Title: Working Stiff
Series: Runaway Billionaires: Casimir #1
Author: Blair Babylon
Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: May 17, 2016
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Here’s the problem: when Rox was hired, she told her smoking-hot boss Cash that she was married, but she’s not. Now, three years later, she’s kind of accidentally living with him, and he’s being a perfect gentleman, dang it. Everybody in the office said that Cash was a heartbreaker, that he’d bump her and dump her, so Rox decided not to become a statistic. She went out and bought herself some rings of the finest cubic zirconia so that she could work with Cash, who was several inches over six feet tall, emerald-eyed, ripped, gorgeous, his tailored suit clinging to his athletic body, sporting a British accent, and loaded. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. But now, three years later, she and Cash have become friends. They travel together for work often, and they’re the best of buddies. When Rox gets thrown out of her apartment, Cash insists that she come live with him until they can find her a place because that’s what friends do. Now, even though everyone insists that Cash never goes after married women, something about him has changed. There are little touches, little slips, and Rox is more and more tempted to tell hunky, gorgeous Cash that she never was married. And then he’ll take her and break her, and then he’ll walk away, and then she’ll lose her job, and she still hasn’t found a place to live. And yet, every time he looks at her with mischief in his dark green eyes, every time they’re teasing and it somehow turns into tickling, every time she swats at him and somehow ends up in his arms, she wants so much to risk everything. What’s a working stiff to do when she falls in love with her friend, the boss?
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Blair Babylon is an award-winning, best-selling author who regularly publishes contemporary romance and romantic suspense fiction. Because professional reviews of her other fiction usually included the caveat that there was too much deviant sex, she decided to abandon all literary pretensions, let her freak flag fly, and write hot, sexy romance.
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Title: Find Me Alastar
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 30, 2016
Blurb
He outbid me, that was our initial interaction.
He was cocky, my first impression. Then he stole my heart, I don't even think he noticed. Alastar O'Shea was full of sexual energy, the things he would say, the addictive things he would do. He knew how to make me come undone. He knew how to love me. He was the best experience of my sheltered life. But do you ever really know who someone is? What if the story I know isnât the story at all? I thought I knew him. I was wrong.
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He stands back and his eyes drop down my body for a moment. âDo you want to play a game?â
I smile. He picks up the bottle of liquor and leads me by the hand into the kitchen. âShot glasses?â he asks. âUmm.â I try to think where I have seen them. âTop cupboard.â He gets out six shot glasses and lines them up on the bench and then opens the tequila and fills them all. I stand still and watch him, my core throbbing and wet from the feel of his cock only moments ago. âWhatâs the game?â I smirk. He kisses me and his tongue sweeps though my mouth before he lifts me to sit on the kitchen bench. Fuck, heâs hot. âThe game is called unshot.â I frown. âUnshot?â His mouth drops to my breast through my shirt and he bites my nipple. âFor every shot that I drink, I get to take a piece of clothing off you.â I smile. I like this game. âWhat do I get when I drink a shot?â I breathe. His dark eyes hold mine. âYou get my tongue on you somewhere.â My insides start to liquefy and my ovaries are chanting skull, skull, skull. He picks up his glass and tips his head back, drinking it down. His large tongue comes out to lick his lips and anticipation thrums through my body. He puts his glass down and lifts my shirt over my head. I sit on the bench in my black lace bra and skirt and stockings. He licks his lips again and his eyes drop to my breasts. Oh, I want that tongue on me. I pick up my glass and drink my shot and he bends to pull my bra back and takes my nipple in his mouth, quickly biting me with a hard suck. I jump and my legs open that bit farther by themselves. He stands and drinks another shot, licks the tequila from his lips again, and lets his dark, wanting eyes burn holes in my restraint. Holy fuck, this game is hot.
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Lover of her husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
When she is not writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with friends. Writing is her passion. Books by T L Swan Stanton Adore
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Title: The Billionaire Shifter's Curvy Match
Series: Billionaire Shifters #1
Author: Diana Seere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: September 13, 2016
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Welcome to the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.” Our members prefer the word “shift” though. It’s the hottest club in town. The price of membership is your heart and your secrecy. All you need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood. Are you ready? Good. Then let’s begin. The Billionaire Shifters Club is a new series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know. When Lilah Murphy started serving drinks at the exclusive Platinum Club, she never expected she would be on the menu. Biotech billionaire Gavin Stanton had one taste of the new, curvy server and his craving could never be satisfied until he had her fully. Completely. Eternally. Fate brought them together, but a centuries-old secret could tear them apart, for the Stanton family holds a shifter legacy that no human has ever threatened. Until now. Gavin Stanton is the billionaire CEO of a Boston biotech firm. He’s also a werewolf, the son of a large, ancient family with roots in the British aristocracy. His work is his life. But then he feels the Beat—an irresistible urge to mate with Lilah, a beautiful human who inflames his passions like no other—and he abandons everything he thought he knew in his need to claim her. Lilah Murphy is broke and desperate. All she wants is a job to support herself, her sister, and her ailing mother. The last thing she needs is to get involved with a rich, powerful guy who would discard her after a few hot nights together and get her fired at her new, high-paying job. But she, too, feels the Beat. She hears him in her mind, feels him in her soul, and the urge to answer the ancient call is undeniable. Is she strong enough to embrace his secrets—and her own? The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match is the first in an all-new series of hot (did we mention *hot*?) romances about the billionaire shifters and the women they’re fated to love.
