Saturday, June 24, 2017

UNFORGIVEN By: Willow Winters is LIVE!!!!



The sins of his past can’t be forgiven.

Mason Thatcher gave me chills when I first laid eyes on him. The good kind. The kind that makes your body ache and your heart hammer.

What’s better is that he looked at me the same way.
There was a hunger in his eyes that wouldn’t be sated, and a confidence in his stride that told me I could never run from him. Back then, I didn’t want to.

It’s not fair that his touch eased my pain.
That his lips on mine made my worries vanish.
That his love gave me a reason to breathe again.

With him, I felt complete, as if fate had given me a second chance.

Then I learned the truth: the sins and secrets of what really brought us together.

I knew it was too good to be true, but I could never have imagined he’d be capable of something so cold and cruel. That he was the reason my world crumbled.

There’s no way we can go back to what we once had and it’s not as easy as walking away. He can’t risk me telling his secrets.

I don’t know what choices I have or how I’ll survive this.

What he’s done is unforgivable, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let me go.

Unforgiven is the second book in the new series, Sins and Secret Series of Duets by Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author Willow Winters. It is book 2 of a 2 book duet although other standalone duets will be featured in the series. It is not necessary, but highly recommended that you read book 1, Imperfect, before reading Unforgiven.
They say if you love someone, you should let them go.
   That’s bullshit.
   I didn’t know it until I lost her, but I had nothing to live for without Jules.        

   There’s no fucking way I’m going back to that.
    The idea that she could turn me in has hardly even registered. It’s merely a passing thought that intrudes upon the images of seeing her walk away from me. The memories of her pushing against my chest, scratching and violently kicking me. Her screams that she hates me ring in my ears over and over.
    I swallow thickly as I descend the stairs, gripping the railing and matching the heavy thud of my bare feet with the pounding of my heart.
   I need to figure out how to make her forget the past and remember her future is with me. My head nods, envisioning how this was supposed to be. How it could have ended so beautifully.Imperfect  


Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!

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Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie, she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!


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Friday, June 23, 2017

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Unlucky in love Emily Parker is about to turn thirty. The big three-0!
Yet, the dream house, perfect husband, and cute little children are nowhere to be seen; a little like her sex life.
Instead, most nights consist of a dine in for one, a few bottles of wine and the odd fumble with Vinnie the Vibrator, if she's lucky; so long as she has remembered to stock up on the batteries.
Is this now her life?
It's a far cry from where she imagined it would be when she reached her prime.
Where did it all go wrong? Even the big wide world of online dating isn't getting her anywhere, fast.
Right now, the only thing that Emily knows, is that Heartbreak's a bitch!

Thursday, June 22, 2017

IMPERFECT By: Willow Winters is LIVE!!!!




Fate brought us together, but the sins of my past threaten to rip us apart.

In a city ruled by corruption and powerful men, only the ruthless survive. And that’s just what I am. Like father, like son. The life I lead is riddled with black tie affairs and dark secrets.


A simple mistake destroyed a woman I knew nothing about. She was only a name and a beautiful face in a photograph. Her picture-perfect life was shattered, but I didn’t give a damn.

Or at least I thought I didn’t care, until she stumbled into me.
One look and I was tempted.
One taste and I was hooked.

It wasn’t supposed to turn into this. She’s a good girl from the upper east side, innocent and naive. She’s ashamed to be moving on so quickly.
Especially with a man like me. Someone who could tarnish her good girl reputation and make the crack in her picture perfect frame splinter even deeper.
We both know this was supposed to be a one-time thing. But I want more.

Now she has me wrapped around her little finger, using me to get through her pain. I’m addicted to the soft moans and the way her nails scratch down my back. I’m starting to need her, as much as she needs me.

