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♡ Book Tour + #Giveaway ♡ Crush (The Tainted Love Duet #2) by Kim Karr @AuthorKimKarr @RSofRomance




♡ A STORY OF TAINTED LOVE ♡
The story continues, Will Love Conquer All?

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Crush
The Tainted Love Duet #2
by
Kim Karr

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designe by: Hang Le

Release Date: November 16th 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


The danger isn't over.

It's only just begun.

Circumstances brought them together and their undeniable connection won't let them part. But when the past and the present collide, emotions run high — things are said, lines are crossed, and rules are broken. Both focused on crushing the enemy, the retribution is almost too much to bear. Still, there's no undoing what has already been done, and every action has a consequence.

He loves her and she loves him, but love isn't a shield.

Sometimes your only choice is the one you'd rather not make. Pushed to the limit, the tainted love of Logan and Elle is in jeopardy. With outside forces driving a wedge between them, they have to dig deep within their souls to release the ghosts of their pasts, and fight even harder for what neither knew they needed — each other.

Can love really conquer all?

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✿ Excerpt ✿


Elle Sterling

The coolness of the night air had begun to set in. With the suddenly harsher wind, Lindsay and I both felt the chill and even in our heels, we hastened our pace.

As soon as we walked into the hotel suite, I was assaulted by the tang of a sticky, sweet scent. It was the smell of pot. Never one to try it myself, in my travels I'd come across many people who had. Moldy grass was how I'd always described the smell.

Lindsay shot me a glance and confirmed my suspicion.

Hard rock blared through the open space. The patio doors were open and I saw the back of two heads flopped on the lounge chairs. Even over the music, I heard laughter rumbling into the room. I was glad that at least Logan was upbeat.

Lindsay started for them and looked at me. "Shhh."

I followed, keeping my mouth shut.

We both approached, eager to see our men, but stopped at the edge of door to watch them. They were playing cards and a baggie of pot was on the floor.

James had changed and was now wearing sleep pants and a T-shirt. He had a cigar gripped between his teeth while he tossed two piles of cards onto the table between them.

Logan was still in his suit pants but had removed everything else. Everything. Outside in his pants only, I wondered how he wasn’t freezing until I looked up and saw the heat lamps were on.

"Baby, you're going to stink," Lindsay said loudly, breaking the silence.

Both men jerked their heads back.

The smile that spread across Logan's face was slow and seductive.

Sexy.

The sight of him dried my throat and made my heart pound. Right then I didn't care about anything but comforting him through kisses.

Lindsay was still talking, saying something about the rancid smell of the cigar.

Me, I was already leaning over Logan and placing my lips very close to his. "Are you okay?"

"I am now."

"You sure?"

He nodded and said, "Don't listen to James. He likes to be a drama queen."

"I heard that."

Ignoring James, Logan gave me a single tug and pulled me onto his lap. I found myself provocatively straddling him. His cards fell to the floor, but I heard no one complain. And then his hands anchored my hips as his mouth attacked mine, while my hands gripped his shoulders for support.

"Where are your clothes?" I managed to ask.

The corners of his lips tilted up. "We had a small wrestling match and my shirt took the brunt of the action."

I laughed.

Boys will be boys.

My dress had ridden up and if anyone was looking, they could see my panties. I just didn't care enough right then to see what James and Lindsay were doing.

I should have cared. I should have cared just how inebriated or high Logan was. I should have, but his primal response to my presence did something to me that made me want to be what he needed. Made me want to be wild and free for once in my entire life.

Maybe it was the Lindsay effect.

His kiss traveled from the corner of my mouth, along my jaw, to my throat.

My hands moved higher to toy with his hair behind his neck.

His teeth were sharp as they skidded across my skin, but the soft heat from his tongue soothed the burn.

I turned my head to give him full access, and that was when I saw Lindsay's head moving towards James's lap.

Again, I should have cared, but I just didn't.

I wasn't sure if Logan noticed, but he turned my chin to look at him. "We should go home," he slurred. The way his eyes flickered over me so intensely made the idea of waiting for a cab and then riding home in one seem like it would take a lifetime.

