🔥🔥Part Time Lovers by Kate Austin: Release Blitz + Giveaway🔥🔥

Welcome to Part Time Lovers.

This is your invitation to play, to experiment, to fulfill your deepest, darkest fantasy or get down and dirty—and then walk away.

No regrets, no recriminations, no rules.

We want you to make the rules for your encounter. There are no forms to complete, no wish lists, no compatibility tests. Just jump right in. Part Time Lovers is about hooking up with the right person for right now.

We know your desires change—maybe even from one day to the next—because ours do. We created this website to accommodate every single one of your desires.

This week you might want a quick fuck, next week that high school fantasy or the hot vampire you just read about in your favorite book. Part Time Lovers is the place for you to find your dream lover.

So come on in. Someone is waiting for you.

Mercy and Jules


“Mercy,” he said, savoring her name in his mouth. “Please. Let me offer you some wine. It is very good. I asked the sommelier to chill it a bit, as we often do at home in the summer.”
He poured her a glass of the Rioja he’d ordered and smiled. “Salud,” he said. “I am so happy to see you.”
That was an understatement. It was not that he hadn’t loved other women over the years. He had. In his mind, women were made to be loved, and he did his best to love as many of them and as well as possible. He’d had a few more serious relationships, but he’d always managed to step back before they became permanent.
Rafa knew this trip was more than business, more than sex. He needed to see Mercy, needed to get her out of his head. Out of his blood. Out of his heart. And he needed to be honest with her.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
Watching her face, he saw first confusion, then consideration, and finally knowledge.
“Rafa? My Rafa?”
He understood immediately what her words meant, and his heart skipped a beat. He had wondered whether he had imagined her interest in him, if his love—and even all those years ago, even as a hormone-ravaged teenage boy, he’d known exactly what he felt for her—had been returned.
Perhaps, he told himself, she was interested, but maybe not as much as he was in her. It was more than he had yesterday and, for now, it would have to be enough.
“Rafael Alvarez. And yes, your Rafa.”
It was far too early to admit that, he thought, but saying the words felt important, a pledge of some kind. Tears brightened Mercy’s eyes as he met her gaze.
“Querida,” he said to comfort her. “Please. Don’t cry. This is a happy moment.” He hit himself on the forehead. “Ah, I get it. You are crying because you are happy. The women of my family do it all the time. It is often difficult for men to figure out whether these tears are of joy or of sorrow.

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Kate Austin writes women’s fiction, romance, magic realism, paranormal, and erotica, sometimes short fiction, sometimes poetry, and sometimes novels. She blames her mother and her two grandmothers for her reading and writing obsession. All of them were avid readers, and they passed their books and their obsession on to her.

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It’s A Release Party: She Will Be Loved (Love’s Great Adventure #4) by Theresa Troutman

Three very
different girls searching for love.
Everyone deserves
a happy ending, that’s what Penny Stanton thought. Only her ending was anything
but happy after her husband died. Her friends had been an amazing support
system over the year following Maxwell’s death, but there was a hole in Penny’s
heart she felt would never heal. Can an old flame reignite her passion and make
her take a second chance on love?
Mattie Irons was
rambunctious, charming, and smart. She was the apple of her parents’ eyes until
her baby brother was born. Her parents, especially her mother, spent more time
cooing over the infant than paying attention to Mattie. Now Mattie is feeling
unloved, leaving Sebastian and Tess searching for a way to abate their
daughter’s fears.
Kate Hamilton has
made the move to England to be with her daughter and son-in-law. Her new
upper-crust English lifestyle is a long way from middle class suburbia in
America. She volunteers at the local children’s hospital and helps Tess raise
the children. Yet Sutton castle is a large building and it, along with its
butler, are very intimidating. Can she adapt to this new life as her daughter
did and find love again?

