~*~ New Release & Blog Tour ~*~ The Rise of the Dawnstar (The Avalonia Chronicles #2) by Farah Oomerbhoy

The Rise of the Dawnstarbook two of The Avalonia Chronicles.

Aurora Firedrake returns in the spellbinding sequel to The Last of the Firedrakes.

The seven kingdoms of Avalonia are crumbling and evil is spreading across the land like a plague. Queen Morgana is close to finding a way to open The Book of Abraxas and it’s only a matter of time until she uses the power trapped inside its pages to enslave the entire world.

With Avalonia growing more dangerous by the day, Aurora must travel through war-torn lands and deep into the heart of the fae kingdom of Elfi. Her goal is to find a legendary weapon infused with the last of the realm’s ancient magic—the only weapon in the world powerful enough to stop the queen.

Aurora might have survived her first battle against Morgana, but the true fight to save her kingdom and restore her throne has only just begun…

Review to follow….

Giveaway! 

For each stop on tour, there will be a special number at the end of the post. Collect all the numbers, add them up, and enter to win one of three prizes! Once you have all the numbers you can enter the giveaway here: http://farahoomerbhoy.com/rise-dawnstar-now/

The giveaway closes on May 21st, 11:59pm Eastern US time.

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Farah Oomerbhoy is the international bestselling author of The Avalonia Chronicles. Her first book, The Last of the Firedrakes, was originally published on Wattpad where it gained over two million reads and a Watty Award. Since publication, her debut has gone on to win a silver medal in IBPA’s Benjamin Franklin Awards and the Readers’ Favorite Book Awards, along with winning a finalist placement in the USA Best Book Awards. Farah loves the fantastical and magical and often dreams of living in Narnia, Neverland, or the Enchanted Forest. With a master’s degree in English literature from the University of Mumbai, Farah spends her creative time crafting magical worlds for young adults. She lives with her family in Mumbai, India.

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~*~ New Release ~*~ The Twelve Cock-tales of Christmas By Charlene M Martin

Celebrate
your holidays with this hot

 

New release!
***This is book 4 in the whiskey collection, it can be read as
a stand alone, but not recommended
. ***

 

 

 

The
Twelve Cock-tales of

 

Christmas

 

 

 

 

Christmas. That special time of year when we celebrate each other and the gift of life. Alec and Angel have a
very different idea of how to celebrate Christmas. They were invited to an
elite sex club for its annual Christmas party, and the theme is the twelve
cock-tales of Christmas — a sultry mix of alcohol and everything sensual that
just might land you on Santa’s naughty list, if not his lap.

 

But like every good story, as it unfolds, will Alec and Angel withstand the curve balls life throws
in their path? Love isn’t always so cut and dried, the weather outside is
frightful, and lives may be lost in this erotic Christmas tale.

 

       Editorial Review: “Deliciously dirty right from the start.”
                                                                                        ~ Samantha Talarico.

 

 

Come and join us for some fun games and prizes on December 13 at 7pm for Charlene’s  Release party: Click here

 

 

 

    Editorial Review: “If you want a short erotic story for Christmas this is your book.
Charlene M. Martin has a way with erotic books. She always has you begging for
more and leaving you very sexually frustrated.”                     
~ Tammie Lee @ For the love of books blog.

 

 




 

I lean down and tenderly kiss the top of her head then slowly slip the blindfold over her eyes
before pulling each one of her wrists up and clasping them in the cuffs. Once
secured loosely – I never truly want to hurt her – I raise them over her head.
“Keep these up here.”

 

She nods in agreement, and I unclasp the top of her outfit, exposing her bare breasts. “Stay still,” I
instruct as I walk back to the bar to grab my desired items. I set the tray of
cookies down on the table, adjacent to the chair. By straddling her hips,
though my weight isn’t on her, I position my cock over her center and gently
cover her nipples in raspberry filling with the spoon from the jar-full on the
tray. She wiggles a little in response. I can almost taste her raspberry. My mouth waters, but I continue down and place a
little filling in her belly button.

 

Reaching for a gingerbread cookie, I place it over her pussy. I glide my body up hers to place
another cookie in my mouth. I rub it against her lips, and she opens them, taking
a bite. “Mmm.”

 

The remainder of the cookie I skim down her chin, neck, chest, and into the red raspberry filling
coating a nipple. I bring it once more to her parted lips, and she takes
another bite. “Oh God, that’s good.”

