#Release #Boost – Trashy Conquest by Gemma James

It all started 35,000 feet in the air on a flight bound for Seattle.

A chance encounter. An undeniable attraction. A forbidden passion. We tried to do the right thing and resist temptation.

We failed.

Now Cash’s wife is missing, and to make matters worse, my ex showed up on my doorstep with the promise of forever on his mind.

Things were supposed to be different.

He was going to divorce her.
He was going to be with me.
He was going to love me.

But until Cash’s wife is found, we have no future.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Trashy Conquest is a steamy romance suitable for mature audiences only. Though the subject matter deals with cheating, there are no innocent parties here. Book 2 in the Trashy Affair series.

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MY REVIEW

Trashy Conquest by Gemma James
Cash & Jules
I AM IN LOVE WITH THESE CHARACTERS
5 Stars

And the plot thickens… and twists and turns before you can even catch your breath from the last one. If I’m being honest here, I must say that this story of love, betrayal, and disturbing acts had me at hello! I could not for the life of me put this shit down.

Jules is my girl! She’s making her way in this great big world all on her own. She came across a tad bit frail in the first book, Trashy Foreplay, but I knew somewhere in that little body of hers was lion waiting to roar and roar she did.

Cash has a good heart! He knows exactly what he needs to do, but influences from the outside are making that especially difficult. Situations are looking bleak and his future not so great, but I have faith in him to come out on the other side a better man.

The supporting character cast was driving me crazy. So many back stabbers, people with their own agendas, and ones who you’d think would have your back, but only if you do what they want you to do. Ugh!

I was moved by this story, but then again it is a Gemma James story so need I say more? She gives you a love story, a complicated, fucked up, and almost impossible love story, but hell, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I absolutely loved the characters, even the bad ones! The pacing is perfect, the storyline thick with suspense and action, and the climax will rock your socks off! Loved it Gemma, thanks for sharing your crazy stories with the world!!!

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Gemma James

Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of
a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to
explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly
curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers.
Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and
kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their
four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who
steals everyone’s attention.

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Release Boost: Torn (Devil Wolves Book 1) by Carian Cole

Title: Torn
Series: Devils Wolves MC #1
Author: Carian Cole
Genre: MC Romance
 Release Date: August 29, 2016
Blurb
He’s loved me since the day I was born.
He’s taken care of me.
He’s awakened me.Tor. My father’s best friend.

Fifteen years older than me, he’s always been my protector. The one I should never, ever want.
But I was born to be his.She’s always loved me.

She’s shattered me.
She’s healed me.
Kenzi. My best friend’s daughter.
I held her the day she was born, and I never let go.
She’s forbidden to me. But she’s the only one that really gets me.
We’re slowly being torn apart by everything we love.
Everything we want.
Everything we desire.And now I want the one thing I can’t have… I want her.

MY REVIEW

So sorry peeps, but I am still reading this one… all I can tell you at this point is…. Holy fucking hot!!!  Carian strikes again!  Great characters, awesome storyline, and of course adorable pets!  If you haven’t started this yet… get yo ass on it now… A full review will be posted as soon as I’m done!  xxDeb

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Excerpt
 
PrologueKenzi one day old

Toren fifteen years old
“We want you to be her Godfather,” Asher says as he gently lays his newborn baby into my arms. I have to tear my gaze away from her spellbinding eyes to look up at him from the chair I’m cradling the baby in.
“Me?” I repeat, glancing over at Ember in the hospital bed, who beams back at me with a tired, yet genuine smile.
“Yes, you,” they both say at the same time. “If it wasn’t for you, we probably never would have met,” Ember adds, grabbing Asher’s hand. “And we wouldn’t have this beautiful little baby. We know you’ll always protect her.”
“That’s right, man. You’re Uncle Tor now.”
I’m an uncle. And my two best friends are parents. And we’re all fuckin’ under sixteen.
But Kenzi Allyster Valentine would change us all forever. She needed us.
“Wow. I’m honored, guys. No doubt, I’ll always be here for her.”
I kick back the pang that hits my stomach. I didn’t get the girl…but I got something better that I never expected. A gift in the form of a little tiny hand wrapped tightly around my finger, huge eyes like gems staring up into mine like I was the most amazing person in the friggen’ world, and the first glimpse of what I could already tell was going to be a heart-stopping smile.
At that moment, a connection was born.That was it.

