I’ve got another hot new release for you today. Epic Love by JJ King is the first in a series of four Romance on the Go™ titles called Masterclass. Sexy professors make all the difference when it’s time to learn…

Epic Love (Masterclass #1) by JJ KingEpic Love (Masterclass #1) by JJ King
Available: March 22, 2017
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77339-223-3

Zoey Matthews’ life is finally back on track after years of pretending to be the perfect suburban wife. She’s doing what she wants now, and has returned to her alma mater to complete a Masters in English literature. Despite trying, she doesn’t quite fit in with her classmates, which is why she’s so excited when her friend Rachel, a professor in the department, introduces her to some of her co-workers.

Dr. Sebastian Lane makes Zoey’s knees go weak the moment she sees him. After years of being lonely, she’s finally found someone who makes her body come to life, so when the sparks fly, she follows where they lead.

Will they lead her on a mysterious adventure or straight into his arms?

[Read an excerpt]

Where to Buy:

Amazon CA
Amazon US
Evernight Publishing

Epic Love (Masterclass #1) by JJ King

Excerpt:

Bash reached out a hand and laced his fingers with hers, pulling her in until the length of her body pressed against his. The nervous anticipation she’d had earlier when she’d thought about being alone with him returned ten-fold. Her heart raced, pumping heated blood through her limbs, lighting her nerves on fire. She folded into him, staring up at him through a haze of lust.

All signs of excitement faded from Bash’s face, replaced by an instant awareness. His mouth slipped open as he gasped in a breath, drawing Zoey’s attention to his beautiful lips.

They were so tempting, firm yet soft, and she knew they were delicious. The tiny taste she’d gotten in the cab now seemed a tease, a promise of more. She raised up on her tip toes and reached for his neck with trembling hands.

Bash met her halfway, scooping her into his arms. He twisted and pressed her against the wall just next to the obscure opening they’d discovered together. She gasped in desire when his big hands delved into her hair, tugging at the roots, as his lips crushed against hers.

He tasted different this time, like the red wine they’d sipped downstairs. But, underneath, was the real flavor, his unique taste, and it drove Zoey wild. She licked out her tongue, lapping at him, wanting to taste all of him, wondering what his body would taste like.

The fine hairs all over Zoey’s body stood on end, straining to be touched. Zoey ground her hips against Bash’s abdomen, urging him on, needing so much more than he was giving at the moment. His response was to tug her hair even harder, to the side, and settle his teeth and lips on her neck.

The feel of his tongue as it slid over the tiny hurt he’d inflicted with his teeth made Zoey cry out. She’d never been a vocal lover, had never been swept away like her favorite heroines in the books she loved to read. Even before Hayden, she’d enjoyed sex, but it hadn’t been mind-blowing or awe-inspiring. This, though, this time would be different. Bash was different.

His torso held her in place as his hands left her hair and began to explore her body. Up and down her length he traveled, touching softly then pulling and grabbing with intent. He moved so quickly, touched so much, that she never had a moment to acclimatize. Zoey’s nerves danced, exploding all over, driving her into a frenzy. She writhed against the wall, clutching at his neck and shoulders, clawing her nails into his skin in desperation.

Bash growled deep in his throat and grabbed her around the waist, lowering her to the floor. Zoey’s legs wobbled as her knees threatened to give way. She sucked in deep gasps of oxygen, trying to understand why Bash had stepped away from her. He crossed the room quickly, his gait a little crooked, and slammed the door to the storage room shut, deftly locking the door.

“I don’t want any interruptions,” he rasped.

Zoey’s heart soared and she ran to him, throwing herself into his open arms and sealing her lips to his. His tongue flicked out to taste her and she bit down on it, then sucked it into her mouth. His arms came around her body and lifted her and then she was being walked backward while he licked and sucked her lips. She yelped and dissolved into giggles when she flew through the air and landed on a couch covered with a white sheet.

Bash’s long body covered her in an instant and his lips returned to hers. His clever hands danced over her clothes, moving down over her hips to the hem of her dress. Zoey threw back her head, encouraging him to move to her neck, one of her favorite erogenous zones, and then sighed in abject pleasure when he licked from her jaw to her clavicle. His teeth grazed the bone there, then moved to her shoulder, making every part of her brain melt. Only one thought remained, that she needed to touch him.

