Title: Some Sort of Love
Series: Happy Crazy Love #3
Author: Melanie Harlow
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Jenn Watson, Social Butterfly PR
Cover Photo: Love N. Books
Cover Model: Franggy Yanez
Release Date: February 9, 2016
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On the surface, I have it all—a career I adore, a loving family, the Nixon metabolism but not the Nixon ears, and a salary that supports my lavish taste in designer shoes, fine wine, and lacy lingerie…but I have no one to share it with. Until the day I run into him—my one night stand from college with the cocky smile, let’s-get-out-of-here eyes, and dirty, dirty mouth. Levi Brooks is six feet four inches of hot bearded fantasy. A sexy single dad with broad shoulders, strong hands, and a fantastically big…heart. (I mean, it’s massive. And generous. And it pumps so hard… um. Sorry. Lost my place.) But he lives for his son, and he's keeping me at a distance because he thinks I deserve someone better—a man who can give me more time, more attention, more of himself. He doesn’t believe he could ever be enough. But he's wrong. He’s everything.
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“So.” I glanced out the windows to the patio. “You want to go back out there?”
“Not really,” she said. “You want to get out of here?” She grinned. “Yeah. I do.” I watched her rush up the stairs to get her things, and as soon as she was out of sight, I adjusted myself in my pants. My dick had jumped to life the second she said yeah, I do, as if the question had been you want to get naked and fuck? rather than something much less suggestive. Not that I didn’t want to get naked and fuck—hopefully I’d last a little longer than I had in the broom closet eleven years ago—but I didn’t want to make her feel like that’s what I expected. She wasn’t a horny nineteen-year-old college student anymore; she was a doctor, for fuck’s sake. She was beautiful and smart and mature and sophisticated, and a woman like her did not want some Neanderthal who probably needed a haircut and a new pair of shoes to throw her up against a wall for a five-minute fuck. A woman like that deserved attention all night long. She deserved someone who would undress her slowly and delight in each new inch of her skin as it was revealed. Someone who would run his hands all over her body and find out where she liked to be touched, how she liked to be touched, what she wanted to hear whispered to her in the dark. Someone who would wrap those gloriously long legs around his neck and use his tongue until she begged for his cock, then use his cock until she begged for mercy. Fuck. I could be that guy. Except I couldn’t be. Not tonight. Because I wasn’t a horny college student anymore either—I was just a horny single dad who didn’t have the luxury of taking a woman home and lavishing all my time and attention on her the way I wanted to. As soon as I had the thought, I felt guilty. Scotty was the love of my life and always would be, and whenever I felt the slightest bit resentful about something I couldn’t do because of him, that resentment was immediately crushed by shame. He didn’t ask to be born wired differently, into a terrible relationship, to a mother who would decide she couldn’t handle being a parent, to a father who wasn’t prepared for any of it. He was completely innocent, and he needed me to be a better man. Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled and wondered if I should ask Jillian for a raincheck on a night when Scotty’s usual sitter could be there. If he woke up again and I wasn’t home yet, he might never get back to sleep. We’d be up all night, tomorrow would be miserable, and the whole start to the week would be off. But she was so beautiful. And I hadn’t been this attracted to someone in so long. “Fuck,” I muttered, checking my watch. What was the right thing to do? If she were a different sort of woman, if her brother-in-law weren’t my friend and client, if we lived three states apart…if any number of circumstances were changed, I’d grab her hand, drag her out to my car, and spend the next thirty minutes fucking her brains out in the back seat. It would feel so good to take control that way, to lose control that way, to release some of this fucking tension. But was that fair to her? My phone buzzed in my pocket. “Hello?” “He’s up again.” Monica’s voice was strained, and in the background I heard the familiar keening of a nighttime meltdown. My chest hurt, the way it always did when Scotty was upset. “Shit. OK, I’m on my way. Twenty minutes, OK? Thirty at the most.” “OK.” “Tell him he can play on his iPad.” “That’ll just rile him up more. He’s tired. He needs to go to sleep.” I clenched my fist. “Just do it, OK? It will help calm him until I get there.” As I ended the call, I heard footsteps above, and then Jillian appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a small suitcase. I watched her descend, the tightness in my chest growing. Also the tightness in my pants. “Hey.” “Hey,” she said, her face concerned as she reached the ground and saw my expression. She set down the suitcase. “What’s up?” Sighing, I put my phone back in my pocket. “I have to get home. Scotty woke up and he’s upset.” “Oh.” She tried to hide it, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes. “I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” “That’s OK. I understand.” “Can I call you?” “Of course.” She smiled, and her lips looked so soft and inviting, I took a step closer. If you kiss her, it will be that much harder to leave. I knew it was the truth, but I couldn’t help myself. One kiss. Just one. And then I’ll go. I moved even closer and took her head in my hands. The curve of her smile deepened. “What are you doing?” “I’m thinking about kissing you.” “Stop thinking.” I lowered my lips to hers and let them rest there, fully intending the kiss to be short and sweet, just a goodnight. But I couldn’t break it off. I wanted more—I wanted to taste her. Slanting my head, I changed the angle of the kiss, teasing her mouth open with mine, slipping my tongue between her lips. A little sigh escaped her, and my dick jumped to life again. You have to go, you have to go, you have to go. But her hands were moving up my chest and my fingers were sliding into her soft brown hair and I could smell something sweet and citrusy on her skin and it mingled with the taste of whiskey on my tongue and oh God, I wanted my tongue everywhere on her body. I wanted make her come with it just so I could hear that little sigh again and again and again. And I wanted to feel my hands in her hair just like this while she got on her knees and took my cock between her lips, looking up at me with those big blue eyes… Groaning, I forced myself to take my lips off her before I completely lost my senses. “God, I wish I could stay,” I said, resting my forehead against hers. “I wish a lot of things.” “I know.” She played with my tie again. “I wish I was taking this tie off you, not straightening it.” “What a coincidence, that’s one of my wishes too.”