She owned me.
My niece.
My god-daughter.
The love of my life.

 

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I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut series, Ashes & Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find, and sometimes lose, the loves of their lives.

Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.

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RELEASE BOOST: Paradise Fought: Abel by L.B. Dunbar

 

 

Title: Paradise Fought: Abel
Series: Paradise #1
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance/MMA
 Release Date: January 25, 2016
Blurb

 

I’m not a fighter.
I was born into a fighting family. As the middle child, I was overlooked in favor of my older brother.
He took the negative attention, too. In comparison, there’s nothing special about me.
I’m not as big as Cobra. I’m not as strong as Cobra. He’s the alpha.
I’m a beta.
The second son.
The lesser one.
The one never encouraged to fight, never encouraged to do anything, but stay out of my father’s way.
I’m not a lover either – but I wished to be – that’s why I needed her.
I met a girl in the pouring rain.
Sounds cliché, but it’s true. It changed everything.
Because of love, I learned to fight.Betas come second, but in this fight, my story is first.

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If I thought I was going to make a speedy getaway, I was wrong. My savior caught up to me, half way down the walk, outside the finance building. He was quick and a large hand wrapped around my upper arm.“Whoa, sister,” he said, slightly out of breath. “You almost got away from me again.”

“What?” I questioned. I had no idea what he meant: again.

“Never mind,” he muttered, his hand still on me. I looked down at it and he immediately released me. My eyes pinched as I realized I didn’t mind his hand on my skin. There was something nonthreatening about him. He seemed rather innocent, studious, actually. His shirt was buttoned almost to the top and tucked into his pants. The sleeves secure at the cuffs. His jeans were snug and hugged him well. He wore dark rimmed glasses that screamed smart. Brown boots looked too new on his large feet. It was like he had the right parts but the wrong combination.

His blue eyes were soft and easy to look into. They practically spoke to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. His dark hair was disheveled, a bit shaggy, but cool looking. He kind of looked like a pop star, which was a little too sugar sweet for me. His form was questionable. It was hard to tell what kind of body he had under those clothes. He looked rather preppy, like half the guys at this university. I didn’t want to think about it. I’d just sold my soul for another semester.

“So when do you want to do this?” I asked. His blank stare told me he had no idea what I meant.

“Us,” I said, pointing between him and me.

“I…” His voice trailed off as he gawked at me. His expression changed from confusion to shock.

“I didn’t buy you to sleep with you,” he said, a touch of disbelief in his voice. His face turned crimson, then fell. “Why, have you done that before?” It was my turn to be surprised and offended.

I turned on my heels and began stomping away from him. He was too quick and he caught me again. His hand on my arm halted me. This time he didn’t release me when I peered down at his fingers wrapped around my bicep.

“Look. I need help,” he blurted. His face pinked a little, and it was sweet. “I don’t need help with sex. I need help with before.” His tone dropped, and he looked side to side to see if anyone would hear him. I took his meaning.

“You don’t know how to do foreplay?” I questioned in a loud whisper, trying to hide my astonishment. How could anyone have sex and not know a touch of foreplay?

His face pinked again.

“Not that,” he said, sounding like a child. “The flirting. The dating. The…other stuff.”

I was stunned. I stared at him, taking in his features again. He was kind of cute, leaning toward the potential for good looking. He couldn’t possibly need help with this request. The confusion on my face made him speak.

“I don’t know how to flirt.” The words swirled between us.

“I don’t understand.” I didn’t. I didn’t know what he wanted from me.

“I need lessons how to be…cool: with girls. Call it a tutoring session. I need to learn how to be…seen.” His voice took on a touch of sadness. He couldn’t possibly be serious. I continued to stare at him. My mouth might have actually dropped open a bit, and I noticed he was watching my lips. It was a little exciting the way he stared at them. I licked them and his pupils dilated, filling in more black over the blue. His expression changed. Knowingly, he blinked when he realized I was teasing him. His lip quirked up and a dimple showed in his cheek.

“I need to date you,” he blurted. “To learn how to do, what you just did to me.”

