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Blog Tour Call Me by Gillian Jones w/review & giveaway!

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Title: Call ME

Author: Gillian Jones

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: September 19, 2016

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Synopsis

Some know me as Chanel69.
But to my friends and family, I’m simply Ellie Hughes.
A university student who’s in desperate need of money. A lot of money, and fast.

I’m about to start a new job.

Three nights a week I’ll be the star in your late night fantasies, bringing your fetishes and fucked up scenarios to life.
Men will listen to my voice while they get off on their dirtiest desires.

Truth be told…this job makes me nervous. Regardless of the money, I don’t think I can do it.

But when he calls I feel an instant connection.
Over time, he becomes my regular, my friend, and my confidant.

The problem is…he seems familiar…I think I know who he is.
If I’m right, how will he react when he discovers that I’m Chanel69?

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Screwed.

Done for.

Finished.

Finito.

Fucked.

Completely fucked.

I need to get a grip.

I knew taking the job here was going be a risk; it always is when taking a job where you’re the one on faculty with the least seniority. What I didn’t expect was that there might be a risk I didn’t foresee that could end my goddamned career. And one I’d meet on the first day of school.

It’s my first year teaching at the University of Toronto. I was headhunted by the school, and finally agreed to make the move from Queen’s in Kingston to Toronto this year. Having my friends Mercer and Dylan both teaching here helped with my decision, but it was the chair offering me the two courses I loved to teach most that cinched it: Sexual Aesthetics & Representations in Film and Masters Thesis Essay in Sexual Diversity in Film. Both fascinating courses, and both with the same student enrolled who has me rethinking my decision to come here.

Three words.

Ellie Raine Hughes.

They say you never get a second chance to make a first impression, and my first impression of Ellie—albeit unique—is not one I’ll soon forget. I’ve never had quite the “meet cute” as I did this morning—she is adorable. I swear to Christ, I thought my dick was going to spring out of my jeans when she settled into the seat in front of me in my Sexual Aesthetics class.

First impression: not only is Ellie beautiful, she smells incredible, a mix of fruit and candy with a subtle vanilla twist, and I’ve never smelled anything quite so satisfying before. Don’t get me started on my thoughts when she took her sweater off. I’m curious to see if she’s actually a serious student or just the little jokester I saw glimpses of this morning. Not going to lie, I’m eager to find out.

I always like to sit back and observe the students as they make their way into class on the first day. I find it gives me a better sense of who’s who, provides me with good insight for the semester; it gives an outlook as to what type of class I might have on my hands. Is there a good balance of serious and non-serious students? Are they a loud crew? Is the room full of students that think this will be a bird credit? And so on. This morning, however, I noted none of that. Sitting behind Ellie and Courtney only proved to distract me from my ritual viewing as my eyes and ears didn’t make it past them. I was instead too caught up in them—in her.

As soon as I heard her honeyed voice make its way to my chair, my ears weren’t the only things that perked up to pay attention. As I sat back, I saw that Ellie’s smile was just as infectious as her laugh, and my senses zeroed in on her—and only her—during the time I was meant to be observing everyone coming in the lecture hall. Unfortunately, I honestly couldn’t tell you shit about the rest of the students, only her.

If she’s as smart as she is attractive, then she’ll definitely be somebody’s jackpot. From experience, though, it’s never the way. It’s rare that a person is ever actually blessed with the trifecta of wit, intelligence and beauty that Ellie’s “Mr. Vernon” reply indicated. I just might like holding her for detention. Either way, I’ll gladly accept the lovely view for the semester. I, myself, prefer brains with a more understated beauty. Not that it would matter if I were attracted to her anyway, teacher/student relations are a no-go.

However, listening to the two young women was quite entertaining. Entertaining to the point where I was almost late starting the class. Ms. Hughes seems to have a rebel streak, that whole “A for Asshole” joke piqued my curiosity. I’m very interested to see what type of student Ms. Hughes will be. Truth be told, I’d like to hear her thoughts about me more than I’d care to admit. Did she find me intimidating? Good looking? Does she think I’ll be some stuck up film guy, or did she like what she saw?