 

I pull the cookie from between my teeth, and ask, “You like that, do you?”

 

“Oh god, yes.”

 

I dip a cookie into the filling and take a bite. It’s one of the most unique flavors I’ve ever had.
Gingerbread and raspberry — who would’ve thought that would be a good
combination?

 

Crunching the remainder of the cookie, I swallow and bring my mouth to her erect nipples. I deliver a long
lick, swirling my tongue roughly against them. She arches her back in response.
As I run my tongue down her torso to her belly button, I create a sticky trail.
I lap a taste of her raspberry-filled navel, then slide my mouth lower, between
her legs, taking a bite out of the cookie there. Crunch. Her body shivers in response, and I moan, meeting her
excitement. Reaching down, I grab the spoon and pour a big dollop between her
parted thighs. Raspberry-covered pussy. .
. YUM.

 
 
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~*~ New Release ~*~ Sweet Temptations: The Babysitter By L.M Mountford

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Sweet Temptations: The babysitter
 
Release Date: 25/11/2016
 
Genre: Erotica/Drama
 
Word Count:15,903
 

Blurb 

There were times Richard Martin loved his life. He had everything most men nearing middle age could want. A beautiful wife. A young son. All his hair.
He still has his hair, but not all is at it seems. His idyllic life was turned upside down when he and his family were forced to move from their home in Bristol to a small Gloucester flat because of Richard’s new job and now he finds himself beset on all sides. However that is not the sum of his problems. When his new supervisor, a promiscuous bombshell more than ten years his junior, sets her sights on him, she is by no means subtle about her interest in him, no matter who might be watching.
But temptation comes in many forms, and Richard has recently found his eyes lingering on the woman from down stairs who babysits for them. Was it his imagination, or were her skirts getting shorter?
In this first volume in L.M. Mountford’s sizzling debut series: Sweet Temptations, A naughty babysitter sets out to seduce her man. No matter what his wife might think, this tempting little wench is determined to rock his world…
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~*~ Review Tour ~*~ A Faery’s Kiss By Ariel Marie

A Faery’s Kiss
By Ariel Marie
Release Date: November 19, 2016
Cover by: Ariel Marie
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Blurb:
The twenty-fifth day of December is fast approaching. It is a day that is celebrated throughout all of Faery. It signifies the birthday of the beloved Princess, Noelle Bogosian, who on this year will turn thirty years old. With her impending birthday, her father, the king, has deemed it time for her to marry. The king has reinstated the Royal Tournaments, a series of competitions that would allow warriors near and far to compete for his daughter’s hand in marriage.

Noelle, being the loyal daughter that she is, has agreed to her father’s outlandish idea of finding her a husband. She will do anything for Faery and knows that finding a suitable husband will help secure Faery’s future. But for Noelle, she’s ready to test out the legend of a Faery’s kiss. She’s been ready to find that one special Fae to spend all of eternity with.
Will the legend prove true and reveal her one true love or will the victor of the tournament be the one that she will spend an eternity with?

WARNING: The book contains content for readers 18 years and older.
~*~

My Review: 

 

 Firstly I would like the thank the lovely author Ariel Marie for kindly providing me with a copy of “A Faery’s Kiss” to read and review.
This is my first time reading anything by this author and I thoroughly enjoyed what I read.
This was certainly a quick ready with roughly 100 pages.
Noelle Bogosian is the sole heir to the realm of Faery. Her father, the King, wants to hold the traditional games to find the perfect suitor for his daughter.
Many men from all over the land come to compete to be the future King and Noelle’s husband, but is that what Noelle truly wants?
Is she allowed to pick and choose her husband?
Does she have any say in these games?
There is danger lurking and stiff competition from one of the other warriors in the tournament.
The book was only a few pages, yet the world described, stretched further than the pages.
It creates a winter wonderland that I found myself wanting to visit it personally.
One click this baby for one a wonderful holiday read that will leave you with holiday feels.
~*~

~*~ New Release ~*~ Love, Lies & Crime Anthology

 

 

 

Title: Love, Lies, & Crime Anthology
Authors: Various
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mystery/Thriller
Cover Design: Designing Women
Release Date: November 7, 2016
Love, Lies, & Crime Anthology is now LIVE!
100% of the proceeds benefit Toys for Tots

 

 

Love.
Lies.
Crimes.

