Friday, 24 July 2015

BURN by JC Emery Blog Tour @jc_emery




BURN
Release Day: July 23
Tragedy cuts deep. Revenge burns deeper.
The blood of their enemies coats the leather of their cuts and a trail of bodies lie in their wake, but the Forsaken Motorcycle Club isn't done yet. Carlo Mancuso still needs to pay for his sins. Nobody knows that more than Ian Buckley, the Treasurer for Forsaken.
Ian prefers his pleasure mixed with pain and he's only ever at peace when he's doling out justice. Convinced that he's too unstable and sadistic to take an old lady, he keeps his trysts, like all of his relationships, brief and anonymous. But with his club at war, and the stakes being so personal, Ian's feeling the events around him more deeply than he expects.
Mindy Mercer is the sweet daughter of Fort Bragg’s most respectable cop. At least that’s how the town sees her. Very few people know the Mindy who hides her tracks and battles her cravings by lying to everyone around her. She thinks she has control of her addiction until she suffers an attack that leaves her searching for a way out of her own personal hell.
Mindy has never been more desperately in need of a savior and Ian has never seen a more beautifully destroyed creature in his life. Their attraction is intense, but their damage is extreme. Some scars never heal, and some people never get better.
Love is never more painful than when it can kill you.






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As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can't imagine a climate more beautiful.

JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.

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“I like talking to you. I want to get to know you.”
“What’s the point in getting to know me when you’re just going to end up hating me eventually, anyway?” This is why I don’t want to bond with her. I don’t want to let her in and to love her the way Ma does, the way Michael does. Even Ryan loves her and I’ll be damned if Pop doesn’t love her too. She’s squirrelly like that.
“I can’t hate you. If I can’t hate my father, then I can’t hate you either. I won’t ask you not to hurt him, and I can’t tell you how I’ll feel when he dies because I don’t know how I’ll feel. But I can tell you this— he stole you and my mother from me. My father hurt you, and he hurt me in a different way. He hurt Michael too, but he might be too proud to admit that just yet. Carlo Mancuso has his family and I have mine.”
She takes a step closer and reaches out, grabbing my arm. The tears she was holding back slide down her cheeks as she stares up at me.
“I don’t like violence and I hate to see people get hurt, but no matter who I am today, I was a principessa, a Mancuso. I understand the need for justice and deep down I know that this war goes back further than last year and that it was only a matter of time for my father to get what’s coming to him.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I find myself saying. My chest aches and my jaw is tight. I reject the emotions that make me weak and force myself to think about anything but how good it feels to get this gift from her. “Every year on your birthday, we have a party. It used to be just me and Ma, and then when Pop and Ryan came around, they’d join in. It was always just something we did. Ma never wanted to forget either of you, and she made sure I never could. I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to make this better for her.”



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Death comes in Armani. Salvation comes in leather.

Principessa to the Mancuso crime family, Alexandra knows a thing or two about living outside the bounds of the law. Suffocated by the future her father has laid out for her, she makes a choice she can't take back, changing the entire trajectory of her life.

Thrust into the dark and dangerous world of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club for her own protection, Alex finds herself faced with the last thing she needs right now: the man of her dreams. He’s sex in leather, the devil incarnate, and one hell of a kisser. But he’s also off-limits. Ryan Stone can be her friend, but he’s forbidden to be her lover.

Third-generation Forsaken, Ryan knows nothing other than life on two wheels, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He enjoys the many privileges that come with the patch, and the only laws he recognizes are the ones set-forth by his club. That is, until who he wants more than anything isn’t allowed on the back of his bike —or in his bed. Balancing his desire for her body, and need to keep her safe, Ryan tries to keep Alex at a distance. Finally having made a choice for herself, she’s done hearing the word “no” and will push boundaries even Ryan himself doesn’t dare cross.

Love is never more tempting than when it’s forbidden.

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Loneliness suffocates the heart. Acceptance breaks down walls.

As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to party. She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated for anything more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go of—no matter how many times she tries to run.

Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her hands full and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched his best friend fall for the only girl he couldn’t have, and then almost lose her so shortly after, shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness, he’s more determined than ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he can be good for her; but he’s got a bad track record and she’s got a bad temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s not sure what he’s even changing for.

The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.

Love is never more precious than when it’s new.



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With the looming threat from the Mancuso Crime Family, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is preparing for a war that could destroy them. Grady, the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, knows that love makes you weak, and he has zero interest in adding to his liabilities– especially now. He’s already got his teenage daughter who keeps him on his toes and a beef within the club that could fracture his relationship with a fellow brother for good.

