that I hate her. We used to be friends, but I found out that I couldn't trust her or anyone else.

So I hurt her. I pushed her away.

But I still need her. The sight of her centers me, and I can pool all of my anger into her. Engaging her, challenging her, bullying her...they are my food, my air, and the last part of me that feels anything human.

But she left. She went to France for a year, and came back a different girl.

Now, when I push, she pushes back.
 
“Jared, I’m a bad mother.” She swallowed hard, obviously trying to hold back more tears.
I looked off to the side, unable to meet her eyes. “I made it through, Mom.”
“You did… somewhat. I’m proud of you. You’re strong, and you’re not a follower. I know I’ll send you into the world a survivor.” Her light voice turned firm and serious. “I wouldn’t want any other son. But, Jared, you’re not happy.”
The air around me got tight, pushing me from all sides, and I didn’t know where to turn to get out. “Who’s happy? Are you?” I barked.  
“Jared, I was seventeen when I got pregnant with you.” She folded her arms and hugged herself, more like hiding from something than warming herself. “I’m only thirty-six now. People I graduated with—some of them—are just starting their families. I was so young. I had no support. I didn’t get a chance to live before I had my world turned upside down—,”
“Yeah, I get it, alright,” I cut her off. “I’ll be out of your hair by June.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She moved closer, her voice raspy and holding out her hand as if to stop my thoughts. “You were the gift, Jared. The light. Your father was the hell. I thought I loved him. He was strong, confident, and cocky. I idolized him…” She trailed off, and I swear I could hear her heart breaking as her eyes fell to the ground.
I didn’t want to hear about that asshole, but I knew she needed to talk. And for some reason I wanted to let her.
“I idolized him for about a month,” she continued. “Long enough to get pregnant and get stuck with him.” And then she looked at me again. “But I was young and immature. I thought I knew everything. Drinking was my escape, and I abandoned you. You never deserved that. When I saw Tate trying to make you happy that night, I let her. The next morning you weren’t in your room. When I looked out your window, I could see you both passed out in her bed, just sleeping. So I let it be. For years, I knew you were sneaking over there to sleep, and I let it go, because she made you happy when I failed.”
The purest, truest, most perfect thing in my world, and I’d dumped pile upon pile of shit on top of her for years.
A knot of realization worked its way into my head, and I felt like punching my fist through a fucking wall.
“Jesus Christ.” I combed my hands through my hair, my eyes squeezing shut as I whispered to myself. “I’ve been so horrible to her.”
My mother, like Mr. Brandt, probably knew nothing of what I’d put Tate through, but she did know that we weren’t friends anymore.
“Honey,” she spoke up, “you’ve been horrible to everyone. Some of us deserved it, some of us not. But Tate loves you. She’s your best friend. She’ll forgive you.”
Will she?
“I love her.” It was the most honest thing I’d confided in my mother in a long time.
My father could kiss his own ass, and my mother and I would survive, for better or worse. But Tate?
I needed her.
“I know you love her. And I love you,” she said as she reached out and touched my cheek. “You’re not letting your father or me take anything else from you, do you understand?”  
Tears burned my eyes, and I couldn’t hold them back.
“How do I know I’m not going to be like him?” I whispered.
My mother was quiet as she studied me, and then her eyes narrowed.
“Tell her the truth,” she instructed. "Trust her with everything, especially your heart. Do that, and you’re already not like your father.”
 


Penelope Douglas is a writer and teacher in Las Vegas. Born in Dubuque, Iowa, she is the oldest of five children. Penelope attended the University of Northern Iowa, earning a Bachelor's degree in Public Administration, because her father told her to "just get the degree!" She then earned a Masters of Science in Education at Loyola University in New Orleans, because she hated Public Administration. One night, she got tipsy and told the bouncer at the bar where she worked that his son was hot, and three years later they were married. To the son, not the bouncer. They have spawn, but just one. A daughter named Aydan. Penelope loves sweets, the show Sons of Anarchy, and she shops at Target almost daily.

