Now Live!! Jade West - Dirty Bad Box Set 2015/11/18

Title: Dirty Bad Box Set 

Author: Jade West 

Genre: Erotic 

The first three Amazon Top 100 books in the Dirty Bad Series - Dirty Bad Wrong, Dirty Bad Savage and Dirty Bad Strangers - now available in one volume! 

*Bonus content - read the first two chapters of the next in the Dirty Bad series before release* 

**Warning - these novels contains graphic sex, and hardcore elements of BDSM. There are scenes of violence (consensual) as well as sexual practices some readers may find offensive. 

If you aren't turned on by dirty bad wrong sex then please walk on by. Thank you.*** 

Dirty Bad Wrong 

They call him Masque. 

I call him God. 

The man I want to consume me, own me, 

break me and corrupt me. 

Yet I've never seen his face. 

His body ripples like an Adonis, sculpted in steel and 

dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the 

chimera - one body, two very different halves. 

He plays hard. 

He plays rough. 

He has no limits. 

He's so fucking dirty bad wrong. 

But I love him for it. 

*** 

Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. She's got it all - the perfect little life in cosy suburbia, with her perfectly nice boyfriend, and their perfectly sufficient sex life. She's even got her perfect little career plan all wrapped up at Trial Run Software Group. 

But when it all falls apart, and Lydia's pretty, green eyes are fixed on a brutally sexual stranger - the man they call Masque - she comes to suspect that being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be. 

For now Lydia wants something she's never wanted before... 

And she wants Masque to give it to her. 

Dirty Bad Savage 

They say Callum Jackson's a savage. 

No home. No prospects. No self-restraint. 

He's red-flagged on my system, a grade-1 aggression risk, totally off limits for a woman like me. 

But the rules don't allow for my dangerous games; they don't bend for my twisted desires. 

Callum Jackson is the most beautiful beast. 

A beast I can't stop thinking about, can't stop wanting, can't stop hunting... 

...I just pray to God this beast bites. 

Sophia Harding runs a tight ship. She may work in the dregs of housing association slums, but her patch is on the way up. 

Anti-social behaviour is down, employment is on the rise, and she's even been shortlisted for estate manager of the year. 

It's looking good. Really good. Until Callum Jackson completes his jail time and lands right back on her doorstep. 

She could do without a guy like him on her books: a failure of the system and a pain in the fucking ass. 

She should tick the boxes, do her job and keep her distance – that's what the handbook says. The handbook says no one-on-one contact, no at-risk situations, no direct confrontation of any kind. 

But the handbook doesn't know of her craving for hardcore submission. 

The handbook has no fucking idea how she yearns to unleash Jackson at club Explicit, where his savage can really run wild. 

The handbook doesn't know shit... 

Dirty Bad Strangers 

He calls me his dirty girl. 

He’s just a caller, a sex line client, an anonymous pervert like all the others. 

Except he isn’t. 

He’s under my skin… his voice, his laugh, his twisted fantasies. 

He wants to watch me with other men. Lots of other men. 

He wants me blindfolded and bound and taken by strangers until I’m a used-up mess. 

Then he wants to take me himself. 

I should hang up, report him to my supervisor. 

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Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June - an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers topped the erotica chart, reaching an impressive 13 overall in the US Kindle Store, and the latest tale of debauchery, Dirty Bad Secrets - returning to the heart of Club Explicit - releases December 2015.

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Release Day Blitz - Indelible You by Verlene Landon 2015/11/16 @Verlene_Landon

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Ink is indelible.

So is love, at least in theory.

He’s an over-inked, reformed bad boy and she is the slightly older, seemingly out of reach woman who’s head over heels (actually knees over shoulders) in love with him. Almost as much as he is with her.

Somehow, they have remained oblivious to their mutual attraction for five years.

One night, they take the plunge. Love conquers all, right?

They expose hearts and bodies, expecting a happily ever after until a terrible secret is revealed—during climax.

Anything worth having is worth bleeding for—and boy will they bleed—but will it be enough to drain the taint of that secret, or will it be fatal for both of them?

Some things are more permanent than tattoos.

 

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I'm not that interesting, but the people in my head are. I've had fantastical ideas floating around my brain for as long as I can remember, I just finally got brave enough to share them. I was born and raised in the south, if the name Verlene didn’t give that away already. Thanks to the military (myself & spouse), I’ve been all over the US. I now call the west coast home with my husband, my (as of OCT) adult son, my high school daughter, an obnoxiously obese cat, 2 spoiled bunnies, a hyper chocolate lab and a Great Dane puppy that cries like baby when left alone. I like to think of it as living the BAMAFORNIA life.

FUN FACTS: I possess an impressive yet accidental dust bunny collection. I have a serious wine, Bama football & book addiction. My grammar skills are atrocious & no, the irony isn't lost on me. I've made up more words than a certain President. I've worked in fast-food, not so fast food, a lab, a print shop, a club dj booth, dental assistant, a muffler shop, an aviator store, the military, quilting, and just about everything in between. Plus, I've thrown live grenades & survived the tear gas chamber. (Have to add that because it makes me sound badass.)

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Cover Reveal..........Plaything by Jason Luke & Jade West 2015/11/12

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PLAYTHING

I’ve been sold. That’s what he tells me. Sold as a rich man’s plaything to the highest bidder. I’m to be shipped to the other side of the world, where I’ll disappear without a trace. I’ve nobody coming after me, nobody who’ll even know I’ve gone.

But I’m no plaything.

I’ve already been rejected for sale once. Not fit for purpose. Too fiery, too uncouth.

Two choices remain. Submit or perish.

They’ve sent in the big guns, him. The dark sheep of the family, and the only man left who stands a chance of taming me.

We’ve both got everything on the line – his business empire, and my very existence.

And time’s ticking…

Jason Luke is an Australian man who lives on the far South Coast of New South Wales with his long time girlfriend. 

Author of the Amazon Erotica smash hit Interview with a Master, and its follow up In Love with a Master.

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Also there is a Jason Luke Fan page on Facebook which is run by a team of dedicated fans. The page is not connected to Jason. It has currently around 10,000 likes. visit here

Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June - an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers topped the erotica chart, reaching an impressive 13 overall in the US Kindle Store, and the latest tale of debauchery, Dirty Bad Secrets - returning to the heart of Club Explicit - releases December 2015.

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BOOK BLITZ - - The Lost by Cole McCade (with Giveaway) 2015/11/11 @ColeMcade

Title: The Lost
Series: Crow City #1

Author: Cole McCade

Genre: Erotica

Release Date: August 25, 2015

Blurb

There's something wrong with Leigh.

She's known it her whole life. She knows it every time she spreads her legs. Every time she begs for the pain, the pleasure, the heat of a hard man driving deep inside. She's a slave to her own twisted lusts--and it's eating her alive. She loves it. She craves it. Sex is her drug, and she's always chasing her next fix. But nothing can satisfy her addiction, not even the nameless men she uses and tosses aside. No one's ever given her what she truly needs.

Until Gabriel Hart.

Cold. Controlled. Impenetrable. Ex-Marine Gabriel Hart isn't the kind of man to come running when Leigh crooks her pretty little finger. She loathes him. She hungers for him. He's the only one who understands how broken she is, and just what it takes to satisfy the emptiness inside. But Gabriel won't settle for just one night. He wants to claim her, keep her, make her forever his. Together they are the lost, the ruined, the darkness at the heart of Crow City.

But Leigh has a darkness of her own. A predator stalking through her past--one she'll do anything to escape.

Even if it means running from the one man who could love her...and leaving behind something more precious to her than life itself.

TRIGGER WARNING: 18+

This book contains material that may be triggering or deeply disturbing to some readers, including scenes discussing or detailing rape, physical and emotional abuse, and incest. Please focus on self-care and, if this book is triggering to you, do not be afraid to put it down and walk away, or skip certain chapters. Be good to yourselves. -C

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Prologue

“STATE YOUR NAME.”

Cold, clipped words, blending into the noise of the police station. Leigh lifted her head from a fixed study of her clenched fingers. Colors whirled around her in a lurid carnival nightmare, too bright, too blurry. On a bench on the far side of the room, a wasted and broken scarecrow woman picked at a scab on her wrist with a certain habitual listlessness, oozing diseased red-brown blood over liver spots. Her tendons were rails under her skin, and the dull gleam of cuffs chained her to the bench. She raised her head and stared at Leigh with yellowed eyes that captured her with a sort of empty, terrifying promise.

Across the desk a policewoman waited, with that compassionate impatience only a half-step from pity and shoulder-to-shoulder with disgust. Her flat blue eyes said she’d been trained to care, but couldn’t be bothered anymore. Leigh swallowed and tugged her hoodie close against the tinny air-conditioned chill. Her mouth had dried to a tacky, sticky mess, gummy pills of lipstick beading on her lips, and her tongue was a bloated and useless organ, this swollen pink thing pushing pointlessly against her teeth.

“Leigh,” she ground out. “Clarissa Leigh…” Her married name scratched sandpaper syllables against her throat. “…van Zandt.”

“And Miss van Zandt, do you know why you’re here?”

She nodded, her neck a creaking wooden puppet-hinge. “I do.”

“Your family’s been worried about you.”

“I know.”

She knew what she should do here. Bow her head in shame and contrition, maybe even sniffle. But she looked for the emotions and they weren’t there; just scraps and tatters, clinging to the empty place where they belonged. She had no feeling left, hollowed out and lost and wondering how she’d ended up here. This didn’t feel real. Instead it was a dream where everyone leered in fisheye close-up, their smiles all teeth and stretched red lips and manic glee. She wanted to run, but somehow she’d gone too numb to do anything but sit here surrounded by the stink of fear-sweat, stale beer, and that particular police-station smell of urine soaked into concrete for decades on end.

“What happened to you?” the officer asked. Leigh didn’t answer, and the officer’s pen tapped against the forms on her desk, rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, Morse code for I’d rather be anywhere but here with this spoiled little runaway princess. “It’s been four years. You were declared legally dead.”

“That’s all right.” She closed her eyes with a laugh that ripped her guts up into her mouth, and buried her face in her hands. Dead. Dead.

Yeah, that was about right.

“Miss van Zandt?”

Stop calling me that.

“Miss van Zandt. I need you to focus on my voice.”

Stop calling me that!

Leigh took a measured breath and opened her eyes. Her shoulders squared. The bolts on the back of the hard, ass-biting chair dug into her shoulder blades. “I am focused. I can hear you just fine.”

“Eyes are dilated.” The officer—her nametag read Maroni, could there be a more clichéd name for a Crow City cop—leaned across the desk, peering at her face. Then she beckoned to the aide hovering over them like a mannequin. “I’ve seen this too many times. Drugs and prostitution.” She talked about Leigh like she wasn’t even there. “We’ll have to clean her up before her husband gets here.”

“I’m not on drugs. I’ve never been on drugs.”

Maroni’s pen-clicking stopped. Her disbelief was a heavy thing, push-push-pushing until Leigh nearly laughed.

“You’re not on drugs.”

“No.”

“Then what happened?”

There it was. The first hint of exasperation. Of frustration, stitched into knitted brows and the purse of lips in just the right shade of I can’t be a woman, I’m a cop mauve. Because like anyone normal, anyone who wasn’t fucking broken to pieces and liked being that way, Maroni needed to make sense of this. Needed to quantify it in a world where the rules worked as normal and everyone wanted to chase that dream of happiness that wasn’t anything but desperation painted over of a frantic tally of things. Things of plastic, things with value created by people whose upper lips curled when they looked down at little girls like Leigh, and demanded she account for herself in sane, rational ways that made proper sense.

Sorry, Officer Maroni.

I’m not the kind of thing that makes much sense.

Maroni pushed a harsh sound through her teeth. “You had a job, a husband, a newborn son. You had a life other people would kill for, and we find you here on the streets. Were you pressured? Kidnapped?”

“No. None of that.” Leigh shook her head.

“You’ll have to explain, then.”

“I left.” She trailed off, lips parted; no words came for long seconds, until she managed, “I…I was afraid.”

“Of what?” Maroni tried to catch her eye, but Leigh looked down at her hands, at her chipped pink fingernails dipped in the sparkles of shooting stars. “Miss van Zandt. If someone was hurting you, you need to tell us now so we can take appropriate steps to protect you.”

“No. No one hurt me. Not like that.”

“I’m afraid you’ll need to be more clear. What were you afraid of?”

“Of…”

She struggled for an answer. Struggled for something this woman would accept, something that would make her sigh with sympathy and pity and relieved disdain that said there, but for the Grace of God…

But again, she found nothing. Nothing but the truth, and Leigh shrugged as she looked up at the policewoman and wondered if she had daughters who might one day be like Leigh, daughters who would cut stark red lines of fingernails in the walls of flesh that caged her in the shape of pop culture’s perfect woman.