For Holly Mercer, her life is finally getting on track and the last thing she wants is trouble from her hometown’s resident outlaws. Keeping her nose clean is easier said than done, when suddenly she finds herself embroiled in club business. Holly might like the idea of being with a real-life bad boy, but even being in the same room with tough-as-nails Grady flusters her.

When Holly inadvertently finds herself on Mancuso’s radar, she has two choices: trust that Grady will protect her, or continue to refuse the club’s help. Both roads are dangerous, but only one has the chance to damage her beyond repair.

Love is never more dangerous than when it can destroy you.


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Young love is always perfect. Until it's not.
Cheyenne Grady is a total daddy's girl to her bad-ass father, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club. She's funny, and kind, and she just wants that deep, earth-shattering love like her dad has with her school secretary, Holly. But Cheyenne's been looking in the wrong direction, because the only good that can come from the way she looks at Jeremy Whelan is a lesson in heartbreak.
Jeremy always wanted to prospect for the Forsaken Motorcycle Club and wear the same patch as his father. When a life-long dream becomes reality, Jeremy realizes that the outlaw lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. Nor is it easy on relationships. He wants to be a good man, but temptation is everywhere.
Cheyenne is beautiful, and strong, and exactly what Jeremy could have forever. As long as he doesn't screw it up.

Love is never more powerful than the first time.

Dreamlike State by Macy Farmer @Macy_Farmer

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Dreamlike state.
Unable to escape.
Whether I am driving in my car or at work, my mind continues to return to my dreamlike world; a place where all fantasies can come true, a place to escape from reality. My reality, unlike most, is unusual. I have a gift, or at least that is what my parents call it. Sometimes I see things before they happen. Oh and I can see someone’s inner thoughts when I touch them. But those aren’t the only reasons I feel the need to escape. It feels like something or someone is missing from my life. In my world, I can be anything and anyone. More importantly, he’s there, my true love… making it hard to focus on reality.

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Raised in Bucks County Pennsylvania. The youngest of three, Macy started telling stories at an early age. As a young adult she began writing poems and short stories.
Today Macy, a romantic with a creative imagination, spends most of her free time writing. If she’s not writing or reading, she enjoys riding ATVs with her husband on the trails of upper Pennsylvania’s state forests.
Her love for writing romance, reading and life led her to fulfill her childhood dreams of becoming a Paranormal Romance Writer.

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Book: Later Than Expected
Series: Great Expectation Series
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Expected Release: September 2015
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Ben Blackbird has always been there for everyone else. He took care of his mother and sisters when his alcoholic father didn’t. He raised his son alone when his wife got sick and eventually died from breast cancer. Ben has been his family’s rock in every crisis situation. He loved his life, but he was lonely.
Greta spent her childhood in the foster care system. But she was always did well in school, but didn’t have much experience with men. Years later after enduring years of her husband’s cheating and manipulation her husband dies unexpectedly giving her the opportunity to start a new life.
Both Ben and Greta find themselves on the same delayed flight to Nashville. Ben offers to share the drive and they find an attraction along the way. Their romantic relationship continues but her husband’s past threatens to destroy their hopes for a long awaited happily ever after.

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Catherine Scott grew up in the Chicago area but fell in love with the Southern Illinois region while attending university where she studied psychology and special education. Catherine has taught the best kids in the world for more than 15 years. Catherine lives in Kentucky with 3 dogs and the love of her life. She writes romantic suspense novels. “When You Least Expect It” is the first novel in her Great Expectations series. “Later than Expected” is her second novel due for release on September 15, 2015.

