MORE Series by Jay McLean

    FOREVER, #4 

    Release date: July 12th 2014.

    There is a love so fierce it cannot be measured. 
    A heart so strong it will never slow. 
    There is a promise so sure it can never lie.
    He promised me that love forever.
    Even when it wasn’t enough.
    Forever. Everlasting. Eternal.
    There is no measure of time. 
    No sounds of the ticking of a clock. 
    Just the rising and falling of the sun.
    And our own sense of forever. 

    But our forever isn’t always.

    The More Series 
    More Than This, #1


    In one night my fairytale ended. Or it may have begun. This is my story of friendship and love, heartbreak and desire, and the strength to show weakness. 

    One night I met a girl. A sad and broken girl, but one more beautiful than any other. She laughed through her sadness, while I loved through her heartbreak. 
    *This is our story of a maybe ever after.* 
    He was right. It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years. 
    I couldn’t undo what had been done. I couldn’t change the future. 
    I couldn’t even predict it. 
    It was one night. 
    One night when everything changed. 
    It was so much more than just the betrayal. 
    It was the Tragedy. 
    The Deaths. 
    The Murders. 
    But it was also that feeling. 
    The feeling of falling.


    What readers are saying about More Than This. 

    “The writing is amazing, great characters
    and so creative. 


    I absolutely loved the characters in this


    This book made me mad, sad & happy…it
    made me laugh & cry…& all in the 1st 20% of the book…it was one
    gigantic emotional roller coaster!! 

    More Than Her, #2
    For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction.” For every choice you make there are rewards, or there are consequences. It was my choice to walk away the first time. And my choice to chase her the second. But sometimes you don’t get a choice, and all you get are the consequences.” “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” Unless that someone is Logan Matthews. Because loving him didn’t give me the strength to walk away. It didn’t give me the courage to fight for him. And when it was over, all it gave me was a broken heart. 
    What readers are saying about More Than Her. 

    “I still feel bad because I want Logan
    and Amanda to be happy now. 

    The book ends with a OMG what just
    happened cliffhanger. 

    Amazeballs Book Addicts

    Jay writes such amazing, lovable
    characters (well most of them) that you immediately fall in love and don’t want
    the story to end. 

    Sext Addiction Book Lovers
    More Than Him, #3
    “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.” – Marianne Williamson

    We live in a world of darkness and shadows,
    where monsters hide and aim to ruin.
    And they did.
    They ruined us and turned our dreams into nightmares.
    But now we’re back.
    And we’re fighting.
    Not just for us, or for each other, but for our light.

    What readers are
    saying about More Than Him. 

    “I fell in love with Logan and Amanda in
    More Than Her. 

    The author has such an amazing way of
    telling a story and making you feel like you are one of the characters and you’re
    feeling their emotions. 


    The book made me laugh, cry and laugh


    Jay Mclean is the author of the successful, mature YA and new adult contemporary novels in the More Series which include More Than This, More Than Her, and More Than Him, as well as, the upcoming standalone novel The Road. Her goal is to write books that make you FEEL, whether it’s swooning over a book boyfriend, laughing, crying or throwing your kindle across the room, her goal is to take you on an emotional journey that will leave you craving MORE. When she isn’t locked away in her cave writing, she can be found spending time with her two adorable little boys, reading, and getting to know her readers. She has a love for red gummy bears and a hatred of creepy moths. She attempts to avoid housework at all cost…often by distracting herself with an old school One Tree Hill marathon.
    You can visit Jay online for new releases, updates and teasers at her Website or stalk her on Facebook or Twitter


    The Unfortunates by Skyla Madi Cover Reveal

    Coming 2014…

    She isn’t known by a name,
    only by the number she was branded with at birth.