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The sound of screeching rubber on asphalt drowned out the rest of her words. They both paused, expecting to hear cars colliding. Instead, there was eerie silence—and then the plaintive cry of a wounded animal.
A dog. They both ran to the window. Outside, the usual neighborhood lowlifes loitered on their grubby street, where the most vibrant business was a check-cashing place. And a bar. Actually, a lot of bars. And was that a limo? What the hell was one of those doing here? The dog’s cries continued. “Smoky!” Lilah gasped, turning away from the window, her heart pounding. “That bastard hit Smoky!” Smoky was the neighborhood stray. He should’ve been ill-tempered, given his bad luck to live on the streets, but his was the friendliest face on the block, looking happy to see you, always eager for a pat, his tail wagging. The limo might’ve killed the poor little guy. Taking three stairs at a time, Lilah flew down the stairwell to the stained security door and out the rusty gate to the sidewalk. The usual drug dealer was standing on the corner, interrupted from talking to whoever was inside a parked silver Chevy. Under that car, only a few feet from him and still whimpering, was a huddled mass of pale fur. Smoky. Jess was right on her heels. “Oh, no.” “We have to help him.” Lilah glanced up and down the street, preparing to cross, her long hair flying as she whipped her head back and forth to make sure it was safe. Jess grabbed her arm. “You can’t! That’s the dealer who stabbed somebody last year, isn’t it?” “Different guy,” Lilah said, although it wasn’t. She strode into the street just as the driver of the limo was getting out. She couldn’t leave Smoky to die in the street with those scumbags. Then she saw the limo driver pull his arms back, hands on hips, revealing a barely-concealed gun on a holster around his chest. The window in the back of the limo remained up, and why shouldn’t it? Why would some rich dude want to get dirty? Why would he care if he’d run over some poor homeless dog? The tiny scar above Lilah’s left eyebrow began to throb. It jolted her, making the scene before her look shimmery. Unreal. She pressed her fingertips into the tiny divot and hoped the throbbing would go away. The last thing she needed now was a three-day blinding headache. And she’d run out of her meds. No money. “What’s wrong, Lilah?” Jess grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the middle of the street. She’d just frozen there, staring at the back windows of the limo. Lilah could hear Smoky’s whimpering and the city traffic, but it all came as background noise through the throbbing in her head. It wasn’t quite pain. The pulsing felt like it pierced her brain, a second heartbeat she couldn’t quite follow. Her vision was fine, and that meant it wasn’t a migraine. Then what was this? And why did it worsen when her eyes flickered toward the back windows of the limo? “Let’s get Smoky,” Lilah said, though her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. Jess had an arm around her. “I’ll get him. You’re about to faint.” “I’m fine.” Lilah forced herself to move, shooting an icy glance at the neighborhood felon before she squatted down to the car’s rear bumper. “Lilah, you look really pale,” Jess insisted, frowning. She looked so much like their mom when she did that. “Here, puppy,” Lilah cooed, reaching out a hand. She knew the biggest danger was if Smoky ran away again and hid where nobody could help him, so she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him as gently as she could out from under the car. Luckily, Smoky was a small thing, barely fifteen pounds, and she got him bundled up in her arms without having to drag him far. He relaxed in her arms, his shivering more from fear than any injury. Thank goodness. But as soon as she stood, the throbbing, pulsing pain returned. Her gaze was pulled to the back window of the limo, now open. To the man sitting in the shadows. Him. Her head felt like someone had dropped a brick on it, her body filling with heat and lava. It’s him. What was the matter with her? She had to get Smoky inside. She didn’t know anyone who rode around in a limo, so why did she feel like she did? Him. It didn’t matter. She had to get closer. She had to see him. Holding Smoky in her arms, Lilah took a step toward the limo, then another. Jess snagged her elbow. “Lilah, no! You can’t! That driver has a gun—” Lilah was beyond reason, the pounding turning into a word, a word that had no sound, no form, no sense. Him. Him. Him. That voice. It pounded like a hammer forging steel. She continued to advance on the shining black limo, barely noticing when the driver climbed inside and slammed the door. She was fearless in her uncontrollable need to see that face, to know he was real. You’re real. Jess was at her heels. “Lilah, please—” The limo peeled out, its tires screeching as it drove past her only an arm’s-length away. Two bright blue eyes, glittering with otherworldly sharpness, met hers through the open window. Gold highlights tickled his hair, a honey brown that curved up at the neck, a little too long to be all business, with waves she wanted to sink her fingers into. A strong jaw, set firmly, and those wild, seductive eyes... oh. Oh my. And then the voice changed in an instant. Mine. Mine.
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Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun. You can find “her” on Facebook at Diana Seere’s Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/DianaSeere
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