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Good Lies
Wild Minds #1
by
Charlotte West

Release Date: May 8th, 2017





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If Warren Price was gasoline, I'd be a lit match.

Addison Wanks, rock 'n' roll's favorite daughter, is good at keeping secrets.

Secret One
She's responsible for the long-standing feud between her father's band, Wanks and Janks, and younger band Wild Minds. She may or may not have let Wild Minds' sexy bad-boy lead singer Warren defile her backstage at a concert. Okay, she totally did.

Secret Two
She's supposed to be attending college but instead skips town to follow Wild Minds on their European tour. Addy adores Warren Price.

Secret Three
Europe doesn't go so well. Her sexy lead singer turned out to be king of a**holes. He's arrogant, demanding and controlling. Addy loathes Warren Price. Oh, well.

Secret Four
Fast forward a few years and Addy is planning to attend her father's farewell tour when she hears the news — Wild Minds is back in the good graces of Wanks and Janks. The two bands will be headlining together. This is going to make avoiding Warren difficult. Especially since it seems Warren doesn't want to be ignored. He also doesn't want a divorce. That's right, Addy is married to the Wild Minds front man. Shh. Don't tell.

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Putting my head down, I decided to follow Ash. After all, Warren had said, "Get out," to everybody. I was only respecting his wishes. That was nice of me. Considerate. I'd even collect my bags at a later time. Scratch that. I'd just buy all-new stuff. I'd use Billy's card. He'd like that. Daisy could go shopping with me.

My arm grazed Warren's. Heat pricked along my side at the contact. He stayed as still as a statue, his body taut and tense. He was going to let me pass. Thank you very much. I was almost home free. Until his hand shot out and wrapped around my upper arm, his grip tight enough to halt me but not tight enough to hurt me. I could feel the warmth from his palm through my damp sweatshirt, burning me, branding me.

"Not you," he said, his voice hardening.

I shuffled back into the bunks, forcing him to let go. His stare went to my heaving chest. It felt as if the temperature had skyrocketed a thousand degrees.

Warren advanced. His nostrils flared and his septum piercing, a thin silver band, flashed in the low light.

I stepped back until I was pressed against a sliver of wall. Dammit, why'd they have to make these spaces so tight? Warren kept coming until he was flush against my front. I fisted his shirt. To push him away or bring him closer, I didn't know. Then his fingers were in my belt loops, pressing me into him. I could feel his desire for me, his hardness against my stomach.

"Warren..." I started.

He closed his eyes. "Fuck, I've dreamt about you saying my name. Say it again," he demanded. Always so bossy.

"Warren," I said again, this time more firmly.

He didn't understand my tone or he chose to ignore it. Probably the latter. His head lowered and then his lips crashed against mine. He cupped the nape of my neck and begged entrance into my mouth with his tongue.

Something inside of me broke free. A need so fierce it bulldozed all my common sense, all my reasons against this, everything I’d kept tightly reined in for the last few years. I yielded to him. His mouth tasted like whiskey and chocolate, two of my favorite things. Warren groaned and it was like a tiny earthquake inside of me, the vibration snaking down to my belly and igniting desire between my legs. As if he sensed it, his kiss became hotter, wetter, more demanding.

Somehow, my hands found their way under his thin t-shirt, caressing his abs. Cool air hit my stomach and then the tops of my breasts. Warren was stripping me. He broke the kiss for one second to whip my sweatshirt and t-shirt over my head. Then he was back on me, his tongue in my mouth, his body shifting down and up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist to keep balance.

He rubbed against my core. I made a guttural sound. His lips withdrew and then plastered to my neck. Oh, God, he still knew my sweet spot, right behind my ear he licked and whispered, "I knew you'd come back to me. I knew it."

What? A cold sensation crept along my spine. Warren didn't notice. He sucked the thin skin on my collarbone. I almost forgot what he'd just said but then he opened his big fat mouth again. "Are you sorry for what you did? Leaving me in Rome?" He kissed a wet trail down to the top of my breast. "You want me back, don't you? Jesus, I should make you beg but I don't think I'm going to last."






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Charlotte West writes romance about strong heroines and the sexy alpha males who love them. She lives in Washington state with her husband and very large dog (think miniature pony size). She spends way too much money on books, and way too much time reading. When she's not reading, she's feeding her reality television addiction, eating chocolate, or traveling. She's been known to consume her weight in Girl Scout cookies.

She has a degree in Science and a Master's in Education, neither of which she is currently using but is still paying for. Occasionally, she moonlights as a YA author.



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♡ Book Blitz + #Giveaway ♡ Fighting Attraction (Redemption #4) by Sarah Castille @sarah_castille @XpressoReads #Live #OneClick




Fighting Attraction
Redemption #4
by
Sarah Castille

Release Date: April 4th 2017

Genres: Adult, Romance

Published by: Sourcebooks Casablanca





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My sweet, sexy Penny has a dark side. Just like me.
I will have her. And then I will lose her, and suffer a lifetime of regret.