    Nine is now eighteen and as an Unfortunate, she’ll be forced to serve under The
    Fortunates for as long as she lives.
    All her life, she’s been force fed rules and regulations on how to
    serve those above her, but nothing prepares her for Master Kade…the Fortunate
    she is assigned to.
    His dark and protective
    nature compels her, creating thoughts in her mind that she’d be murdered for
    having if anyone ever found out.
    Her option? To fight. Fight
    hard against her forbidden thoughts and desires. It’s the only way for her to survive
    in a world that doesn’t want her.
    Skyla Madi was born in the small town of Port Maquarie, New
    South Wales in 1993. She spent half her life growing up in Wauchope, a thriving
    rural town at the heart of the Hastings River Valley before making the leap to the
    busy city of Brisbane.
    Whenever this young Australian writer isn’t changing
    diapers, watching cartoons, cooking for her husband or doing other
    motherly-wife things she is actively working on her writing and improving her
    writing skills.
    Skyla loves to read just as much as she loves to write and
    since discovering that YA/paranormal romance/urban fantasy/ are her favourite
    genres, she has embarked on her own writing journey and is currently working on
    a YA series titled ‘Your Guardian Angel’.
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    Slade (Walk of Shame #1) by Victoria Ashley Cover Reveal


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    Release Date: June 3rd

    imageMy name is Slade Merrick and I’m a fucking sex addict . . .

    I’ve been told it’s a problem. But I see it as a passion; something that I’m good at. And who the fuck stops something that they’re good at?

    They want me to seek help; get my cock in check. Don’t judge my lifestyle. You’re no better than me. Just admit it, you like to fuck too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed.

    When I’m not fucking, I’m slinging drinks at Walk Of Shame or stripping my way into your bed; another thing I’m good at. Every woman’s darkest fantasy brought to life.

    So, am I stopping? Fuck no. Sex is beautiful, raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her.


    She walks into the club swaying those hips, instantly drawing my cock to attention. She’s pure perfection. That is, until she opens that mouth, drawing me in and for the first time in forever I want something more than sex. I want her and she hates it.

    Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like; it’s how I live. But . . . she’s playing a game she can never win.


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    imageIt’s dark.

    I love it with the lights off. She insisted on teasing me this way. My arms are tied behind me; my naked body bound to a chair. Goose bumps prickle my flesh as she softly blows on my hard cock, almost breaking my willpower. Her lips are so close, yet not close enough. I insist on teasing her this way.

    “Na ah, not yet, baby.”

    She tilts her head up, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders as her eyes lock with mine. They’re intense; desperate. She’s silently begging me with her eyes; asking me to let her touch me already. I’m used to this. She needs to learn that when you’re in my house we play by my rules. “Slade,” she whimpers. “Come on already.”

    “Look down, baby.” She tilts her head back down and runs her tongue over her lips as she eagerly looks at my cock; no doubt imagining what it tastes like in her mouth. “That’s it. Don’t move.”

    I lift my hips, bringing the tip of my head to brush her lips. “You want me in your mouth?”

    She nods her head and lets out a sound between a moan and a growl. Damn, it’s such a turn on.

    “How bad do you want it? I want to fucking hear it?”

    Her nails dig into my thighs as she growls in aggravation, “More than anything. I fucking want it so just give it to me, dammit. You already know how bad I want it.”

    A deep laugh rumbles in my throat as she scratches her nails down my legs in an attempt to hurt me. What she doesn’t realize is that I welcome the pain. I get off on it.

    “Is that all you got, pussycat?” I tease. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

    She looks angry now; determined. Standing up, she points a finger in my chest. “You’re the one tied up. This is supposed to be my game. Why do you have to torture me and make me wait?”

    Biting my bottom lip, I nod for her to move closer to me. When she gets close to my face, I stick my tongue out and run it over her lips, causing her to tremble as I taste her. “Show. Me. How. Much. You. Want. Me.”

    Straddling me, she screams and slaps me hard across the face before yanking my head back by my hair. If I could get any harder, I would.

    Fuck me.

    “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” I press my stiff cock against her ass, showing her just how turned on I am. Then I look her in the eye. “Show me what you can do with your mouth. First impression is always the most important.”

    A mischievous smile spreads across her face as she slithers her way off my lap and down between my legs. Gripping my thighs in her hands, she runs her tongue over the tip of my dick before suctioning it into her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She doesn’t care; completely uninhibited. She just shoves it deeper.

    Fuck yeah.

    I moan as she swirls her tongue around my shaft while sucking at the same time. It feels fucking fantastic. “I told you it’s worth the wait, baby. Just wait until I get inside you. It feels better than it tastes.”

    She pulls back and licks her lips. “Then why don’t you show me. My pussy has never been so wet.” She stands up and bends over in front of me, exposing her wet lips. I can see the moisture glistening from here; beckoning to suck me inside. She smiles as she runs her fingers over the folds as if she’s teasing me; testing me. “You like that?” She asks seductively, tantalizing me. “You want this tight little pussy all for yourself, you greedy little bastard?”