 

What if you were given free reign to break the law…to commit a crime? Would you be brave enough to do it?
Ten writers will plot and weave stories of love, lies, and crime. You will want to buckle up and prepare for the ride. These deliciously twisted minds will serve you stories not apt for the faint of heart. You will sit on the edge of your seat gasping, sighing, laughing and crying page after page…
Will darkness defeat the light, or will gunpowder, switchblades and bloodshed reign?
Read ten bone-chillingly twisted, and provocative stories penned by ten brilliant masterminds of crime.

They’re waiting. Are you ready?
 

 


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~*~ Review Tour ~*~ Stroked Hard By Meghan Quinn



We’re celebrating the release of STROKED HARD! Check out the excerpt and teasers below!

 

STROKED HARD
Scheduled to release: November 1, 2016

Sports Romance
Cover Designed by: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2dGA5s9
iBooks: http://apple.co/2eQuMZR
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2dPh3Qc
Nook: to come!

He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow.
Did I mention his body?
Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled.
And easily seduced.
I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing me thin.
What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.

Excerpt:

A joke about Reese getting his makeup done is on the tip of my tongue when I turn to see a little brunette with sun-kissed hair, beautifully bronzed skin, and the biggest fucking green eyes I’ve ever seen standing behind Reese. 
 
Holy shit. 
 
The hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen is standing behind him wearing ripped jean shorts, a tight-as-hell white tank top, and teal Converse. Her hair is shoulder length, wavy, and looks so fucking soft that all I want to do is bury my head in it. But what’s really causing my pants to grow tighter by the minute are her pink-glossed plump lips. I’m mesmerized by the way the lights bounce off them and I can’t fucking help the way my mind wanders, wondering all the ways I can have fun with those lips. 
 
“Are you coming, man?” Reese asks as he walks away.
 
What? Oh shit. 
 
“Sure. You need me to hold your hand like last time?” I ask, chasing after them. “I don’t mind, but when the scary blow dryer comes at you again, I won’t be cleaning your inner thighs again from pee dribble. I did it once and it was fucking creepy. Never again.”
 
I don’t get a response besides the middle finger directed at me from behind his back.
 
Reese sits in a black chair, his large body making the poor seat look like a toothpick. He exhales and slouches as Miss Pouty Lips starts to play around with his hair. 
 
Jealousy instantly consumes me. I want to blast my best friend from his seat and take his place just to experience the feel of her pink painted nails running through my hair. 
 
Are her toes painted pink as well? Or does she have them painted a different shade? Fuck, I don’t care, either way I’m hell-bent on figuring it out. 
 
“Do you have dryland later today or do you want to grab dinner?” Reese asks, pulling my eyes off her fingers for a second. 
 
“Are you paying?”
 
“Cheap fuck.”
 
I shrug. “I save my money for more important things, like dates.” The girl looks up at me and gives me a courtesy smile. Eh, I’ll take it. “Dude, you’re so fucking rude.”
 
“What did I do?” Reese asks. 
 
“Uh, you didn’t introduce me to your friend.” I nod at the girl. 
 
“Because I don’t even know her name.” Reese looks a little ashamed as he admits his fault. 
 
I come closer and say, “Then you are fucking rude.” I hold my hand out. “Hi, I’m Hollis and this is my rude as fuck friend, Reese.”
 
The girl shakes my hand quickly, giving me a brief taste of how her palm would match up with mine. “Melony. Nice to meet you.”
 
“Melony, what a beautiful name.”
 
Reese snorts, right between us. Not in an awkward kind of a way, more in a dude’s blowing up my game kind of way. 
 
He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh shit, this is going to
be good.”
 
Ignoring him, I keep my attention focused on Melony. “Do you frequent these shoots often?”
 
Another snort. “That’s the best you got?” Reese asks. “Come on, man. You’re better than the old ‘you come around here often’ pick-up line.”
 
He’s right, but fuck, I’m kind of thrown off my game a little. It’s the glossiness of her lips; they’re distracting me. Would that gloss help her slide right along my dick? 
 
Melony ignores Reese’s barb and says, “I do all hair and makeup for the show, mostly for Bellini.”
 
Conversation door open. 
 
