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♡ Blog Tour ♡ Dear Professor by Blaire Drake @blairedrake @InkSlingerPR #sale #99c




Dear Professor
by
Blaire Drake

Release Date: December 14th 2015





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Dear Professor,

Does it bother you that you're ten years older than me?
Have you ever thought it's wrong that you watched me fuck another guy on camera for months?
What do you want from me, really? All I wanted was my letter of recommendation, but now I'm stuck, aren't I? Stuck under your thumb... And your body.
From cam girl to personal whore, and all by the age of twenty-one. You've got me good, haven't you?
But guess what? I can play too. Grab the polish, because I've found your skeleton, and it's time to dust.
I'll see you in class.
Oh and, Sir? I'm not wearing any panties.

Love, Darcy

P.s. you're an asshole.








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His electric blue eyes focused on me, and in the bright hue of his gaze, the rest of his office seemed to melt away. I had no idea how he kept doing that to me — it was almost as if he were casting a spell over me, hypnotizing me with nothing more than a glance.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest at the lust I saw burning back at me. That hard-edged, animalistic lust that secretly drove me wild. I'd never tell him that. I was certain of it. I'd never give him that much power over me.

He already had enough.

"What's wrong, sir?" I asked as I coyly twirled a piece of my hair around my finger.

"You're starting to piss me off, Darcy," he shot at me. The rough edge to his voice rumbled through the air between us until it hit me full-force. His words crawled over my skin, and each one carried the whispered promise. Or maybe it was a threat; I couldn't tell.

"How can I piss you off? I haven't done anything." It was a petulant response, I knew that, but I didn't care.

He pushed up out of his chair and stalked around his desk. I inhaled sharply, but he swept right past me and toward his door. Just when I thought he might pull it open and send me on my way, he turned the lock.

The click echoed through the air, and it did nothing for the butterflies that were rapidly fluttering in my stomach.

I hated him. It was getting clearer and clearer to me every day. I despised Professor Jordan Keaton, but I also craved him as badly as I needed my next breath.

He didn't look at me as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook on the door. He still didn't look at me as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt and rolled them up to above his elbows. His upper arms seemed to strain against the fabric, his toned biceps becoming delightfully visible.

"Now, let's try this again," he said, his voice deathly low. It scared me and thrilled me all at the same time. "Have a little think, Darcy. Imagine why I might possibly be pissed off with you."

I dropped the lock of hair I was twirling and looked at his pants. The bulge gave his attraction to me away. "I'm standing in front of you as opposed to being on my knees with your cock in my mouth?"

He jerked his head around, piercing me with those eyes. "Keep running your mouth, sweet thing. I dare you."

"Or what? Really, what are you going to do to me in your office, Professor? Give me lines? Make me write an essay on why young ladies should be seen and not heard?"

His jaw ticked, his lips tightening, and he moved toward me so quickly I took a step backward. It was useless, though, like I knew it would be. The grip he had on my wrist was so certain, the tug toward him so strong, that I couldn't fight him.

My body slammed into his, and no sooner had the air rushed from my body than he pulled the skirt of my dress up. Cold air flitted across my bare backside, but it was replaced almost instantly with one sharp smack.

My pussy clenched, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself whimpering. In pain or pleasure — I had no clue.

"That," he growled into my ear. "That is what I'll do if you keep sassing me, Miss Hamilton."

I wondered if he knew how strongly I was considering continuing to sass him just for that purpose. I would do that later — I needed to know what had got him so riled. "Understood," I said in a softer tone. "What did I do?"

He let go of my dress and slid his hand up my back. His breath was hot against my skin as he sunk his fingers into my hair and turned me around so my back was to him. "Last night," he replied, his lips close to my ear. "Your little show."

"That's my job."

He tugged on my hair. "Did you ask me?"

"You're not my boss, Jordan. Neither are you my fucking keeper."

His grip grew tighter, so much so that my head tilted back. "Darcy. Did. You. Fucking. Ask. Me?"

"No," I ground out, my jaw clamped tightly.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you really fucking think I wouldn't know that you were spending your night in front of your camera, with your finger rubbing that little clit of yours?" Roughly, he pushed his hand beneath my dress and teased his fingertips along the line of my panties. "Did you think you'd be able to walk into my classroom today and I wouldn't know that at least one or two of those students hadn't watched you as you fucked your own fingers?"

"No," I breathed out, my lips parting as his hand dipped beneath my panties. The tip of one of his fingers ghosted across my clit, and it sent a bolt of pleasure through me.

