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The Bondage Club by Alexandrea Weis | Tour & Giveaway


The Bondage Club
by Alexandrea Weis




Hunter Donovan is a writer who dreamed of penning the great American novel but settled for a job running the family business, Donovan Books. Trapped publishing other people’s stories, Hunter buries his frustrations in vodka and an endless parade of one-night stands. 

A woman with a secret

Cary Anderson is the perky, petite, and staunchly determined editor who is well versed in erotica fiction. But Cary has a kinky side that she is struggling to keep hidden from the world.

Fed up with dwindling sales, Hunter hopes to breathe new life into his publishing house by breaking into the risqué world of erotica. He hires Cary to rescue his company and she is keen to show her new boss everything she knows. But what starts out as a lesson in sexual fiction turns into an unexpected roller coaster ride of disastrous romantic encounters. And just when Cary helps stir Hunter’s creative voice, he uncovers the truth about her wicked ways. 

Some ties that bind can cut right to the heart in…The Bondage Club.
     
     The veil of evening was reaching across his office window when Hunter’s cell phone on the side of his desk rang. Checking the caller ID, he frowned when he saw that the number was blocked.

          “This is Hunter Donovan,” he barked into the phone.

          “Do you always answer the phone in such a cheerful manner?” a seductive female voice reprimanded.

          “That depends on who this is.”

          “Cary told me of your little meeting today, and your interest in my next book. You don’t waste any time do you?”

          Hunter’s heart skipped a beat. “Well, well, Ms. Slut. Nice to hear your voice again. I hope your time at the Book Expo was worthwhile.”

          “You were the highlight of my trip, Mr. Donovan.”

          Hunter smiled as he sat back in his creaky desk chair. “I’m so glad. I was beginning to think you didn’t like me.”

          “Have you ever met a woman who didn’t like you?”

          The question made Hunter chuckle. “Which answer will get me your next book, Ms. Slut?”
          A high-pitched tinkling laugh came through the speaker of his iPhone, making Hunter’s stomach flutter ever so lightly. “I like a man who doesn’t waste time with sweet talk. Check your email. I just sent you the manuscript. It’s called The Bondage Club, and if you’re interested, e-mail me a contract, and I will look it over.”
          “Can I ask what it’s about? I mean, with a title like that I can guess, but….” His voice faded as his curiosity rose. 
          “There are many different kinds of bondage, Mr. Donovan, that don’t involve ropes, chains, or even handcuffs.”
          Hunter gaped at his cell phone. “I don’t get it.”
          “Love can be a form of bondage,” she explained. “We can get tied to someone just as easily as we can be tied up by someone. The book is about bondage in all of its forms.”
          “Then I look forward to reading it.” He paused as he thought of an idea. “But why not come to my office? We can discuss the details of the contract over lunch,” he pursued with a hint of insistence in his voice.
          “I don’t think so. Lunch with you would be dangerous.”
          Hunter coyly smiled. “For which one of us, Ms. Slut?”    
          “I’m not your type, Mr. Donovan.”
          Hunter’s body rippled with the hint of a challenge. “You never know; if Donovan Books handles your novel, we may grow on each other.”
          “I hope not. Getting involved with the man who publishes my book would complicate matters. I’m also a very demanding author. I might get on your nerves after a time.”
          “I have a lot of demanding authors. You would fit right in.”
          “Do you usually try and date your authors, or will I be the first?”
          He fingered a corner of the manuscript open on the desk before him as his imagination began to wander. “You would be the first. I never date clients.”
          “I heard a nasty little rumor to the contrary, about your brother and Monique Delome. They were engaged and then she up and married some Texas oil man. Lucky girl.”
          “Lucky to be rid of my brother,” Hunter returned, pushing the manuscript in front of him to the side.
          “Oh, do I detect a note of sibling rivalry, Mr. Donovan?”
          He leaned back in his chair and turned his eyes to his arched window. “Rivalry, nah. More like deep-seated hatred. And if I’m going to bare my soul to you, you should start calling me, Hunter.”
          “Let me guess, Hunter.” Her voice was throaty and delicious, spurring on his desire. “He stole your Legos when you were six and you have never forgiven him.”
          Hunter ran his hand over his face, feeling the conversation was getting a little too personal. “Never mind my brother. Let’s talk about you.” 
          “I make it a practice never to talk about myself. The less people know about me, the better.”
          “I don’t agree, Ms. Sl….” Hunter crinkled his brow. “What else can I call you? Ms. Slut is too—”
          “Call me Smuttie, if you like.”
          “Smuttie…don’t you have a real name?”
          “Smuttie is all you need to know.” The sound of voices in the background broke in. “Let me know what you think of my manuscript, Hunter. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” Then the line went dead.