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Will Be Loved release party on
Oct. 27th
In this series:
Life’s What You Make It
Love This Life
London Loves
By My Side (Free with Kindle Unlimited)

My Secret Summer
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A Special Connection

Theresa Troutman also writes erotic taboo tales as T.S. Irons
(her naughty personality)
Stepdaddy Dom

Sibling Rivalry

My Wicked Stepsister
Theresa Troutman lives in Pennsylvania with her
husband and their crazy dog, Niko. She loves reading, theatre and traveling.
Her books include: My Secret Summer, A Special Connection and the Love’s Great
Adventure Series: Life’s What You Make It and Love This Life and London Loves.
Her most recent release is a contemporary second-chance erotic romance called,
By My Side.
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CRAVE by BJ Harvey: Release Blitz + #Giveaway

Title: Crave
Author: BJ Harvey
Genre: Erotic Suspense
Release Date: October 20, 2015
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I have a craving.A dark urge I’ve failed to resist despite years of trying to do that very thing.

I’ve forced myself to hide behind a mask, a perfect orchestration to hide my true self.

After I met her, my wants and needs, my inner most desires changed.

She encouraged me to embrace who I truly am, and she was willing to do anything and everything I wanted, giving herself to satisfy my most carnal appetite.

Then everything in my carefully managed world came crashing down around me. A moment in time, a loss of control, and the very thing I cherish was nearly taken from me.

My fate now lies in her hands.

The very life I’ve built for myself…everything I’ve ever done now waits in purgatory, all caused by a lack of focus at a time when my most concentrated attention was needed.

 The very thing I crave may now be the end of me.
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“What was that thought?” she asks curiously.
I lift my eyes from her hand resting on the black leather seat between us to her face to see a sly smile has appeared on her lips. “What thought?”
“The one that just had dirty written all over it.” Her smile grows wide, her eyes glittering with heat and a touch of amusement at the position she’s cornered me into.
“It’s a thought that would be more suited to the end of the date, if we are following your predetermined description of a how a first date should be, that is.”
Heat overtakes amusement as the air inside the car crackles with the right type of tension, the exact type of mood I have been hoping for and dreading. Our eyes remained locked, like neither one of us is able or willing to look away from the other.
Knowing I’d need to acquiesce, I look back down to where her hand rests beside her leg and bite the bullet, reaching over and lacing my fingers with hers.
“See?” she says as I catch her smile out of the corner of my eye. “Wasn’t that hard, was it?”
“It’s like that, is it?” I say, my voice filled with humor. She leans over, turning her body toward mine and rests her mouth against my jaw, just below my ear.
“If you want something from me, Callum, you just need to ask for it or take it. I highly doubt any of the thoughts running through that very handsome, highly intelligent head of yours could put me off.” Her breath warms my skin, sending the nerve endings into overdrive. “You’re welcome to try though . . .”
Before I can attempt to put my public mask in place, I tilt my head until we are cheek to cheek. Presented with an opportunity, I follow my instincts and graze my teeth slowly against her ear lobe. “I was thinking how your hand would feel touching me again . . .”
Her breath stutters momentarily, before quickening. She pulls back, leaning her shoulder into the seat but not returning to her side. “I’m sure we can arrange to hold hands again, Callum. It’s all part of getting to know each other.”
I mimic her pose, our bodies still close but not touching, as I let out an uncharacteristic chuckle. “You’re trouble with a capital T.”
“And I’m thinking, Mr. Alexander, there’s something about my brand of trouble that you’re drawn to.”
 Author Bio

BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She writes contemporary romance, romantic comedy, and romantic suspense.An avid music fan, you will always find her with headphones on while writing, and the speakers blaring the rest of the time. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and when she’s not writing – she’s reading.

BJ resides with her family in what she considers the best country in the world—New Zealand.

 She describes her writing as a little swoon, a lot of heat, a bit of drama and a whole lot of love.

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Pretty When You Cry by Skye Warren: New Release Blitz + #Giveaway

Pretty When You Cry
by Skye Warren
Publication Date: October 20, 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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“Dark, perverse, and unbearably erotic, Pretty When You Cry is SkyeWarren at her gritty best.”
~ Anna Zaires, USA Today bestselling author of Twist Me

A new dark romance novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Wanderlust and Prisoner…

I came from a place of dirt floors and holy scriptures. They told me the world outside was full of sin, and the first night I escape, I find out it’s true. Ivan saves me, but he does more than that. He takes me. He makes me his own girl.