Zoey reached for his sweater and started tugging it over his head. Bash paused from his goal for a moment to tear the offending piece of clothing off his body then tossed it to the floor. She froze. Her entire awareness narrowed and all she could see or hear or know was Bash’s chest. His shoulders were wider than she’d ever seen on a man in real life, then he cut down at an angle to a waist that was…she swallowed hard and reached out tentatively, stroking her fingertips over the indentations his heaving muscles made. Her mouth watered.

A second later, Bash’s fingers grasped the top of her tights, along with her panties, and pulled them roughly down her legs. They stopped abruptly on her shoes and he cursed, then pulled her heels from her feet and shucked her tights, leaving her naked from the waist down and completely ready.

They locked eyes, neither moving as they each breathed raggedly. Bash’s eyes questioned her, asked for permission, as his hand hovered above her junction, waiting to dip into her hot sex.

Zoey looked up at him through half-closed eyes, feeling more desirable than she ever had, and nodded. She opened her legs to accept him.

His eyes stayed on hers as he slipped a finger into her folds and slid against the bundle of nerves there. The sensation was so intense that she mewled and thrust her hips up, begging for more. With a dead sexy grin, Bash let his digits move lower, finding the opening to her body, and thrust inside.

Epic Love (Masterclass #1) by JJ King
For a limited time, get Finding the Right Words by JJ King for .99¢!

Amazon CA
Amazon US
Evernight Publishing

About the Author:

I love writing and reading and eating sushi with friends. A world devoid of my girls is a barren place. My heart lives in my son and with my family, and I love life, and cats, and wine. I write contemporary and paranormal romance, and I love chatting with readers, so check out the links below and swing by for a chat.

Get social with JJ King!
Evernight Author Page | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram

Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Happy release day to Lydia Michaels & Allyson Young! Today I’ve got a look at Lost Together, book #2 in their hot new contemporary series, Degrees of Separation. Check it out!

Lost Together (Degrees of Separation #2) by Lydia Michaels & Allyson Young
Lost Together (Degrees of Separation #2) by Lydia Michaels & Allyson YoungAvailable: March 21, 2017
Publisher: Lydia Michaels & Allyson Young
ASIN: B01N37N5Z4

The second novel in the emotionally compelling trilogy, Degrees of Separation—three lost souls determined to find balance again…

December has vanished. Rejected by her troubled husband, Austin, and pushed, at his insistence, into the arms of his best friend, Cord, she’s uncertain what the future holds. She loves her husband, regardless of his addiction, but she also loves his best friend. At odds with everything she believed to be her traditional reality, she flees the only home she’s ever known.

Heartbroken, Cord does the right thing and confronts his reluctant betrayal of Austin after losing the woman they both love. He takes charge, dragging Austin back from the edge of oblivion, only to find himself plunged deeper into a life of heartache.

On a path to redemption, Austin must not only confront personal truths, but consider the sacrifices necessary to save his marriage and his friendship with Cord.

An unexpected reunion and exposed secrets will either derail or establish their future as one.

WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.

[Read an excerpt]

Where to Buy:

Amazon
Barnes & Noble
iTunes
Kobo

2017 is Looking Rather Sexy... DEGREES OF SEPARATION by Allyson Young and Lydia Michaels

Excerpt:

The second she was gone the asshole in the room spoke up. “You’re wasting your time fighting it.”

His fork clattered to his plate. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop shoving me at your wife!”

Austin stared past Cord, his face filling with concern.

Shit. Ember stood in the doorway, eyes wide, frozen in place, clutching a white frosted cake heaped with strawberries.

Goddamn Austin and his stupid ideas. “Ember—”

“I…I forgot the knife.” She quickly placed the dishes on the table, her steps faltering, and fled to the kitchen.

“Great,” Cord snapped, bunching up his napkin and tossing it on the table. “Enjoy your fucking cake. I’m out of here.”

Austin opened his big mouth, but Cord was done talking to him. Reasoning with Austin was like trying to discuss physics with a chimp. “Shut it, Austin.”

He detoured to the kitchen, unable to take his rage out on her. “Ember, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay.” Her fingers twisted into a dishcloth and then she dashed away a tear.

Fuck. Tears. Not tears! His concern shifted into panic. “It’s not okay. I don’t know what Austin told you—”

“I know what he’s up to. I told him not to do this.”

She fucking knew her husband was messing with him? It didn’t make any sense. “Why is he doing this?”

Now she shrugged. “He’s Austin. Once he gets something in his head…”

Cord rubbed his palm over his face and squeezed. “What does he expect to gain from this? He’s just making an uncomfortable situation worse.”

