Release Blitz: Beautiful Secret, by Christina Lauren!

 Introducing the Long-Awaited Beautiful Secret!

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Synopsis

AN UPTIGHT BRITISH EXECUTIVE. AN ADVENTUROUS AMERICAN NEWBIE. A SEXY INTERNATIONAL SCANDAL IN THE MAKING.

New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author Christina Lauren’s Beautiful and Wild Seasons series hook up in Beautiful Secret for an erotic intercontinental romp that celebrates the best of both worlds!

When Ruby Miller’s boss announces he’s sending her on an extended business trip to New York City, she’s shocked. As one of the best and brightest young engineers in London, she knows she’s professionally up to the task. The part that’s throwing her is where she’ll be spending a month up close and personal working alongside—and staying in a hotel with—Niall Stella, her firm’s top urban planning executive and The Hottest Man Alive. Despite her ongoing crush, Ruby is certain Niall barely knows she’s alive…until their flirty overnight flight makes him sit up and take notice.

Not one for letting loose and breaking rules, recently divorced Niall would describe himself as hopeless when it comes to women. But even he knows outgoing California-girl Ruby is a breath of fresh air. Once she makes it her mission to help the sexy Brit loosen his tie, there’s no turning back. Thousands of miles from London, it’s easy for the lovers to play pretend. But when the trip is over, will the relationship they’ve built up fall down?

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About the Authors

Christina Lauren

NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY AND #1 INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHORS
Christina Lauren is the combined pen name of long-time writing partners/besties/soulmates/brain-twins Christina Hobbs and Lauren Billings. The coauthor duo writes both Young Adult and Adult Fiction, and together has produced nine New York Times bestselling novels including Beautiful Bastard, Beautiful Stranger, Beautiful Player, Sweet Filthy Boy and Dirty Rowdy Thing. Their books have been translated into 23+ languages. (Some of these books have kissing. Some of these books have A LOT of kissing.)

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New Release! Thrive, by Rebecca Sherwin

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Title:  Thrive

Series: Twisted Series, Book 3

Author: Rebecca Sherwin

Genre:  Erotic Romance-Suspense

Release Date:  April 7, 2015

For readers 18+ due to sexual content and mature themes.

Synopsis

With everything at stake and nothing to lose, Skye Jones and ‘Cut-throat’ Curtis Mason are reunited in the fight of their lives – once and for all. It’s time to face the demons of the past and the present; to reclaim the powerful, passionate connection that brought them together; and overcome the forces that would tear them apart. It’s time to expose – and destroy – the web of lies, deceit and betrayal woven by those around them to hold them captive, to keep them silent, isolated and alone.

The time has come.
There is no time to fight for survival.
There is no time to beg for revival.
There is no other option. There is no choice.
What happens now?

It’s time to Thrive…

 

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Excerpts

“Spread your legs and hold on to the doorframe.”

I did as he asked, pressing my heels back against the doorframe and gripping it tightly with my hands.

“Don’t let go. Don’t touch me. Don’t move unless I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes.”

He turned and walked back to the room he was in earlier, leaving me in silence and near complete darkness. He returned a few minutes later, his shirt unbuttoned and fanning out as he strode towards me with purpose. His muscles rippled as he walked and the bruises on his torso appeared like dark, ominous shadows in the dim light. He held a black tie tight between his hands and stopped just in front of me with it raised between us.

“Head down,” he ordered, void of emotion.

He hadn’t just gone to choose a prop; he’d taken time out to put his armour on – the mask I’d seen him wear too many times.

“Why?” I asked, complying and dropping my head, my eyes catching sight of our bare feet. A purr settled at the back of my throat.

“I can’t look at your eyes,” he answered, blinding me with the tie and tying a knot behind my head. His fingers brushed my chin and he raised my head back against the door. “And I can’t bear the thought of you looking at me.”

“What are you going to do?”

I was afraid. The anticipation fizzed in my blood, but I was scared of what he would do. Curtis was right – we couldn’t trust each other. I closed my eyes behind the tie and listened for signs from Curtis other than those I’d normally see. His breathing was calm, steady and relaxed. His voice was passive and gave nothing away, but his breath felt warm against my neck when he leaned closer and whispered against my hypersensitive flesh.

“I’m going to give you what you want.”