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How dirty are you willing to get to attain the one you desire most? To own them?
Featuring three filthy tales from some of today’s hottest authors: K.I. Lynn, N. Isabelle Blanco, and Elena M. Reyes
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Dirty Words by Elena M. Reyes
Devin Andrews had it all. Everything but the one woman he coveted.
He wanted her in the sickest of ways—yearned for those dirty words she used to entice him, drive him mad with hunger...need.
Taken from his rib to create perfection, he found love and the one woman born to be his.
How far will he go to take ownership of what’s always been his? To what cost?
Once with her, how do you seduce a woman you’ve never met?
You don’t. You just take.
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It had been exactly one year to the day since I fell for the words my girl created. A year where I’d spent numerous hours contemplating ways to make her mine. Three hundred and sixty-five days consumed by every book she wrote. With each line my need and hunger grew, my devotion running so deep that I’d lost my goddamned head over her. Rationality was a novelty I no longer concerned myself with. She always claimed to have the best inspirations while taking a bath or shower. Was it because she was thinking of me? Was she picturing us together under the hot stream of water? She was a fan, after all. It was my face that my girl watched on the movie screen, and later confessed to being aroused by. I remember re-reading that one post on her wall over and over again. Discovering the effect I had on her was a high unlike any other. I made her heart stutter. I made her knees weak. I caused the wetness to pool between her thighs. Did she see those images as vividly as I did? Lucia had to have. No one could write such descriptive scenes without putting themselves within their words. My favorite, though, had to be the one time she had me fuck my counterpart in the shower. Fuck, do I remember that scene: “Jack, please,” Lesley begged as I continued to assault her neck with kisses, biting her hard enough to leave the imprint of my teeth embedded in her skin. I wanted—no, needed, to mark her as my own. The fucking world had to accept that she was taken. “Baby, I need you,” she whimpered, “need to feel you inside me. Goddamned delicious stretch and fullness only you can…oh, fuck!” Lesley hissed out as my long and calloused fingers found her drenched, bare lips. I’d begun a slow rhythm of in and out, my palm coming in contact with her engorged clit and rubbing twice before pulling away. I was the one making the beautiful woman in my arms cry out in ecstasy one minute, and out in anger the next. According to her, I was responsible for all the dirty thoughts and words that led to the ruin of her favorite panties. They were my favorites now, as well. Lacy boy shorts had ruined me for all other types. My head was filled with images of those round mounds barely covered by the flimsy fabric. How it molded onto her skin and rode high as she walked. I wanted to tear them off with my teeth. I’d pull them down while my tongue would come out to taste every inch of skin my mouth uncovered. I wondered what would hit my tongue as I lay between her parted thighs and lapped at her core. She’d taste amazing too. Like an erotic mixture of fruits. Delicious.
Don't tease me, baby. Fuck me. Make me yours.” Lesley slammed her hands on the tiled wall while I toyed with her. Broke her down. I wanted her to bend to my will, become insane with lust. When I was through with her, she’d only see me. Feel me. Want me.

Elena M. reyes Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.  

  Systematic Siege  
Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1 by N. Isabelle Blanco
He was the player. The most popular guy in highschool. In other words, the stereotypical heartbreaker that every girl died for. She was one of the nerds. The outcast teased and shunned by the popular kids in school. In other words, him and his crew. He always wanted her, she just never knew it . . . In order to maintain his popularity, he buried those feelings deep, deep down in the pit of his miserable little soul. That is, until one night he lost control. They both did. Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones that knew it. What his friends ended up doing with the knowledge would scar her for the next seven years of her life. And leave him wrecked, dealing with years of agony because he’d lost her. Highschool graduation came and went, and they never saw each other again. Now, seven years later, Andrew’s stepped in and taken his father’s place as CEO of his family’s company, Drevlow Systems, Inc. Along with the new position comes a host of perks . . . and a brand new systems genius working as the head of his company’s IT department. An IT genius that just happens to be the one woman he never forgot. She hasn’t forgotten him or his reputation either and she wants nothing to do with him. He’s determined to have her—she’s determined to see him burn in hell before that happens. What ensues takes the term War of the Sexes to a whole new level. {Episode #1} Andrew is forced to face his past in a way he’d never expected. Or prepared for. Seven years. That’s how long he waited to find Lexi again. Seven years worth of memories. Fantasies that tormented his life, making it impossible for him to move on. Seven years worth of guilt for what he’d inadvertently allowed to happen. He had it all planned out, every step of the epic-groveling he knew he’d have to do. His plan was absolutely perfect. Genius, actually. Then he walked into his company’s IT department and seen the same big, blue-gray eyes that had haunted him for years . . . Glaring at him from behind familiar, black-framed glasses. And Andrew knew, right then, without a doubt . . . That his plan wasn’t worth sh*t.   amazon link

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For years, I’d watched my old friend from afar, missing her. Knowing what my father had done to her family. I’d just wanted to have the right to talk to her again. When that aforementioned opportunity popped up, no preternatural, Zeus-gifted willpower could have stopped me from taking it. The door creaks open out in the hall. “Andrew?” God—Nature—whatever the fuck is out there—what the hell did you do when you allowed that girl to come into existence? Ungh, that voice. I freeze on the spot, eyes closing. Hating and savoring the heat that drums through my veins, pounding its way straight to my cock. Her voice is how I imagine an ancient sex goddess’ voice would’ve been. If this is how the ancient Sumerians imagined that Inanna’s voice sounded, no wonder man eventually rose up and obliterated her legend. No female, even a mythical one, should be allowed to have so much control over man. It’s not an exaggeration, either. Every fucker at school goes glossy-eyed whenever Lexi so much as hums near them. The perfect soft rasp; the epitome of the term “sex voice”. Every time she says my name, I die a little more inside. “Andrew?” Shit. I need to hear her moan for me—don’t care if it ends up being the death of me—and I can’t fucking have it. One day I’m going to snap and take it anyway. “Andrew, are you here?” I clear my throat, sitting down on the sofa as fast as I can. My text book gets positioned just right, so that it covers my aching hard-on. “Yeah. I’m in here.” Jesus, talk about rasps. My voice is straight up laden with sex. I clear my throat again. Three deep breaths, and I convince myself that I’m ready to face her. That, although my dick still throbs to the beat of her name, I’m well on my way to getting my reaction under control. She stops in front of the door. My entire world grinds to a halt. Jesus. Air . . . Can’t breathe . . . Motherfuck, this hurts. My. Fucking. God. Son of a bitch. Shit, I think I’m wheezing. Legs. Those breasts. That hair. The eyes. Red lips. Lexi all dolled-up—no, fuck that, sexed-up. Like I’ve never seen her before. It’s the hardest blow of my life. And, it’s the exact moment in time I realize that girl has to be mine. Whatever it takes. Whatever it ends up costing me. Mine.