My conditioning runs too deep. Ivan sees what I am.

That’s the thing about showing a mouse to a cat. He wants to play. And it’s terrifying, even for me. Because the only thing darker than my past is his.

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About Skye Warren

Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of dark romantic fiction. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely romantic.

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Torn Hearts by M. E. Gordon: Release Blitz

Release Blitz:
Torn Hearts
M. E. Gordon
Oct 12th – Oct 19th
A tale as old as time—a girl, tall and wispy, hair the color of the sun, eyes as blue
as the sky, caught in a love triangle with the noblest of men…Not in this book
 Okay so maybe I am caught up in a love triangle, but I’m sure as hell not running
through a field of daisies in a sun dress. My name is Elizabeth and I’ve
managed to avoid men for most of my life. I wasn’t a nun by any means, but I
know what the hot guys want—and it usually isn’t me. How I got myself involved
in a love triangle with one sexy photographer and a millionaire bachelor, who
had women worshiping the ground he walked on,is beyond me. Yet, here I am,
attempting to navigate waters that I’ve never expected to. Trying to figure out
which man was right for me, dealing with my family—and have I told you about
the paparazzi? Well, it’s all really making me rethink the situation. Who do I
trust? Who’s being genuine? What should I do if both men are perfect for me in
different ways? How the hell am I supposed to choose just one? Or better yet do
I have to choose just one?

My heart rate accelerated as we pull up to the popular DC night club, Mood. I was currently sitting in a limo that my brothers sent over to retrieve my best friend Gia and me. Taking a steadying breath, I took a peek out the window. Of course, they had a small red carpet set out for celebrities and socialites like my brothers. Make this a little clearer, I don’t do this.

I didn’t go out dressed up like I was right now. I glanced back at Gia who looked anything but anxious. She was in her element right now, and I…well, I was not!

I preferred sitting at home reading a good book. It was a passion of mine. My Gran was an avid reader. What could I say? I took after her and my mother, who happened to have been an editor in-chief for a big publishing company. I guess I could have followed in her footsteps, but I had a passion for History. With only a few classes left, I was well on my way to restoring books at the Library of Congress. Still, no matter how many books I’d read, nothing could prepare me
for nights like tonight.

Sure limos, nice dresses, socialites, photographers, it all sounded like a great time, and maybe it was, but not for me. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find an appealing outfit for a size twelve, tall, curvy, twenty-three-year-old? Well I’ll tell you, it’s nearly impossible!

Sure there were things in my size, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was feeling exposed, and not in a good way—the bad way, like every-inch-of-fat-had-been-magnified-by-tight-fabric way. Even Gia, the fashion stylist in training, had a hard time finding me something to wear. It was mortifying.

I didn’t know what I was more worried about, falling on my ass or getting my picture taken. Oh, right. It was falling on my ass while getting my picture taken. I tried my hardest to get Gia to go in the side entrance, but clearly, I lost that battle.

Gia stepped out first, thankfully. The cameras were snapping away like crazy, but why wouldn’t they be? She looked like a movie star in her short gray dress and sparkling heels. Smiling at the cameras and swaying her long blonde hair, she posed like it was second nature to her.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. I could do this. Just get out of the car and don’t fall on your ass. With one last, quick prayer, I scooted over and let my foot glide out of the limo. Holding on tight to the door handle, I exited the limo and cautiously made my way over toward the sea of cameras. I clung tight to the shawl that was covering most of the red dress that I had finally found, after hours of shopping with Gia.

I stopped moving when the photographers started snapping a few pictures. Maybe they thought I was a lighter haired Kardashian or something. It didn’t take but a few seconds for them to find out I wasn’t.

“She’s nobody!” I heard one of the snakes say to his neighbor. Knives, meet my heart…ouch! I wanted to run back to the limo or into the safety of the dark club, but I couldn’t move. I glanced over in Gia’s direction where she was using her hands to take off an invisible jacket. I guessed she was telling me to take my shawl off? I couldn’t help but think that this was a very stupid idea. And, of course, against my better judgment, I did it anyway.

