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7/19/2017

Release Blitz & Giveaway - Bad Boss by Clarissa Wild

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Title: Bad Boss
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 19, 2017



Blurb

What do men want more than anything? Money and women.
As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am one lucky man.
Everyone wants a taste of what I’ve got to offer, and it’s massive. Girls fight over me in droves.
In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to get to the top.
To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my dirty little secret…
I’m a panty sniffer.
What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous. Instead of dating, I hoard panties.
Except it’s about to blow up in my face.
Why?
Because a beautiful girl just showed up for a job interview … the same girl I just bought a pair of panties from anonymously…
And what do I do?
I let my junk do the thinking, and hire her as my intern.


Author’s note: Don’t take it too hard, it’s just a book, not a big D. But this guy does have one. I’m not kidding. His schlong is huge and his ego is too, so beware. And as always … if you don’t like slapstick jokes and corny romance, don’t bother to read.








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“The shower’s over there.” I point at my bathroom. “In case you wanna take a shower. Or something.” Oh god, why did I have to make it sound so pervy?
“I’m fine,” he says. “I just wanna get dry and get back to work.”
Damn.
For a moment there, I’m actually disappointed. Now I won’t get to see his sexy abs and imagine running my fingers all over them. I wonder what he looks like.
Seriously, Lesley? Stooping so low for some action?
I should definitely have more sex, just to prevent myself from craving him. I mean, I do like casual sex, but I’ve been so busy running my panty-scheme and trying to find a job that I just don’t have the time for sex. Let alone a boyfriend. Nope. I definitely need to find some random hookup. That, or pull my trusty vibrator from the closet.
Especially when he just takes off his shirt … right here in my living room.
I gulp.
The shoulder and back muscles that appear beneath capture my attention, and not just a little bit. My eyes are practically bulging out of my head as he marches toward the bathroom and throws his shirt down with little to no care.
That sexy body dragged me out of the water. He lifted me up and held me close to him as he tried to bring me to the shore. I came so close … and then I screwed it for myself. Why did I do that again? Oh right, because I want to be my own boss. Stupid. I should’ve just let him touch me.
Oh, yes. I’m practically drooling over my shoes at the thought. Fuck.
Roll in that damn tongue, girl.
He throws his jacket on the counter and puts his shoes on the floor. Then he pulls off his soaked socks and pants, revealing his mighty calves. He must go to the gym often to look like this, but my question is … Who’s he doing all the work for? Another girl? Not that it should matter. I mean, I don’t have a shot. I shouldn’t even take a shot; he’s my damn boss.
Annoyed with myself and my own dirty thoughts, I furrow my brows, but still, I can’t take my eyes off him.
He turns around and stares right back at me.
And I’m left horrified and stunned.
“Are you looking at me?” A smug grin spreads across his face.
“N-no, I wasn’t,” I stammer, barely able to keep my eyes from his abs, which are now clearly visible as he’s turned my way.
He’s so damn sexy, and to think that I was in the water with … that. I’m impressed. I never thought he’d be this good looking. I wasn’t looking hard enough. Then again, he’s still kind of an ass.
He snorts. “Yeah, you were.”






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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, the Indecent Games Series, and FATHER. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.


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6/08/2017

Cover Reveal & Giveaway - Bad Boss by Clarissa Wild!

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Title: Bad Boss
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers
Release Date: July 19, 2017



Blurb

What do men want more than anything? Money and women.
As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am one lucky man.
Everyone wants a taste of what I’ve got to offer, and it’s massive. Girls fight over me in droves.
In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to get to the top.
To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my dirty little secret…
I’m a panty sniffer.
What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous. Instead of dating, I hoard panties.
Except it’s about to blow up in my face.
Why?
Because a beautiful girl just showed up for a job interview … the same girl I just bought a pair of panties from anonymously…
And what do I do?
I let my junk do the thinking, and hire her as my intern.


Author’s note: Don’t take it too hard, it’s just a book, not a big D. But this guy does have one. I’m not kidding. His schlong is huge and his ego is too, so beware. And as always … if you don’t like slapstick jokes and corny romance, don’t bother to read.








