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♡ Series Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Caged Series by Shay Savage @savage7289 @RSofRomance




Liam & Tria's gritty love story concludes in RELEASED!

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Released
Caged #3
by
Shay Savage





✾ Synopsis ✾


Oblivion is a sweet, sweet place.

No pain. No disturbing thoughts of the past. No guilt from my recent actions.

Deep down, there is still a part of me that knows how screwed up I am. I don't see a way out, not now. Tria's gone, and the possibility of her forgiving me in my current state is exactly zero. I know I have to pull myself together, accept my responsibilities, and try to make amends, but I have no idea where to start.

No job. No apartment. I'm living on the streets with the other junkies. As little as I had to offer Tria before, I have nothing to give her now. The only way out is to come clean and tell Tria the truth about my past, but the idea of reliving the memories is so painful, I can't think about it long enough to figure out a solution.

I've hit rock bottom, and I don't even know which way is up any more.












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I reached out and touched the edge of the pillow. It was insanely soft and warm. I stroked it, and images of Tria's breasts crawled through my head, making me smile. I stroked my cock as I thought about her, but I couldn't come.

I could hear a voice in the other room, but it didn't concern me, so I didn't move. Through heavy eyelids, I watched the piles of dirty laundry all over the floor. I found shapes of animals in the patterns, just like cloud pictures.

"The beans are gone."

I rolled my head to the side and looked up at Krazy Katie's face. I smiled and tried to say something, but my tongue wasn't cooperating. I focused on her eyes as they stared down at me quizzically.

"Trains need an engineer," Krazy Katie said.

"It's okay," I said. My tongue still felt weird, all numb and heavy. I twisted it around in my mouth, and it tickled my teeth. I blinked a couple of times before looking back at my neighbor. "I got the helm. I'm all good."

Did trains have a helm, or was that just boats? I laughed.

Krazy Katie covered her eyes with one hand. I could see her chest rising and falling as she took long breaths. I started counting slowly in my head but quickly forgot the number.

"Left the station," she said quietly. "No engineer. Kicked in the caboose. Nothing but tracks."

She turned in slow motion, and I watched vapor trails of her dull blue T-shirt swirl around the room as she left. I heard the window slide shut and then silence.

"I'm all good," I whispered.

There was no reply.

Even though my arms and legs were way too content to be bothered with moving, I shoved myself out of bed anyway. My rig was sitting on the kitchen table, all ready to go. I was still pretty high, but I could feel darkness closing in around me, and I didn't want it.

I wanted warmth and happiness.

Plastic tube, arm slap, needle prick.

"Like a fucking pro."

I lay my head on the table as the fluid sensations rippled through me. Tria didn't matter. She'd forgive me in time. In fact, she was probably already over it. How could she not be?

"I'm good. Really, I am."

I was never one to lie to myself, but it was getting easier all the time.








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Takedown
Caged #1
by
Shay Savage





✾ Synopsis ✾


This is not made for TV. This is the raw, brutal underground of no-holds-barred combat. Inside the cage there is nothing but me and the pain I inflict on those who dare enter. In the cage, I never have to worry about anyone but myself. Yet, when she began standing outside of the cage, everything changed. I was no longer fighting for the money or the glory – I was fighting for her.












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"Are you just stupid?" I probably would have gone on, but she wrapped her arms around herself and glared up at me.

"Stop yelling at me!" she screamed. She turned away, but I saw her reach up with the back of her hand to swoop underneath her eyes.

Shit.

I turned slightly away from her and practically bit down on my tongue to keep myself from saying anything else. I brought my fisted hands up against my stomach and tried to pull the tension inside of myself, work through it, and calm down. I could hear her crying combined with choked breaths and sniffles.

"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath. I was starting to come off the fighting high I had been on — the tears might have helped with that — and my stomach felt tight.

After three long, deep breaths, I looked back to the girl on the ground and saw her frantically rubbing at her eyes and cheeks. She didn't look at me as she reached out and pulled her mostly empty bag close to her. She looked inside and then looked around her at all her things on the ground.