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“It terrified me,” he confessed, diverting my response. “I came out of my office and you were gone. I have to keep you by my side.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I need you by my side.”

“Then why-?”

“Just watch.”

I turned back to face the horizon as the sun began to rise behind it; the soft light of a new day pushed its way into the darkness of the night before.

“I’m the darkness,” Curtis breathed, hesitating to think about his next words. “I’m the part of the day everyone is afraid of. The part everyone wants to end so they can move onto a better day.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re the light,” he continued, ignoring me, lost in his struggle of verbal expression. “You bring hope and promise. You’re the part everyone looks forward to because it’s exciting and full of energy.”

“Where are you going with this?”

Curtis curled one arm around my shoulder and his free hand pointed to the sky in front of us. I followed his direction, to where the light and dark met and battled for attention with shocks of bright orange and hues of fading purple.

“We’re that part, right there, you and me. We’re bound to collide. It’s inevitable, unavoidable. Visually it’s beautiful, but in reality, it’s a bloody battle. The darkness will always eclipse the light. Even now, when the sun is rising, the dark is trying to squash it.”

“Curtis, I know what you’re trying to say, but…”

“No, you don’t. If you stay around me, you’ll lose your light. I can’t let that happen.”

“So what you’re saying is, you found me just to send me away again.”

“No. I’m saying I made a mistake. I believed for years that if I found you, you would save me. I didn’t realise that I would drag you down with me.”

“You know,” I smiled and lied back on the blanket, watching the sky change and swirl. “You would have made your point a lot better if you’d have done this at sunset.”

He turned his head to look down at me, confused. I nodded for him to join me and when he did, I pointed upwards.

“What do you see?” I asked.

“The sky.”

“What colour is it?”

“Blue.”

“Exactly. The dark and light will always collide, you’re right. But they’ll always balance each other, and the tables will always turn. The sun doesn’t have it easy. It has to work for its place in the sky, but it wins, Curtis. And then come sunset, it’s the dark’s time to fight.”

“Skye-”

“We’re always going to clash. We’re going to consume each other. We always have.”

“I want to hurt you.” His confession was low and filled with regret. He dropped his head and looked away, deflating in shame.

“Good. Because I want to hurt you, too.”

“What?” His dark eyes shot to mine in shock.

“I’m in, Curtis. Let me save you. Let me save us both.”

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Meet Rebecca Sherwin

Rebecca-PhotoRebecca is a coffee drinking, music loving, working single mother and writing insomniac. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and when she’s not reading she’s squeezing her eyes shut and willing sleep to descend.

She writes about serious issues, giving emotional turmoil a twist and adding a little humour and sarcasm. Her stories are real and relatable, yet unexpected and unpredictable. Every writer was a reader first and Rebecca owes her passion for creating and telling emotional tales to the stories she has read and the people, places and experiences that have, and continue to, inspire her. Rebecca wants her readers to escape to a world where fairy tales and true love exist, wrapping her stories up with angst, passion and curveballs you won’t see coming. Her writing aims to bring problems and tragedies people face every day to light, make them relatable and leave her readers thinking long after they’ve read the last page.

In 2015, you will find Rebecca signing her books at events in London, York, and Birmingham; and in 2016 she plans to sign at Leeds, Cardiff, Liverpool, Essex and Dublin. If you are in the area, please stop by and say hello.

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A New Fallen Angel! Travis, by Tracie Podger

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Title:  Travis

Author:  Tracie Podger

Series: Fallen Angel, Book #6

Genre: contemporary adult romance, romantic suspense

For readers 18 and over due to sexual content and mature themes

 

Synopsis

Travis Curran spent his childhood surrounded by physical abuse, until he could take no more…

His father has a drinking problem – he liked to take that problem out on his family.
His brother has a drinking problem – he liked to take that problem out on Travis.

At the age of eleven, Travis was forced to run, forced to leave his sister, the only mother he ever knew and flee to Washington, DC, with a man he doesn’t know. It should have been simple; his sister was to follow a week later – But she never arrived.

Alone and homeless, Travis survived.
He survived with the help of a boy who became his best friend, his brother in all but blood.
He survived with the help of the family.

Today he lives a life of secrets, a life of wealth but also of crime.
He enjoys this life – until the moment his past catches up with him.