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Excerpt

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I close twitter and go about my business, but my conversation with that girl keeps haunting me. When I check in a few hours later, she’s already sent me the tracking code. A package filled with sweet, sexy panties is on the way.
And I can’t stop myself from immediately using her email to search for her online. Is it sneaky? Yes. But I’m too obsessed to listen to that little voice in my head telling me I’m wrong for doing this. I just wanna find out who she is. Where she’s at. What she looks like. What her favorite movies and books are. What she likes to eat for breakfast.
It doesn’t take me long to find it either.
Somehow, on an obscure website, her old email address still lingers, where she mentions switching over to a new, anonymous one. So I use the old email to find her Facebook profile and bam … I’ve got a hit in minutes.
Not too bad for some half-assed detective work.
Guess she didn’t think about covering her tracks. Or maybe she just thought no one would be interested enough to find out.
But oh boy, when I find her pictures … real pictures … I’m smitten.
A pretty face hides underneath soft, blonde hair, the perfect flush on her cheeks. Her smile … so damn bright, it could light the room. And her curves … ouch, they’re so hot that I’m on fire from just looking at her.
Beautiful is an understatement.
I’m flabbergasted. Just blown away that a girl like her … sells panties to online strangers.
Who’d have thought?
Damn, I’m seriously impressed. When I look through her pictures of her drinking and partying with friends, but also hard at work on her laptop, I get the sense that she’s someone who lives out loud and loves life.
And that look in her eyes makes me choke up.
Goddamn, TJ, keep it together.
I click away from her pictures and back to her profile, still not capable of stopping myself from snooping. In her posts she talks about her classes and the work she’s doing with her ‘secret’ new business. And then there’s a post about her job application, and how she just sent it in with Morrows.
My company.
My inbox bleeps.
I click on the notification and stare at the email in complete shock.

From: LesleyFischer@Gmail.com
To: TJMorrows@Morrows.com
Subject: Application – Internship


It’s her.
Panty girl, applying for an internship at my company.
A grin slowly spreads on my face.
This is going to be interesting.




Author Bio


Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, the Indecent Games Series, and FATHER. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.


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4/12/2017

Cover Reveal & Giveaway - Father by Clarissa Wild!

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Title: Father
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Taboo Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers 
Release Date: April 25, 2017



Blurb

Confess your sin. 

People call me Father, but I prefer Frank because I’m the worst preacher you’ll ever meet.

Days spent completely wasted pull a number on you, especially when you’ve got a truckload of baggage that comes with it.

Until this beautiful girl in the back of the church takes my breath away.

…And we end up committing sacrilege in the confessional.

Did I mention I’m filthy?

Bad doesn’t even begin to describe me, and after one taste of what she’s got to offer, I want more.

Too bad having a dirty mind isn’t the only thing we’ve got in common…

Our past is laced with sin. 

Author’s Note: This book is not for everyone. It’s raw. It’s vulgar. It’s downright offensive. But it’s oh so damn delicious with a capital D. If you are easily offended or prudish, please don’t read this book. But if you like a bit of humor mixed in with raunchiness and brawling, you’ll love this book.

Contains disturbing situations, strong language, and graphic violence.




Excerpt

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“This is my sin,” she says, and she licks her fingers and rubs them across her nipples. She moans, and my dick bounces up and down in my pants.

“Is it wrong?” she asks, biting her lip.

I blink a couple of times to try and keep my composure, but I’m burning up with desire. Fuck me, how badly I want to reach through the gaps of the latticed wood.

“It feels wrong,” she whispers, and her hand travels down her body. “Tell me to stop.”

“Only God can tell you what to do,” I answer.

What kind of answer is that? Fuck.

“I can’t speak to him the way you do,” she says, eyeing me. “So … intimately.”

So she did hear everything I said.

Damn.

Her hand dives in between her legs, underneath her skirt, and my cock bursts with need. “I believe you, Frank. You said needs were okay. And I have a lot of needs.”

I lick my lips. “Oh, I can definitely believe that.”