"Sorry," I mumbled. I wasn't all that great at apologies, and I figured now wasn't going to be much different. I'd obviously upset her with all my shitty comments, though. "I didn't mean to... I just..."

I stopped talking. I didn't know what to say, and I felt bad about yelling at her. She looked at me all red-eyed with tears staining her cheeks.

"Just don't do that shit anymore." I let out a big sigh.

She nodded once and then reached out to grab something off the ground near her and shoved it back into the bag. From the amount of stuff scattered all over the street, my estimate on the size of the so-called purse wasn't too far off. There was an umbrella, a little flashlight, a bunch of tubes and bottles, and at least a half dozen pens. As I looked around some more, I saw a small notebook, a paperback book, keys, a bottle of hand lotion that was nowhere near travel sized, a stack of tissues wrapped up in a Ziploc bag, two sets of earbuds, and a checkbook. There was also a whole pile of ponytail holders, bobby pins, and those little hair-holder-things that looked like teeth.

There was shit from her bag from one side of the fucking street to the other.

She started crawling around, gathering it all up, and cramming it back inside, which gave me a fabulous view of her ass in the short-shorts style waitress uniform the place up the street usually demanded. I could kind of see how she might have thought she could use the bag as a weapon — there had been more stuff in there than really should have been able to fit. I looked around on the ground to see if there was an actual kitchen sink, or at least part of one, but I didn't see anything metal. There was something that looked like a small rock, though.

"How do you even carry that thing around?" I asked.

"What?"

"That... that purse-bag-thingy there," I said, pointing and shaking my finger at it. I wouldn't have admitted it, but the whole idea of the thing scared me, and I wasn't sure why. I felt like if I got too close to it I might get sucked in, never to be seen again. "It's insane."

Her eyes became little slits as she looked up to me.

"There is nothing wrong with my purse!" she growled.

"It's huge," I said.

"It has everything I need in it."

"It has everything you and ten of your friends could need for a week," I replied with a laugh. "I know there are people who carry Chihuahuas in their purse, but you could fit a Dane in there."








Trapped
Caged #2
by
Shay Savage





✾ Synopsis ✾


Bizarre rituals on a remote island in Maine.
My crazy neighbor lying naked in the produce section of a grocery store.
The sting of a knife as it slices through my flesh.
Now I know why they say life is never easy.
The soft touch of Tria's hand against my chest is the only thing that keeps me going, but there are consequences. As a fighter, I should be able to deal with anything life throws at me, but there is one circumstance I simply can't handle.
I only have one coping mechanism: a tube around my arm and a needle in my vein.












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I felt my body tighten at her touch, and my skin tingled as her fingers moved over my chest and down to my abs. She took one finger and slid it over the ridge of each muscle. I caught her under her chin with my fingers and brought her mouth back to mine.

Open mouthed, I moved from her lips, up the line of her jaw, to her ear, and back again. With my free hand, I crept from her hip up her side, and my thumb stroked the skin of her stomach. I felt her hand over mine.

I started to pull away, assuming her intent was to tell me to stop, but her grip on my fingers tightened. Opening my eyes, I looked down at her and watched her tongue dart out over her lips before she slowly pushed my hand upwards.

"You sure?" I breathed, hating myself for even asking the question instead of jumping on the opportunity. In response, Tria rose up just enough to pull her shirt up over her head.

My cock tried to jump right through the material of my jeans to tit fuck her right there in her bra.

I had to physically restrain myself from the action as she settled back above me on her knees. The bra itself wasn't unfamiliar — I'd seen all of her clothes in the drawers before — but having the lacy white material wrapped around her smooth breasts laid out before me was completely different.

I sat up and moved her with me until she was flat on her back on the couch, and I was hovering over her. I moistened my lips as I gazed down at the pale flesh before me with only a slight curve visible at the top of the lacy front.

As slowly as I could endure, I traced her skin from the edge of the thin strap around her shoulder and down to the mound of flesh against the lace edge. Barely touching her, I outlined from one edge over the curve, down into the slight dip, and back over again. My fingertip completed the trek back up to her other shoulder, and then began to make its way down again.