    I nod, playing into her little game. She seems to think she’s in charge.

    “Well, come and get it.” She inserts her fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean, before shoving them into her entrance, fucking me with her eyes. Her ass moves up and down in perfect rhythm as she purrs. “I’m waiting.” She shoves her fingers deeper. “I want to see those muscles flexing as you ram into me. I want you to…”

    Well you won’t be waiting for long.

    Breaking free from my restraints, I stand up, grab her hips and flip her around before slamming her back up against the wall. “What were you saying, baby?” I growl into her ear. I grip both of her ass cheeks and lift her as she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing. “I’m not sure you can handle what I have to offer.” I grip her face in my hand before leaning in and biting her bottom lip, roughly tugging. “You’re finally about to get what you’ve wanted. I just hope you don’t have shit to do for the next few days because this might get a little rough. Last time to make your escape, because once I start there’s no stopping until you’re screaming my name loud; so loud it fucking hurts my ears.” I search her eyes waiting to see if she’s changed her mind; nothing but raw heat and lust. She still wants it. She’s brave. No girl walks into my bed and walks out unscathed. So, she’ll get it. I lift an eyebrow. “Okay, then.”

    I take wide strides across the room to my king-sized bed and toss her atop the mattress. Before she can blink, I am between her thighs, spreading them wide for me. I run my tongue up her smooth flesh, stopping at intersection of her thighs and clean shaven pussy. “You ready for me to make you cum without even touching you?”

    I begin blowing my cool breath across her swollen, wet pussy. She thrusts her hips up; no doubt her hungry little pussy wanting more and just as I’m about to show her my skills, there’s a knock at the damn door.



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    imageVictoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.

    She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.

    She is the author of Wake Up Call and This Regret and is currently working on more releases for 2014.

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    Late Call by Emma Hart Book Blitz

    Late Call by Emma Hart 
    (Call #1) 
    Publication date: May 1st 2014 
    Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance

    She’s a high class call girl. He’s taking over his father’s business.
    Seven years ago, they fell in love in Paris.

    They walked away at the end of the summer, never imagining they’d meet again.
    Now he’s her client.
    We fell in love the way you jump from a cliff. Hard and fast with a reckless sense of abandon. The six weeks we spent together changed my life, but at seventeen, I was naive. I was a dreamer. A believer.

    Now I’m twenty-four and cynical. I don’t believe in love. There’s no place for such emotions as a high class escort. The only things I’m allowed to feel are physical – and that’s why it’s so damn hard when the client of a last minute job turns out to be the man I left in France seven years ago. When he buys me for six weeks at triple my rate, my agent makes it clear I have no choice but to take the job despite our previous relationship. And my heart makes it very clear I have to stay firmly on top of the cliff this time.

    Because for six weeks, I once again belong to Aaron Stone.

