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Kiera Fox is the secretly proud submissive to Dominant sex god Taylor Holloway. Taylor has taught her many things, both in the classroom and in the bedroom. In return Kiera has given herself willing to him, including the confession of her damaged past.

But as Kiera’s feelings continue to grow over time, she realizes Taylor is still very much an enigma; a man filled with secrets and lies. Breaking the one fundamental rule of complete honesty between a master and his submissive, Taylor is breaking her heart along with it. Their bodies may be closer than ever, but the secrets and the lies are testing their foundation.

As a growing danger pushes the boundaries of their trust and the emotional connection they have further apart, will Taylor let down his walls and finally let Kiera in? Or will this dark shadow in their relationship break them?

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Carrie Anne Ward grew up in the seaside resort Clacton on sea in Essex, England, with her mum and two brothers until she was 16 years old. She then moved with her mother to Colchester (where she still lives to this day) and went on to study Art and Design at the Colchester institute. However, after recovering from the illness glandular fever, which meant she couldn’t finish her degree, she went out into the world to become a working class citizen and a glamour model on the side.

For many years she wrote stories in her spare time, mostly horrors or supernatural, but never felt the passion to take it further. Her love for literature at school didn’t, at that point, over take her love of Art, but as she grew older her passion in writing surpass any other desire she ever had.

Her passion for writing over the years grew excessively (mostly erotica) and when BDSM erotic books took the world by storm, she finally found the genre in which she wanted to write about. So being a real submissive, Carrie decided to take the experiences she has had and combined them with her imagination, to create a story. So at the age of 33 she fulfilled her dream to become a writer by releasing her debut novel A Taylor Made Student, the first book of 3 from The Taylor Made Series.

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It was beautiful; it was like something from a movie. No; it was like something from a fantasy. Taylor was, once again, back in his rightful place, towering over me, with his smooth, taut chest exposed, and wearing only a pair of tatty jeans sitting teasingly low on those chiselled V-shaped hips. The tiniest patch of dark hair trailed down his pelvis and into those jeans, and I traced my fingertips over it.

The flashing from the storm outside cast a momentary glare on Taylor’s body and handsome face, mocking me with only the slightest glimpse every now and then of his beauty. The rain tapped ceaselessly at the glass wall of Taylor’s bed room. It was deafening, but also music to my ears. It was calming, and erotic, even with the thunder rattling throughout the whole house.

Our relationship was like lightning; it was chemical and electric, and when a black shadow cast over us, the clouds would part, and a blinding light would shine through the crack. Taylor was my lightning, casting a path in the dark storm.

His fingers wrapped around my wrists as my palms lay flat upon his solid chest. I could feel the slowly increasing thump of his heart. I stood that little bit taller in my sexy, zebra print peep-toe spikes, bringing me that little bit closer to his face. I wore my matching black lace, zebra stripe thong and bra set, setting a scene that I was currently feeling inside me – I, Woman in the Wild, waiting for Taylor to claim me. The smooth, silky feeling of satin brushing between my thighs and around my swollen breasts felt incredible against my tingling flesh. I shivered, not from a chill, but from the lust and anticipation blossoming within me.

His dark penetrating eyes married with mine. He brushed my loose hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear. He stroked his hand down my neck, on to my shoulder and down the full length of my arm, then curled his fingers back round my wrist once more.

“I’ve missed this body. I love the feel of your soft skin beneath my fingers, the feel of your hair tangled within my fist, and I love you, Kiera. Every single part of you,” he whispered at my ear. I melted; I was a puddle of mush from the sound of those precious words leaving his mouth. “I know I’ve always said that I needed you, and that is still true, but honestly, I want you, Kiera. I want you in my life and to be with me. I can’t let you leave the university. We will find a way to get through this and be together.”

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Teeming with dramatic plot twists and wickedly delightful erotic frills, a passionate story about two lovers struggling with heartbreak, heartthrobs, and self-fulfillment.

Many of us fall into unrelenting cycles that lead us to inevitable heartbreak—a knee-weakening, nearly unbearable period of withdrawal where we curse our indiscretions and promise to do better next time. But why? Why do we do this to ourselves?

