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ACCENT HUSSY by V. Kelly


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Title: Accent Hussy
Author: V. Kelly
Release Date: April 17, 2016
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I LOVE accents!
I HATE Caleb Conaway.
It’s true, I despise him! Caleb Conaway is an unaccented pain in my ass. No matter how many times I tell the sexy boxer I’m not interested in him, he just doesn’t listen to me. People call me an Accent Hussy. That’s because I’m only attracted to men with sexy accents, dripping in butter, oozing with sex and hit me straight in the vagina. Yup, that’s EXACTLY what I'm looking for. Caleb’s voice does nothing for me; it assaults my ear drums and makes me want to gouge out my eyeballs. I finally thought I got away from him, until a foolish date with a sexy Irishman ends with me arrested . . .
All I wanted was to complete my community service and go home. What I didn’t expect was to fall in love with the kids at the Youth Center, or run into the one man that I love to hate . . . Caleb Conaway.
They say that every person has an Achilles’ Heel, I just wasn’t expecting mine to be Caleb Conaway.
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“Do you need a ride?”
Speak of the devil. Caleb is standing behind me, his hands shoved in his pockets. I’m not sure if I should be happy to see him, or annoyed. It’s hard to fight the attraction I have for him when he keeps popping up like this.
“Nope, I’m going to call a cab.”
“I have a car parked around the corner. I can give you a lift.”
“Is this some ploy to get me to go home with you? Because if so, I’m not that drunk.” I hear my words slur a little bit and I giggle. Holy crap, maybe I am that drunk.
“Would it be a bad thing to go home with me? I can tell you’re attracted to me; your eyes have been following me around all night long.”
He winks at me . . . again. Ugh, why am I finding his winking sexy? Winking is not sexy. His winking . . . fucking amazing.
“I’m certain it would be something I’d definitely regret in the morning,” I tell him, not really believing myself. I’m sure he’d make every second worth it. The fact of the matter is, he doesn’t have an accent, and that’s a deal breaker—a major one.
“I’m pretty sure it would be the best night of your life. I could give you references if you need them.”
Mock laughter spills from my lips. “Yes, because contacting every vagina that’s made contact with your dick sounds like the perfect way to assess your ability to make my night. Are you that dense? Seriously, do you choke on your cockiness, or do you simply like the taste of your own ego?”
He looks a little shocked at my comeback, but it only lasts for a few seconds. His self-assured smile is back and I don’t find it any less attractive than I did before. If anything, his confidence is a super big turn on for me. “The only person who will be choking on anything tonight is you, my dear, when I shove my cock straight into your pretty little mouth.”
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  1. Kelly grew up in Reno, Nevada.
She now lives in Oklahoma where her family takes up most of her time. Not to mention a full time job, she writes in her spare time to break of the insanity of it all.
  1. has always had the writing bug, but it wasn't until July 2, 2015, that her dream of becoming a published author finally came true. Writer of Contemporary romance, Erotic romantic comedies and everything in between, V's main focus is making people laugh.
If you love to laugh, smile, and have a good time while reading a book.
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BLOG TOUR : Soul Scavengers SUPERSTITIOUS FEELINGS by L.J. Winters

