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In A lesson in thorns, Book Recommendation

FEAST OF SPARKS by Sierra Simone

, by Miriam Meza

In A lesson in thorns, Book Recommendation

A LESSON IN THORNS by Sierra Simone

Hi there! Today I wanted to share with you one of my latest reads. I'm talking about Sierra Simone's Thornchapel novels, but specifically about A LESSON IN THORNS, the first installment of this seductive series.

A LESSON IN THORNS is a book that surprised me. It was edgy, sexy but also suspenseful, mixed with a little bit of angst and a whole lot of magic. It was an amazing read. The book is filled with a lot of feelings and will keep you on the edge of your seat for the whole journey.

Beware, because you may also need a bunch of cold showers.

Now, Take a look...

ABOUT THE BOOK:

When librarian Poe Markham takes the job at Thornchapel, she only wants two things: to stay away from Thornchapel’s tortured owner, Auden Guest, and to find out what happened to her mother twelve years ago. It should be easy enough—keep her head down while she works in the house’s crumbling private library and while she hunts down any information as to why this remote manor tucked into the fog-shrouded moors would be the last place her mother was seen alive. But Thornchapel has other plans for her...

As Poe begins uncovering the house’s secrets, both new and old, she’s also pulled into the seductive, elegant world of Auden and his friends—and drawn to Auden’s worst enemy, the beautiful and brooding St. Sebastian. And as Thornchapel slowly tightens its coil of truths and lies around them, Poe, Auden and St. Sebastian start unravelling into filthy, holy pleasure and pain. Together, they awaken a fate that will either anoint them or leave them in ashes…

From the author of the USA Today bestselling New Camelot series comes an original fairy tale full of ancient mysteries, lantern-lit rituals, jealousy, money, murder, sacred torment, and obsessions that last for lifetimes...

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Personal note: I loved, like really really loved this book. It isn't like any other book that I've read before, and now I can't wait to read the next book (that I may, or may not, have bought already).

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The story continues on A FEAST OF SPARKS, already released. You can buy it on your favorite retailer, I'm getting mine on Amazon.

, by Miriam Meza

In #NewRelease, Amazon

#NewRelease SINFUL RHYTHMS by Hazel Jacobs

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In #CoverReveal, Contemporary Romance

#CoverReveal DELUDE by Jacob Chance

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In #NewRelease, Ardent Prose PR

#NewRelease BLACKWOOD by Celia Aaron

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I dig. It’s what I do. I’ll literally use a shovel to answer a question. Some answers, though, have been buried too deep for too long. But I’ll find those, too. And I know where to dig—the Blackwood Estate on the edge of the Mississippi Delta. Garrett Blackwood is the only thing standing between me and the truth. A broken man—one with desires that dance in the darkest part of my soul—he’s either my savior or my enemy. I’ll dig until I find all his secrets. Then I’ll run so he never finds mine. The only problem? He likes it when I run.

Author’s Note: This is a mystery/suspense romance with violence and explicit sex. Trigger warning.

“You can’t keep me here,” I said with far more bravado than I felt. “I refuse to be held prisoner by a psycho in need of a shower and shave.”

He laughed, this time the sound rich and sultry. It reverberated inside my chest. Something about it reminded me of the forest, the way the sunrise warmed it but couldn’t quite reach its dark heart.

“You don’t like my beard?” He sat next to me, much closer this time.

My pulse ratcheted up, and I took in a quick breath.

“Well?” He grinned and took my wrist.

I tried to pull it away, but his grip was like an iron shackle. He eased the back of my hand down his cheek. “Not so bad, is it?”

It wasn’t. Not exactly soft, it felt thick and masculine. Rich. “What are you doing?” I leaned back until I pressed up against the headboard.

He moved closer, his woodsy scent a mix of smoke and soap. Maybe he didn’t need a shower after all. I didn’t turn away, not even when his lips were only inches from mine.

“I just wanted to see.” His eyes flickered to my lips.

“You’re about to see what a vicious head butt looks like.” My rapid pulse infected my voice, making it quaver.

“Yeah?” He squeezed my wrist harder. “I don’t believe you.”

“Fuck you.” I stared into his eyes, searching the stormy irises for some way to solve the enigma of Garrett Blackwood.

He smirked again, just the slightest quirk of his lips, then leaned back and released my wrist. The air cooled between us, and goose bumps rose along my bare arms.

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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In #NewRelease, Banned

#NewRelease BANNED by Cara Chance

Banned

by Cara Chance

Genre: Erotica

Release Date: November 24th (*)

* This book was previously introduced as STEPDADDY STRIPPER by the name was changed to met the new Amazon guidelines.