With my hands flat on his bare chest, I found myself scooting up his body, stopping only when the soft fabric of my wet panties aligned perfectly with the tented fabric of his slacks. "I want you now," I whispered.

Logan's tongue flicked out to wet his lips. "I'm drunk, probably not the best idea."

I raised myself ever so slightly and lowered my body, making the most exquisite contact with his erection. "I'm not and you seem just fine."

His hand stroked my hair and pulled out the clip holding it up. "You want this? Here?"

My breath was wild. My nipples taut. My clit was pulsing. I realized I was excited. "Yes, I want you to take me here."

His gaze slid to the side and so did mine. James was thrusting into Lindsay's mouth. "James!" Logan shouted.

A grunt was his only reply.

"Hurry up and get the fuck inside, will you."

Again, a grunt was his response.

Logan's attention back on me, his hands threaded through my hair and slid over my shoulders and down my arms to capture my hands. He pressed our palms together so that our fingers were linked and drew in a shuddering breath. "You're so beautiful. You know that?"

"I love you." I'm not sure why I felt compelled to tell him that, but the way he looked at me when I did made me feel like we’d both found true love in each other, and all the worries that messed with my thoughts evaporated as his gaze flared. All that mattered was him. Comforting him. Getting him through this. Being here — for him.

He brought me to him with a hand to the back of my head, holding me in place while he kissed me breathless, maybe hard enough that he might have bruised my mouth.

Again, I didn't care.

The kiss went on and on and when he finally pulled away, I hadn't had nearly enough of him. It was when my eyes fell to the bag of joints on the ground that I realized Logan did not taste of thyme or moldy grass or smell like skunk, and I was a little glad that he hadn't gotten high. I had a feeling he had struggled with drugs during his life and with my own father being an alcoholic, I was all too familiar with the claim that addictive habits were hereditary.

Another sideways glance on his part had my gaze following. "Finally," he muttered. The lounge beside us was now empty, as was the living area. James and Lindsay must have gone into the bedroom. Logan must have been waiting for them to leave.

Knowing we were alone, lust won out over good sense and I stood and stripped myself naked.

Logan drew in a shuddering breath and stood as well, shedding his pants and underwear quickly.

I stared at him, naked and beautiful, and licked my lips. That card I'd seen in the store came to mind. Just because my issues might never allow me to be submissive didn't mean I couldn't be the dominant type.

He held out his hand for me to take it and instead I pointed to a chair next to the lounger. "Sit down."

"Don't you want to go inside?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, sit down."

He raised a brow.

I kept my finger pointed.

No one could see us up this high and with the heat lamps on, something about fucking outside felt incredibly erotic.

A slow, seductive smile spread across his lips, and as he sat his eyes looked like dark flames. The hazel was gone, replaced by dilated pupils that bled pure lust.

Since I was already drenched, he easily slid inside me as I sat on his cock.

The sensation of him filling me made me shout out, and Logan wasn't exactly quiet himself. I heard pleasurable groans escape his throat.

This was what we both needed.

Each other.

I just hoped it would be like this forever.

My hands were not bound but they gripped the chair, my back was to his chest, and my legs were spread wide. I was open to him. Fully and completely open to him. In this position, I was his to do with whatever he pleased.

It was then I realized that in our relationship we didn't need a dominant or a submissive. We only needed each other.

And as his palm found my breast and his fingers pressed against my clit, I closed my eyes and relished what I had with him.

For us... give and take was all we needed.








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An Undeniable Love
A Tainted Attraction
An Unforgettable Story
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Blow
The Tainted Love Duet #1
by
Kim Karr

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designe by: Hang Le

Release Date: September 21st 2015





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✿ The Author ✿


I live in Florida with my husband and four kids. I've always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, I wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. I went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise my family. I currently work part-time with my husband and full-time embracing one of my biggest passions — writing.



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♡ Release Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ With Gratitude and Love by Skye Turner @skyeturner_auth @givemebooksblog




With Gratitude and Love
by
Skye Turner

Genre: Contemporary/Military Romance

Release Date: November 19, 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


Bestselling romance author, Maloree Arceneaux's steamy stories have created dedicated fans around the world, though in reality her love life is lackluster at best. The troops are important to her and she's always supported them in whatever way she can.