I have a pretty good idea where Ellie’s friend was going before I choose that as my point of entry into the conversation. Luckily, I managed to start class on time, while gaining two new model students, I presume. The look on both women’s faces was priceless, once I’d introduced myself after I stood up from the seat behind them, shocking the hell out of them. The blush over Ellie’s face was even more compelling. Now, if only I could stop trying to imagine what the rest of her would look like flushed under my perusal.

Ellie Raine Hughes could be big trouble if I’m not careful.

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Who knew being a sex operator was so hot. HFS this book will get your motor going and you will need to stock up on batteries. I freaking loved this book so much I want to become a sex operator. The book was very fun and sexy to read. Some of the calls were very funny and made me wonder where Gillian Jones got her ideas for the while others were so hot I had to change my panties. In Elle’s real life she is extremely hot for her teacher and uses her fantasies of him to help with her job, but she’s got one caller that really gets her juices flowing. Yet he seems familiar. If you love to laugh then this book will have you in stitches. Each one of Gillian Jones books get better and better. Call Me is a fun sexy witty read that will suck you in from the very beginning. I can’t wait to see what Gillian Jones writes next.

About The Author

Gillian Jones

I’m a wife, mother, and a crazy Canadian, living in Ontario with the loves of my life-my amazing hubby and sweetest little boy. I’m Admittedly addicted to…my friends, red wine, and laughter. A lover of alpha males, hot sex, all coupled with the perfect side of angst topped off with the epic happily ever after.

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Cover Reveal CAIN-RAGE OF ANGELS by Elias Raven

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Author: Elias Raven
Title: Cain-Rage of Angels (Cain Series Book 2)
Release Date: Oct. 25th 2016

Cover Designer: Jessica Hildreth

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Elias never saw it coming. The deception had been flawless. He had looked into the dark eyes of his half-brother Qaylin. The torrent of anger and rage rose from the dark abyss of his soul at what this bastard had done. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before or since… A million times a million Cains screamed across the Heavens. Their voices echoed in his head demanding the blood of the betrayer, Qaylin!

Elias knew it was time he stopped fighting from a position of weakness. He had to get up and take the fight to the enemy’s doorstep and he only had a small window of time to do so. He would have to strike while they thought he was beaten, then stand toe to toe against the forces of Hell itself. Somehow he had to even the odds and give him and his men a fighting chance to win. But his ancient enemies were powerful. It appeared as though the heavens had been eerily quiet as if the matters of men no longer mattered to the angelic host. It seemed Lucifer had full dominion over this mortal coil. If that was so, what chance did Elias and his men have against such an enemy?

“The Rage of Angels” is the explosive second book in the CAIN series.

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Release Blitz for Distrust by TL Smith

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Title: Distrust

Author: TL Smith

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: September 21

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She was a ghost, in heels.

She was there, then she wasn’t.

She would play with my emotions like a well-played guitar.

Then she would disappear. Making me want to strangle her.

Maybe she wasn’t a ghost, maybe she was the giver of sin. Because we sinned every time we touched, every time she was near.

Her lips were shaped like a heart, deceiving you at every word.

Her body was created straight from my fantasies, one I craved to bend to my will.

Her heart, well, who the hell knew. She kept that shit locked tight.

And I couldn’t find the key.

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T.L Smith Lover of chocolate, books, but mostly words.

T.L Smith loves to travel, loves to shop for books, sometimes shoes😉

Don’t be shy about contacting T.L Smith, she doesn’t bite, hard!

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Cover Reveal Deceit by Addison Jane & KE Osborn w/giveaway!

Title: Deceit
Series: The Vindicated Series Book One
Authors: Addison Jane & KE Osborn
Cover Model: Burton Hughes
Photographer: Eric Battershell 
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: Fall/Winter 2016

Covert, stealthy, cunning—I’m trained as a weapon. A lethal killer. I do what needs to be done in order to protect those who can’t protect themselves.

I’m never the same person twice.

It’s never been an issue.

But I underestimated her.

The beautiful woman next door. There’s something sexy about the way she watches me, eyes wide with an innocent curiosity. I find myself aching for her attention. I want her to look at me, but not when I’m covered in the blood of the man I just killed.

I live in the dark. She could be my light. I want her. And I know she feels it too.

When what I do puts her life in danger, everything changes. And I start to realize that maybe not all is as it seems. Every part of me screams to save her…

But what if I’m wrong.

What if she’s the one saving me?