N. Isabelle BlancoN. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world. N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

Tempt
Tempt by K.I. Lynn
Tempt: To entice or attempt to entice someone to do something that they find attractive but know to be wrong.
Thirty-three year old, Dean Sampson knows all about being tempted. He can’t stop fantasizing about his intern, Alyssa Lockley. He’s counting down the days until she’s gone and out of his life.
It’s not that he doesn’t want her—he’s so consumed by his desperate want that he can barely function—but there’s more than one problem keeping him from taking her and being his intern isn’t one of them.
His co-worker and best friend, is her protective big brother. He’s going through a horrid divorce. Alyssa is only nineteen years old.
The result spells disaster for Dean.
Will he take the apple from his Eve and succumb to her temptation?
A short erotic novella
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  “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be begging for?” Her overly seductive tone makes my eyes fly open. Stunned, I grab her hands without thinking, halting her movements, and pull her in front of me. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth. The demon is showing through, the little bit of naughty in my innocent looking temptation. “Miss Lockley,” I begin, clearing my throat as I adjust my position to try and hide the bulge that she creates, “that sounded like a proposition of sorts. Do I need to remind you I’m not only fourteen years older than you, but also your boss?” My hands are aching to grab hold of her. She doesn’t understand what she does to me, and her little show has me ready to push her up against the window so everyone who passes by can see my cock disappear between her thighs. Pink spreads across her cheeks and down her chest. I’m seconds away from pinning her down like a wild beast—an idea which excites me to no end. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sampson, I was just trying to lighten your mood,” she says, and for some reason her response rubs me the wrong way. I stand, upset now that she’s played with me, and not in the way I want her to. Her body moves back to give me space, but my hand shoots out and grabs her arm, pulling her to me. “It’s not nice to tease a man like that,” I say harshly. “We’re not like the boys you’re used to. It angers us, and many will go ahead and take what you’re offering.” I lean forward and run my nose up her neck, resisting the urge to taste her. My lips are so close to her ear as I whisper, “Don’t tempt me My tongue pushes into her mouth, tasting her. She’s fucking divine and I lose it, turning her and pushing her against the edge of my desk. My hips rock against her, showing her just what she’s doing to me when my hard cock digs into her stomach. I want her. I have to have her. A strong knock on my door make me freeze. “Dean, you got a minute?” Cooper calls. My blood runs cold. “Fuck.” In a frantic I-have-to-hide-her move, I grab Alyssa’s arm and push her down to the space under my desk. The click and thump of the door opening makes her eyes wide as she looks up at me, but she remains silent as I move the chair forward. anymore, Alyssa, or you may regret it.” To make sure she gets the point, I caress up and down her arms, my lips ghosting across the delicate curve of her neck. A gasp escapes her plump lips while her hand clenches hold of my lapel. “Dean.” Fuck, the way she says my name is torture. She feels so good in my arms that I don’t think I can stop myself, and I find my lips trailing along her jaw toward her luscious mouth. I press my lips to hers, doing what I’ve wanted to for over a month, since she first sauntered in here.
“Come on in.” I smooth my hair with one hand while the other pulls open the file cabinet next to me in an attempt to look like I am doing something constructive. The open drawer also hides Alyssa’s form better.

KI Lynn K.I. Lynn spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about. Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.