“He’s trying to fix it. He doesn’t understand, because he wasn’t there. He thinks if we put everything out in the open the guilt will go away. He thinks it’s best to deal with it.”

“Deal with it how?” He wasn’t a fucking puppet Austin could place in whatever position he wanted.

“I don’t know. I barely understand what I’m feeling right now. I can’t pretend to understand what he’s going through. Or you, for that matter.”

All thoughts of her husband vanished as he focused on the ‘f’ word, for his sins. “What are you feeling?”

Her face tightened and her hand pressed into her chest, her eyes betraying her show of bravado. “Here. It hurts. I don’t know how to make it stop, Cord.”

“Hurts how?” He took a slow step closer, keeping his voice low.

Eyes pleading, she looked up at him, her mouth tight with worry. “When I’m near you, my heart beats so fast I’m afraid it’ll explode. But I know I can’t… I can’t express what’s inside of me. Then this unbearable ache takes hold. It just…hurts.”

About the Authors:

LYDIA MICHAELS

Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.

Website | Newsletter | Facebook | Twitter

ALLYSON YOUNG

Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. A best selling Amazon author, she has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres, as well as several novels under a different pen name. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

Website | Facebook | Twitter

Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Happy First Day of Spring! You wouldn’t really know it by looking out the window right now. So how about somthing hot and paranormal to warm things up on this dreary Monday? I’ve got a peek at book #2 in Elyzabeth M. Lavey’s Alpha Protectors series for you, so check it out…

Seamus’s Mate (Alpha Protectors #2) by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Seamus's Mate (Alpha Protectors #2) by Elyzabeth M. VaLeyAvailable: March 15, 2017
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 9978-1-77339-213-4

Kaila is His. His Mate. Forever.

When Seamus discovers Kaila is in danger he sets out to save her. He couldn’t care less that she doesn’t want him there. His objective in life is to love and protect her. Besides, she might refuse to be with him, but her body knows better. With both their lives on the line, she can’t say no to his aid, can she?

For years, she has ignored her feelings. Kaila’s mission was supposed to be easy: enter the demon’s lair and save her sister. Then, he came along. For close to twenty years she has been fighting against the mating pull. She has avoided Seamus at all costs, but now they’re both trapped in hell and she has nowhere to run, except, maybe, into his arms.

[Read an excerpt]

Where to Buy:

Amazon UK
Amazon US
Bookstrand
Evernight Publishing

Seamus's Mate (Alpha Protectors #2) by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Excerpt:

“Wait up, Kaila.”

She didn’t acknowledge him, and he rushed to catch up with her. He grasped her wrist, spinning her around with force.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he asked.

Kaila’s gaze narrowed. Her lips pursed into an ugly grimace.

“Let go of me, Seamus. Why don’t you let this weak human die already?” She poked him in the chest with her index finger. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

Seamus scrubbed a hand over his face. “What is wrong with you? You’re not making any sense. I know you didn’t ask for my help. I gave it freely, but you aren’t going to deny that we are different, are you?”

“Fuck you.”

Blinding rage took over him. Seamus dug his fingers into her arm. He was tired of all this nonsense. He pulled her closer. Her arm shot out to keep him away, but not fast enough. He swooped down and claimed her lips. She gasped, and he seized the chance to push his tongue into her warm recess. He groaned. She tasted better than he remembered. For a brief moment, she grappled with him, attempting to break lose, but he grabbed her arms with ease and held them behind her back.

He twisted his tongue around hers, drawing it out from its reluctance and forcing it to battle with his. Something in his chest tightened as she responded. Yes. He sucked and tugged and demanded more. She gave it to him. Her body arched against his, her mouth seeking his with almost as much desperation as he possessed. His hold on her slackened. He wanted to touch her everywhere. To press his lips to her body and taste every inch of her. His hand trailed to the curve of her ass, then to her waist. Then, bang! Her knee slammed against his leg. He released her, cursing. He’d probably be incapacitated for life if she’d hit her mark.

“Fuck you, Seamus.”

“Whenever you want, babe. I know you’ve got the hots for me, even if you just tried to castrate me and failed miserably.” He laughed.

Kaila spun and walked away from him again. She was probably not trying to be sultry, but her hips swayed in that way that drove a man to stare. She lifted her arm and gave him the finger. He grinned. She was pissed and sexy. He loved it.