You’d think I’d be nervous, but instead, a rush of excitement flows through me as I traipse the halls of the hospital in my fake scrubs dressed convincingly as a doctor.
I look the part.

 

I always look the part.

 

My fake ID badge sits proudly where I want it, allowing me to slip in where I need to be. Flashing my badge to the security guards stationed at the door I walk straight in closing it behind me, just as I knew I would.

 

 

I have to do this.

 

 

You’d think considering a terrorist attack occurred not so long ago they would be better prepared than this. As long as I look the part, and have the appropriate badge, they’re convinced I am that person.

 

 

But I’m not. I’m here for one reason and one reason only, and he’s lying here in this hospital room hooked up to the endlessly beeping machines, pumping oxygen and God knows what else in an inane attempt to keep him alive.

 

 

This man is the sole survivor of the attack. I wasn’t able to bring him down then, so my task is to bring him down now.

 

 

Sliding the curtain around his bed as I step up to him, the metal rings clink along the railing while my heart races in my chest. Killing is something that comes naturally to me. I’ve done it for so long now it’s ingrained in me.

 

 

I can’t count the number of men I’ve taken out—all in the name of the Seven.

 

Addison Jane is a born and bred kiwi girl with a passion for romance and writing.

When she gets the chance she enjoys the little things in life such as reading, dancing, music, and Facebook, but her world really revolves around the little girl who calls her Mum. It’s an awkward balance between alpha males and Disney princesses, but it works.
Growing up on a small farm next to the beach will always make her a country girl at heart. But since moving away to a small town close to the city, she’s discovered a dangerous love for shopping.
Writing stories has been something that’s come naturally since she was young, and with the massive support of her friends and family, she finally decided to step out of her comfort zone and share them with the world.
She enjoys bringing her books to life with strong female leads, sexy, passionate men and a rollercoaster of twists and turns that lead to the happily ever after that her readers desire.

Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.

Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.

 


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Cover Reveal Heartfire by Joanna Blake

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Title: Heartfire
Author: Joanna Blake
Photographer: Furious Fotog
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Models: Nick Bennett and Madena Rose

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I put out fires for a living. I’m damn good at it too. I’m known for my bravery, courage and daredevil stunts. Oh yeah, and the way I use my hose.

Firemen are celebrities in this town. My father, my brothers and all my cousins have put their lives on the line for the people of Brooklyn, NY. I’ve been in calendars and on TV. I have my pick of any woman I want. Anytime, anywhere. All I have to do is snap my fingers.

But Kennedy Stewart is the one that got away.

A shy girl from strict religious family, we had a hotter than hell fling. I was auctioned off for charity and her friends won me for her as a joke. A shy virgin should’ve been easy pickings for me. But I was the one who got swept off his feet.

We had a few weeks of bliss, even if we had to sneak around. I even said the ‘L’ word. The next thing I know she’s visiting relatives and won’t answer my calls. I swore off women – especially her. But she took a little surprise with her.

My baby.

Now she’s back in the little bundle of joy bears a startling resemblance to yours truly. I can’t be fooled and I can’t be denied. I want what’s mine.

*Heartfire is a stand-alone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating! This edition contains bonus materials for a limited time only!*