    About the Author
    Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.





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    All of This (Here and Now Series #3) by Lexi Ryan Sneak Peek



    All of This
    (Here and Now Series #3)

    by Lexi Ryan



    Releasing August 4, 2014
    New Adult Contemporary Romance

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    **ALL FOR THIS is book three in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and it’s intended to be read after LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU.**

    What if you would never remember the day you made the most important decision of your life?

    That’s what they’re telling me about the day of my accident—the day I put on Max’s ring and chose him over Nate. I’m counting on the wisdom behind a decision I don’t remember making.

    Max is amazing—sexy, sweet, and kind. I was starting to believe happily-ever-after might be in my future after all. Then the unthinkable happened and my world imploded. If I’m going to make this work with Max, I need my missing memories, or at least answers from about those five days before my accident.

    But what does my future hold if those answers aren’t anything like I imagined?



    The following excerpt from ALL FOR THIS by its very nature contains spoilers for the first two books in the Here and Now series, LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU. If you hate spoilers and haven’t read the first two books, I recommend you don’t read any further.


    Max

    “How are you holding up? Did it go okay with Nate last night?”
    She stiffens at his name. “He asked me to move to LA.”
    Of course he did. “And what did you say?”
    She blinks at me. “I’m not leaving New Hope. This is my home.”
    “He wanted more than for you to move to LA.” I take a step closer. I need to touch her. I wonder if she knows she’s pulling away from me, if she can feel it like I can. It’s as if we’re connected by a thousand little threads like those in a woven rug and they’ve been breaking one at a time since the moment Nate came back into town. With every breath, I feel another thread snap. “He wanted you.”
    She shrugs. “I’m already taken.”
    I draw in a deep breath. She lifts her hand to my face and skims her fingers along my jaw.
    I groan softly and slide my hand into her hair as I lower my mouth to hers. She’s soft and sweet, and I need more of her.
    Taking a fistful of her skirt, I yank her dress up around her waist and find the cotton of her panties. She gasps, and I rub her through the fabric as her fingers curl into my back. My lips find her neck and the skin in the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder.
    “Max,” she says. But it’s not the normal breathy, needy whispering of my name. The word is a warning. A yield sign. “Max.”
    My hand stills and I pull back to look into her eyes. I’m blindsided by the apology I see there. “Let’s move in together.”
    “What?” She blinks at me. If she’s thinking I have the world’s worst timing with important proposals, she’s not wrong.
    “We could rent out our apartments and use the money to rent a little place together. Someplace without those stairs that scare the living shit out of me every time I think of you climbing them. Someplace we can make our own.” I take her hand and squeeze. “You didn’t want to move in together last spring because you knew your mom would flip if you lived with a guy before marriage, but we’re not trying to maintain appearances anymore, are we?” She looks at the floor, and I tilt her chin back up so her eyes meet mine. “I could give two shits about appearances. I want to wake up with you in my arms, Hanna. I want to know I’m going to be right there when you need me, every time you need me. You and Claire are all that matter in my world. I want everything that matters to be what I come home to every night.”
    “I’m sorry.” She steps back. “I just can’t. I’m too confused right now.”
    My lungs burn as I fill them—it hurts to breathe in a world where Hanna isn’t mine.
    “I know it’s not fair. And I want a future with you, but…”
    “But you can’t stop thinking about him.”
    “I can’t move in with you right now,” she says softly. “That wouldn’t be fair to either of us. It’s not that simple.”
    “You keep saying that.”
    I swallow back the rest of what I want to say right along with my anger, frustration, and the betrayal I’ve never allowed myself to feel. While I was waiting for her to take my ring, she was with another man, and I was never allowed to be angry because that man died and she needed to grieve.
    I drag a hand through my hair and look at the ceiling. “Was it that simple when you made love to him?”
    “Can we not do this?”
    Torment is etched across her face, and I can’t stand to know I’m the one who put it there. I pull her against my chest.
    “I won’t rush you, but remember something for me,” I whisper into her hair. “You put on my ring.”