“Oh shit, and you haven’t been burnt by dragon lady’s spitting fire yet?”
 
She flips her hair to the side and grins at me. “Why do you think my hair is short?”
 
Fuck. I like her. Just like that. The sexy grin, the flip of her soft hair, the mischief in her eyes. Yup, I’m a fucking goner. 
 
But just as soon as the words slip from her mouth, she straightens up and looks at Reese. “Oh crap. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, Mr. King. Bellini is . . .” she swallows
hard and continues, “a nice lady.”
 
Reese waves it off. “She can be a bitch.”
 
It’s all he says but I know what he really means. Bellini is the epitome of the devil reincarnated. Unfortunately, given his situation, he has to be politically correct. Frankly I don’t know why he’s putting himself through this kind of torture. Trials aren’t for six months; you would think his publicist could come up with something else for him to do after his last stint at the Olympics. If I were him, I would fire my publicist’s ass. 
 
“Reese, can you spare a moment over here for a second?” a squirrely man I know by the name of Jasper asks. Reese excuses himself giving me the perfect opportunity to talk with Melony. 
 
She’s washing some makeup brushes, busying herself and staying as far away from me as possible. Too bad for her, I have other plans. 
 
“Where are you from, Melony?” She glances in my direction but turns back to her brushes. 
 
“Here,” she says curtly. 
 
“Born and raised a Cali girl, huh? That’s—”
 
“I’m going to stop you right there.” She holds her hand up. “I see where this is going.”
 
“And where is this going?” I ask, stepping closer to her. 
 
She gives me the once-over and puts her hand on her hip. “You say some cheesy stuff trying to get to know me. To be polite, I’ll entertain you and then you’ll ask me out. I’ll say no and then you’ll take that as a challenge.”
 
I scrunch my nose. “You would say no?” That’s kind of a first for me, so I’m interested to hear her answer. 
 
“Not used to the word? Does the Olympic diver always get what he wants?”
 
“Ah, so you know who I am.” I knowingly point at her. “I knew you did from the way you tried to see through my shirt. Don’t worry, sweetheart, the abs everyone talks about are real.”
 
She scoffs. “You’re pathetic.”
 
Well, that’s a first as well. 
 
“Are you trying to make me cry?” I tease. 
 
Rolling her eyes, she steps away, putting unwanted distance between us. “Seriously, not going to happen, Hollis, so pack up your pick-up lines and take them somewhere else.”
 
“Wow.” I rest my hip against one of the tables full of beauty shit and cross my arms
over my chest. “Flatter yourself much? Who says I was even trying to pick you up? What if I was just trying to be nice? That’s kind of embarrassing for you, assuming such a thing.”
 
“Please, Hollis. Nice try. It’s not going to happen.”
 
Growing irritated, I ask, “And why not?”
 
“Because.” She points a makeup brush at me. “You’re not my type and I have zero interest in pursuing a relationship with you.” With that, she fucking wags her pert little ass away from me. 
 
Well, fuck me. That didn’t go as planned.

My Review:

O.K – here goes…..
Hollis….what is there to not love about this hot-as-hell, wash-board-abs of a man? I mean come on..he is hot, an Olympic gold medal winner, he reads love stories (Sayyy whhhaatttt) and wants dote on a female! SCORE!!! He is the total package. He says the most inappropriate things at the most appropriate times. I found myself not only laughing out loud but snorting at his quick and witty one liners. Good lord..this guy had me cracking up…and somehow the more inappropriate he is, the more I adore him!!
Melony….she is just the most adorable girl with some major daddy issues! She is a hair and makeup artist…for the none other super-bitch Bellini.
I love Melony…not only does she deal with the she-devil on a daily basis but she is strong as sh&t. I know at times I question her strength but she is tough as nails. And the minute Hollis sees her…its ON!!
For months and I mean months, he chases her….with no avail.
I honestly do not know how Melony lasts as long as she does without giving in and just talking to him or going on a date.
Hollis’ belief that Melony as his one and only had her running, but they both enjoyed the cat and mouse game they were playing and that had me enjoying the chase as well. With Hollis’ calculated randomness and Melony’s snarky wit they are a match made in heaven and the sexual chemistry between them was H-to the O- to the T! But the sweet moments were what showed just how good they could be together if given the chance, okay, if Melony would give them a shot.
This is a great, light hearted read with plenty of witty banter and moments that had me laughing out loud and also swooning which is just what i have come to expect from Meghan’s book. Would i recommend it, errrr……. hell yes.
Boo and Bear, unconditional love, and tons of laughs. That’s Stroked Hard.
 Hahahaha the epilogues with Bellini…totally priceless, bitch got what she deserved!