Seamus took in a shaky breath. Watching her back on her feet, her spirit alive and surging, was soothing. He rubbed at the spot where she’d kneed him. It hurt, but it was proof that she was herself again, not lying in a puddle of blood, shredded to pieces by a monster. He glanced at the Dream Catcher’s skeleton out of the corner of his eye. He hadn’t told Kaila the details of what he’d suffered inside the beast. The images of her dead body, broken, destroyed. He didn’t wish his worst enemy a fate like that.

He stretched his wings and snapped them back into place. Even they ached. He adjusted his now-flaccid cock and shuddered. He hurried after Kaila. The place appeared deserted. There were no scones in the wall giving off light. Instead, the walls themselves seemed to pulse with energy. They glowed from the inside as if behind them a relentless flame burned. He frowned. He extended his arm and placed his pinkie on the rock. It burned.

“Damn it.” He put the digit in his mouth, hoping to sooth the sting. “Don’t touch the walls, babe. They’re hot.”

Kaila didn’t reply, but she moved a little closer to the center of the path.

Alpha Protectors by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

About the Author:

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’ darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

From the Author

Inspired by some wild countryside, and a rushing river that stormed under a bridge so loudly, I couldn’t hear what a friend said to me, for me this story is as much about nature as love. I’ve always believed there are more things in the elegant stream of life than we know about, and this story is about a young man who loves life so much he finds a way to live it. There are some heartstring tugs in this story, and some hot love scenes, because this is a love story. It’s a journey for both characters, Dane and Zachary to deep, lasting love.

The Night Gardener by E.D. ParrThe Night Gardener by E.D. Parr
Available: March 9, 2017
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77339-202-8

Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, he’s surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.

Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.

He’s the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.

Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?

[Read an excerpt]

Where to Buy:

Amazon
Bookstrand
Evernight Publishing

The Night Gardener by E.D. Parr

Excerpt:

 

The gardener slotted his logs into the spaces between other logs already in the nook bricked into the side of the fireplace. “Zachary Yarrow.”

Dane folded his arms over his body, wishing he’d thought to close the door as chilling air swept along the hall and into the room. “Dane Lovell.”

Zachary stood, having completed his task. “You’re here off season. I guess you know. I always do the gardens off-season—have done for the last—well, for years. When I’m here, I usually stay in this cottage. I guess I need to find somewhere else this time.”

Cold, Dane accepted the information with a nod. “I need to close the door, Mr. Yarrow.” He returned to the back door and closed it up.

Zachary Yarrow had followed. “You can call me Zachary.”

Dane hung around near the back door. The gardener showed no signs of leaving and Dane didn’t know how to be rude enough just to ask him to go.

“It’s way too dark to garden. You’re wet through.” Dane’s gaze ranged over the sodden sweater Zachary wore, and along the rain-darkened jeans covering Zachary’s muscled thighs.

The guy has to be cold. “Can I offer you a cup of coffee?”

Zachary grinned happily. “A cup of coffee, yeah, that will be great, thanks.”

Dane led the way back into the kitchen. “Sit by one of the radiators and try to dry out a little.” He put water to boil and heaped instant into mugs. “I can lend you a dry sweater…”

Zachary leaned close to the radiator. “It’s okay. I’ll drape my sweater on here. It’ll be dry in no time.” He pulled the soggy item over his head and arranged it on the hot metal flutes.

Dane experienced a shock of attraction as he took in the smooth, muscled chest on display when Zachary turned to him.

“Look, it’s already steaming.”

Dane tore his gaze from Zachary’s body and glanced at the sweater. The kettle boiled and he whipped around to make the coffee, thankful for the diversion.

“Do you take sugar or cream?”

Zachary’s voice came from immediately behind him. “Black, thank you, no sugar.”

Dane closed his eyes to dissipate the surprise Zachary’s silent approach gave him. He edged around to face Zachary, who stood so close Dane’s composure flew clean away as his whole body reacted to the proximity of this complete hunk.

Holy hell, he is completely gorgeous. Dane stepped sideways and picked up a mug. He handed it to Zachary. “Coffee, er, sorry, its instant. I’ve given myself a vacation from grounds and filters.” He smiled apologetically.

Zachary studied him for a few seconds.

Dane had the distinct feeling Zachary knew exactly what he was thinking.

COPYRIGHT E.D.PARR 2017 EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING

About the Author:

Find E.D. Parr online: Twitter | Amazon | Blog #1 | Blog #2 | G+ | Manic Readers | TRR

Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail