Let's Get Textual by Teagan Hunter

Title: Let's Get Textual

Author: Teagan Hunter

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: September 8, 2017
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A wrong number is supposed to be just that—a wrong number.

Delete. Done.

Do not continue to text. Do not flirt.

A wrong number shouldn’t be the first person on your mind in the morning, or the last at night…and you’re definitely not supposed to talk them into buying a baby goat.

Because that would be weird.

When Zach Hastings and I get into a wrong-number mix-up, we don’t follow the rules. We keep texting and flirting, because he’s wicked funny and perfectly nerdy and a wonderful distraction.

I’m not looking for love, and Zach definitely had the wrong number.

But maybe…

Maybe he’s the right guy.

This was a first for me by this author, and I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It was funny and sexy all rolled into one book. Zach and Delia were just to cute, Zach and his nerdy self and Delia's witty comebacks kept me on the edge of my seat. This was just the book I needed after the book I had finished before (it was a touch dark and dirty) but this book brought out the sunshine and rainbows.

I can honesty say that I will be reading more from this new to me author. 

Delia: I fell asleep thinking of you.

Zach: Please tell me we’re about to sext.

Delia: The moment I woke up, I ran my hand down my chest between my bountiful breasts. I slowly dragged it across my flat stomach, goose bumps rising along my skin at the touch. It wasn’t until I was right at the opening of my white cotton panties that I decided I wasn’t going to touch myself because WE ARE NOT SEXTING, YOU PERVERT.

Zach: I hate you so much right now.

Zach: I HAD A SOLID BONER GOING

Delia: Did you really?

Zach: What do you expect? I’m a man, dammit! We like titties and goose bumps and white cotton panties and sex. YOU ARE EVIL.

Zach: Can we still sext later?

Delia: NO!

Delia: Maybe.

Delia: We’ll see.

Zach: Really?!

Delia: OMG NO!

Delia: ;-)

Zach: I am so confused, yet still slightly turned on.

Delia: Please stop telling me about your boner.

Zach: I will never not tell you about my boner. That’s not the kind of friendship I want.

Delia: You’re so weird.

Zach: And…

Delia: *rolls eyes* And I like it. I LIKE IT, OKAY?!

Zach: I know you do.

Delia: UGH!

Delia: FYI, I’m not sexting you. Ever.

Zach: But I’m REALLY cute…

Delia: Oh puh-lease. Every rando on the other side of the screen will say that shit. You need to prove it.

Zach: Geez, Delia, if you wanted a picture of me, all you had to do was ask.

Delia: I don’t want a picture because I’m not sexting you.

Zach: I’m sending you a picture anyway.

Zach: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT

I’m scared as hell to push the download button—I mean, it could be a dick pic or something. I don’t think Zach is a douchebag, but you never know.

Screw it.

I bite my lip as I watch the circle spin and the image comes through.

“Awww!”

Delia: YOU SENT ME A PICTURE OF A SMILING GOAT!

Delia: You’re officially my favorite person ever.

Zach: Told you I was cute. ;-)

Delia: How did you know they were my weakness?

Delia: Also, will you please buy me one?

Zach: 1. EVERYONE loves smiling baby goats. That’s just science. 2. No.

Delia: Rebuttal… 1. Excellent point. 2. I think you spelled yes wrong. Y-E-S.

Zach: N-O.

Delia: I knitted you a damn PENIS POTHOLDER. Least you could do to repay me for my kindness is to buy me a baby goat. Don’t be a jerk, Zach. No one likes those.

Zach: Speaking of those potholders…when am I getting those? We live close. We could always meet…

Delia: You think you’re so slick.

Zach: Aren’t I?

Delia: No.

Zach: Well?

Delia: I’ll consider it, but later. I still have to ensure you’re not a creeper.

Zach: You’ll knit a man potholders but won’t give them to him? Who’s the jerk now?

Delia: Buy me that baby goat and we have a deal.

Zach: You play a tough hand, Delia.

Delia: Question is, will you win this round, or will I?

By day I’m a freelance cover designer. By every other free moment, a writer. I’m a Missouri raised gal, but I currently live in North Carolina with my US Marine husband where I spend my days begging him for a cat. I survive off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When I’m not writing, you can find me binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural and One Tree Hill. I like cold weather, buy more paperbacks than I’ll ever read, and I never say no to brownies.