    About the Author 

    Once a college English professor, I now write full time. I live in rural Indiana, where, when I’m not writing, I get to hang out with my husband and two kids–a six-year-old boy and a two-year-old hellion, er, girl. Not surprisingly, reading and writing remain my favorite activities, though both come in bits and pieces these days, not the big hunks of time I enjoyed before I had children. When I’m feeling virtuous, I like to go running (I use that word liberally. I’m really, really slow) or do yoga. Don’t worry, I’m always careful to balance out such activities with a hearty serving of ice cream or a chocolate martini.






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    Skin Deep (Saving Liam #2) by DP Denman | Tour & Giveaway

    Skin Deep (Saving Liam #2) 

    by DP Denman

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    Sometimes the problem is the answer.

    Liam Newman escaped his abusive past to start a new life with the man who saved him. Unfortunately, the old life refuses to stay buried. When a fan of his porn star persona appears, he’s forced to reinvent himself in a surprising new career. Will it give him the rebirth he craves or lead him deeper into the life he’s trying to leave behind?




    Someone was watching him. The sensation crawled across Liam’s shoulders like a spider, making him twitch. He didn’t bother turning around. Every time it happened, he always found the same eyes and glaring back hadn’t done any good so far. He hung his overcoat in his narrow locker in the employee lounge and pretended not to notice.He didn’t know what to make of the restaurant’s newest server but Eric got on his nerves. The guy was average in build, height, and looks but there was something troubling in the way he stared. The expression that came close to a leer was altogether annoying. He'd seen that look before in other equally annoying men and tried not to think about it, pushing the irritation and the memory away. He had a job to do and he wasn’t going to let Eric get to him.Liam checked his hair in the small mirror tacked to the inside of the locker door as the other employees trickled out of the room to start their shifts. He pushed the locker closed to join them and spun the combination lock determined to pretend Eric was nothing but a piece of furniture. He didn’t intend to stick around for a conversation.“Your name’s Liam, right?” Eric asked from the opposite side of the room as the last co-worker disappeared into the hall.Apparently, he was too late. “Yes.”“Should I call you that or do you prefer ‘Angel’?”The name slapped his heart into a gallop and he jerked his gaze to Eric. No one had called him Angel for over six months. He hadn’t missed it.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He swallowed, his voice an almost breathless quiver that didn’t sound convincing even to him.“Sure you do.” Eric smiled and opened his locker. “You’re that hot kid on the porn site. I’ve been a fan for a long time. It’s nice to finally meet you.”His palms were slick with sweat as he tried to pretend he really didn’t have any idea what Eric was talking about, stuffing them in the pockets of his pants to hide the trembling.“That’s not me.”“I have to admit, you look smaller on the screen but I guess they wanted it that way.” Eric ignored the denial.“What do you want?” He glared at him fed up with the conversation.“Nothing at the moment, though I wouldn’t mind hooking up later if you have the time.”“I’m seeing someone.”“So?” Eric shrugged and hung up his coat. “I’m not talking about a date, just a hook up. Nobody has to know. Consider me a dress rehearsal for the next video. You’re still doing those, right? I’d hate to think you gave that up to work here.”“I’m not interested.” He ignored the comment.He wasn’t going to get into a discussion about his non-existent porn career with a guy who only liked him for his ass. He knew the type. They never listened.“What?” Eric glanced his direction. “You don’t do it for free?”“I don’t know what you’re talking about and even if I did I’m not interested.” He said again with enough conviction to sound believable.Eric raked him with a lustful stare that made him shiver.“Yes, you do. I’d know those pretty eyes anywhere…and that fuckable mouth. It’s you so why don’t you drop the act, Angel.”“Don’t call me that.”“Fine…Liam.” Eric pushed his locker closed and stepped closer to stuff a piece of paper between two of the buttons on Liam’s dress shirt before striding toward the door. “That’s my number. Call me.”He pulled the paper right back out, crumpled it in his fist, and dropped it in the trash, anger and terror whipping through him hard enough to make him shudder. He dragged in a couple of breaths trying to calm the fearful thundering of his heart.He wasn’t that person anymore. He’d left that nightmare behind in an empty apartment across town. It was supposed to be over and he wasn’t sure which was more terrifying: that Eric was going to keep propositioning him or that he’d tell the rest of the staff his secret. He didn’t think he could take working with people who’d seen what he’d done or what all those men had done to him.It took him three tries to get his locker back open, his hands trembling too much to be precise with the dial. He fumbled his cell phone out of the pocket of his coat and called Justin. He wasn’t going to tell him the whole sordid story over the phone, not when he had to be out on the restaurant floor in two minutes but he could at least hear his voice.
    About the Author