    blue eyes twinkle with a lusty mischief. “Then I’ll lock you in the suite.”
    exactly will that achieve?”
    have no idea, but the thought of you being locked in here all day is giving my
    cock ideas.”
    press the button on the machine and lean on the island, my arms squeezing my
    breasts together. His gaze flicks from them to my mouth, then to my eyes.
    you can tell your cock its ideas are completely useless considering it’ll be
    with you in a meeting all day. You can lock me in this suite, Mr. Stone, but if
    any orgasms happen, you won’t be a participant. They’ll be of my own making.”
    mischief dissipates from his stare, morphing into a dark heat that sends
    shivers through my body. “Of your own making?”
    dip my finger into the sugar pot and lick it off. “I’m quite adept at providing
    my own orgasms. I’ve done it plenty of times. I know all the right spots.”
    crosses the room in a few quick strides. He flattens his hands against the
    counter and leans forward until we’re barely a breath apart. “Let’s get
    something clear, Dayton,” he rasps. “If anyone makes you come, it’ll be me. And
    if I decide you can do it yourself, you’ll be doing it while I watch you.”
    idea of his eyes fixed on me while I touch myself makes me ache.
    we clear?”
    lick my lips.
    said,” he leans in closer, his lips moving against mine as he speaks. “Are we
    a little murky.”
    fingers curl around my neck and he pulls my face to his. He kisses me slowly.
    Deeply. Intensely. A ball of need coils low in my stomach, tightening until
    it’s at the very brink of exploding. It hovers there, growing as Aaron’s kiss
    teases and taunts me.
    pulls away briefly before returning to my mouth and drops a long, lingering
    kiss there. “My coffee.”
    grab the side of the counter until my woozy, heady feeling from him passes. Holy
    shit, the man can kiss.
    The tongue strokes, the pressure, the twitch of his
    fingers on your skin…
    apparently yours.” He shoves his jacket on and pockets his phone. “You,” he
    murmurs, rounding the island and cupping my chin, “have distracted me, and now
    I’m going to be late.”
    late than never.”
    told you, you’re my biggest temptation.” One more kiss. “There’s a car waiting
    for you downstairs when you want it. Just call the concierge and they’ll bring
    it round.”
    on Earth do I want a car?” I frown, watching him cross to the door.
    not locking you in here. Not today,” he adds with a wicked grin. “Go and
    explore. You have the whole day to yourself.”
    don’t want it,” I respond. “The car. How can I explore if I’m stuck inside a
    fancy ass car?”
    have a point. By the way, I thought you’d say that, so I programmed the
    concierge’s number into your cell in case you get lost. He’ll arranged for you
    to be picked up wherever you are.”
    case I get lost?” I raise an eyebrow.
    winks. “Have fun, Bambi. Oh, and keep your eyes to yourself. I know how you
    like concierges.”
    no concierge, no touching myself… Is there anything I can do?”
    Me. Tonight.”
    author bio
    By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books.
    Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
    She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
    Q & A
    Where do you
    draw your ideas for characters from? Are they ever based on real people?
     The characters
    really form in my mind on their own – it’s that easy and that hard to create
    them! I never base them on real people, especially not anyone I know, but I
    tend to take certain phrases/quirks/likes from people and apply those. You may
    have noticed my female MCs are all kind of sarcastic and snarky, and that would
    be a bit of my own personality creeping in. 😉
     What gave you
    the inspiration to write your first book?
     I’d been
    downloading endless free books of iBooks before I moved to Kindle, and I
    started to realize they were all self-published. Around the time I was
    seriously considering starting to write myself, Mr. H turned around and said,
    “Why don’t you write your own book instead of bloody reading all the time?” And
    the rest is history.
    Have you ever
    used a moment of your own life in a book? If so which book?
     Not a moment,
    exactly, but THE RIGHT MOVES is loosely based on my own past and my struggles
    with depression.
    How do you
    think up ideas for your books?
     They come to
    me randomly. The GAME series started off because I dreamed the first few
    chapters of THE LOVE GAME and had to know how it ended. NEVER FORGET was
    inspired by the song Don’t Stop Believing by Journey. And LATE CALL was one of
    those random ideas that came from nowhere – it was actually sitting on my
    laptop for a year before it morphed into anything solid enough to become a
    How do you
    deal with deadlines and fan expectations?
     I thrive off
    of deadlines. If I don’t have them, I tend to procrastinate to the nth degree
    and do sweet FA. They’re a must for me, so I deal with them fairly easily.
    expectations are a funny thing-I never really know what they’re expecting. Not
    because I don’t pay attention, I do, but because I don’t let myself dwell on
    it. I’ve had several mini freak outs over Final Call (the sequel to LATE CALL)
    because I don’t know if it will live up to the first book, but there’s nothing
    I can do about them. I can only write my best, so that’s exactly what I do!
    What’s the
    book you’d take with you to a desert island?
     *grins* My
    electronic one, of course. My Kindle.
    Who is your favourite author and what are you currently reading?
     I have several
    favourite authors, so I’m not going to answer that in case they read this and I
    forgot them, ha. I’m not currently reading anything, but my next reads will be
    an early copy of Make It Count by Megan Erickson, and a beta reads for
    Elizabeth Otto and Delancey Stewart.
    Do you prefer
    paperback or ebook?
     Despite my
    choice to take my Kindle to a desert island, I’m a paperback girl. I love the
    smell of proper books.
    Would you like
    to see one of your books made into a movie? If so, which one?
     I think every
    author dreams of seeing their books on the big screen, so yes. If the
    opportunity ever arose, I’d love to see one of my books as a movie! And I think
    at this point I’d have to say LATE CALL.