 
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Blog Tour: Even the Score by Kate Meader @KittyMeader

EvenTheScoreTour Even the Score by Kate Meader and Texan, Dark, Tall Publication Date: July 21, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Romance

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Synopsis: He’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse…
Actress Tess McKenzie is performing in the Tenth Circle of Showbiz Hell—dinner theater. All she really wants is to start a theater of her own. Then Tess receives an offer she can’t refuse. She’ll get her funding…if she pretends to be the fiancΓ©e to her nemesis, Texan property tycoon Hunter Dade. If she’s going to pull this off, she’ll need all the luck she can get.Break a leg, indeed. On the verge of a big business deal, Hunter needs to hire a fiancΓ©e. He hasn’t quite forgiven Tess for ruining his wedding, but when their chemistry goes from combative to straight-up lust, the “no sex” clause in their mutually beneficial arrangement is tested. Which is a serious problem, because if Tess isn’t careful, she’ll go from breaking a leg to breaking her heart…
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Tess’s opaque gaze cleared and was replaced by something more challenging.
“And the proposal was perfect.”
The proposal? Shit, the proposal. With Jenna, he had taken her to the Signature Room on the ninety-fifth floor of the Hancock, a traditional place for romantic dates and the unveiling of engagement rings. Soft music, so-so food, a stunning view of the city: all calculated accessories to the perfect popping of the question. Sliding his ring on Tess’s finger ten seconds before they arrived at the ranch had been the opposite of romantic.
Funnily, it had felt a hundred times more real.
The ladies leaned forward in expectation. “Tell us about the proposal!” Denise chirped. “I love a good proposal story.”
“Yes, do tell, honey,” Tess murmured, the little minx.
A few seconds ticked over while Hunter scrambled for a likely tale. It would have to be something unique, something worthy of this special woman. His neurons untangled for a brief, illuminating moment.
“Tess is on her feet a lot with this latest show of hers, so she’s rather partial to foot rubs.”
“While eating ice cream,” Tess added, quick as a whip. “Ladies, you haven’t lived until you have your man rubbing your feet while you eat ice cream.”
“Sounds like heaven,” Tawny said, a hint of green in both her skin tone and voice.
“So we were on the sofa at home, just our usual. Foot rubs, ice cream, chatting about our day,” Hunter went on, warming to the tale while his palm heated on the silky soft skin of Tess’s ass. A flash fantasy of their “usual” becoming a reality tried to take hold, but he shoved it deep into his brain’s attic. “And I slipped the ring on her pinky toe.”
He looked into Tess’s eyes, seeking approval. The catch in her throat and the bloom on her cheeks were his answer. Relief flooded his veins at pleasing her. Raising her left hand, she rocked the perfect Home Shopping Network move with her fingertips on his chest, displaying the sapphire engagement ring to perfection.
Atta girl.
“I asked her if she’d be okay with me giving her foot rubs for the rest of her days and—”
“I took another bite of Phish Food first.” Tess sounded a tad breathless. “For strength, and well, no life-changing decision should be made without the benefit of ice cream. Amirite, ladies?”
The ladies nodded in awe, even the usually skeptical Buffy who hung on every single word. Christ, they were knocking this out of the park.
“Hunter had already eaten all the chocolate fish, so I had to have a serious think about whether I was prepared to spend my life with someone who steals the best part. But…” She paused, her eyes filled with warmth and love. Hell and damn, she was something else. “I decided he’d already stolen my heart and soul. And I deserved those foot rubs.”

About Kate Meader

Kate Meader
Originally from Ireland, Kate cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Mills & Boon thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.
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BLOG TOUR from SCOTT HILDRETH for his NEW book in the SELECTED SINNERS MC series!!!

Welcome to the BLOG TOUR from SCOTT HILDRETH for his NEW book in the SELECTED SINNERS MC series!!!

Title: HUNG
Author: Scott Hildreth
Release Date: July 13, 2015
Series: Selected Sinners MC
Cover Artist: Jessica Hildreth

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If a girl wants a bad boy, they don’t come any tougher than Dalton “Biscuit” Biskette. Biscuit rides with the Selected Sinners MC, and takes no shit from any man - especially cops. He’s tall, covered in tattoos, muscular, has an awesome beard, a huge cock, and a tongue that can tickle my g-spot.

The only thing he likes to do more than ride and fuck is lick…

Considering my penchant for bad boys, he’s perfect in my eyes.

My police officer father disagrees…

And so does my former Marine ex-boyfriend who just got out of jail.

Biscuit
The license plate on my bike says it all – RFOF – Ride, Fuck, Or Fight.

I’ve never met a girl who made me stop and pay attention until I met Kat. There’s only one problem, her father’s a cop.

And I hate cops.

If he thinks he can stop me from fucking his daughter, he’s as wrong as the day is long.

HUNG is a stand-alone MC Romance with an HEA and is book IV in the Selected Sinners series. There is no cheating, nor is there sharing of partners, but the sex is detailed, graphically depicted, and frequent. No other book is required to tell this tale. PLEASE be over 18 to enjoy this book.