That’s the question Erin is constantly asking herself.

Along for the ride is Tariq, a young man battling his past as well. While their romantic lives intertwine, they find it almost impossible to break free of the merciless beast that is love and its ugly stepsister, heartbreak.

At first, Erin’s attraction to Tariq is like a drug addiction she can’t ignore, but as drama ensues and the ugly past comes back to visit, both Tariq and Erin realize how bad—as in good—love truly is.

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Chapter 3: Erin

Present day…

Damn. I was standing in this storm, strolling down the dark streets of Lake Underhill in wet socks holding on to a pair of five-inch boots, one with a broken heel, the other one scuffed up beyond recognition. My cell phone battery was dead. I couldn’t call my girl Loraine, and I stupidly left my wallet in Tariq’s front seat. I couldn’t even use a payphone to call a cab. My freshly relaxed hair was ruined, my makeup was running, and I’d be sniffling come morning. “I hate men,” I whispered to myself. All I wanted to do was get home, pop open a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label, and throw back a good, hard drink. Usually after a first date, I’d go home and sip on a tall glass of Riesling while Sade played in the background. Tonight was different; tonight, I needed to yank Tariq’s picture from the top drawer of my nightstand, stick it in a trashcan, and set it on fire—not before I gave Loraine a good tongue-lashing for thinking that Tariq and I would actually be a good match. I wiped the snot that slowly dripped from my nose. Throwing my hands in the air, I kicked the big puddle of water in front of my feet. Tonight was the last damn straw. I freaking hated men.

When I got home, I had to ignore the awkward glances I got from my neighbors who couldn’t understand why a pretty girl like me would actually be walking home in the rain. When they tried not to stare at me, I wanted to say, “What the hell’s your problem? You never saw a black girl come out the damn rain before? Mind your damn business!”  Instead, I ended up faking a smile while I kept my head down and searched for my keys.

Before I could unlock my door, Alonzo, the wiry banker from down the hall, shot me a smirk and waved. I tried to ignore him, but my wet hands couldn’t find my keys quick enough.

He yelled out, “You all right?”

I utilized the overly expensive therapy technique I had learned in my sessions and breathed deeply. “I’m good. Trying to get to bed.”

“Did you need any help with anything? You look like hell.”

I couldn’t take it after that. I shot him an evil glance and flared my nostrils. Realizing that he’d crossed the line, he stopped walking closer to me and dropped his goofy smile. But before I gave him the chance to tuck tail and run, my neck started rolling, my finger went to wagging, and my lips started snarling. “I said I was all right, damn. Can’t a girl walk into her damn home without everybody in this got-damn apartment building trying to figure out what’s wrong? I had a bad night. It’s not like I came here with a wounded Siberian tiger under my skirt, rocking a shaved head and bright-orange nail polish. Can I walk into my apartment, Alonzo? Can you give me that courtesy, please? Shoot!”

Alonzo opened his mouth to speak, then snapped it shut quickly. Without another word, he nodded and turned on his heel. Walking back into his apartment, he yelled back, “Have a good night.” He then slammed the door shut behind him.

Confident in my victory of finally getting to tell some man off, I found the key to my apartment and walked inside. Dropping my keys, purse, and shoes to the floor, I grabbed my Johnny Walker bottle and headed for my bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. I tried to wipe what was left of my running eyeliner. I looked like Tariq had given me two black eyes instead of kicking me out of a moving vehicle. I brushed the few strands of hair stuck to my face behind my ear and wiped the smeared foundation from my dimpled cheeks. I took a deep breath and tried not to remind myself of the hundred and fifty hard-earned dollars I had spent on my not-so-fresh relaxer two days prior to my date. My wet hair sat on top of my head, limp and dead, like the rain had a vendetta against me. I couldn’t understand how an almond-eyed, full-lipped, earth-yellow complexion bombshell like myself would find herself walking home in pouring rain as my overly expensive MAC makeup melted off my face.