 

 

NOW AVAILABLE!

STROKED by Meghan Quinn
Released: July 19, 2016
Cover Designer: Murphy Rae

BLURB:
Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.

His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.

On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.

I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.

There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.

What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.

STROKED LONG by Meghan Quinn
Scheduled to release: September 20, 2016

Sports Romance
Cover Designed by: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae

BLURB:
From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.
Yet there’s more.
Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.
I’m enamored. He’s captured me.
How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

**STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.

About the Author:

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male
voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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~*~ New Release ~*~ Stroked Hard By Meghan Quinn



We’re celebrating the release of STROKED HARD! Check out the excerpt and teasers below!

 

STROKED HARD
Scheduled to release: November 1, 2016

Sports Romance
Cover Designed by: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2dGA5s9
iBooks: http://apple.co/2eQuMZR
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2dPh3Qc
Nook: to come!

He’s hot. Like, stop breathing kind of hot with his killer body, vivid blue eyes, and constant five o’clock shadow.
Did I mention his body?
Watching Hollis Knightly, Olympic diving gold medalist, man-pony specialist—and cocky bastard—stand up on the diving platform in nothing but a small piece of Spandex? Yeah, I’m beguiled.
And easily seduced.
I want to keep things light but he won’t leave me alone. And hell, if he’s not wearing me thin.
What is supposed to be a simple summer fling with a very hot man, has now morphed into a f*cked-up mess of feelings, attachment, and dare I say it…love. But I don’t do relationships. And Hollis Knightly does.
Excerpt:
A joke about Reese getting his makeup done is on the tip of my tongue when I turn to see a little brunette with sun-kissed hair, beautifully bronzed skin, and the biggest fucking green eyes I’ve ever seen standing behind Reese. 
 
Holy shit. 
 
The hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen is standing behind him wearing ripped jean shorts, a tight-as-hell white tank top, and teal Converse. Her hair is shoulder length, wavy, and looks so fucking soft that all I want to do is bury my head in it. But what’s really causing my pants to grow tighter by the minute are her pink-glossed plump lips. I’m mesmerized by the way the lights bounce off them and I can’t fucking help the way my mind wanders, wondering all the ways I can have fun with those lips. 
 
“Are you coming, man?” Reese asks as he walks away.
 
What? Oh shit. 
 
“Sure. You need me to hold your hand like last time?” I ask, chasing after them. “I don’t mind, but when the scary blow dryer comes at you again, I won’t be cleaning your inner thighs again from pee dribble. I did it once and it was fucking creepy. Never again.”
 
I don’t get a response besides the middle finger directed at me from behind his back.
 
Reese sits in a black chair, his large body making the poor seat look like a toothpick. He exhales and slouches as Miss Pouty Lips starts to play around with his hair. 
 
Jealousy instantly consumes me. I want to blast my best friend from his seat and take his place just to experience the feel of her pink painted nails running through my hair. 
 
Are her toes painted pink as well? Or does she have them painted a different shade? Fuck, I don’t care, either way I’m hell-bent on figuring it out. 
 
“Do you have dryland later today or do you want to grab dinner?” Reese asks, pulling my eyes off her fingers for a second. 
 
“Are you paying?”
 
“Cheap fuck.”
 
I shrug. “I save my money for more important things, like dates.” The girl looks up at me and gives me a courtesy smile. Eh, I’ll take it. “Dude, you’re so fucking rude.”
 
“What did I do?” Reese asks. 
 
“Uh, you didn’t introduce me to your friend.” I nod at the girl. 
 
“Because I don’t even know her name.” Reese looks a little ashamed as he admits his fault. 
 
I come closer and say, “Then you are fucking rude.” I hold my hand out. “Hi, I’m Hollis and this is my rude as fuck friend, Reese.”
 
The girl shakes my hand quickly, giving me a brief taste of how her palm would match up with mine. “Melony. Nice to meet you.”
 
“Melony, what a beautiful name.”
 