Review 

This my absolute favorite book of the year! I FLOVE Biscuit!!!!...The steamy scenes were off the charts. - Crazy Daisy Book Whore

This book has some epic sexual encounters between the two leads. They seem to be insatiable to each other. Crank up the air conditioner and get rid of distractions. Have cold water near-by . Biscuit brings it. Every. Time. - Obsessive Reading Disorder

I absolutely LOVED this book. As a huge fan of Scott's books, each one just gets better and better. I love how he weaves in important issues, while making the book so very hot. - 
Hot Books Hotter Book Boyfriends

SMOLDERING HEAT is what happens before the EXPLOSIONS!...and we're not talking fireworks either (unless the ones behind her eyelids count...hehehe). Mr. Hildreth has done it again and I can say one of the best yet - Moments in West Florida Book Blog

This is one of the sexiest books I've ever read - Wendy's Book Obsession

ON THE SEX? He went FULL THROTTLE. He pushed his on boundaries on how much and what type of sex scenes. AND. I. LOVE. IT. But, he doesn't skimp on compassion, and love. Biscuit, shows a lot of selflessness in this book. He gives of himself in his relationships to others - Rebel Reviewer 


From the Author 

Thank you for making HUNG a #1 best seller in less than 24 hours, and a #1 HOT NEW RELEASE in less than 24 hours.

This not the typical MC Romance book. It is extremely steamy, has no sharing of partners, and no sex outside the relationship (once relationship develops). It does, however, have very detailed sex scenes which are graphically depicted.

Prepare for an inferno. 




~*~ Obsessed by books copy given in exchange for an honest review ~*~

"I had fallen face first and landed in a puddle of love."

And that pretty much sums up my overall review for Hung. New to this author, I read this as a stand alone and by the second page as Biscuit starts to explain himself I knew I was a goner. My cheeks ached as I read the whole thing with a wide smile in my face. Biscuit is incorrigible. His ulimate belief in himself and his reason for existing bowled me over sideways. His utter conviction of his talents had me laughing like a crazy person. He is one of the most loveable rogues I have ever come across. Confidence oozes from him and why the devil not...he has been blessed!

We meet Biscuit as he is waiting for his court hearing, having been caught speeding and the resulting dramas from his arrest. He retells the story from his perspective and I realised he sees the world in a black and white manner. He may be part of an outlaw MC and can handle himself very well but he has a strict moral code and feels obligated to point out when someone else is not following that code. Needing to let off some steam he ends up in a bar and well...we learn why he is so confident in his charms. Biscuit is a sex machine, it is his favourite hobby and no woman ever leaves disappointed. Having a f@ck them and chuck them approach he has never felt more than sexual desire for a woman. That is until he meets Kat.

Kat is a Cop's daughter, with a track history of being attract to the type of man her father hates. Working the bar she sees an opportunity for some fun and she is all about a bad boy. Spending a great night together Biscuit decides to be honest, laying it all out there. He only f@cks, no commitment and no feelings involved as long as Kat agrees he will continue to provide mind blowing orgasms with his amazingly long and wicked tongue and of course his huge c@ck! How could Amy woman resist? The sex scenes are ..I'm lost for words. They are raw and passionate, filled with desire and a connection between two people that are lost and are trying to be found.

As they spend more time together their sexual satisfaction and compatibility deepens into something more. But can Biscuit relax his guard and let Kat in or will the ghosts from his past ruin his future? Will Kat's Cop dad stop interfering and accept who she has chosen to bump uglies with? And will Kat's ex be the dark cloud on their happily ever after? This story is gritty, violent and at times deals with grim issues such as domestic violence. It is tempered throughout with humour and characters that are well rounded and very human. They fear, they react and the deal. It is filled with oh my days I did not just read that moments and oh yes you will need a cold shower after reading certain scenes...got to love a man with a beard ;)

Awesome introduction to the series and author. I will be one clicking the rest.

A 4.5 star risk it for a Biscuit read!
 




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* * ARC given on behalf of obsessed by books for an honest review * *
This is one of the sexiest books I've ever read, Biscuit is sexy, sweet, hard and dirty with a dirty mouth and 5inch tongue. Kat is a hard BITCH , who can take of herself but feels protected with Biscuit. when what you thought was what you wanted hits you hard in the face do you take a chance.I had high expectations and was very pleased.




πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–Copy received via Obsessed by Books πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

OMFG what to say about this book, now people that know me know I love Biker and MC books and this one has blown me totally away.

Biscuit is straight talking and very crude with it, some may say that he thinks too much of himself. I feel that it makes it the person he is, he can be funny at times and he goes straight for what he wants, regardless of the outcome.
He never leaves a woman unsatisfied, but he never goes back a second time, that is until he meets Kat.

Kat is a woman who knows exactly what she wants and meeting Biscuit is the ultimate thing that will rile her father up as he is a cop. 

I really don't think that these two expected the outcome of their tryst.