Once it hit the center of the dip again, I fanned out my fingers — still keeping my touch ultra-light — and stroked slowly toward the outside of her breast. I could feel my own breathing increasing in tempo with hers as I touched her through the thin material. I mimicked the motion with my other hand and the other breast, leaning in to kiss her shoulder as I moved.








✿ The Author ✿


Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms - especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich - and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.



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♡ Release Day Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Illusive (Storm MC #6) by Nina Levine @NinaLWriter





BOOK SIX IN THE BESTSELLING STORM MC SERIES by Nina Levine is LIVE!!!

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Illusive
Storm MC #6
by
Nina Levine





✾ Synopsis ✾


He's been burnt by love.

Griff Hawkins keeps his pain locked away and the ghosts of his past buried even deeper. Three years ago, he chose the Storm MC as his family and accepted the ways of their violent world. These days, he lives his life with one rule – don't get attached to anyone but his club.

She longs to be loved.

Sophia Barnes aches to know real love, and lives her life with arms wide open, ready to embrace the possibilities that come her way.

When Griff's past is exposed and his place in the club is jeopardised, he fights for his family the only way he knows how, regardless of the consequences. That is, until he meets the woman who brings him to his knees, giving him something to lose.

Can they teach each other to leave the sins of the past behind or will Griff's demons dictate their future?










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His strokes were slow and rhythmic, designed to work a woman to a crazed state. I should know because he was slowly taking me there. He didn't want me to come yet, but that was getting harder and harder with each new round of pleasure. Each time a wave crashed over me, my muscles threatened to let my body collapse onto the bed. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold myself up.

And not to reach out and touch him? That was a whole other level of how-the-fuck-will-I-make-it-through-this?

He pushed another finger inside so I now had two delivering me heaven. I writhed under his touch, my muscles seriously beginning to tire. My eyes squeezed close and my fingers curled into a ball, wanting desperately to cling to something, but unable to latch onto anything the way they were tied. The orgasm that continually tried to shatter me, moved dangerously close until it reached the point where I thought I could no longer fight it.

"Griff, I can't... I can't do this anymore." I panted as my muscles gave way and my body dropped to the bed.

His fingers left me, and in what felt like a split second, he had me flipped onto my stomach, and he'd moved so his knees were on the bed, either side of my legs. One of his hands landed on the bed beside me while he placed the other one on my back. He growled into my ear, "Do you know what happens when you don't obey me, Sophia?"

My breathing had turned into pants and my muscles were screaming at me, all while my pussy pulsed with need. "No," I managed to get out, even though I struggled to form a thought while my mind tried to deal with all my senses at once.

"When you don't do as I say, I get to punish you, in any way I want."





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Storm
Storm MC #1
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Fierce
Storm MC #2
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Storm MC #3
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Storm MC #4
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Storm MC #5
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Storm MC #4.5





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Illusive
Storm MC #6
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Command
Storm MC #7
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USA Today Bestselling Author Nina Levine, is an Aussie author who writes stories about alpha men and the strong, independent women they love.

When she isn't creating with words, she loves to create with paint and paper. Often though, she can be found curled up with a good book and some chocolate.

I love to chat with the readers of my book so please visit me or contact me here:



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♡ Release Day Launch + #Giveaway ♡ Heart-Shaped Hack by Tracey Garvis Graves @tgarvisgraves @InkSlingerPR




Heart-Shaped Hack
by
Tracey Garvis Graves

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 25th 2015





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When Kate Watts abandoned her law career to open a food pantry in Northeast Minneapolis, she never dreamed it would be this difficult. Facing the heartbreaking prospect of turning hungry people away, she is grateful for the anonymous donations that begin appearing at the end of each month. Determined to identify and thank her secret benefactor, she launches a plan and catches Ian — a charismatic hacker with a Robin Hood complex — in the act.

Ian intrigues Kate in a way no man ever has. But after learning he's snooped around on her personal computer, she demands retribution. Impressed with her tolerance and captivated by her spirit, he complies and begins to slowly charm his way past her defenses. Time spent with Ian is never boring, and Kate soon finds herself falling for the mysterious hacker.