I’ll protect her from the truth as long as I can. But even if she finds out, I’m not letting her leave me.
She’s mine now. 
Prologue
Mason
Don’t let them see.  
Her words echo in my head as I stalk toward the quiet bedroom.  She whispered them against my lips last night.  The cool air slipped between us as she broke the kiss and slowly opened her eyes in the dark of the night.  
The street light shined down around us on the back porch to her place in the upper east side.  The city life quietly slept so late at night, or early in the morning depending on how you look at it.  Only the sinners were left awake.
Don’t let them see.  She left me with the parting plea and here I am… giving into her wish.
I’ve never crept through anyone’s back door so late at night.  Not once in my life have I had to sneak around like this.
I don’t want to keep doing this shit, but here I am.   What the hell has this woman done to me?  I’m wrapped around her little finger.  
It’s because she’s ashamed.  I know that’s why she doesn’t want people to know we’re together.  Not just a fling, not a rebound fuck.  There’s something more to us now, but she doesn’t want the world to know.  
The floorboards creak under my weight and I hesitate in the doorway, the dim lamp from the hall filling the dark room with a hint of light.  
Sleep is evident on her face, but she stirs beneath the silk sheet until finally sees me.  She lulls her head to the side to look at me, burying her cheek into the pillow, a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I missed you,” her voice is laced with an equal mix of sleep and lust.  
If only she knew the reason I craved her touch.  The reason I was so tempted.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I tell her in a deep, rough voice as I start unbuttoning my shirt.  A smirk turns the corner of my lips up as her eyes sparkle with humor.  She doesn’t care when I come and go, so long as I lay in her bed at night, or she in mine.
Her doe eyes stare back at me while I slip off the button up and let it pool into a puddle at my feet.  I yank the tight white undershirt over my shoulders and look back to see those lush lips parted.
She likes what she sees.  My muscles ripple as I let the undershirt drop to the floor, the moonlight bathing the room and the two of us in a faint glow.
She may want to keep this a secret, but she fucking wants me and she can’t hide it.  I’ve become addicted to the way she looks at me, like she needs to touch me to stay grounded just as she needs to breathe the air to survive.  I’ve learned to crave the faint sounds of her quickened breath as she waits for me to come to her.   As if she’d die without me.
I’m slow to unbuckle my belt as my eyes roam down her curves.  She’s mine to take.  Mine to touch.  Mine to keep.
If it were up to me, I’d take her ass outside and into the middle of the busy city street to show the world that she belongs to me now.  I don’t want to sneak around anymore and I don’t give a shit who knows.  I’m tired of this bullshit.  
I grip the leather belt tighter as the anger boils in my blood, making it sing in the air as I pull it through the loops and drop it to the floor with a loud clack.  All the while, my gaze is on her gorgeous eyes, and she’s staring back at me with the same desire.
The past is never coming back.  No one will ever know what really happened, not her, not anyone.
“Mason,” she practically whimpers my name and it pulls the beast in me closer to her.  My knee dips into the bed, making it groan with my weight as I crawl over to her.  
Her soft blue eyes pierce through me, cutting through the dark room.  More of the soft light from the city lights slips into the room as the heat kicks on and the curtains sway.  The way the light kisses her skin makes her all the more beautiful.  
She’s laid out for me.  All for me. She fucking needs me.
I crush my lips to hers and dig my fingers into the flesh of her hips as she spreads her thighs for me.  Her soft moans fill the hot air between us.
She’s ashamed to be moving on so quickly.  Especially with a man like me.  I wasn’t made for a woman like her.  I’m someone who could tarnish her good girl reputation and make the crack in her picture perfect frame splinter even deeper. Rough around the edges is putting it lightly, but I have what it takes to keep her.
We both know this was supposed to be a one time thing.  But now, I want more.
She thinks she’s ruined, but she’s fucking perfect.  It’s my sins and my secrets that could destroy us both.  I’ll never let them come to light. Not now that I have something worth fighting for.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I won’t stop until she’s mine.
She needs to get over it and just accept this for what it is.  
She’s fucking mine now.

Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!

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Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie, she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Unprofessional (Book Tour with an Excerpt) By: JD Hawkins is LIVE!!!!

Unprofessional By JD Hawkins

Release Date: March 22nd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

Model: Christian Hogue

Blurb


What happens when the internet's favorite playboy falls in love?
I have the best job in the world. Date beautiful women and write about it.
But I want to take it to the next level: instead of writing about my experiences make it into an online reality show.
But here is the catch. My boss wants me to share the show with a woman co-host. And he wants that woman to be my best friend and co-worker, Margo.
I’ll date beautiful women and she’ll date hot men. Sounds fair enough.

So now I have to watch her fake date hot men. I used to love going home with a different woman every night, but suddenly this isn’t as fun. Seeing Margo with anyone else is driving me crazy.

And the more time I spend with her working on the show, the less I want to keep our relationship in the friends’ zone. And the harder it is to stop myself from imagining her bent over the copier.
Things are about to get unprofessional.
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EXCERPT:



“Thank god you live on the ground floor,” I say, as I rummage for her keys in her bag with one hand while keeping her from falling with the other. It’s not that I haven’t been to Margo’s place before, but when we hang out it’s usually at work functions or the occasional bar, and at the moment I can’t shake the feeling that I’m intruding a little.
“You know, you’re really fucking hot,” she slurs, giggling. My cock stirs at the brush of her lips so close to my neck, her warm breath against my skin. I have to shake it off.
“And you’re really fucking drunk,” I reply with a forced laugh, as the key finally catches and I kick the door open.
“No…I mean it,” she says as I step into her apartment, still holding her in my arms. “You’re like…the most beautiful man.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” I say, as I open a few wrong doors (closet, bathroom) until I find her bedroom. I walk in and lay her down on the bed, then pull away, setting her bag on the night table. “You should probably just rest a bit, let it pass.” I unlace her boots and ease them off gently, setting them on the floor before straightening up to go. This feels familiar, although I haven’t carried a too-drunk Margo home from a party and put her to bed since our undergrad years. “You need anything? Water, or—”
“Yeah.” Margo smiles.
“What?”
Instead of answering, she mischievously beckons me closer. I look at her, dress rolling up around her thighs, twisting her body up in the sheets, my imagination starting to whirl a little.
“Come here!” she yelps impatiently.
This could mean trouble—the problem is, I like trouble. I groan and go nearer to the bed.
“Closer,” she giggles, and I’m taken with the smile, the way she grinds into the bed…
“What?”
Her hand pulls on my shirt, her smile goes and instead her mouth is open now, weakened like she’s preparing to kiss me. I could so easily fall into her here, so easily bring my mouth onto hers, put my own hands under her clothes. I can almost taste her, appetite stirring…
Except being a real man doesn’t just mean knowing when to make a move, it also means knowing when you shouldn’t.
“Nice try,” I say, pulling back.
Margo laughs and pounds her fists onto the bed with disappointment.
“But I need to see what’s under your shirt. You still got those Grand Canyon abs, I bet.”
“Ok. That’s my cue to go,” I say, half-out the door. “See you tomorrow.”
“No! Come on! Please! I remember the view was fucking amazing. Just a little peek. A tiny little peek for old time’s sake. Come on, Owen! Don’t be an asshole. You know you want to show it off.”
I look back at her, hand on the doorknob, and find myself laughing.
“Happy now?” I say, pulling up my shirt a little way.
Margo screams and falls back onto her pillows laughing.
“I knew it! Just as perfect as that night you got locked out of the girl’s dorm,” she says, as I close the door and leave.
When I get back to my car, I’m still smiling.







About the Author:

JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independent women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India, and Thailand. When he isn't writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He's always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.

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