This is the story of an exceptional man, a dangerous man. His life in his words.
This is the story of Travis Curran.

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Excerpt

Dan, my sister, my family, they had all abandoned me, they had all forgotten about me and I felt very alone. I watched people, couples holding hands, families playing together and the pain I felt inside intensified. I was on my own and I had to make the best of it. I didn’t leave the park, opting to lie on a bench once the night fell. It was a mistake. At night the drunks came and I guessed the bench belonged to one when he grabbed hold of my jacket and dragged me off. I landed in a heap on the ground. He was rambling, something about the war.

“Fuck off,” he growled.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I scrambled to my feet. I headed for a small wooded area, slid down a tree and waited for the morning.

The days had melded into each other, I lost track of what day of the week it even was. I only knew it was the weekend because the streets were less busy with suited people scurrying to and from work. The weekends were the hardest because that’s when I would see families, moms and sons walking and laughing, brothers and sisters playing and that loneliness would hit me like a punch to the gut.

I noticed a couple of boys, slightly younger than me I guessed. They were playing ball, tossing it to each other. I watched them for a while, smiling at their laughter as they had fun. I was itching to join in, to do something normal like playing catch. One threw it too far and it landed at my feet, I was still sitting with my back to the tree that had been home for the past two nights. I picked the ball up, stood and walked towards them. They smiled at me and I smiled back.

“You wanna play?” one said. I nodded my head.

“Throw the ball,” the other called out, jogging backwards and raising his arm, ready to catch the ball in his mitt.

It was nice to hear someone talk to me. That was until their dad appeared. He snatched the ball from me and without a word, grabbed the two boys by the hand. One child looked over his shoulder as he was hauled away and he gave me a small smile. Despite my promise never to cry again, I couldn’t stop the tear that rolled down one cheek. I angrily wiped it away. I had no idea what I looked like, what condition my hair was in or how dirty my face was – there were no mirrors on the street. Those boys hadn’t been bothered by how I looked; they had just wanted to play with me.

“Fuck you,” I screamed to their retreating backs. “Fuck you all.”

That day I hardened my heart. I would survive. I would shoplift and fucking enjoy it. I would wipe my family from my mind and fucking enjoy it. I would fight if I had to and fucking enjoy it. No one would ever see my heartache again.

That one simple act of dragging those children away from me, and I was no more than a child myself, confirmed one thing – no one was going to help me.

I had no choice but to toughen up and help myself.

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We had only driven a short distance when the blue flashing lights of a cop car lit up the inside of ours…

“What do you want to do, bro?” I asked. If we’d been aware of their presence in time I probably could have outrun them.

“Pull over, let’s see what they want?”

I pulled the car to the kerb and waited. A cop tapped on my side window.

“Permit,” he said.

I handed it through the open window and he took a while studying it.

“Exist the car, slowly, both of you,” we were instructed.

Two police officers, who had obviously been waiting, gestured for us to get out of the car. As I did one of them grabbed me by the arm and slammed me face first on the hood. He pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed me. Robert and I looked over at each other; he gave a very slight nod of his head. Being picked up by the cops had always been his worst nightmare, but that nod told me he was okay. I wasn’t too worried, the police could do nothing to me, I was too old to be sent back to New York.

In silence they placed me into the back of a car, with Robert in another, and we were driven back to the station. The only thing I told them was my name and address as they booked me. Still cuffed, they marched me along a grey corridor. The walls, the floor, the metal doors to cells were all the same depressing colour. Apparently cheerfulness was not the look they were going for.

They released my wrists as they closed the cell door behind me. I rubbed at them, a little pissed at the unnecessary tightness of the cuffs. I could walk from one end of the cell to the other in four paces. Robert was going to freak – not that he was claustrophobic, but he hated confinement. I flipped the stained mattress against the wall, sat on the metal frame of the cot and waited. Eventually I was taken by a cop, again in silence, to an interview room. I sat and smiled at the sour-faced female guarding the door. He cheeks coloured a little.

A few minutes later she was replaced by one of the cops that had pulled us over, and his sidekick.

“Travis, my name is Detective Mallory…”

I cut him off. “Can you tell me why I’m being held here?”

“Joey Morietti has implicated you in a rather nasty assault,” he replied.