Cord Hoffman is a Sergeant with the United States Army who is stationed overseas. Joining the Army straight out of high school, he's always envisioned the military would be not only his career, but his life.

Fighting for his country is something Cord takes great pride in, though being single and away from family is starting to take a toll on him.

One fateful day, Cord receives a thoughtful gift of a simple cup of coffee from a stranger through the Java for a Joe program. After reaching out to the sender, an unlikely friendship is formed.

As time passes, Maloree and Cord's friendship progresses across the miles and feelings blossom.

When granted leave for the holidays, Cord decides to seek Maloree out.

Will two people who found each other through the words of a simple gesture, sent from a world away, have a real chance at love once they're face to face? Or will their romance be tucked away as a beautiful memory along with the letters signed... With Gratitude and Love...









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✿ Excerpt ✿


© Skye Turner 2015


Chapter One

Maloree

Dear Service Member,

I hope that this message finds you well. It's such a small token of my appreciation for all that you and those who serve beside you do, but it's all I can send from the home front.

I'm writing to you from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I'm an author and while it seems like such a meaningless task to some, to me it's so fulfilling. I create elaborate romance stories for readers around the world who pick up my books. The fact that I can create a brief respite for those who read my written words and involve them in my stories and characters is very rewarding.

Though not nearly as rewarding as what you do.

I'm sorry, I'm rambling.

I simply wanted to send you this cup of coffee (or tea, hot chocolate, iced coffee, etc.) to show that I'm thinking of all of you back home. You're service and sacrifice is noted and appreciated. At least by me.

I sincerely appreciate your sacrifice in leaving those you love behind to serve and protect our country and our freedoms. It's because of you and those who came before you that I am able to chase my dreams and live my life free in the country I love.

I'll send this off now, but again, thank you for your service.

With Gratitude and Love,

Maloree Arceneaux

Baton Rouge, Louisiana


Just as I'm hitting "Send" on the message and sending another Java for a Joe, my personal assistant, Beth, pops her head into my office. "Mal, do you have those chapters done? I can get started on reading through them if you have them ready." Her reminder is not really needed, but I do appreciate the way she keeps me on task.

I nod as she asks, "Do you think you'll make your deadline?"

Turning in my chair to face her, I pop my back and stretch my arms high above my head. Moaning as it alleviates some of the tension residing there, I grunt at her. "I have chapters one through twelve done. They're not edited, so they'll be rough, but I did finish twelve just now." She looks at me and sees my laptop behind my chair.

Her brows raise and she smiles. "That's not the book. You just sent more coffee to the troops?"

I grin. "I did. It's something I can do and the thankful messages I get every week, show me that the gesture is appreciated. Most of them thank me for the coffees and really it's me who's thanking them." I spin back around as my computer makes a whooshing sound to show the transaction has gone through. "It's a two buck cup of coffee. It's nothing for me to send that, yet, they thank me as if I'm sending them boxes of chocolate molten lava cake. It's a great feeling and I'm happy to do it."

Beth leans over my shoulder to glance at my screen. "Send me the link again. I keep saying I need to do this, and then I get caught up in working for you and forget. You slave driver."

I laugh and wave my hand behind me. "Yeah, I'm so harsh. I'll send you the link and then I need to get back to work. This book is not going to write itself. Shoo."

She chuckles as I hear her head for the door. "Hey, do you need a top off on your coffee or are you still good?"

Looking down, I see my empty mug. "I need more. You know java fuels my soul and keeps the words flowing. I’m only at about six cups so far today. You're slacking."

She swoops in and grabs my cup as I once again start to type. "Uh huh. You drink too much coffee, boss."

I grunt, "Nah. No such thing." And once again immerse myself in my story.





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✿ The Author ✿


Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned International Bestselling Author of the Sexy Adult Romance series Bayou Stix, the Romantic Suspense series James Black, and the Erotic Romance Short Story Serial, Dear Diary.

She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately, life intervened and she never finished her studies.

She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, two children, and six fur babies.

When she's not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing ‘Supermom’, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, cooking, baking, crafting, or spending time with those most important to her.

She loves to incorporate pieces of her home state of Louisiana into her writing.



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