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“Holy shit…”
I turned to see what Lowe was looking at and my jaw dropped. She was here. In the bar.
Kennedy was here.
But she… didn’t look like Kennedy.
Gone was the innocent little beauty I’d fallen for, and then lost. This girl was confident. Wild. She oozed sex. From the corset top she wore to the frayed denim miniskirt and high heeled booties. Her hair was blown out and luxurious, like she was in a shampoo commercial. Her pouty lips were shiny and red. Her stunning eyes were lined with something dark and smokey.
She was hot. She was sex on wheels. And she was already getting way too much attention.
Her cousin Jamie smirked at me. I knew that she’d done this to spite me. To torture me.
To get even with me for being a damn jackass.
And it was working.
I growled and slammed my drink down. I strode across the bar and grabbed Kennedy’s arm. Then I dragged her right back outside.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?”
She squeaked as I released her. I stood there, panting as she looked at me in shock.
“Drew… I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Like hell you didn’t!”
“Jamie said I needed to get out. So, we’re out.”
“Go home, Kennedy! I don’t want you here!”
Her gorgeous eyes blinked at me. Then she blinked again. I stared at the solitary tear that rolled down her cheek.
I ran my hands through my hair.
“Kennedy… shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
She pulled her purse tight over her shoulder and shook her head.
“No, it’s fine. I should have realized Jamie was up to something. We’ll just… I’ll go somewhere else.”
I stared at her, my jaw clenching.
“You should go home. You’re going to start a damn riot! Why are you dressed like that? What are you trying to do to me?”
She squared her shoulders and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“Nothing. I’m leaving. Like you said. Tell- tell Jamie I’ll see her at PJ’s.”
“PJ’s! Hell, no you are not going to PJ’s alone!”
She gave me a cold look.
“I don’t see that it’s any of your concern. I have a sitter. I’m an adult. I can go anywhere I damn please!”
I snarled at her, taking a step towards her.
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes. I can.”
She was trying to sound tough but she took a step backwards.  I followed her until her back was against the wall. She gave me a nervous look. Good.
She should be nervous.
“No. You can’t.”
I was inches away from her. I could practically taste her lips. She always reminded me of strawberries and cream. I wanted to see if she still tasted like that.
I wanted to see if the fire was still burning between us.
That was a lie.
I knew it was.
Even after everything she’d done, I could not resist her. I’d tried to stay away. And I’d failed.
“Kennedy…”
She stared up at me as I pressed forward until our chests were touching. She let out a soft sound that was sexy as hell. I groaned as I wrapped my arms around her.
“What are you- doing?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Why?”
I couldn’t help the bitter smile that settled on my lips.
“Because I cant help it. I can’t get you out of my head. That’s why.”
And then I stopped talking. I stopped thinking. I just felt.
I held her face as I took her mouth, punishing her for all those months I’d missed her. All that time she’d made me wait and wonder. All the pain I’d felt when she left me.
Well, she was back and she was mine.
I didn’t care anymore what she’d done. I’d just make sure she didn’t leave me again. I wouldn’t let her.
I was going to tie her to my damn bed if I had to. Permanently.
I softened my lips and lifted my head, staring down at those wide eyes of hers.
“Come on.”
I took her arm and propelled her down the street. Jamie came out as we turned the corner. She watched us walk past without saying a word. Kennedy had to practically run to keep up.
“Where are we going?”
“Bed.”
“What? I told you I didn’t want to go home Drew!”
Her voice was high and girlish. Shocked. I grinned. I was going to shock the hell out of her by dawn. Three times at least.
My bed. She’ll see you in the morning, Jamie.”
Jamie just smiled and waved goodbye. I knew she’d been up to something. She looked very pleased with herself. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself too.
Kennedy stumbled in those high heels she was wearing. I just picked her up and kept walking without missing a beat. My girl wasn’t used to wearing heels.
I grinned. That was one of the things I liked about her. Her beauty was all natural. I squeezed her, stealing a glance at her face. She was staring up at me in awe, looking like a sweet little sex kitten. Her chest was pushed up and out in that top, her creamy skin swelling above the low cut neckline.
Then again, this look did have it’s merits.

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Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She’s thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride!

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Cover Reveal A Beautiful Catastrophe by Katheryn Kiden

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Title: A Beautiful Catastrophe

Author: Katheryn Kiden

Cover Designer: Katheryn Kiden of Indies InDesign

Release Date: October 17, 2016

 

 

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For two years Shay Daniels has been stuck in the past—stuck in a pain so deeply overwhelming that she constantly feels as if she’s drowning. A chance meeting gives her her first breath of fresh air, but it could be her final downfall.
He’s stuck wondering what could have been—letting the pain of everything he’s lost simmer within his broken heart. She’s the first thing that has made him feel like himself again in years. He might be able to love her—he wants to—if he could only manage to live in the present.
Devastating pasts.
Uncertain futures.
Life is supposed to move forward, but what if all it does is revolve in a heartbreaking circle?
What if every step you take toward making yourself whole again only leads you closer to another beautiful catastrophe?

 

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Shay

“Does he make you happy?”

Pursing my lips, I glare at him. “Do I look happy?”

“No,” he mutters, finally looking up at me. “You look sad. You might be throwin’ punches fueled by anger but your face looks sadder than hell. I’ve never dealt with you sad, Shay, I’m not sure I know how.”