 

 

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L.B. Dunbar loves the original legend of King Arthur. Inspired by this classic tale, she pulled over to the side of the road to take notes when it hit her that if King Arthur lived today, he’d be a rock star. A lover of fairy tales, myths, legends, and anything with happily ever after, she loves to read and write contemporary romance. Her Legendary Rock Stars series is complete with the final tale: The Trials of Guinevere DeGrance, but the story began with The Legend of Arturo King. She also wrote The Sensations Collection, which includes five stand alones based on the five senses in a small town setting near Lake Michigan. Raised on one side of that lake, she grew up in Michigan, but now lives on the other side, in Chicago. Mother to four, wife to the one and only, and teacher to hundreds of former students, she looks forward to sharing more stories in the future.

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♫Release Boost: Talon (Ashes & Embers Book 4) by Carian Cole♫

Title: Talon
Series: Ashes & Embers #4
Author: Carian Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: November 24, 2015
Blurb
DESCRIBE YOUR IDEAL PARTNER: Caring. Hard-working. A devoted family man, loves kids.

Clean cut, funny, smart, quiet, but a good communicator.

~ Asia Jenson

 


DESCRIBE YOUR IDEAL PARTNER:

Independent. Tall, blonde, sexy. Outgoing. Intelligent,

neat. Unslutty. Confident. Loves to travel. Committed.

~ Talon Valentine

 


A SOCIAL EXPERIMENT.

The concept was scary but exciting…

Marry a total stranger.

Live together for six months.

Journal everything. (Feelings. Fights. All of it.)

After six months, we each get $50K in trade for our journals, whether we stay married or not. But the goal is to commit to the experience and see if the relationship experts could put together the perfect matches.

I have never been lucky in love. This was my chance to find my soulmate.

I couldn’t wait to meet the man the experts felt was perfect for me.

My hopes were immediately dashed when I saw him at the altar.

Shit. I married my worst nightmare.

Right?!

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At first she doesn’t even know I’m there, and I have the pleasure of seeing her lying back, her eyes closed, one leg bent up and peeking out from the bubbles. And damn those fucking bubbles, they’re covering everything else.The universe is doing everything it can to prevent me from seeing my wife naked. I would laugh at that fact if it didn’t bug me so damn much. I’m pretty sure karma is slapping me in the face for insulting her so many times, and karma is a bitch who has no fucks to give about my blue balls.

Her eyes suddenly snap open and she jumps when she sees me, water splashing around her.

“Tally, you scared the shit out of me. Why are you creeping around?” She crosses her arms over her chest and a few bubbles float up in the air. I love that my childhood nickname just slipped out of her mouth without her even realizing it. It sounded so intimate on her lips that I want to hear her say it again and again.

“I wasn’t creeping; I just walked in. Should I wear a bell around my neck like the Princess?” I lean against the doorframe and gaze at her in the candlelight, her skin dewy from the moist heat, and I can’t understand why she doesn’t want me in that tub with her.

“What are you doing in here?”

I cross the room and kneel down next to the tub, taking in the way her eyes shift to my naked chest.

“I wanted to see your bath bomb in action.” My eyes travel languidly down the length of her in the tub and catch glimpses of pink water under the bubbles.

“This one is actually a bubble bomb. See the bubbles?” She lifts her hand and blows the bubbles up over my head.

I grab her hand and bring it to my lips. “I see that. Pink water, too. Very pretty.” I close my eyes as I kiss her hand, tasting the sweet water on her. “What flavor are you tonight? It’s yummy.”

She swallows and I can feel her hand trembling ever so slightly in mine. “It’s cotton candy.”

I nod my approval. “I like it. A lot.”

She shifts in the water, lowering the leg that was up and raising the other, giving me a quick glimpse of her thigh as she does so.

“Do you think about me when you’re in here?” I ask her, releasing her hand so I can dip my fingers into the warm water.

“I think about you all the time.”

My heart does a funny lurch I’m pretty sure it ain’t never done before. “Well, that’s just about the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

I let my hand slide farther into the water until it’s gliding over her outer thigh under the bubbles. “The water feels slippery,” I comment. “So does your skin.”

“It’s from the oils.”

Stretching my other arm out along the edge of the tub, I lean toward her face. “I like how it feels. I should be in there with you, all slippery and wet.”

“You’re too big,” she murmurs, locking her eyes on to mine.

Laughing, I kiss her vanilla flavored lips. “I’m gonna ignore that big comment, baby.”

She smiles against my mouth. “You’re so bad.”

“I know… So, I’m going to have to do this the hard way, then. Since I can’t get in there.” I slide my hand farther down her leg, over her knee to her calf, squeezing gently.

“Do what?”

“Give you your first orgasm.”