I quickly un-wrapped the fabric. My long, wavy, brown hair fell against my bare back and exposed cleavage. The unseasonably, cool air brushed against my arms, making a chill run up my spine. This dress was perfect, practically made for me. It hit all my curves and pushed my boobs and ass up too. But most importantly, it flattened my stomach—magic!

The wall of cameras turns back to me. I guess they think I might be someone worth photographing after all.

“Red Dress—Red dress, can we get a name?” I turned in the direction of the warm voice and felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Embarrassment? Flattery? I tried to make out the person calling to me as I scanned the wall of photographers. My eyes were instantly drawn to a handsome man with shaggy, sandy hair and muscular build. Well, I’d like to think it was muscles under the sweat shirt he had on. I squinted to get a better look but lost sight of him as the flashes went off.

“A name?” another man called.
“Elizabeth Monroe,” I answered back.

All about me in Five Questions or less
1 – What makes you, you?
What makes me, me? Well, I was born and raised in Central Maryland. I now live with
my wonderful husband and four, energetic children. My day to day consists of
getting kids ready for school, answering e-mails, writing, editing, and making
breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Writing has always been a passion of mine. My
grandmother gave me my first journal when I was in the third grade. I wrote in
it almost every day, and I still try to write in it as often as I can. Before I
started my first novel and became a stay at home mom, I worked in daycare. I
loved it! Never a dull moment when you have 15 kids running around!
2- When you don’t have your ‘Mom hat’ or ‘Author hat’ on, what are your  interests?
I love going to the movies, whether it be with my husband or friends. I get pretty
jazzed about good movies. I love them all; romantic, suspense, action. I don’t
do scary though, unless I’m at home snuggled on the couch next to my hubby with
a blanket over my head.
Go figure, I love reading! I really like romantic novels, but I also dabble in
Young Adult. Potter and Everdeen are some of my favorites, hell I’ll admit it,
I even liked Twilight, before the movie.
3 – Describe your writing set up?
When I write, I have to have music on. I have a playlist for each of my stories.
Without music, I just can’t write. I also like to be in the dark, with only a
small lamp and computer screen to light my way. I have a journal for each novel
that I jot down future ideas in about the storyline, character descriptions,
and words I want to incorporate. I’d be lost without my journals; I carry them
around with me everywhere. You never know when an idea is going to pop in your
head! A large glass of ice water is also a must have, unless it’s one of those days
then a cup of coffee is on the menu. I’m sure all you Moms out there know what
I’m talking about!
4 – Boxers or Briefs for your hunky heroes?
Best of both worlds? … I think so! Oh and they’re always black!
5 – Who inspires you to write?
Who inspires me to write? Honestly, I write for the women like me who want to be
able to picture themselves as the heroine. All too often, the leading lady is
someone who’s unattainable for most. The tall, thin, long-legged, beauty or the
petite, slender girl next door who happens to also be drop dead gorgeous. Those
women are usually frail and sometimes, not much is going on upstairs. I try to
write about, real, strong women who tell it like it is. For instance, we all
know that most of us wear spanks when we go out to a club. Suck it in, stand up
straight and don’t sit down, unless you’re behind a table. These are the things
that constantly go through your head. I want my readers to be able to put
themselves in my heroines place. What would you do if a really hot guy was
dancing with you? Pray your rolls aren’t showing? Chin up to hide any chance of
showing a double one? Arch your back to show off ‘assets’ you think are better
than others? Maybe even move his hands just so he won’t feel that extra cushion?
Although I have written a few stories with a typical heroine and don’t get me wrong, I
love them and they are ‘real’ in their own way, just not physically. Those
stories were easy to write because they didn’t have body issues or insecurities,
they didn’t have to worry about ‘sucking it in’ or ‘muffin tops’. Now, I
wouldn’t call my heroines plus size, I call them real, real girls/women who
love themselves, but are still aware that they aren’t that Victoria Secret
model. I find it challenging and exciting to write about curvy women and all
the little things that come along with it. It’s not easy and sometimes I think
that it’d be easier to follow suit and write about idealistic women, but in a
way, we all are and we all need that one heroine to look up to and I hope that
my leading ladies, curvy or otherwise, fulfill that need for someone.
Find me
on Black Opal Books! www.blackopalbooks.com/author-m-e-gordon
I’d love
to hear from new and old friends!