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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Until You: A Fall Away Novel, Book #1.5 by Penelope Douglas with GIVEAWAY


Title: Until You
Series: A Fall Away Novel, Book #1.5
Author: Penelope Douglas
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 5, 2013
Tour Organized by: As the Pages Turn

**This novel contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+. 

Have you ever been so angry that hitting things felt good? Or so numb that you actually felt high? The past few years have been like that for me. Traveling between fury and indifference with no stops in between.

Some people hate me for it, while others are scared of me. But none of them can hurt me, because I don't care about anything or anyone.

Except Tatum.

I love her so much that I hate her. We used to be friends, but I found out that I couldn't trust her or anyone else.

So I hurt her. I pushed her away.

But I still need her. The sight of her centers me, and I can pool all of my anger into her. Engaging her, challenging her, bullying her...they are my food, my air, and the last part of me that feels anything human.

But she left. She went to France for a year, and came back a different girl.

Now, when I push, she pushes back.
 
“Jared, I’m a bad mother.” She swallowed hard, obviously trying to hold back more tears.
I looked off to the side, unable to meet her eyes. “I made it through, Mom.”
“You did… somewhat. I’m proud of you. You’re strong, and you’re not a follower. I know I’ll send you into the world a survivor.” Her light voice turned firm and serious. “I wouldn’t want any other son. But, Jared, you’re not happy.”
The air around me got tight, pushing me from all sides, and I didn’t know where to turn to get out. “Who’s happy? Are you?” I barked.  
“Jared, I was seventeen when I got pregnant with you.” She folded her arms and hugged herself, more like hiding from something than warming herself. “I’m only thirty-six now. People I graduated with—some of them—are just starting their families. I was so young. I had no support. I didn’t get a chance to live before I had my world turned upside down—,”
“Yeah, I get it, alright,” I cut her off. “I’ll be out of your hair by June.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She moved closer, her voice raspy and holding out her hand as if to stop my thoughts. “You were the gift, Jared. The light. Your father was the hell. I thought I loved him. He was strong, confident, and cocky. I idolized him…” She trailed off, and I swear I could hear her heart breaking as her eyes fell to the ground.
I didn’t want to hear about that asshole, but I knew she needed to talk. And for some reason I wanted to let her.
“I idolized him for about a month,” she continued. “Long enough to get pregnant and get stuck with him.” And then she looked at me again. “But I was young and immature. I thought I knew everything. Drinking was my escape, and I abandoned you. You never deserved that. When I saw Tate trying to make you happy that night, I let her. The next morning you weren’t in your room. When I looked out your window, I could see you both passed out in her bed, just sleeping. So I let it be. For years, I knew you were sneaking over there to sleep, and I let it go, because she made you happy when I failed.”
The purest, truest, most perfect thing in my world, and I’d dumped pile upon pile of shit on top of her for years.
A knot of realization worked its way into my head, and I felt like punching my fist through a fucking wall.
“Jesus Christ.” I combed my hands through my hair, my eyes squeezing shut as I whispered to myself. “I’ve been so horrible to her.”
My mother, like Mr. Brandt, probably knew nothing of what I’d put Tate through, but she did know that we weren’t friends anymore.
“Honey,” she spoke up, “you’ve been horrible to everyone. Some of us deserved it, some of us not. But Tate loves you. She’s your best friend. She’ll forgive you.”
Will she?
“I love her.” It was the most honest thing I’d confided in my mother in a long time.
My father could kiss his own ass, and my mother and I would survive, for better or worse. But Tate?
I needed her.
“I know you love her. And I love you,” she said as she reached out and touched my cheek. “You’re not letting your father or me take anything else from you, do you understand?”  
Tears burned my eyes, and I couldn’t hold them back.
“How do I know I’m not going to be like him?” I whispered.
My mother was quiet as she studied me, and then her eyes narrowed.
“Tell her the truth,” she instructed. "Trust her with everything, especially your heart. Do that, and you’re already not like your father.”
 