A small gasp of surprise comes out of her, and a seductive little grin graces her lips. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’ve had orgasms before.”

“Not from me.” I rub my nose along hers, feeling her breath against my face. “And that’s gonna change right now, Mrs. Valentine.”

I cup the back of her head with one hand and press my mouth to hers, licking her lips while slowly dragging my other hand up the inside of her leg beneath the water to finally brush my fingers gently across her lower lips. I silently curse the water for not letting me feel her wetness.

Her mouth opens to mine and I delve my tongue inside, tasting the heat of her breath and catching the sweet moan she lets out when I push my finger into her warmth. Her thighs part and her hand comes up out of the water to caress my cheek as I let my hand own her, my thumb rubbing her pulsing clit while I slip my fingers in and out of her. My cock throbs like mad in my shorts, begging to get into her. Holy fuck, is she tight. Three years of no sex is very, very good.

Her thighs squeeze my hand and she grasps the side of my neck, her breath panting against my mouth, and I know she’s there already. I really want to drag this out, tease her and make her crazy, but that seems cruel right now when she’s writhing her hot little core all over my hand and devouring my lips. I like little horny Asia. A lot.

I want to pull her out of the tub and take her right here on the floor and put an end to this madness, but I’m hell-bent on sticking to my promise to her, even if my dick hates me.

Her walls clench and drench around my swirling fingers up inside her, while the rest of her body arches up, pressing against me, her muscles tightening and quivering. I kiss her softly as she recovers from the first of many sexual escapades I have planned for her now that the doors have been opened, so to speak.

“Who’s my girl?” I whisper against her ear, moving my hand up to caress her stomach.

“Me,” she answers breathlessly

“That’s right.”

My girl. The last thing I thought I would ever want, and now, all I could ever want.
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I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. My debut series, Ashes & Embers, follows the lives of rock band members as they find, and sometimes lose, the loves of their lives.

Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.

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★✩★BOOK BOOST: Complicate Me by M. Robinson★✩★

TITLE: COMPLICATE ME
BY: BEST SELLING
AUTHOR M. ROBINSON
RELEASE DATE:
SEPTEMBER 14TH
COVER DESIGN: THE FINAL WRAP
Synopsis:
It was complicated, it was also just the beginning.
A decision.
A simple choice.
There is always that one moment in life where things could
have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that
would lead you down a certain road.
A different life.
It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends,
and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
Pretending was better than knowing the truth…
I. Ruined. Us.
I had her.
I lost her.
I love her.
All I did was complicate us.
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My brown eyed girl sat on our blankets with her arms wrapped
around her knees, hiding her face. The tiny frame that I adored so much shook
uncontrollably, only heightening the deepest sobbing that escalated with each
passing second. It was such an intimate moment, not to be shared with anyone,
especially me. Alex didn’t cry. I watched her bawl for the first time in my
life. I had never seen anyone cry like that before, and it shook me to my core,
slicing me whole, and making me feel like I was dying. Carving a memory that I
would take to my grave. 
There was no going back…
No erasing.
No do overs.
No deleting.
What I witnessed tonight would be my purgatory; I would now
close my eyes and forever see her falling apart in front of me. Shattering
before my very own eyes and I found it hard to breathe.
Hard to move.
My feet were glued to the goddamn floor as she continued to
weep, sob, bawl, violently sucking in air that wasn’t available. I accepted it
all; each tear that fell from her face becoming pieces of me. Circulating
through my veins and blood, it flowed endlessly, a river of her sadness and
sorrow and of my broken promises. No beginning or ending to her cries, just an
infinite current, flooding the hole where my heart should be. The shadow of her
trembling petite body reflected off the walls, leaving a trail of regrets in
its wake.
Mine.
Hers.
Ours.
Growing up in a small town you overheard a lot of things.
People talking, stories told, town gossip. You listened a lot. You learned a
lot. Tourists, townies, friends, and especially family all shared wisdom and
advice that you think you will never need.
Bunch of bullshit.
They say you have that one moment in life where things could
have been different, that one moment that changes the course of your life or
the direction you could have taken. That one moment that could forever change
you and everything you wanted to be true, everything you wanted to believe.
One simple decision could alter your entire future.
My entire world.
I would forever remember this moment for the rest of my
life. This is the moment that changed everything. This is the moment where I
took another direction, another road that led me to my own demise.
My own regrets. 
I should have walked in there. I should have apologized. I
should have begged for her forgiveness. I should have promised that I would
never hurt her again. I should have done whatever it took to make her look at
me the way she had our entire lives.
But I didn’t…
I did none of those things…
Not one.
Nothing was said between us.
No words.
No actions.
I was a coward and couldn’t do it. I couldn’t see her like
that. I couldn’t look into her eyes and know that I had hurt her. That I had
disappointed her. That I ruined her love and lost her respect for me.
The boy who promised he would never hurt her.
The boy who swore he would always protect her.
The boy who vowed he would never let anything happen to her.
That same boy was me.
I was the reason she was bawling.
I was the reason she was hurt.
I was the reason she was broken.
She knew the truth. It had finally caught up to me… I
shattered her illusion that I was hers. I ruined the one good thing I had in my
life. The girl that owned my heart was bleeding out for me in a way that I had
never seen before. The house was no longer our safe place.
I had brought my hurricane with me…
I couldn’t risk the possibility of losing her permanently if
I walked in there and admitted my truths. She wouldn’t love me anymore, she
wouldn’t look at me the same anymore, and she wouldn’t be mine anymore.
My brown eyed girl.
The girl that I had loved all of my life.
The same girl that I would love for the rest of my life.
Alexandra.
I gave her the only comfort I could in her moment of
despair. I turned around and left. I walked down the stairs and got into my
truck. I turned the engine on and drove my sorry ass home. I took a shower and
never once looked at myself in the mirror. I pretended that nothing changed.
That I didn’t cause her pain, and that she didn’t know the truth. That I didn’t
see her sobbing and that she wasn’t even bawling to begin with. That we were
still just best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
My Half-Pint and her Bo.
It was better than knowing…
I ruined us.
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Title: FORBID ME (The Good Ol’ Boys 2)
Release Date: November 24th
Cover Model: Kevin
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Cover Design: The
Final Wrap
 