“And I feel … like I need this.” She rubs herself, while she looks at me. It’s like she’s not even ashamed anymore. And it’s all my fault. “Like you need this,” she adds.

I frown, rubbing my lips together, because I don’t know what to do or say. I can’t admit it. That would be a sin of its own. But fuck, do I want her badly. However, I’m a preacher. I have duties. Rules. And God. I can’t just ignore all that, can I?

“You snooped on me,” I say. “In the chapel. How much did you hear?”

“Enough.” The left side of her lip tips up into a smile. “Was that bad?”

For some reason, it makes me wanna smile too. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. “Maybe.”

“Bad … I like bad,” she murmurs, biting her lip again while she spreads her legs. “I like it when it’s wrong.”

“Is that why you did this before? In the bathroom?”

She nods, and her hand dives down her panties. “I know this is what you want. What you’ve been thinking of all this time … Me.” she asks. “C’mon, say it.”

I shake my head. “You know I can’t. We’re doing a confession. It’s against the rules.”

“No one has to find out …” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.”

I try to ignore the voice in my head, telling me not to cave in, but it’s already too late. My hand rests atop my dick, and I start rubbing it straight through my clothes.

She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the hard wood, and I take the opportunity to let my eyes glide up and down her body, enjoying the view. She touches herself so seductively, that I immediately find myself rubbing faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace. I imagine how her body would look naked. How slick and wet it would be when I brush my dick along her lips. I can picture it all, and that makes this all so much more frightening. Because … if I already gave in to this, there’s no telling what I’ll do next time I see her.

“Fuck …” she murmurs, licking her lips. A soft moan escapes her mouth and she adjusts herself so I can see her even better. My hand dives into my pants, as I’m unable to stop myself any longer.

When she briefly opens her eyes and sees me jerking off, she purrs, “Do you like this?”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t …” I mutter, stroking my length. “But it’s wrong and you know it.”

“Then why are we doing it?” she asks.

“Because this is our dirty little secret,” I hiss, feeling the veins in my dick throb with excitement. “And I need to see just how naughty you can get.”

She grins and slides aside her panties with her index finger, showing me her naked pussy. And fuck me, it makes me one hungry motherfucker. What I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on her clit.

“Is it wrong that we’re doing this?” she asks. “Because I’m so damn wet right now.”

“Do you even care there are people just a few feet away from us?” I ask.

She shakes her head, grinning even more. “That only adds to the excitement.”

God, this fucking woman … she sure knows how to make a guy’s heart throb. And his dick too.

At this point, I really don’t care anymore.

Screw the consequences.

Fuck morals.

I’ve thrown every rule out the window.

I rip down my zipper, unbutton my pants, and pull my dick out of my boxer shorts.

Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my length, her lips parting as if she’s preparing to receive it.

“My eyes are up here,” I muse, smiling.





Author Bio


Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.



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3/09/2017

Release Blitz - Double Trouble by Coco Cadence

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Title: Double Trouble
Author: Coco Cadence
Release Date: March 9th, 2017
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34449217-double-trouble

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Synopsis:
A well-built, hung mechanic moves into your neighborhood.
Not one … but two. Twins, to be precise.
What do you do?
You stare, of course. And maybe drool a little too.
My whole world turned upside down the moment those two hunks moved into the house next to me.
Why? Because they’re actually fighting over me.
It’s too good to be true, and it makes me do something stupid …
I let both of them have me.

Double Trouble is a short, smoking MFM menage story about a sassy girl and two boys who know what they want and take it. Lots of swearing and dirty talk with a sweet HEA. Be prepared: You’re going to need a fan to cool yourself off.