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Fighting for Your Love by Nikki Ash

Title: Fighting For Your Love

Series: The Fighting Series

Author: Nikki Ash

Genre: Contemporary/Sports Romance

(can be standalone)

Release Date: September 9, 2017

Kaden 

I fell in love once and it was amazing. Until it wasn't. I swore to protect her. Until I didn't. I swore to love her forever. Until forever came too soon. 

After I lost her, I swore I would never fall in love again. Until I met Ashley.

Ashley 

I depended on a man once. Until he walked out. I gave him my everything. Until he left me and our son with nothing. From then on I knew the only person I could depend on was myself. Until I met Kaden. 

I'm not sure when or how it happened, but Kaden has embedded himself into my life, stealing my heart. Sounds like a good thing, right? 

Wrong! Because while Kaden has my heart locked and secure, his heart was given to a woman who can't give it back. 

Now I am fighting for his love, hoping he can leave his past behind him and find a future with me.

This is my first book that I have read by this author and it was quite the page turner. While this was the 4th book in the series, it wasn't required to read the first three. This was the prefect book for me to get lost in. I live books where the characters are broken and that they find the HEA they both deserve. Kaden and Ashley were perfectly broken it was sweet to watch them both heal and love again. If you haven't read any books by this author, then you are missing out.

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Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book. 

Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out. - Pam Allyn

While reading and writing are her passions, her two children are her entire world. You can probably find them at a Disney park before you would find them at home on the weekends!

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Check this hot read out!!! The Outskirts by T.M. Frazier

The Swamp is about to get a whole lot hotter! The Outskirts by T.M. Frazier is coming September 12th!

The Outskirts by T.M. Frazier

Release Date: September 12th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Sawyer wants a life of her own.

Finn wants to forget he ever had one.

After a tragedy, Finn Hollis escapes

into the swamp to be alone.

That is until Sawyer Dixon shows up,

all SCORCHING HOT innocence,

claiming she owns the land less than

fifty feet from his front door.

Sawyer gets under his SKIN, but even worse?

She makes him WANT things.

Things Finn hasn’t wanted in a very very long time.

Finn WANTS Sawyer gone.

Almost as much as he wants her in his BED.

The Outskirts is Book One in the Outskirts Duet.

Excerpt:

Sawyer

My throat tightened and a heaviness grew in my chest like my heart didn’t know whether to beat faster or stop beating altogether. “Did you leave me all this to show me the life you could’ve had, but didn’t? Why!?” I pounded the wheel again and then again, and again and again until my vision was blurry and all I could see was the redness of my own heated rage. “You’re a fucking coward! You fucking COWARD!” I screamed to no one, pounding on the wheel until the skin across my knuckles split and blood dripped between my fingers.

Strong hands bit into my biceps, yanking me from the cab. I was spun around by my shoulders and found myself face to face with Finn. “I like it when you swear,” he said, pressing close.

“Finn, get off me! Get off me! Let me go!” I wailed, struggling to free myself from his grip. Kicking out my legs only to connect with the air as he evaded my every move.

A growl tore from his throat. Finn picked me up and walked me to the back of the truck, setting me on the open tailgate. He pushed himself between my legs and hovered over me to keep me from leaping off.

“Let me go,” I demanded, pushing at his hard chest. “I don’t have time for your broodiness right now.”

Finn held my wrists together with one hand. “No, of course you don’t. You’re too busy tearing up pictures and screaming at no one.”

“Let me go,” I repeated.

“No,” he said between clenched teeth.

“Just go! Leave me alone. Leave meeeeeee!” I wailed as I pounded against his stone chest.

“You don’t want to hit me,” he warned, his eyes hardened.

“Then let me go.”

“Why?” He stepped in closer, unaffected by my attempt to fight against him. My inner thighs were touching his outer thighs.

“Because she did!” I screamed, my eyes sprang open to find his cold blue gaze. “She could have run anywhere and taken me with her. Instead she left him but she left me too. She was a coward who couldn’t make the right decision and I love her. I love her…but I hate her. I hate her so much…so…” I was interrupted when Finn’s lips pressed against mine, momentarily rendering me stupid. I pointed my toes toward the sky to avoid my initial instinct which was to wrap my legs around him. It was so consuming that I momentarily forgot to fight him off, but I didn’t need to, he pulled his lips from mine.