 
SYNOPSIS:
It was only a matter of time until the truth came
out. 
I never thought it would come to this… 
I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but
eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back
and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be
hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the
burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend’s sister. 
If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and
back for it was… 
Lillian Ryder
Standalone within a series. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Strong
language and sexual content, not intended for readers under 18.
 
★★
 
 
She narrowed her eyes at me and started to walk backwards down the hall and into
her bedroom with me following close behind. Our eyes locked the entire time,
both of us knowing where this was going. She sat on the edge of the bed, while
I leaned my shoulder against the doorframe, my arms folded over my chest with
one leg crossed over the other. I took in her disappointment that I hadn’t
followed her to the bed. I let a few seconds linger between us, wanting to
remember her and this moment.
Just. Like. This.
“Stand up,” I ordered in a
harsh tone.
She didn’t think twice about it.
“Take off your dress.”
She
reached for the hem.
“Slower.”
She gradually lifted her dress over her creamy
thighs, and I rubbed my fingers over my mouth already tasting her. She threw
her dress on the floor and stood in front of me in nothing but her bra and
panties.
“Turn for me.”
She did.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, loud
enough for her to hear. She reached for her bra.
“No.”
She cocked her head to
the side with a questioning expression.
“That’s my job. I get to strip you
completely naked. I get to make you wet. I get to taste you. I get to make you
come. Do you understand me?”
She nodded and swallowed hard. The bedroom was
the only place Lily ever took orders, the thought alone made her wet.
“Lay on
the bed and close your eyes.”
She was about to say something and I arched an
eyebrow. “Be my good little girl and don’t make me repeat myself.”
She crawled
on the bed making sure to give me a view of her voluptuous butt swaying with
each movement she made. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I pushed
off the wall and ripped off one of the hydrangeas from the vase on her bedside
table. I took off my ball cap, setting it on the edge of the bed and placed the
hydrangea on the tip of her nose. I kept her house stocked with them now just
because I loved seeing her smile every time she looked at them. I spent too
many years not seeing that smile.
I slowly moved it down her body, barely
touching her skin but enough to where it left goose bumps in its wake. Once I
reached her pussy I pressed down firmer, moving it back and forth against her
clit.
She sucked in a breath of air.
I continued to play with her for a few
seconds. Setting the hydrangea on the nightstand, I took off her bra and then
her panties, bringing them up to my face and smelled her wetness.
 
 
 
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Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance,
triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the
Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in
New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in
psychology, with two years left.
She is married to
an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and
a Tabby cat
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