Rampage. Everyone loves him. He is Redemption's top heavyweight fighter and the biggest gossip in the gym. But he isn't the teddy bear everyone thinks he is. He's hiding a dark secret - and he hates himself for it.

Twice a week, Rampage transforms into Master Jack, a notorious dom only the most hard-core submissives will play with. How can he - a Southern gentleman, bred to respect and protect women - want to dominate them?

But Penny Worthington wants him. Beneath her pearls, kitten heels, and prim British exterior beats a tortured heart... Master Jack is the only one who can set her free.


Fighting Attraction is the fourth book in a full-length, standalone, award-winning series by New York Times bestselling author, Sarah Castille, featuring deliciously sexy MMA fighters and the women who can't help but love them.









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"Powerful. Gritty. And sexy beyond belief. Sarah is a true master!"
~ Opal Carew, New York Times bestselling author of His to Claim

"Hilarious, hot and occasionally heartbreaking. I loved it!"
~ Maryse's Book Blog on Against the Ropes

"Castille's follow-up to the excellent Against the Ropes doesn't pull its punches."
~ Publishers Weekly, starred review for In Your Corner

"Emotionally charged, amazingly sexy, and flat out fantastic."
~ Fresh Fiction on Full Contact






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"This is where you don't want to be as a smaller grappler," he says in his 'I'm a professional MMA fighter' voice. "How are you going to get out of this hold?"

The question isn't so much how am I going to get out of it but do I want to get out of it? And with Rampage's hard, muscular body on top of me, his legs between my thighs, his hardness pressed tight against the juncture of my thighs, I'm not sure I do.

Rampage stills, and his eyes widen.

Bugger. Did I say that out loud?

"I'm not sure I want you to either." His breath is warm against my ear. "But if you don't move, we'll both get kicked out of class. So, what are you going to do?"

"Um... overhook an arm, bridge and roll, then get on top into the closed guard?"

Rampage drops his weight, stealing my breath. "Won't work against a larger opponent. You need to blast through my hips and use a bit of strength to overturn me. Strength you don't have. Your best bet is to escape back to half guard."

"Okay." I wiggle just the tiniest bit against him, seeking more of that delicious pressure against my clit. With my vibrator on high, I was able to take the edge off this morning, but with Rampage on top of me, I'm wound up all over again.

A low growl rumbles in his throat. "You'd better be wiggling 'cause you're moving into half guard," he warns. "Now straighten up and make your transition."

"This is as straight as I get," I mutter. "I'm a woman. Women have curves. I happen to have a curve in my back, and it wants to stay that way."

"I can feel your curves, darlin'. Every one of them. And it's making it fucking hard to concentrate. Make your move 'cause if you don't do it soon, I'll have to go out and get a cup."

I suck in a sharp breath. "You aren't wearing a cup?"

"No."

Don't move. Don't move.

I can't help it. I move. Or, more accurately, I grind.

Wham. Rampage transitions into half guard and flips me onto my front. While I try to get my knees under me, he straddles me and grabs my hips in his huge hands. Heat surges through my body, and I groan quietly in my throat. "What are we doing?"

"Hips up," he barks. "Ass down."

"They're connected," I point out. "Where the hips go, the ass follows."

Shilla snorts a laugh and drops to the floor beside me. "Like this." She stretches her body out into a perfectly smooth, flat, plank position, holding it with one hand. On her knuckles. Then she rolls to show me what Rampage wants me to do.

"If my body was one solid sheet of muscle, I could do that." I tense my muscles, try to force myself into a position my body is not meant to go. "However, I have a weakness for chocolate biscuits, lazy Sundays on a blanket in the park, scones with clotted cream, and chicken tikka with thick, white naan bread slathered in butter. Unfortunately, it lowers my middle center of gravity."

Rampage's hands slide over my stomach, his touch firm, arousing my whole body with the promise of what those fingers could do if they drifted just a little lower. My mind goes hazy with desire and I can't tell if I'm flying or if my hands and feet are still on the floor. I don't care about jiu jitsu transitions. I don't care that Shilla is watching us with curious eyes or that we're supposed to be doing a group drill. I don't care if the whole class is watching us. All I care about is feeling connected to Rampage and wanting this moment to last forever.

He lifts me right off the floor, as if I weighed nothing, and pulls me against his broad chest, my ass against his hips, feet barely touching the mat, his hands firm around my body. My stomach clenches. My heart pounds. He leans down until his mouth is so close to my ear, I can feel the heat of his breath.

"I told you not to touch yourself last night," he whispers.

A flush of adrenaline tingles through my body, followed by a thrill of fear. "What are you going to do about it?"






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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sarah Castille, writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha males and the women who tame them. She is the author of the Redemption series, the Sinner's Tribe MC series, and the Legal Heat series. A recovering lawyer and caffeine addict, she worked and travelled abroad before trading in her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home on Vancouver Island.



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