“Of the inevitable monotony of it all,” she said.

And smiled.

Author Bio

COLE MCCADE IS A NEW ORLEANS-BORN SOUTHERN BOY without the Southern accent, currently residing somewhere in the metropolitan wilds of the American Midwest. He spends his days as a suit-and-tie corporate consultant and business writer, and his nights writing romance novels when he’s not being tackled by two hyperactive cats. And while he spends more time than is healthy hiding in his writing cave instead of hanging around social media, you can generally find him in these usual haunts:

• Email: cole@colemccade.com

• Twitter: @ColeMcCade

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He also runs an advice column called Dammit, Cole, where he occasionally answers questions about everything from romance and dating to the culture of hypermasculinity, from the perspective of a male romance author:

• http://www.colemccade.com/category/dammit-cole/

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Blog Tour--- Solitude by Cat Mason 2015/11/11

Title: Solitude, Artistic Pricks, #3 By: Cat Mason Release Date: November 9, 2015 Tour Host:  DRC Promotions

 

Synopsis

“The most powerful spark is the one that can reignite the fire that has long gone out.”

After losing his fiancé, Mitchell Taylor abandoned everything that reminded him of her and retreated home to Las Vegas, Nevada. Now his life consists of three things: drowning his pain in the bottom of a vodka bottle, tattooing bodies in the shop he co-owns with his best friend and pissing off their office manager, Shelby. Not only does she infuriate him by challenging everything he does, but fighting with her pushes back the ghosts that haunt him.

Taking control of her future at a young age, Shelby Winston never let anyone or anything get to her. Until now. Mitch is unpredictable. One minute he is drunk and making her want to pull her hair out, the next he is doing something crazy like saving her life.

While every argument between the two has everyone around them waiting for bloodshed, something else is bubbling beneath the surface. There’s no going back once you cross that line, and once the tension erupts into something else, it could change everything forever.

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Significance, Book Two

Mitchell Taylor has spent most of the last five years overseas serving his country. Finally home after months of being separated from his longtime girlfriend, Becky, has him ready for change.

Between celebrating and adjusting to him being home, the couple soon learn they aren’t on the same page with their relationship. Pain, loss, maddening friends, and fear of the unknown will test them both as they come to terms with what is really important. Love.

Will Becky let fear and doubt rob her of the happily ever after with her sailor? Laughter, tears, triumph, and tragedy are all significant parts of life that we all face whether we like it or not. It’s all how we deal with them that make us who we are.

This is their story.

Contains adult content and subject matter. Significance is prequel to Gravity, book one in the Artistic Pricks Ink series and a companion novella to Solitude, book two.

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Gravity, Book One

"There has to be something on this Earth that holds you here, other than Gravity."

Luke Hanlon was focused on anything but his own life.The happiness of everyone else came before his own. He worked hard to build Artistic Pricks Ink into the profitable business that it is today and yet, it isn't enough anymore. Something is missing. Someone.

With no one to focus on, but himself, Luke is forced to take a long hard look in the mirror and doesn't like what he sees. Then he meets his mom's neighbor and something clicks into place. But can he handle what comes along with her? Can he let go of the hurt in his past and see what is in front of him?

Kionna Slade is a good girl. She helps her neighbor, she doesn't go wild and crazy. She's independent and doesn't need anyone. After losing her mother and an accident stole her dream of being a Vegas Showgirl, her life took a turn in a direction she never dreamed it would. Now 'Sabrina' runs the show at night, allowing Ki to dance again. Keeping Kionna and Sabrina separate is her main goal, until Luke. Luke Hanlon will throw a wrench in everything she ever thought.

Lives are changed and things explode all around them as they are pulled together. Luke can't stay away, even if his heart and possibly both their lives could be threatened. Can Kionna and Luke find a way to hold onto each other or will they forever be grasping at what they can't have?

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About The Author

Cat Mason is a thirty year old, married mother of three. When she isn't writing; she is spending time with her kiddos or reading. She was born and raised outside of St. Louis, Missouri, just over the Mississippi River in Granite City, Illinois. Cat writes romance of all kinds with twists of humor.    

 

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