    DP Denman writes character-driven gay romance about survivors. Her stories are real and intense but always resolve in the type of ending that makes readers want to start the book all over again. She is from the Pacific Northwest and bases all of her stories in Vancouver, British Columbia, a city that is dear to her heart.



    In her spare time, she is a dedicated LGBTQ rights activist fighting for those who have been marginalized and abused. To that end, 25% of the royalties from every book go to support LGBT charities.
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    Figure Eight (A Celt Knot #2) by Cassy Roop | Tour & Giveaway


    Figure Eight 

    (A Celt Knot #2) 

    by Cassy Roop


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    Figure Eight- A strong, secure knot that jams under pressure.

    He was betrayed by the one person to loosen the knots of his control.

    She sacrificed her love to protect him.

    Blackmailed into destroying the man she desperately fell in love with, Ashley (Carter) Woodson tries desperately to cling to hope that Dominic will one day understand her reasons for her betrayal and stop the one person determined to keep them apart.

    False accusations send Dominic Michaels into a legal battle involving The Celtic Knot and emotional turmoil from the devastation that Ashley caused him. The battle between his head and his heart makes picking up the pieces of his life difficult while he fights to escape the haunting memories of the only woman to break his control.

    When outside forces conspire against them, will Dominic be able to unravel the ropes on his heart to trust Ashley again?

    What happens when love exists on the edge between finished and infinity?



     
    “No! I want you to look into my eyes when you come. I want to see the moment your body comes undone through your eyes. I am the one who does this to you, I am the one who knows every single place on and in your body that drives you wild. He will not give you that.”

    I unleashed myself then, grinding into her so hard that her ass started to scoot backward on the sink. I saw it in her eyes the moment her body gave up to me. It sent a primal, gut wrenching feeling through me as she screamed out my name and her tight little pussy clamped down around me. Her voice carried acoustically throughout the bathroom and it sent me flying over the edge. I pumped my seed into her in the biggest, longest climax I had ever had. It felt like I kept coming and coming until there was finally nothing left for my cock to give. I collapsed my head to her chest, as she remained stark still upon the counter.






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    About the Author
    Cassy is a work at home mom where she spends her days surrounded by children running her in-home daycare. She loves to cook, read and spend her nights and weekends being a Les Mills group fitness instructor. She has been a lover of all things romance from a very early age. She hopes and dreams that everyone can receive their happy ever after. A good ol country girl at heart, she was born and raised in Arkansas and now resides in Charlottesville, Virginia with her husband and three young children.










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