But Ian has enemies and they're growing restless. In the hacking world, exploiting a target's weakness is paramount, and no price is too high to stop an attack. And when Kate learns exactly how much Ian has paid, she'll discover just how strong her love is for the man who has hacked his way into her heart.












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"Oh, hi," she said.

"Imagine running into you here."

"This is quite a coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence at all. I knew you were following me."

"You did not."

"I spotted you hiding behind the plant when I walked into the bank. Plus I could smell your perfume as soon as I stepped out here."

"Did you" — she used her fingers to make little air quotes — "appropriate money from this bank?" she whispered.

"Of course not. I do all my work from the Batcave. Believe it or not, I actually bank here. I was just signing some papers."

Kate had never seen a man look so utterly scrumptious while wearing glasses. There was something about the combination of his hair, his scruff, and the semi-rimless designer frames that made him irresistible. "Are the glasses a disguise? Because I totally knew it was you."

"The glasses are real. I often suffer from eyestrain since I spend so much time on the computer, and I was up late last night, working."

"They make you look very smart." She took a moment to imagine how his scruff would feel rubbing against her skin if he were to kiss her.

"I am smart, but I think you mean devastatingly handsome. More so than normal, that is."

"You're so humble."

"Ready?" He walked to the door and held it open for her.

"Yes."

"Follow me." He looked at her and laughed. "That shouldn't be a problem for you."

They took the elevator to the basement, and when the doors opened to the parking garage, Kate followed Ian to a row of cars. He stopped beside one and pulled a set of keys from his pocket.

She gasped.

Ian smiled. "It's a—"

"1964 Shelby Daytona Cobra Coupe."

"'65. But color me impressed."

"My brother Chad was obsessed with this car. He used to have a poster of it on his bedroom wall. There were only six built between 1964 and 1965."

"A bit rare indeed."

The last authentic Shelby had sold at auction for around seven million. Ian's was obviously a replica, of which there were quite a few, but it was still a very notable vehicle with a price tag that started in the low six figures. "Helena called it an old blue car."

He grinned, looking contemplative. "Technically, that is correct."

Kate could not resist running her hand lightly over the Guardsman Blue paint and the white racing stripes on the hood. The Shelby was unmistakably race-car-like in appearance with its aerodynamic design and unique body style. Chad was going to be so jealous. "For someone who values his privacy, isn't this a bit ostentatious?"

"How so?"

"Rakishly handsome playboy who makes grand philanthropic gestures and drives a flashy car. Any of this ringing a bell?"

"Rakishly handsome playboy?"

"Well, if the Prada loafer fits. Wouldn't you fly under the radar more easily in, say, a Ford Focus?" she asked.

"A Ford Focus? You want me to tool around town in a Ford Focus? Jesus, would I still have my balls?"

"No, they cut them off when they hand you the keys. Of course you'd still have your balls. What kind of question is that? This conversation has gotten way off track."

"You mean because we started out talking about my car and now we're talking about my balls?"

"Are we?"

"I believe so."

"Maybe we should go back to talking about your car."

"You want to drive it, don't you?"

"Why would I want to drive your car?"

"Why wouldn't you want to drive my car? Can you handle a stick shift?"

"Yes, and rather competently I might add."

"That's an enormous turn-on. Truly."

She pretended not to hear him. "This is not a good car for Minnesota winters."

"Horrible, I agree. My other car has four-wheel drive, but it's not nearly as fun to operate as this one." Ian dangled the keys in front of her.

He was right. Kate was dying to drive his car and couldn't wait to see how it handled. She took the keys, opened the door, and reached over to unlock the passenger side for Ian. They belted up, and she started the car.

"Please note that I'm already making good on my promise, Katie. Because I assure you, driving this car will be the opposite of boring."








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Tracey Garvis Graves is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author. Her debut novel, On the Island, spent 9 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list, has been translated into twenty-seven languages, and is in development with MGM and Temple Hill Productions for a feature film. She is also the author of Uncharted, Covet, Every Time I Think of You, and Cherish.

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