 Title: Superstitious Feelings
Series: Soul Scavengers #3
By: LJ Winters
Publication Date: April 8, 2016
Genre: Ghost Hunters/Romance
Sullivan Wilde finds himself alone and wondering just what happened.  Olivia Emerson finds herself on the other side of the country without the Ghost Man, facing down her greatest personal demon in the flesh.  When Sullivan gets a video clip of the Soul Scavengers team's latest investigation, he's stunned. Tracking Olivia down, he rushes to make it to her side before the Devil Himself can swoop in and destroy everything Sullivan holds precious.  What was supposed to be a thrilling paranormal investigation at an archaeological dig site inside the spooky Superstition Mountains, turns into the team's worst nightmare. This time, it isn't the dead that threaten Sullivan and Olivia. Lost gold, a doomsday cult, and an old enemy all plot against them as they fight to stay alive.
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 “Twin flame?” he asked, and placing the pictures on the nightstand he turned to face her.
“It’s another way of saying, your soul mate. You’re my soul mate Sullivan, and I’m yours.” She nestled closer to him on the bed, her hand resting on his knee. “It’s said that Twin Flames meet lifetime after lifetime, sometimes as lovers, sometimes in other family incarnations. I truly believe we’ve been married to each other’s souls for a millennium or more.”
“How?  Like husband and wife?”
“Not exactly. I could have been your father, you could have been my brother or sister. You could have been my wife and me your husband sometimes. The common belief is that it varies. However, a few times in our earthly incarnations when we were lucky, we got to be lovers. Like we are today.”
“Fascinating.” His slow, sexy drawl created an uncontrolled tailspin inside her belly, and Olivia found her carnal-self needing him in the worst possible way.
“Yes. It really is. You and I are old souls, Sullivan. Children of the stars,” she told him, ghosting her hand down his arm. “You just had to wait a few years for me to catch up to you in this life. I’m just sorry for taking so long.”
Lisagh J. Winters is an emotional writer who loves pitting determined women up against hard, difficult to love men. Her stories read much like watching your favorite TV drama, where POV can sometimes head hop here and there, but you're always sure where you stand. Intriguing, strong-willed characters, their push-me-pull-you relationships and an uphill battle of wills are what drives Lisagh's emotionally rich tales. Angst is her middle name. When not glued to her laptop, she enjoys life with her husband, three dogs and seven cats. She also loves interacting with her readers on Goodreads and Twitter!

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She's a lawyer, he's an ex-con
Derek Malone makes a bold proposition; unlimited sex with Emily Larson for six weeks in exchange for relinquishing his right to sue Emily’s father, the corrupt prosecutor who railroaded him into prison. But he never figured he’d lose his heart to the dynamic public defender with the courage to accept his wicked offer.
  
Emily Larson can hardly believe she agreed to Derek’s audacious scheme. But she knows it’s just sex and that suits her fine. There’s no room for the emotional chaos of jealousy or heartache. Derek is just a drop-dead sexy guy who knows how to cook—in the kitchen and in the bedroom. But he’s a little bit dangerous and makes no secret of his desire for revenge against her father. Emily cannot allow herself to trust him, even as she finds herself falling deeper under the spell of his devilish charm.



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The door banged open and Emily bristled, expecting another barrage of questions.
But it wasn’t a reporter. A man strode through the doors, his sky-blue eyes pinned on her. And not just any man. Derek Malone. Emily’s heart skipped a beat.
“Hello, Emily.”
She turned away from the sink and faced him, but said nothing.
He advanced with purpose, and before Emily could stop herself, she stepped backward.
Mistake number one. Don’t show fear. Her back met the cold tile wall.
She’d known he was handsome from photos and video of his original trial, but now, standing less than a foot away, she recognized how truly gorgeous he was.
There were rumors that during his incarceration he’d received marriage proposals from women he didn’t even know, and lonely, horny strangers showed up to offer “unofficial” conjugal visits.
“Do you know who I am?”
How could she not? “Mr. Malone. What are you doing here?”
Emily knew his case as well as she knew the stunning planes of his face. Derek’s was one of three overturned convictions resulting from the investigation into her father’s actions, and though she’d never say so out loud, she couldn’t help but feel the four years he spent in prison were her fault for not discovering what her father was up to much sooner.
Of course, screwing that underage slut was all on him.
“You probably think I’m here to thank you.” Mockery rang in his voice.
He stalked directly across the restroom floor and planted his hand on the wall beside her head. She swallowed so hard her head bobbed up and down. Mistake number two.
“In the women’s restroom?”
He pressed close. Another inch, and he’d pin her to the wall with his muscular body. He was clean-shaven and smelled lightly of minty cologne. Black, wavy hair brushed the collar of his shirt. The shirtsleeves were rolled to the elbows, revealing the tight cords in muscular forearms. Even under the pale-blue cotton that made his eyes stand out more brilliantly than the sky, his broad shoulders and the bulge of well-formed biceps were obvious. He’d spent the last four years lifting weights and avoiding trouble in prison.
Those amazing eyes flicked down to her lips. “Nice comment to the press. Too bad you didn’t mean it.”
So he’d been following her. The fear swirling in her gut increased two levels.
“I meant it. No one is above the law.”
He snorted. “Right.”
“My father is in prison.”
“Your father is at a country club for the rich and privileged.”
She didn’t argue that. It was essentially true. But her father was a fifty-eight-year-old white-collar criminal with influential friends in the court system and ties to the community. He wasn’t a threat to the general public, or a flight risk.
Derek Malone had done hard time in one of California’s most brutal maximum security prisons.
“Why are you here, Mr. Malone?” Emily hoped he couldn’t hear the quaver she felt in her voice.
The thin mask of pleasantness in Derek’s face vanished. He eased closer yet, and his leg slipped between hers. “I spent four years in prison for a rape I didn’t commit. I think I deserve what I paid for.”
Black spots popped into her vision. She could hardly draw a breath. “So you’ve come here to rape me, is that it?” Emily’s pulse thundered in her ears. Had those words really come out of her own mouth?
He frowned. “Of course not.”
The door swished open. A woman peeked in, a cameraman looming behind her. It was Rita Ward, the snarky reporter from Channel 4.
Derek shot a glare over his shoulder. “Get out.”
The woman backed out and the door eased closed.
Rita had seen her, too, but it didn’t relieve Emily’s fear. Derek’s anger seeped out of every pore like a living, breathing monster.
“I’m owed retribution. I’m going to get it, one way or another.”
Enough was enough. She hadn’t fought her way up the corporate ladder through a jungle of chauvinistic bravado only to turn into a shrinking violet now.
She squared her shoulders. “What do you want from me?”
“A private moment, alone.”
“We’re having that now.” Her voice still trembled, like it used to during her first year in court. The man had turned her into a jumpy novice all over again.
“A longer moment.” Malone cocked a slow, lazy grin. “Six weeks, to be exact. A day for every month I spent in prison.”
A moment of confusion passed. He was crazy. Then his eyes slid down her body slowly, appraisingly, and understanding clicked.
Sex? Dear lord in Heaven! Six weeks of sex?
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“I could sue your father. A lawyer has already contacted me about a class-action lawsuit.”
“My father is going to be sued anyway. What do I care if you take part or not?”
He leaned closer. “Come on, Counsel. I don’t have to tell you a class-action suit is a lot worse than a joint suit, at least to all the snobs in your neighborhood.”
She swallowed. He was right about that, especially in her mother’s eyes. “Even if I…What’s to stop you from doing that anyway?”
His smile grew, dangerously alluring, and Emily understood why strangers had gone to Holt-Lincoln Penitentiary to offer him sex. His teeth were even and white, his lips perfectly shaped. He had a strong, chiseled jaw and a straight, patrician nose. But his eyes were the most amazing part of him. She’d never seen blue like this. It was the flecks of gray that made them almost silver, and the circle as dark as a midnight sky around the iris. They were mesmerizing eyes, and their magic had her spellbound.
He shifted his body, pressing his hips against hers. The length of his erection pushed against her abdomen, a rock-hard ridge beneath black jeans, leaving no doubt to his intentions.
Rushes of something unidentifiable rolled through Emily that couldn’t entirely be called fear.
She didn’t want it to be desire, but heaven help her, it sure felt like it. Her pulse raced. This was unreal!
“How do you come up with six weeks?”
“I’m rounding up in my favor.”
“I see.”
Those tiny lines crinkled around his eyes as he laughed. “You want it.”
“Like hell.”
“Your body doesn’t lie.” His thumb flicked over one stiff nipple, separated from her skin only by a sheer silk blouse and barely-there bra.
Powerful waves of hot need crashed to the center of her. She didn’t need to look down to see her nipples were like pebbles. They were so tight she wasn’t sure which ached more: the one he teased or the one he neglected.
He squeezed the full mound of her breast and her legs turned to jelly. He snatched her purse with his other hand.
“Hey!”
“You’re going to give me what I want, or I’m going to sue your father for everything he’s got.”
Her breath rushed out in a whoosh. “That’s your right.”
Derek shoved backward and dug through her purse. “You wouldn’t want your mother to lose that fancy house in Beverly Hills, would you?” He held up her keys.
She grabbed them out of his hand. “Forget it.”
His grin turned wicked. “You’re so starched. When was the last time you got some?”
“None of your business!”
He snatched the keys back. “I’m coming over tonight, and we’re going to discuss it.”
“You don’t know where I live.”
He singled out a silver Kwikset from the ring and held it up. “Forty-eight Blossom Valley Drive. Cute little bungalow with Bougainvillea over the front door.”
Her jaw fell open. Fear replaced any confusing hints of desire.
He chuckled at her shocked expression. “You’re listed in the phone book. You should be more careful, Counsel. Some people don’t like public defenders.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you fuck me.”
He laughed. “Let me fuck you? Sweetheart, you’re going to do most of the work.”
His arrogance was almost laughable. But his suggestion was almost…exciting.
“You’re going to rock my world, and maybe I’ll go away happy.”
“You just want to hurt my father. Why the hell should I help you?”
“Maybe it’s enough to me that he knows I’m making his sweet little girl’s legs ten inches longer.”
The image that statement conjured sent her reeling out of control. She forced a laugh. “You have a high opinion of yourself.”
“What can I say? I’m good. Women want me.”
“Not this one.” She swallowed again. Mistake number three.
“Six weeks of crazy, gorilla sex. When was the last time anyone made you an offer like that?”
Never. Not like it was something she’d ever want them to.
Would she?
“I have a boyfriend.”
“No you don’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Lucky guess.”
He gave her that wicked grin again. It was working on her. Combined with his racy suggestions, her insides were melting like chocolate on a warm day. A very warm day.
Just the idea of what he proposed made her sweat. The thought of actually going through with it made slippery heat bloom between her legs.
He jingled the keys, holding the Kwikset to her front door.
A moment passed where she didn’t breathe, and her heart didn’t beat. “You can knock, like everyone else.”
What the hell did she just say?
“As if you’ll open the door.” He chuckled as he worked the Kwikset off the mini carabineer she used as a ring.
The door banged open. “Everything all right in here? Ms. Larson?” Travis pushed his hulking frame through, nightstick in hand. God bless that nosy reporter.
“Just having a chat with Ms. Larson,” Derek tossed over his shoulder.
“Chat somewhere else,” Travis commanded in a deep voice. “You can’t be in here.”
Derek eased away and tossed the ring of remaining keys back to her. They hit the wall beside her and crashed to the floor with a tinkling like breaking glass. Still grinning, he gave a little wave. “See you tonight, Counsel.”


Crystal Kauffman is a native Californian who also writes romantic suspense. She is a Golden Heart Award winner, an EPIC Award nominee, and the recipient of a Top Pick review from Romantic Times. Crystal loves all types of genre fiction, but believes every story is better if there's a guy who gets a girl in the end. To her, a story without a Happily Ever After is like a house without a roof.

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Sailor Running was all I ever did. I tried to get away from a man that hurt me and I ended up in the path of a temptation that I couldn’t resist. I wanted Raef more than my next breath, but he didn’t want me. I tried like hell to fight my attraction towards him, but I couldn’t. He was everything I wanted and everything I never knew I needed. Raef My old man was punishing me for God knows what. He sent me down to Sacramento to clean up their mess and instead I ended up finding her. She’s like a damn breath of fresh air in this otherwise suffocating life. My attraction to her can land me on the wrong side of a gun, but it’s a chance I’m willing to take. She’s a temptation that I can’t ignore and one that I don’t regret.
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Watching Sailor for a minute, I can’t help but think about her silky soft skin under those blankets and clothes. Every inch of my skin comes alive when she touches me. I know my brothers are going to have a fucking field day with that if I ever told them, which is exactly why I won’t ever tell them. “Raef,” she mumbles in her sleep. Watching her, I see that her eyes are still closed, and her lips are parted. She quietly moans, and I can feel my dick harden. She rolls onto her back, and she lets out another moan. “Raef,” she says again. She doesn’t ever open her eyes, and I have a feeling that she is having a dream. “Mmm,” she moans louder. Fuck, I need to get the fuck out of here, before I do something I’m going to regret. Walking out the door, I shut it behind me. I make my way to the clubhouse, and straight to the bar. Pulling up a stool, I look to my left, and see Striker nursing a beer. When he looks at me, I can see the anger in his face. He’s pissed that I’ve come between him and Sailor. I have a feeling that he’s about to run his mouth at me again. Little does he know that I am not going down without a fight. If he comes at me again, I won’t think twice about putting him on the ground again. This time, I definitely won’t go easy on him either. I’m fucking done listening to his bullshit excuses. I fucking wish that he wasn’t so damn fucking stupid. “What? You didn’t get enough of her? You have to come find a fucking whore to fuck too?” he sneers. The prospect hands me a whiskey neat, and I take sip of it, before I turn to face Striker. “I haven’t fucked her, but I know for a fact that you won’t be fucking her either. So why don’t you just stay the fuck away from her and mind your own damn business? I know for sure that you don’t have any claim over my dick, so mind your own fucking business.” He gets up off the barstool, and makes his way towards me. Before he can even try to swing at me again, someone grabs him, and pulls him away from me. “Fuck you Raef. You come in here, and try to fucking steal my girl? That fucking shit ain’t cool.” Shaking my head, I just smirk at him. “She was never yours to begin with. You have some sick fucking delusion that she yours, and trust me fucker, you were never on her radar. Move the fuck on, and leave her alone.”  
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Shatter the Silence is the romantic and long-awaited sequel by New York Times Best-Selling Author Daleen Berry. The sequel to Sister of Silence, Ms. Berry's 2011 breakout memoir about surviving abuse, Shatter the Silence is set in 1990s Appalachia.
This romantic memoir weaves accounts of the true crimes Ms. Berry covered while working as a news reporter with details of her divorce, her ex-husband's ongoing harassment following their divorce, and finally, her love affair with the police detective who became first, a colleague, then a friend, and ultimately, the man who helped save her life.
Readers will weep as they learn about the collateral damage Ms. Berry and her four children sustained, following ten years trapped in a violent marriage. They will cheer when they see her refusal to live the rest of her life as a victim, and when Ms. Berry realizes she has, as a single mother of four at the age of 27, fallen in love for the very first time, they will be overjoyed. Finally, Ms. Berry’s loyal fans will be moved by the tender, intimate moments she shares, as they join this award-winning author on her journey to love and healing.

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Daleen Berry is an award-winning investigative journalist and a New York Times best-selling author with five books. Her New York Times status came about due to her work on Pretty Little Killers and The Savage Murder of Skylar Neese (2014). Berry’s memoir, Sister of Silence, details her life growing up in Appalachia. It has received both critical and popular acclaim.
Berry’s professional writing career began at the Preston County Journal, where she received a first-place award for investigative journalism from the West Virginia Press Association. She has also written for the Associated Press, the Daily Beast and Huffington Post.
Berry has delivered a TEDx talk and spoken to students at Johns Hopkins University, UC Berkeley, and Penn State University. She has appeared on ABC, NBC, and CBS, among other networks. Sister of Silence and Guilt by Matrimony were recently selected for placement on WVU's Appalachian Literature list.

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Shatter the Silence is the romantic and long-awaited sequel by New York Times Best-Selling Author Daleen Berry. The sequel to Sister of Silence, Ms. Berry's 2011 breakout memoir about surviving abuse, Shatter the Silence is set in 1990s Appalachia. This romantic memoir weaves accounts of the true crimes Ms. Berry covered while working as a news reporter with details of her divorce, her ex-husband's ongoing harassment following their divorce, and finally, her love affair with the police detective who became first, a colleague, then a friend, and ultimately, the man who helped save her life. Readers will weep as they learn about the collateral damage Ms. Berry and her four children sustained, following ten years trapped in a violent marriage. They will cheer when they see her refusal to live the rest of her life as a victim, and when Ms. Berry realizes she has, as a single mother of four at the age of 27, fallen in love for the very first time, they will be overjoyed. Finally, Ms. Berry’s loyal fans will be moved by the tender, intimate moments she shares, as they join this award-winning author on her journey to love and healing.

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