She laughed and kissed me quickly. “Another time, maybe. You better go.”
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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak. Melanie is the author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.
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Title: Ultimate Sin
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 26, 2016
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Rule #1: Never disobey master’s commands. Rule #2: Always strive to please your master. Rule #3: Don’t ever kill your master. Breaking the rules is the ultimate sin. All I am is a servant. Rules like these keep me alive. They’re all I’ve ever known. Until him. My new master: Marcus Knight, the charismatic and ambitious leader of an underground empire. A man with a history he vows to destroy. With his newfound ownership over me, he seeks to atone for his crimes … and to satisfy his wicked needs. With love, he shows me what it means to belong to him … and it makes me question everything. I don’t know why he chose me, but it feels too good to be true. And it is. Because I’m going to break all the rules.
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I take a fistful of her hair and pull her closer, wanting to lick every inch of her mouth. Her taste is intoxicating and makes me want to do sinful things to her body. My cock is already painfully hard, nudging against my pants, practically begging to be taken out and played with.
I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on her. It’s so fucking bad, but I can’t get enough of the way she looks at me with those innocent eyes. She’s a vixen, and she knows it. She spins us all around her little finger, and I love it.
Marcus stands behind her, grabbing her waist, only to push her closer to me. He kisses her shoulder, neck, and back as I kiss her. Between us, she smolders with heat and desire that’s impossible to ignore.
I let my hands roam freely over her body, squeezing her tits and tugging her nipples until she squirms and moans into my mouth. I smile against her lips and continue to kiss her, knowing that my touch drives her crazy. I know how to please a woman. I’ve been taught for so long, I could never forget.
But fuck me, is this something else.
We’re kissing her both, sandwiching her between us like some sex-crazed cavemen.
“Show her how much you want her,” Marcus growls, setting his teeth into her skin.
She gasps as he leaves a gentle bite mark, and I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, then nibble a little, setting her skin on fire.
She moans out loud, and I return to her face to capture the sound.
“Yes, make those sounds, Ava. Show us how much you want us too,” Marcus growls.
He slides his hand between her legs as I kiss her, and I can tell from the way she’s panting into my mouth that he’s flicking her clit so hard she could come right there and then. God, I’d do it just for that look of pure pleasure on her face. It’s magnificent. Something to behold. Something special I can’t place, but I feel it deep down in my heart. I need this woman. Right now.
However, I don’t get the chance to make a move because Marcus just grabbed a bottle of lube and positioned himself behind her, squirting it all over her and himself. He parts her legs, grabbed his cock, and shoved it up her ass.
She mewls out loud, her head tipping back as he grips her hair. I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss her neck, toying with her nipples as he pounds her ass again and again. Her eyes connect with mine, desperation and need seeping through until I feel nothing but the desire to satisfy her every craving. So I keep kissing her over and over until she can barely breathe.
I watch him bring his fingers back to her pussy, flicking her clit as he fucks her in the ass.
“You’re so wet, Ava. Is it because you’re kissing him?” he whispers. “Or is it because I’m fucking your tight ass?”
“Yes,” she moans, and her admission only makes me harder. “Both.”
“I bet you’d like to come all over my hand, don’t you?”
His dirty talking even has me shivering as I kiss her lips.
“Oh, God, yes,” she says, shuddering.
“Daniel wants you too, Ava … He wants to fuck your pretty little mouth while I claim your ass …”
“Yes … both of you.”
“Both of us at the same time, fucking your holes until you can no longer stand,” he groans.
She gasps. “Yes.”
Fuck me.
I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, but apparently, it could.
It’s about to burst out of my pants, so I throw all my restraint out the window and tear down my pants, allowing my cock to spring free from its constraints.
And good God … the way she looks down at it, blinking rapidly, licking the top of her lips … it makes me want to bend her over and fuck her next.
“See how hard he is for you? It’s all for you, Ava.”
“But Master …” She swallows, gazing at my length and then back up at my eyes. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“Ava … you both belong to me.” His eyes glint with thirst as he licks her skin like an animal. “Now … Bend over.”
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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