I raised my eyebrows. “Really? And when did this assault take place?”

“Earlier this evening, the police were called to Sibley Memorial after he was admitted. It appears he has suffered some serious injuries. Know anything about that?”

“Not a thing, been at the club all night, want the address?”

After I had given him the address and he’d written it down, he handed it to the sidekick who left the room; the door was guarded once more by sourpuss. She kept her gaze firmly fixed to the wall above my head.

“Your friend, Robert, gives a different location for your whereabouts this evening,” he tried.

“Then he may have had one too many,” I replied.

“What can you tell me about Joey?”

“Not much, don’t really know him.”

“We know you work for his father,” came the response.

“Doesn’t mean I know who assaulted his son, if he has been assaulted, of course.”

“So what do you do for Guiseppi Morietti?” he asked.

“Collect rent, as I’m sure you already know. Now, shall we get back to the shocking news of his son? What happened to him?”

Detective Mallory stared at me, I gave him a smile. He reminded me of Goon, in fact, such was the resemblance they could have been related.

“Do you have a brother?” I asked.

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A wooden bedstead dominated the room, its mattress in a cloth protector, and on either side of the bed were small nightstands. I sat on the bed and looked at Alison standing in the middle of the room. She stared straight back at me. No words were spoken as she took the few steps required before she was standing between my knees. Her hands cupped either side of my face. I ran my hands up her legs, catching her dress and raising it. She leant down for a kiss.

Her lips gently pressed against mine. I opened my mouth and my tongue tangled with hers. My hands had come to rest on her hips and I held them fast while pulling her closer to me. I could feel the lace of her panties under my fingers. Our kiss deepened; I was hungry for her.

I stood, and as I did I raised the dress over her head. She wore a matching lace panty and bra set, somehow that pleased me; I’d hoped she had dressed for the evening. Her tanned skin set off the white of the lace. She reached forward and unknotted my tie, sliding it from my collar, and with an agonising slow pace she undid the buttons of my shirt. Her hands brushed against my chest, lower and lower as each button was popped open. While she unbuckled my belt I shrugged the shirt from my shoulders, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Alison ran her fingers around the waistband of my pants, her nails scraping gently against my skin. She popped the button, undid the zip and with my pants in her fists, she lowered them as she sunk to her knees.

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5-Star Reader Reviews….

This book was brilliant and intense. I felt Travis’ anger, fear, resentment and love to his “family” ie, Robert, Evelyn and Joe. He is a multifaceted character. He has all the usual emotions you would expect from one who has had a rough start in life but he is also fiercely loyal and protective to those he loves. He is also HOT and sexy and is incredibly charismatic. Yes, that is why I love him! This lovely by the incredibly talented Tracie Podger gets five stars from me. (But in my heart it deserves 100!)  ~ Kerry-Ann (Kez’s Corner)

This book is simply spectacular. It tells the story of Travis, one of the pivotal characters in The Fallen Angel Series. I defy anyone to not fall in love with Travis from his turbulent childhood, through his journey of self discovery and sexual awareness! It’s a compelling, gripping story that grabs a hold of you immediately. This author has the unique talent of completely immersing you in her world with her descriptive and enthralling words. Travis will live in my heart always… ~ Karen S.

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Tracie-Podger-Photo copy 2_FotorTracie Podger currently lives in Kent, UK with her husband and a rather obnoxious cat called George. She’s a Padi Scuba Diving Instructor with a passion for writing. Tracie has been fortunate to have dived some of the wonderful oceans of the world where she can indulge in another hobby, underwater photography. She likes getting up close and personal with sharks.

Tracie wishes to thank you for giving your time to read her books and hopes you enjoy them as much as she loves writing them. If you would like to know more, please feel free to contact her; she would love to hear from you. She will be signing in London, York, Dublin, Birmingham and Aberdeen in 2015, and Liverpool, Leeds, Essex, and Dublin (to date) in 2016. Please stop by if you can!

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Other Books in the Fallen Angel Series…

Fallen Angel, Part 1

Fallen Angel, Part 2

Fallen Angel, Part 3

Evelyn (novella)

Robert

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Coming Soon…

Fallen Angel, Part 4 (this summer) – Series Conclusion 

And then…

A Virtual Affair

The Passion Series

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