 Excerpt:
Abs the size of mountains.
That’s what I’m looking at right now.
Sweaty, glistening skin and muscles thick as rock. A guy with a chiseled jawline and a body to match it, moving boxes to a new home. Right next to mine.
Holy fucking Christ.
I peer over my shoulder like an owl, trying not to be conspicuous about it as I stand on a ladder and wash my windows. Totally not dangerous or anything. I just can’t keep my eyes to myself. Or my mind out of the gutter, for that matter.
Oh, boy, how badly I want to lick those fine abs.
Suddenly, I see another one just like him appear from behind the truck. The shock has me twitching. The ladder shakes, and I squeal as I tumble off.
But I don’t just land in the soft grass. And I don’t see the sky or the sun above me.
All I see is abs.
Abs all around me.
Sweaty, toned abs. If this isn’t heaven, I don’t know what else it would be.
“Are you all right?” one of the guys says, and my attention is drawn to his mouth.
Beautiful lips. God, so precious, I almost want to touch them. Almost. I barely manage to keep my fingers down.
Nodding, I look into his pristine blue eyes and say, “Yeah. I’m okay …”
Could I sound any more like a doozy?
His arm is around my back, and he helps me sit up on the grass. “You sure? You made quite the fall.”
I rub the back of my head and check for any wounds, but there’s nothing. “Yeah … I just tried to lean too far to the right on the ladder.” I try to chuckle it off, even though I know I’ve been caught staring.
“Washing the windows, I see,” he muses as he looks at the soap and water gathering between my legs. I quickly shove the sponge away, but it’s too late; my pants are soaked.
He laughs and holds out his hand. When I grab it, the fierceness in his grip has my body trembling as he pulls me up to my feet.
“Dax Huntington. Pleasure to meet you.”
Pleasure indeed …
I lick my lips to swallow down the tiny bit of drool that was there.
“Kayla Davis,” I reply when I notice I’ve been staring at him.
Right when he releases my hand, another guy just like him walks up to us. I’m not kidding on the likeness. They are like twins. I can’t even tell the difference.
“Who’ve we got here?” the guy says.
“Kayla, this is Dean.” Dax points at him with his thumb and then slams his lips together.
“Hey, beautiful,” Dean says, dropping a box right in front of his brother.
“Smooth …” Dax whispers, making me giggle.
“Shut up,” Dean muses, as he grabs my hand to shake it. His grip is just as strong as Dax’s. “Nice to meet you, Kayla.”
“Aren’t you supposed to bring the boxes inside?” Dax says.
“Yeah, but I thought … why not say hi to our neighbor first?” Dean says, raising his brow. “But you can bring that one inside if you’d like.”
Dax gives him the side-eye. “Excuse me. I’m trying to see if she’s hurt, all right?”
“From your grip? Nah, you aren’t that strong.”
Dax shoves him. “Shut up.”
“Hehe, so you all right, Kayla?” Dean asks. “I saw you fall off the ladder, and it looked like it hurt.”
I nod, but then he suddenly leans in and plucks a strand of grass from my hair. His cheeky smile is the only thing I can see as he lets go of the grass and it drifts away with the wind.
“If you need any help with that, I’d be glad to take care of it for you,” he says.
“Uh …”
Help with that … all I can think about are his lips. And Dax’s.
Jesus, I can’t tell them apart, and it’s driving me mad. They are both too delicious to put into words, but I shouldn’t get this distracted.
“I meant with your windows,” he adds, making me blush.
“Oh, no, it’s fine.” I laugh it off like it’s no big deal, but honestly, I am embarrassed.
“Don’t let him fool you, Kayla. He doesn’t know how to use his hands,” Dax jokes.
Use his hands … I wish he would use them on me.
Jesus, Kayla, contain yourself. You’re not on the market. Even though they might be …
Dean shoves Dax. “Shut your traphole.” He picks up the box. “Let’s just get these boxes inside.”
“Right … Well, we’ll be seeing you around, Kayla.” They turn around, and all I can do is stare at those perfectly sculpted asses barely covered with jeans, wiggling from side to side.
New neighbors.
Not one … but two.
Good God.
I just died falling off the ladder and went to heaven.
That, or I just hit the hot-stud jackpot.



Coco Cadence is an erotic romance writer, who loves cocky heroes and smartass heroines. She adores happy ever after’s as much as her fans do, and she will never stop writing them. In her free time she enjoys reading a good book, playing with her cute dogs, and spending quality time with her soon-to-be husband, but you can always find her drifting off into her mind to think of new stories.

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