Reese snorts, right between us. Not in an awkward kind of a way, more in a dude’s blowing up my game kind of way. 
 
He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh shit, this is going to be good.”
 
Ignoring him, I keep my attention focused on Melony. “Do you frequent these shoots often?”
 
Another snort. “That’s the best you got?” Reese asks. “Come on, man. You’re better than the old ‘you come around here often’ pick-up line.”
 
He’s right, but fuck, I’m kind of thrown off my game a little. It’s the glossiness of her lips; they’re distracting me. Would that gloss help her slide right along my dick? 
 
Melony ignores Reese’s barb and says, “I do all hair and makeup for the show, mostly for Bellini.”
 
Conversation door open. 
 
“Oh shit, and you haven’t been burnt by dragon lady’s spitting fire yet?”
 
She flips her hair to the side and grins at me. “Why do you think my hair is short?”
 
Fuck. I like her. Just like that. The sexy grin, the flip of her soft hair, the mischief in her eyes. Yup, I’m a fucking goner. 
 
But just as soon as the words slip from her mouth, she straightens up and looks at Reese. “Oh crap. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, Mr. King. Bellini is . . .” she swallows hard and continues, “a nice lady.”
 
Reese waves it off. “She can be a bitch.”
 
It’s all he says but I know what he really means. Bellini is the epitome of the devil reincarnated. Unfortunately, given his situation, he has to be politically correct. Frankly I don’t know why he’s putting himself through this kind of torture. Trials aren’t for six months; you would think his publicist could come up with something else for him to do after his last stint at the Olympics. If I were him, I would fire my publicist’s ass. 
 
“Reese, can you spare a moment over here for a second?” a squirrely man I know by the name of Jasper asks. Reese excuses himself giving me the perfect opportunity to talk with Melony. 
 
She’s washing some makeup brushes, busying herself and staying as far away from me as possible. Too bad for her, I have other plans. 
 
“Where are you from, Melony?” She glances in my direction but turns back to her brushes. 
 
“Here,” she says curtly. 
 
“Born and raised a Cali girl, huh? That’s—”
 
“I’m going to stop you right there.” She holds her hand up. “I see where this is going.”
 
“And where is this going?” I ask, stepping closer to her. 
 
She gives me the once-over and puts her hand on her hip. “You say some cheesy stuff trying to get to know me. To be polite, I’ll entertain you and then you’ll ask me out. I’ll say no and then you’ll take that as a challenge.”
 
I scrunch my nose. “You would say no?” That’s kind of a first for me, so I’m interested to hear her answer. 
 
“Not used to the word? Does the Olympic diver always get what he wants?”
 
“Ah, so you know who I am.” I knowingly point at her. “I knew you did from the way you tried to see through my shirt. Don’t worry, sweetheart, the abs everyone talks about are real.”
 
She scoffs. “You’re pathetic.”
 
Well, that’s a first as well. 
 
“Are you trying to make me cry?” I tease. 
 
Rolling her eyes, she steps away, putting unwanted distance between us. “Seriously, not going to happen, Hollis, so pack up your pick-up lines and take them somewhere else.”
 
“Wow.” I rest my hip against one of the tables full of beauty shit and cross my arms over my chest. “Flatter yourself much? Who says I was even trying to pick you up? What if I was just trying to be nice? That’s kind of embarrassing for you, assuming such a thing.”
 
“Please, Hollis. Nice try. It’s not going to happen.”
 
Growing irritated, I ask, “And why not?”
 
“Because.” She points a makeup brush at me. “You’re not my type and I have zero interest in pursuing a relationship with you.” With that, she fucking wags her pert little ass away from me. 
 
Well, fuck me. That didn’t go as planned.

 

 

NOW AVAILABLE!

 

STROKED by Meghan Quinn
Released: July 19, 2016
Cover Designer: Murphy Rae

BLURB:
Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.

His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.

On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, only covered up by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.

I hate to admit it, but I’m head over heels infatuated with him.

There is one HUGE problem though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile, reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being, Bellini Chambers.

What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a cluster f*ck of epic proportions.

STROKED LONG by Meghan Quinn
Scheduled to release: September 20, 2016

Sports Romance
Cover Designed by: Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae

BLURB:
From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.
Yet there’s more.
Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.
I’m enamored. He’s captured me.
How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

**STROKED LONG can be read as a stand alone.

About the Author:

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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