“I’ve always been sad,” I whisper, admitting something I hate about myself.

“Okay … but it’s never been like this.”

I walk away without saying anything and make my way to an open mat. I flex my feet, stretching my ankles as he walks up silently beside me and slides his hands into a pair of punch mitts. After a few minutes of him questioning me between hits and me not answering, he shakes his head.

“What the hell did this guy do to you, Shay?” I grind my teeth, and when I don’t answer, he blocks my hit and smacks me upside the head with a mitt.

“I need you to hit me back,” I bite out. “That’s the only way this works for me.”

Irritation surfaces on his face. “And I need you to answer me.”

“He made me hopeful, okay? Jesus, fuck.” I step toward him, swinging again. “Now hit me back.”

“No.” He shakes his head, raising his hands for me again.

“Hit me back,” I scream, squeezing my fists tightly on either side of my head. My voice echoes off the walls around me and the desperation that fills it hits my ears. The gym goes silent around us, and for the first time today, I see another form of emotion in August’s face other than irritation—anger.

“Is that what you need?” he yells back, throwing his gear to the floor as a crowd of people begins to gather around us. “You need to be hit back? You want to be hurt? Too damn bad, Shay. You want to train? That’s one thing, but I’m not going to hit you so you can feel somethin’ other than the emotional pain you’re in right now.”

I lower my head, glaring at him. When he doesn’t budge, I storm toward the locker room. I slam the door back against the wall, thankful the room is currently empty.

Hauling back, I hit a locker, leaving a large dent in the door and scream out my frustration. August steps into the room behind me. I don’t even have to see him to know who it is—his presence fills the room. Turning, I stare as he kicks the door closed behind him and stands in silence—the only sound hitting my ears is my harsh breathing.

“I hate you,” I bite out.

“Liar.”

 

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Katheryn was born in Maine and still resides there with her asshole dog. Growing up, she was the only girl out of five children. Out of four loving, but hard-assed, brothers, she has been set on fire TWICE, shot at, left her with a burning car and a five gallon container of gas, scared out of her mind every time they got behind the wheel, and has enough hilarious stories and amazing memories to fill a million books. It made her independent and every female character she writes reflects strength and independence.
Katheryn books are full of page turning suspense, humor, and enough steam to overheat your e-reader.
“There are no weak women, just weak moments.”

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Cover Reveal Bang Gang by Jade West

 

Title: Bang Gang 
Author : Jade West 
Genre : Contemporary Romance 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s one thing knowing your ex-boyfriend is a bit of a player, but it’s another thing altogether to find out he’s pimping himself out to anyone who’ll pay good money for it.
Not just himself, either. That would be far too regular for Darren Trent.
Darren Trent – my teenage sweetheart and father to my two young girls – is not just whoring himself out. Oh no. Darren Trent pimps himself out alongside four of his mechanic friends – all of them at the same time.
Five hot, sweaty mechanics at your service.
They call themselves the Bang Gang… you can imagine.
 
In a village our size I should keep my head down and hope the scandal blows over before the girls or my poor old Nanna catch wind of it.
Only it’s not blowing over. Far from it. It seems every woman in the village wants themselves a five-mechanic sandwich.
They make no qualms about it, either. Just rock on up to my café counter and ask how they can book themselves in for a Bang Gang special. Like I would know.
I definitely wouldn’t know. I hardly even know Darren Trent anymore. We split up a lifetime ago.
I definitely don’t think about him late at night. Don’t think about five mechanics and me as much as every other woman in this village.
And even if I did, I wouldn’t act on it. I wouldn’t draw the money from my savings account and have a go for myself.
And even if I did that. I definitely, definitely wouldn’t fall for him. Not again. Not after everything we went through. Not after splitting up the first time nearly brought me to my knees.
Not after settling into a decent routine, the girls and me, with no drama, no heartbreak, no crazy passions to rock the calm little boat we’re sailing on.
I mean, who would be stupid enough to risk all that over a hot, sweaty, oily bit of rough like Darren Trent?
 
 

 

 
 
 
 

Jade has increasingly less to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s happy with this fact. 

Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted. 
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile. 
She lives in the Herefordshire countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness. 

 

She has a red living room, decorated with far more zebra print than most people could bear and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.