Billionaire with A Twist #3 by Lila Monroe: Release Blitz + Giveaway

Title: Billionaire With a Twist Part Three
Series: Billionaire With a Twist #3
Author: Lila Monroe
 Release Date: September 30, 2015
Warning: love on the rocks.Sexy bourbon billionaire Hunter Knox hired me to turn around the failing family business, but I wound up losing him the company he loves. Now I have to make it right – which won’t be easy when he’s off the grid at a cabin in the woods, drinking himself into a sexy rugged stupor.

But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that Hunter is worth a shot. Or two. He better line them up, because after tonight, I’m never drinking again.

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Hunter brought the cold glass bottle to my lips, and I closed my eyes to better appreciate the flavor.

“Mmmmm.” Hints of caramel, a touch of cinnamon, and was that…nutmeg? I licked my lips. “Tastes like autumn.”

“Next,” Hunter said softly. There was a clink as he set down the bottle, and another as he picked the second one up. Then that cool glass was against my warm mouth again, and I shivered as I felt his breath ghost against the back of my neck. I could practically feel the heart radiating off his body behind me. A drop of condensation slipped down the neck of the bottle, rolling down the fevered skin of my neck.

Oh, right, the beer. I took a gulp, hoping the cool liquid would calm my disordered thoughts. No such luck—but it was delicious, strongly hoppy this time, notes of lime and orange and vanilla, with a peppery finish. “Damn, that’s good. It’s like spring!”

“I’m glad you like it,” Hunter murmured. His arm encircled my waist—no, he was just reaching for another bottle, no, that was his other hand, this one was definitely resting on my waist, lightly, just above my hipbone.

I didn’t dare open my eyes, for fear I would find I was only dreaming.

“Another?” Hunter invited.

“Yes please.” My voice was a whisper, hoarse with desire I hoped he couldn’t hear.

And there it came, his gentle hands guiding it to my mouth, the smooth glass with its beads of moisture kissing my skin, and that that ambrosia sliding slowly down my throat: brown sugar and anise and a hint of…chocolate.

“Ooooooh,” I moaned in appreciation. I licked my lips.

And heard a sharp intake of breath from Hunter. “You like that?” he whispered.

“So much,” I replied, feeling the heat in my body gather itself tight and low.

Even with my eyes closed I was vividly aware of how close he was standing to me; I could smell him, hear each breath he took. His hand on my waist seemed to grip a fraction tighter, wrinkling the fabric of my dress—the hand holding the bottle seemed to tremble slightly, I could feel his breath ruffling my hair as he bent closer, those warm lips only inches from—

My eyes burst open and I almost leapt away from him. We didn’t have time for sexual tension! That was what had gotten us into trouble in the first place. My mind fluttered rapidly over possible topics of redirection.

It was difficult. It mostly wanted to think of Hunter shirtless.

Maybe pantsless too.

Yeah….definitely pantsless.

Author Bio
Amazon bestselling author, queen of the short-reads, and expert at playdough, Lila Monroe loves to read and write tales of sexy Billionaires. Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first serial, The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.
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Billionaire with A Twist 2 by Lila Monroe: Release Blitz + Excerpt + Giveaway

Title: Billionaire With a Twist Part Two
Series: Billionaire With a Twist #2
Author: Lila Monroe
 Release Date: September 16, 2015
He’s dirty – no chaser.