I have read Scott's first books in the beginning and his writing just gets better and better. He has a way of pulling you in from the first page. Keeping you enticed, making you laugh as well. I think I will be following him more closely now and see what book comes next.





MEETING DALTON (Biscuit) & KAT





A HUNG discussion group was asked, “If you could ask Biscuit (Dalton) or Kat or both ONE QUESTION, what would it be?”

Then, Jen C, an admin from the group, came in with questions in hand to face the characters for the interview.

Thank you, Scott Hildreth, for letting her interview Dalton and Kat. They were fun, well except maybe Dalton, he was a bit intimidating. Thanks, Kat, for keeping him in check!

Jen C:  “Do you think you will ever get back in touch with your mom and sister again?”

Dalton: “Right now, my life’s in perfect order. I can’t see myself looking to a family that disowned me and my needs as a kid for somethin’ I didn’t need from them for the last seventeen years, no. My focus right now is my own family, Kat and our soon-to-be born baby.”

Dalton nods his head once toward Kat and grins.

Jen C:  “If you could change one thing about the other person what would it be and why????”

Kat raises her hand.

Jen C: “Go ahead, Kat.”

Kat: “Uhhm, no. I fell in love with Dalton because Dalton’s Dalton. For me to change even one simple thing about him would change who he is. Does that make sense?”

Jen C: “Yes.”

Kat: “Okay, well, that’s my answer. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Jen turns toward Dalton.

Jen C: “And you?”

Dalton: “Same.”
Jen C: “We’d like to have an answer from you, Dalton.”

Dalton stands halfway from chair and narrows his gaze.

Dalton: “I thought I just fuckin’ gave it. If you want to ask questions and argue with me when I answer the motherfucker’s, maybe you and I …”

Kat raises hand and clears throat.

Dalton shifts eyes toward Kat, pauses and reluctantly sits.

Jen C: “Kat, did you let your brother know that he is going to be an uncle?”

Kat: “My brother was my best friend growing up. I’ve called him and told him, but I haven’t spoken to him in person. He’s almost as excited as we are about the baby. We haven’t told him the sex yet, but when he gets here we will. We’re both kind of excited too, because he bought a Softail Harley, and he wants to go riding. My dad’s not real happy about it, but he’s sure a lot more understanding than he used to be.”

Dalton chuckles out loud.

Jen C:  “As a father, what is one thing you plan to teach your child?”

Dalton: “I want to teach our child to be open-minded, understanding, and how to accept love. I ain’t never been one to accept love from anyone. I think it’s ‘cause I never felt I got it as a kid. So, it just makes sense that if Kat and I can give this baby all the love in the world, it’ll grow up accepting and giving love in return. The world’s got enough fuckheads in it. I ain’t lookin’ to raise another.”

Kat nods her head toward Dalton.

Kat: “What he said.”

Jen clears throat.

Jen C: “You’ve got nothing to add on your own?”

Dalton glares at Jen, stands from chair and crosses arms in front of chest.

Kat: “Dalton…”

Dalton slowly sits down.

Kat: “Nope. That’s all.”

Kat: “Well, I guess kind of what Dalton said. I just don’t want her to be closed-minded. I want her to grow up giving all people a chance to come into her life. I don’t want her to hate or be prejudiced toward people because of who she believes they are. Once she learns who they really are, she can make a decision based on fact, and not a preconceived belief.”

Dalton: “Thought we wasn’t gonna tell the sex, Kat?”

Kat: “Oh shit. Can you like, uhhm, scratch the part about the sex?”

Jen C: “Nods head.”

Dalton: “I ain’t bullshittin’ on this. Don’t print that shit, understand?”

Jen nods head.

Jen C: “Kat, why when you found out you were pregnant did you go back to the abuser, Kyle? Isn't it a mother’s job to protect her child? Did you not want the best for your baby? Did you not think that Dalton would make a good father? Families are made up in many ways.”

Kat: “Legally, Kyle was the baby’s father. In my mind, the proper thing to do was to give him a chance to be the father of the child. Turn the tables. If you were a shitty person in the eyes of your friends, would it be fair for someone to take your chance to be a mother just because you were violent, or crappy acting? And for them to make that decision before the baby was born, and take that opportunity would be wrong. I gave Kyle a chance to be his child’s father. He fucked up. I did my part to include him, and now it really doesn’t matter, but I feel good about my decision.”

Jen C:  “Biscuit, When Kat told you she was going back to the abuser, Kyle, why didn't you fight for her? Why didn't you try and protect her by not letting her go back? Did you not think that you could provide a good life for her and her baby? Did you not think you were more worthy then Kyle?”