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Synopsis:

It was only supposed to be an innocent girl’s night out with friends. How was I to know the sexy tattooed, bad boy I hooked up with was my soon to be Stepdaddy?

Gabe is hot as sin and his touch burns me in places no man’s ever been. I wanted him to be my first; I fantasized about how it would be, but now I need to keep my distance. I know how wrong my feelings for him are, but they won’t go away no matter how hard I try to suppress them.

He wants me and I don’t know how much longer I can resist him.

Excerpt:

Gabe’s fingers move over to rest right over my slit. My hot pink satin panties are the only thing keeping him from fingering me right now. Oh my God. I grab my glass of ice water and chug it. I know my face is flushed bright red. I need to cool off the fire he’s set inside my pussy and drinking water’s not going to do it. I grip his wrist and remove his hand and push my chair back.

“I’m not feeling well,” I blurt out as I turn and walk from the room. I climb the stairs as quickly as I can and open the door to my old bedroom. It still looks like it did when I lived at home. I’m surprised my mom hasn’t turned it into something else by now. I lay down on my bed and tell myself to calm down, but it’s no use. My pussy is throbbing. I need to come and I can’t go back down there until I take care of it.

I undo the button on my shorts and quickly unzip them. My hand immediately slides down into my panties and moves back to my entrance. I’m so wet it’s dripping everywhere. I circle my finger around the outer edge of my pussy and then move up to play with my clit. I start out moving slowly around it, my eyes closed, imagining it’s Gabe’s thick fingers. I have to bite my lip to hold in my moans. The thought of him touching me like this has me so turned on, I know it won’t be long until I explode.

The bed dipping next to me has my eyes flying open and my mouth too. “Gabe what the hell are you doing here? Ever heard of knocking?”

He lays on his side facing me and leans on his elbow. “Here let me help you with that.” His hand slips inside my panties before I even realize what he’s doing. I can’t even object because the pleasure his touch brings me is so powerful it’s all I can think of. I’m totally consumed by his finger in my pussy and his thumb flicking over my clit.

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, by Miriam Meza

In Celia Aaron, Contemporary Romance

#NewRelease TEMPTING EDEN by Celia Aaron

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A modern re-telling of Jane Eyre that will leave you breathless...

Jack England

Eden Rochester is a force. A whirlwind of intensity and thinly-veiled passion. Over the past few years, I’ve worked hard to avoid my passions, to lock them up so they can’t harm me—or anyone else—again. But Eden Rochester ignites every emotion I have. Every glance from her sharp eyes and each teasing word from her indulgent lips adds more fuel to the fire. Resisting her? Impossible. From the moment I held her in my arms, I had to have her. But tempting her into opening up could cost me my job and much, much more.

Eden Rochester

When Jack England crosses my path and knocks me off my high horse, something begins to shift. Imperceptible at first, the change grows each time he looks into my eyes or brushes against my skin. He’s my assistant, but everything about him calls to me, tempts me. And once I give in, he shows me who he really is—dominant, passionate, and with a dark past. After long days of work and several hot nights, I realize the two of us are bound together. But my secrets won’t stay buried, and they cut like a knife.

Stand-alone.

She took a small step toward me, invading my space. I looked down into her green eyes, giving her stare right back to her until she blinked. Something more than air existed in the space between us. I wanted to grab her waist, to link myself to her somehow. I wanted to claim her, to show her which one of us was truly in charge.

I maintained my stance.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” she asked.

“Not even a little bit.”

She had no idea. The things I could do to her. The things I’d already done to her in my mind while I lay awake in the apartment behind Ms. Temple’s house every night. It wasn’t some ridiculous fantasy where the secretary bangs the boss. It was her. Something about her that I couldn’t quite define, but that I wanted, all the same.

“Does the way I do business bother you? The way I speak to you?”

I shook my head. “This is a job. You pay me to assist you. I’ll do that in any way I can.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You think this conversation is between a boss and her subordinate?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. My face must have reflected my confusion.

She dropped her arms before reaching up and smoothing a few stray strands from her face. “I realize I pay you, that you work for me. But ever since that first day, when you won the business from Poole, I haven’t seen you as a subordinate. Can I teach you things? Yes. Do I have more experience? Yes. But you have certain intangibles, things I haven’t seen in any of the others in your position. Don’t sell yourself short.”

She couldn’t have surprised me more if she’d backhanded me and spit in my face. Actually, that would have been easier for me to process. This way of hers, the ability to put me at ease while simultaneously stunning me, made me wonder if she was gaming me somehow. But her frank gaze said differently. The truth was there in her eyes.

She reached past me and hit the button to open the doors. “Let’s get some lunch.”

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

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, by Miriam Meza