Billionaire Hunter Knox hired me to save his family bourbon business: I’ve won the big pitch, but now trouble is only just beginning. I’m on a tightrope trying to keep my career from crashing out like a coed after a dozen jaeger shots, and I’ve made it clear to Hunter, our sexy one-night fling can’t be repeated.
So what does the guy do? Turns around and starts dating my sister.
Pour me a double.
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My finger hovered over the button as I considered what to send him next.
I briefly considered a topless pic before discarding that idea; if
someone from work ever found our dirty texts, I could claim someone else
had sent them from my phone, but how that hypothetical someone had got
their hands on a topless shot of me would be much harder to explain
I filed that idea away for a day in the future when I worked at a company
where my colleagues weren’t untrustworthy sexist shitheads, and sent
‘miss u’ instead.
I immediately regretted it.
Not because it wasn’t true, but because it wasn’t sexy. And since our night
together, Hunter and I had been keeping our conversations strictly
sexy, and far, far away from feelings territory.
The phone rang.
Shit, had that been too much? Was he calling to say I should back off? Had he rethought things completely?
Calm the fuck down, I told myself sternly. You sent him a two word text, not a dozen roses. It’s not a big deal.
I answered the phone. “Hey.”
“Hey, Ally.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s good to actually talk to you. I’ve missed you too.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“So, how’s it going over there?”
“Oh, you know, a complete madhouse. So, the usual.”
“Oh yeah?”
“My boss is calling every fifteen minutes, the editing team can’t find any
of the stable footage, Sandra keeps having to ice her hand to stop it
cramping up…” I trailed off, and then laughed. “How do you do that?”
He sounded confused. “Do what?”
“Make it all seem so manageable. So okay. Just by listening.”
“One of my secret ninja powers,” he informed me, deadpan.
I raised an eyebrow. “Got any others you’d care to show me?”
“Oh, I’ve shown them to you,” he drawled, and even though it was only his
voice over a phone line, I blushed fire-engine red. “And you’ve shown me
a few as well.”
I eyed the door, toying with an idea. I couldn’t hear anyone rushing my
way with an urgent development…I rose swiftly and locked it. “Care to
see if those powers work over the phone?”
I knew exactly the face he would be making right now, that slow-spreading
sweet honey grin as he took in the meaning of my words. “I surely

 Author Bio

Amazon bestselling author, queen of the short-reads, and expert at playdough, Lila Monroe loves to read and write tales of sexy Billionaires. Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first serial, The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.
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Available Now: Dare to Change (Sex, Sin and Secrets #2) by R G Williamson & Phoebe Parkes

Dare To Change Final Book CoverTitle: Dare To Change

Series: Sex, Sin and Secrets #2
Authors: R G Williamson & Phoebe Parkes

Release Date:  August 23, 2015



After the numerous attempts to win Karina over, Connor continues to surprise her and she finds it harder and harder to resist his charm and charismatic ways. One thing’s for sure, when Connor’s around, there’s never a dull moment!

They continue to face each other in court but who will come out on top? Is it a case of winning the battle but losing the war?

Is Karina any closer to her dream of a white wedding or should she be thinking more towards black?

Is Connor, the man that vowed never to settle down, falling for Karina or is he simply suffering a severe case of lust and sex on tap?

Can Connor dare to change his man-whoring ways or will secrets and sin tear them apart?

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Meet the Authors
R G Williamson

I’m a happily married family man from the North of England, UK.
I like the feeling a good book gives me. I like to feel emotionally attached to the characters, I want to live their lives, I want to worry about them, laugh with them, cry with them, celebrate their achievements with them, love them, hate them, but most importantly, I want to feel something, anything.
I hope you enjoy my writing style and come away from my books feeling something!

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Phoebe Parkes

I live in the UK, on the South Coast, with my three children. Every chance I get I read and often far too late into the night and early hours of the morning.
From since I can remember I have loved books, my first dog eared re-reads were Enid Blyton, It was those that sparked my love of all things books and the images I could see in my head when reading a great story.
If I can bring to the page one tenth of the mesmerising reads I’ve encountered over the years then I will have achieved what gives me the greatest pleasure, sharing the written word with others.
Whether hot and steamy, emotional and traumatic my imagination has many stories and characters wishing to fill endless pages. Often they all scream, pick me, write me, I’m the best, don’t pick him/her – I’m sexier, I’m hotter, I’ve got more staying power! See! They’re pushy little sods aren’t they and utter divas some of them. So I need to get them out of my head and to stop giving me a hard time, and guess what, they can then wind up all you readers up instead, because you wouldn’t believe what some of them want to get up to! 🙂


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