Dalton: “Good question. Life’s about knowing how to provide respect. In the club, people make decisions all the time I may not agree with, but accepting them as my brothers means I respect them. And, if I respect them, I must respect their decisions. I don’t have to always agree with them, but I always need to respect them. No one person is always right. When Kat made that decision, I asked her if in her mind it was final. She said yes, and she told me it was the right thing to do. In her mind, it was proper for her to give him a chance. For me to argue with her, or fight, would have been to say I don’t think she’s got the ability to make a decision on her own. I sure as fuck didn’t agree with her, but I needed to respect her, and respect her decision.”

Jen C: “Being married and having a family has to be so opposite of being a 1%r. How are you going to manage the MC, your relationship with Kat and being a father??”

Dalton: “Bein’ a 1%er doesn’t make me any different than another father. Bein’ a 1%er isn’t a job, it’s a lifestyle, a way of bein’, a way of livin’. I’m gonna always be an outlaw, but that don’t mean I’m a criminal. Right’s always right, and wrong’s always wrong. Baby or no baby, if some cocksucker does wrong, and I’m within arm’s reach or earshot, he’s gonna get hands put on him. That’s just life working out the kinks and wrinkles. Baby or no baby, I got a responsibility to my brothers and my family. Bein’ a 1%er allows me to fulfill that responsibility.”

Jen C:  “Besides the obvious Kat, how does Biscuit complete you??”

Kat: “I can’t really put it into words. It’s a feeling, or maybe an understanding. Since he’s been in my life, I haven’t worried about anything. It isn’t just a physical presence, but I know nothing will ever happen to me. That feeling of safety, combined with the love that’s pretty apparent makes me feel so whole. It’s just really hard to explain. I guess it’s what love does.”

Kat shrugs shoulders.

Jen C:  “For Biscuit and Kat, in five years from now where do you see yourself...as a family, a mother, a father, and the MC?”

Dalton: “In five years? Hopefully the room won’t be repainted by then. I’m thinkin’ I’m pretty good with the color I picked, and for once, I don’t want to change it. I’m gonna try and slow down on the drinkin a little, and not ride drunk. We talked about that, and I’m gonna give it an honest shake. As far as the club goes, it’ll be the same thing. Well, that and maybe I’ll be the Vee Pee.”

Kat: “In five years, all I want to see is two babies in the house. I don’t want anything else to change.”

Kat glances at Dalton

Dalton stands, walks to Kat, and bends down. After a moment of holding his mouth an inch from her lips and whispering something inaudibly, he kisses her on the lips lightly. As their lips part, he stares down at her, and kisses her full on the lips. As he stands, he turns toward Jen.

Dalton: “Add that to my list. Another baby.”

Jen C: “Dalton, why don’t you like oatmeal cookies?”

Dalton: “If that cocksucker’d taken an oatmeal cookie, I’d have shook his hand. Oatmeal is for breakfast. You don’t put that shit in a cookie.”

Jen C: Uhmmm. What's the fascination with the Red Bull? It's so bad for you. That's a whole lotta Red Bull!

Dalton: “It ain’t a fuckin’ fascination, it’s a necessity. Maybe you ought to drink more of it, and you wouldn’t be so fuckin’ uptight.”

Jen C:  I'd like to know what other hidden talents you have... hehe. Get your mind out of the gutter, not sexually, but like your diving skills...

Dalton: “Took me some divin’ lessons. Toad had a judo class at the YMCA for about two years, and I took it. In two years I got my brown belt. I’ve done some rock climbing, and I can do the splits pretty good. Did yoga for a while, and I got that down dog deal goin’ for me, but yoga got kinda weird when all the guys in the tights started showin’ up. I guess my one skill that I don’t advertise what maybe I ought to is this…”

Dalton sticks out his tongue, and with tongue extended fully from his mouth, flicks the end of it up and down in a rapid motion. As he retracts his tongue into his mouth, he grins.

Dalton: “Use your imagination.”

Jen C: “Kat, What is your brother’s name? Will we get to meet him?”

Kat: “My brother’s name is Kole. My parents spelled it with a K. He’s coming back to Kansas and we’re hoping he’s going to stay. He lost his job at the plant, so Dalton and I are hoping he’ll stay here. We’ll see.”

Jen C: “Dalton, Two final questions: Would you reverse your vasectomy without any thought, so you could have more children and last, would you ever walk away from the MC for Kat or your family?”

Dalton: “The MC is my family. For me to walk away from them would be no differently than my family basically walkin’ out on me as a kid. And the other question? Already answered that one in Kat’s ear.”

Kat turns to Jen and grins.


Kat: “And you can put that one in print.”













Born in San Diego California, Scott now calls Wichita, Kansas home. Residing in Kansas with his wife, Jessica, and five children (and another on the way in November 2015), he somehow finds twelve hours a day to work on his writing.

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