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J. Lovelace is a freelance journalist, editor, and published author. She earned her undergraduate degree from the University of South Florida with a bachelor’s in Creative Writing and Public and Organizational Communications. She lives in Orlando, Florida, with her husband, daughter and son while pursuing a graduate education.

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Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain…

Always overlooked. Always just there. That’s what Dillon was to me.

Until one night.

In one night she flipped my world on its axis and there’s no going back. But she has secrets, and secrets fester like an open wound. They color the past and forecast the future, but I’m determined to open her up; free her from her memories so she can live in the light and have the life she deserves.

It’s just too bad that she wants nothing to do with me. But I’m nothing if not persistent and I’m not a man that gives up without a fight. I’ve had a taste and there’s no walking away.
I just have to convince her that I’m not what she fears, I’m what she wants.

Slade, like Wild and Ridge, is a standalone.Reading Wild and Ridge first will provide some back story, but is not required to read Slade

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In the third book of the Wild Series, we experience all-American golden boy Slade’s attempts at wooing Dillon, a broken girl who’s known as the town slut. Having read the first two novels in the series, I was really looking forward to learn more about Slade and Dillon.

Dillon and Slade are one very complex couple. After only a few pages it becomes very clear that Dillon has deep set issues. She is the typical commitment-phobe with trust issues who seeks release in purely physical relationships, which normally makes the reader wonder why she is like this.

Dillon and Slade have been ‘seeing each other’ in a casual way for quite some time by the time we join their story. However, they both want different things out of this non-relationship. Dillon won’t and can’t do commitment, Slade wants more, much more.

I especially like the fact that both characters have been honest with each other from the beginning when it comes to their relationship. Dillon tells Slade from the start that all she can give him is a casual relationship as friends with benefits, and even that is more than she ever gave anyone else.

I adored Slade for not playing any games with Dillon’s feelings, even though he has been advised to do so. Also, the more we learn about Dillon, her issues and what triggers them, the more impressed I was with Slade. At first glance he seems to be harsh and demanding, yet, at the same time, he is also this sweet, considerate and sensitive guy who tries to help Dillon work through her issues with patience and understanding.

Dillon, on the other hand, is a strong character, who, at the same time, is also broken and insecure. This combination shows her vulnerable side and makes her more approachable and relatable, as well as likeable.

And the sex scenes; bloody hell! Adriane Leigh sure knows how to write them to leave you hot and bothered. Slade has one dirty mouth and uses it, often. However, a word of caution; Slade’s tastes might be too kinky for some. He is one unconventional character when it comes to sexuality; nevertheless it’s still hot as hell.

Four stars.1

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Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and now lives among the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.
She is married to a tall, dark, and handsome guy, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She is a voracious reader and wishes she had more time to knit scarves to keep her warm during the arctic Michigan winters.

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When Avery Hensley met Conner Wellings, she thought she’d found the guy she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She got married young and had the most beautiful son in the world.

Life seemed perfect.

But not everything is what it seems.

Turned out Conner had another side to him, a darker side that Avery didn’t see coming. He wrecked and broke her into a thousand pieces, leaving Avery to put herself back together. From then on, Avery vows never to let a man into her life again.

But then she meets Tristan Morganson. He’s sweet and sexy and wrecks Avery in a different way than Conner did, the kind of way that makes her feel alive again, the kind of way that makes her think maybe not all guys are bad. But can Avery trust him enough to let her walls come crumbling down?

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As if I’ve lost my mind, I wet my lips with my tongue, a move I haven’t done in years. A slow smile curves at his lips.

“You did that on purpose,” he murmurs while eyeing my mouth and moistening his lips with his tongue.

“No I didn’t.” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth.

What the hell am I doing?

Stop leaning in Avery.

But we move like magnets. He leans in a little. I lean in a little. Me. Him. Me. Him. There’s hardly any space left between us. I can feel the warmth of his breath. Smell the delicious scent of his cologne. He’s still holding the cigarette and smoke circles around us mixing with the intensity of the moment. Am I going to do this? Let my wall down for another guy?

No.

Yes.

No.

I never fully get to make the decision because Tristan eliminates the last of the space between us and our lips collide.

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 Jessica Sorensen

The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives in the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she’s not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.

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