Penelope Douglas is a writer and teacher in Las Vegas. Born in Dubuque, Iowa, she is the oldest of five children. Penelope attended the University of Northern Iowa, earning a Bachelor's degree in Public Administration, because her father told her to "just get the degree!" She then earned a Masters of Science in Education at Loyola University in New Orleans, because she hated Public Administration. One night, she got tipsy and told the bouncer at the bar where she worked that his son was hot, and three years later they were married. To the son, not the bouncer. They have spawn, but just one. A daughter named Aydan. Penelope loves sweets, the show Sons of Anarchy, and she shops at Target almost daily.








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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Undone by R.E. Hunter / Indie Author Event Week GIVEAWAY

Title:   Undone (Undone #1)
Author:    R.E. Hunter
Genre:    Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 6, 2014
 

Five years ago, Embry Jacobs ran...

She ran from a past that still hasn’t let her go, but her dream of becoming a lawyer is stronger than her fear of confronting that past. Embry’s sole focus is to get through law school—with the help of her best friend, Morgan—and make something of the broken girl she became. Not thinking about falling in love, being in a relationship or even entertaining the idea of romance, Embry is moving forward one day at a time.

Luke Brody is charming and sexy, and has a past of his own. He wants nothing more than to put his demons to rest and move on with his life. But, when Embry enters the picture, is he destined to repeat those same mistakes? 

Blindsided by their instant attraction, neither Luke nor Embry are prepared for the feelings they’re developing. But will it all be for nothing?

Will they let their pasts destroy them, or will they risk everything to fight for their relationship when it all comes undone?

R.E. Hunter is a native New Yorker and lives on Long Island with her husband and their monster kitty. She works as an attorney by day and writes whenever she can. As an avid reader and writer, she's excited to be on this crazy journey publishing her debut novel, Undone, this January. When she’s not writing, you can usually find her somewhere near a beach. She loves traveling, the Yankees, road trips, concerts, photography and good wine. 
Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/rehunterauthor
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Email: author.rehunter@gmail.com
Website: www.rehunterbooks.com
Author Goodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7046339.R_E_Hunter
Undone on Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17793837-undone
“I’m Luke, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand. “Luke Brody.”
“Bree. Um, Embry Jacobs,” she said, placing her hand in his.
He bent his head, his soft lips brushing lightly across her knuckles as he kept his eyes trained firmly on hers. “Nice to meet you, Embry.”
She flushed from head to toe. The bartender ended their moment, setting down Embry’s drink. “Thanks,” she said.
“No problem.” The bartender smiled and walked away.
“So…” Embry said, turning her attention back to Luke. It came out as a strangled whisper. She cleared her throat and tried again. “So, do you go to Whitman?”
“Ah, no.” Luke rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. “I’m an attorney.”
“Oh.”
“But I’m working with one of the professors on a research project, so I’m in and out of the law school a bit.”
“That’s good.” Embry noticed he spoke in a slow, southern drawl. He didn’t come across as someone who grew up on Long Island. His accent definitely gave him away. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
He chuckled. “Is it that obvious?”
“Well, yeah,” Embry answered. He looked down. Oh my gosh, is he blushing?
Not wanting to embarrass him, Embry quickly added, “It’s a good thing though, trust me. And I like your accent.”
He smiled, his cobalt eyes lighting up. “I’m from Georgia, actually.”
Embry loved his voice and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, highlighting a single dimple on the left side of his face. She wanted him to keep talking.
“What brought you to New York?”
“Change of pace. An opportunity came up and I took it. What about you?”
“Oh, well I’m from here originally. I spent the last five years in Florida, though. I went to the University of Florida and then I moved to Jacksonville and worked for a few years. My best friend, Morgan, convinced me to come back home so we could go to law school together.”
He smiled and touched her hand. “Well, I’m glad she did.”
Embry didn’t know what to say so she just smiled and took him in. She couldn’t believe she was sitting here talking to this gorgeous man who, only a few hours ago, was just some hottie in a hallway.
“Like what you see, Bree?” his voice was husky, his eyes hooded.
Hypnotized by his gaze, she didn’t even think twice as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.
Luke flicked his eyes down to her mouth, licked his lips and slowly leaned toward her. Embry’s breath hitched at his movement and she held still, waiting to see what he would do. He lifted his hand, cupping her cheek. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.



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