"I didn't hear you," he rasped in my ear, flicking his finger across my clit.

"No," I repeat, this time more forcefully. "I knew you would. And I didn't give a shit." I gasped as he pushed down hard on the sensitive spot.

"We made a deal," he reminded me, his tone tight with anger... And thick with desire.

"And you won't let me forget it."

"Damn straight I won't." He pulled his hand from between my legs but kept me in place with his grip on my hair. "Now are you going to renege on it again or are you going to behave yourself?"

"From the man who just had his fingers on a student's clit?"

"You're pushing me, Darcy."

I reached behind me, between us, and cupped his long, hard cock with my hand. The zipper of his pants pushed into my palm, and I traced my thumb down the side of his erection. "I'm not the only thing pushing, am I?"

"Fuck." He hissed the word out, and the next thing I knew, my dress was being lifted up, and he let go of my hair.

My hands slammed against his desk as he bent me forward and moved my panties to the side. He'd barely touched me, but I could feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.

I knew this would be a cold, hard fuck, designed to remind me who I belonged to. Who, for all intents and purposes, owned my body.

It would be a reminder and a punishment, all because I dared to take control of myself for one night and defy him.

Jordan's movements were as smooth as always, and he spread one of my ass cheeks with a strong hand. His fingertips dug in almost painfully, but I didn't care, because I sighed in relief as he pushed his hard, thick cock inside me.

"Now, this is how this is gonna work," he rasped into my ear as he grasped my hair and tugged. "Since you've forgotten, Darcy, you need a reminder, don't you?"

I didn't dare answer. The question was rhetorical. Besides, I was already practically panting from his swift invasion of my body.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck you."

I swallowed and glanced at the shadows of people walking past his office door, a tiny lock and frosted glass providing us limited privacy. I'd known it was coming, sure, but now we were here, silent, and I could hear the people outside...

I couldn't deny the excitement that swept through my body at the thought we could be interrupted any second. That someone could walk right up to this door and probably see the vague silhouette of him fucking me from behind.

I felt dirty, but I liked it.

"And you got it, Darcy." He pulled out and slammed right back into me, making me bite down on my lower lip. "I'm gonna fuck you, and you're not gonna make a sound. Understand?"

I didn't answer for fear that I'd whimper instead of respond yes. I just nodded and sucked my lower lip into my mouth.

"Good girl." The words were but a whisper, but they were two I was becoming rapidly acquainted with.

And worse? I liked it when he said it.

He was reminding me of more than he knew… Like what it meant to fuck because lust was just too strong.

He pulled out of me slowly. With the head of his cock resting at the opening to my pussy, he gripped my ass tightly. "Who do you belong to, Darcy?"

I didn't answer.

The sting didn't surprise me when it came.

"Answer the question."

"You," I whispered.

He gently caressed the spot he just slapped. "And who owns your body, Darcy?" I arched my back as his cock entered me fully. "Who does this tight, wet pussy belong to? Who decides who and what gets to be inside it?"

It... Like it's a tool... Just a toy for his amusement. Just like I am.

"You." There was no other option.

"That's right. You and your wet pussy are mine. I own you, sweet thing. Every single fucking inch of your gorgeous body is mine."

His words... The possessiveness sent thrills through me as he moved inside me. I couldn't deny it. I couldn't deny how fucking turned on they made me, and I hated myself for it. I hated how he commanded my body, and I hated that I let him.

"Now." He stilled, his hand still resting on my ass, and slowly let go of my hair. The raven curls tumbled over my shoulder and onto the desk, and I felt the loss of him before it happened.

He eased out of me, and ever the gentleman, slipped my panties back over me. Great. Now I'd be walking around all day wanting to screw anyone reasonably good looking.

I pushed myself to standing as soon as I heard him take a step to the side. I looked at him just in time to see him zipping his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. His tie hung a little lopsided, and I raised my eyes from his neck.

Our gazes collided with heart-thumping ferocity. The slow, sexy curve of his lips to one side did nothing to calm the quick two-step beat my heart had just taken up, but I didn't dare to look away. Even if I did, I don't think I could have. His eyes were the net, and I was nothing but a tiny fish, tangled up in him.

"Seven o'clock tonight. I'll be waiting."

"What for?" I questioned as he walked toward the door without moving his eyes from mine.

He unlocked the door, and the smirk he shot me was dirty. I sighed and grabbed my purse from the chair, then walked toward him. I reached for the handle at the same time he grabbed my chin.

His mouth touched mine, searing onto my lips with its fierceness.