“Stop doing that,” I said. I pushed him off but he stayed between my legs, his hands on my bare back just under the hem of his big t-shirt I was wearing. His gaze hardened. I could see the conflict written in his lined forehead and the deep V between his eyes. I had no doubt the conflict had everything to do with me.

And kissing me.

“It’s your fault that I do it,” Finn said, his voice deep and smooth against my chin and then my neck.

“So that’s your plan? Kiss me every time you want to shut me up?” I asked, still feeling every bit of my anger but also feeling something else. Something that sent tingles between my legs and an ache in my core. “Thank you for saving me. Really. Thank you. I appreciate it,” my voice cracked. “But you can just leave me alone now. And please, STOP kissing me.” My words a whisper.

“I’m going to kiss you whenever I want to kiss you,” Finn stated as if I didn’t have a say in the matter.

The early morning sunlight highlighted the beads of sweat trickling from his shoulders down his broad chest and across the valleys of his defined abs. He was standing so close that we were breathing in each other’s air.

“Whenever you want to kiss me?” I laughed. “I don’t understand you. I don’t understand any of this. You’re always mad at me. Why did you save me? Why do you keep kissing me when you’re always mad at me?”

“It’s when I’m pissed off at you that I want to kiss you the most,” Finn said, his voice flowing over my skin like a silky blanket. He slid me closer so I could feel the outline of his rigid erection as if he were proving a point. He lowered his lips to mine and consumed my mouth in a greedy kiss that had me shaking with need and spinning with confusion.

“Do you always kiss everyone you hate?” I asked, yanking my lips from his.

“Does this feel like hate to you?” he growled pushing his hard length between my legs.

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NOW AVAILABLE!!! Ride My Beard by Jenika Snow & Jordan Marie

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Lola

My entire life I have been in love with one man.
Ryker Stone.
It doesn’t matter that he is more than double my age.
I don’t care about the whispers that say he’s too wild to ever be tamed.
I like that he’s reckless.
He makes me feel like I can be uninhibited.
Truth is I saved myself for him.
I belong to him.

Ryker

I’ve had my eye on Lola for more years than I should admit.
Her beauty drew me in, but it was her innocence that trapped me.
I shouldn’t want to claim her, but she’s all I desire. So I stay close and make damn sure no one else touches her.
I’m all wrong for her, but too damn stupid and hard-up to stay away.
She can run, but I’ll follow.
By the time it’s all said and done she’ll be riding my beard.


Warning: This is a short and over-the-top dirty novella that will have you searching out your very own dirty mechanic. It’s to the point and leaves noting to the imagination, but then again doesn’t everyone like it that way? *wink*

I walk over to Lola and don’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping one smooth, peach-colored cheek. I want to smack the flesh, spank her good and hard until my handprint is covering her pale flesh.

“Baby, I’m about to show you that working here, being around these motherfuckers, has consequences.” She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted.

“But it’s not my fault there are a bunch of assholes who come here,” she defends and if I wasn’t so fucking hard and ready to go off, I would smile.

No, it wasn’t her fault, but I need an excuse to touch her in the way I want to, in the way I need to. I also need her to understand that when it comes to her, to her safety—fuck, anything to do with her, I’m not about to be reasonable.

“Tell me you want my hands on you, want me to smack this perfect ass until the pleasure and pain melt into one, until my mark is on your body and you know that you're mine.”

She still looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes so wide, her pretty, pink lips still parted.

“Tell me, dammit.” My voice is harsh, rough, exactly how I'm going to be with her. I won’t be satisfied until she is screaming out for more.

“Yes,” she says softly and I can hear the need in her voice. Her hands are stretched out in front of her, her fingers curled around the edge of the desk.

I take a step back and put my foot between her legs to kick her feet apart. I look down at her ass, her legs spread wide enough that I can see her pussy lips. They are pink and glossy, and slightly swollen from her arousal. My mouth waters and my balls draw up tight to my body.

I want to reach down and unzip my jeans, pull my dick out, and align it right at the entrance of her pussy hole. I want to shove it deep inside of her, claiming her cherry and making her know she's mine.

Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

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Jenika Snow

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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