Another reminder.

He pulled away as briskly as he kissed me, but that still didn't stop me from touching my thumb to my lower lip.

"Remember," he murmured, opening the door. "Seven. Don't be late."





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Blaire Drake is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling author who wanted to think outside her box and write the kind of things that would shock even them. She loves taboo romance and pushing boundaries in her work. She also enjoys long walks on the beach at sunset, as long as it'll be followed by a good, old-fashioned spanking right after.

DEAR PROFESSOR is her debut standalone novel, and her next book, PRETTY PORNSTAR, is also a standalone novel that promises to be equally as taboo and sexy.



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♡ Cover Reveal ♡ Distraction (Underground Kings #3) by Aurora Rose Reynolds @auroraroseR @RSofRomance



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Fall in love with Maggie & Sven in Distraction
by Aurora Rose Reynolds



Distraction
Underground Kings #3
by
Aurora Rose Reynolds

Release Date: Early 2016



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Distraction: The great intensity, novelty, or attractiveness of something other than the object of attention

Sven is a man who takes pride in his ability to separate himself from his emotions. He's a man who knows who he is and where he's going in life, a man who needs no one, because needing someone, anyone, is a weakness.

His past taught him love isn't enough.

Maggie wants the happily ever after, but has never picked the right men, or stuck around long enough, to build a forever. It's always been easier to get out early, before emotions make things messy.

When Maggie wakes up naked in Sven's bed, with no memory of the night before, these two must be honest about their feelings and face their fears, so they can build a future together.

Will love be enough for them to get their happy ending together, or will a threat from outside strike them down before they ever have a chance?














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Assumption
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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.



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♡ Book Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Walking Heartbreak by Sunniva Dee @sunnivaD @XpressoReads




Walking Heartbreak
by
Sunniva Dee

Release Date: December 17th 2015

Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense





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Don't judge me.
I am not what you see.
I am the opposite.
— Nadia's lipstick note on Bo's mirror.

Indie-rocker Bo Lindgren is worshiped for his looks and musical genius. It's been lonely at the top since his ex left. Bo will never take a girlfriend again though, because he doesn't have the chops to love. He knows he's poison, a heartbreak waiting to happen for anyone he allows too close — like his ex. Bo screws his way through the fangirls until he's sick of it all. Until the dark gaze of Nadia Vidal appears in the door to his dressing room.

Saved from an arranged marriage by Jude, the love of her life, Nadia eloped and got married at nineteen. But now, two years later, life is wilted, dead, and not what anyone should have to endure.

Nadia, with her secret-keeper eyes and instant understanding of who Bo is, attracts and fascinates him without even trying. The ring gleaming on her finger should keep them apart, but morals can't always resist destiny.

When brokenhearted meets heartbreaker, whose heart is really at stake?










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BO

Her moods flow in gentle waves. The coffee of her irises swims with sadness then lifts into whiskey gold with the twang of my guitar. Left to ourselves in the back lounge, our silence is sinuous, laced with stories from my hometown, Skala, and Nadia's anecdotes from growing up in a cult. But when we're quiet, my fingers itch and find my guitar. Toy with strings and enunciate emotions she tries to conceal.

Sometimes, my riffs turn to ballads while lyrics splash out in patches of color in my head. Sometimes, when Nadia curves a hip to get comfortable, my gaze float to her waist and shifts to her chest. The game of my chords turns loaded, adding a steady, slow beat, the way I do to make her climb when we're together.

Without words, she still hears my hunger. Watches my fingers work metal strings with a need that becomes X-rated. And she sits up. Joins her legs and lowers her chin to her knees, demure, secretive, hiding behind her hair in shyness and not understanding that she's sexier than ever.

All these females. So many women and vixens with a past, a present, and a future — a full life I never wanted to be a part of. But now, I crave to bury deep under the skin of a single girl who is not single.

It's been a while since I spoke last, so my voice rasps deep when I say, "You kill me."

"I don’t want to kill you. Do you know the person you are? How talented you are? You deserve so much, Bo, you don't even know, and the last thing you need is dead weight like me."





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Sunniva was born in Norway, the Land of The Midnight Sun, but spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece. Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in California, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah. Sunniva has a Master's degree in Spanish, which she taught until she settled in as an adviser at an art college in the South.

Sunniva writes New Adult fiction with soul. Sometimes it's with a paranormal twist, like in Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love. At other times, it's contemporary, as in Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, and now Walking Heartbreak.

Sunniva is the happiest when her characters take over, let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep you on your toes until the end of each story.



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