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FULL THROTTLE by Julie Ann Walker

November 27, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News 1 Comment →

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Steady was ready to howl for mercy. He was totally dunzo, sunk, lost.

Obliterated by the hungry dart of Abby’s tongue into his mouth. Annihilated by the feel of her soft, hot sex grinding against his thigh. Completely consumed by Abby, by all of her wonderfully surprising, wonderfully wanton passion. And when her little fingers crept under his tank top, grazing his quivering stomach, searching higher and higher until she skimmed over his twitching pectoral muscles, he figured she’d gone and wrecked his ever–loving mind, too.

His nipples tightened beneath her questing fingers, and he felt her hesitate at the change, her breath sawing from her mouth into his. Then she pinched the buds and he thought his balls would explode. They ached so badly it was a wonder he didn’t sink to his knees on the ground, cupping himself.

Somehow, someway this had gotten completely out of hand.

It was supposed to be a kiss. One little kiss. After all, they were in the middle of a jungle filled with wild animals, being sought by a group of armed thugs, and a good number of miles away from the safety of the Thai border. Yet, instead of doing the smart thing and covering those miles as quickly as they could, they were ten seconds away from getting busy against the trunk of a tree.

It was ridiculous. Ludicrous.

He couldn’t stop…



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Book: Full Throttle

Author: Julie Ann Walker

Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca

Release Date: December 2, 2014

Genre: Romantic Suspense


Abby Thompson didn’t sign up to be the daughter of the President of the United States. The position was forced on her by the small matter of her birth. Preferring a quiet life of study, she’s content to leave the politics and the international intrigue to her father. Unfortunately, the most powerful man on the planet is sure to make enemies. When a group of armed thugs takes her hostage half a world away, demanding the U.S. government release prisoners in exchange for her safe return, she fears her father’s policy of “not negotiating with terrorists” means she’ll never see the shores of the Potomac again. Luckily, there’s one glimmer of hope. His name is Carlos Soto. And though she abruptly ended things with him years ago, she knows now he’s the only man who can save her…

Carlos “Steady” Soto has taken part in his fair share of dangerous missions working at the covert government defense firm of Black Knights Inc. But nothing prepared him for the emotional rollercoaster he faces when he’s tasked with rescuing the only woman he ever loved-who also broke his heart. Racing against time and outmaneuvering a group of trained terrorists will take everything he’s got. Plus there’s the heat simmering between them which is threatening to ignite into an inferno. While ruthless enemies stalk them, they must learn to trust each other again. Even if they do make it out alive, will Abby turn her back on him… for the second time?

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Julie Ann Walker is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of award-winning romantic suspense. She has won the Book Buyers Best Award, been nominated for the National Readers Choice Award, the Australian Romance Reader Awards, and the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award. Her latest release was named a Top Ten Romance of 2014 by Booklist. Her books have been described as “alpha, edgy, and downright hot.” Most days you can find her on her bicycle along the lake shore in Chicago or blasting away at her keyboard, trying to wrangle her capricious imagination into submission.

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November 26, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News No Comments →


“A wonderful contemporary novel with lovably, sweet characters…Thayer weaves a magical Christmas story with the description of the island and its history without being over the top.” –The Romantic Times



As Christmas draws near, Felicia returns to her family’s home on the island to marry her adventurous, rugged boyfriend, Archie. Every detail is picture-perfect for a dream wedding: the snow-dusted streets, twinkling lights in the windows, a gorgeous red and white satin dress. Except a lavish ceremony is not Felicia’s dream at all; it’s what her mother, Jilly, wants. Jilly’s also worried that her daughter’s life with daredevil Archie will be all hiking and skydiving. Wondering if their handsome neighbor Steven Hardy might be a more suitable son-in-law, Jilly embarks on a secret matchmaking campaign for Felicia and the dashing stockbroker. As the big day approaches and Jilly’s older daughter, Lauren, appears with rambunctious kids in tow, tensions in the household are high. With the family careening toward a Yuletide wedding disaster, an unexpected twist in Nancy Thayer’s heartwarming tale reminds everyone about the true meaning of the season.

Author Interview:

please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

I’m doing some book signings for An Island Christmas, my new gift novel.  It’s always fun to get out and see real people!  I’m also finishing the rewrites on my May 2015 novel The Guest Cottage.
 When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

When I was about 4 years old, I started my love affair with books, and knew that all I ever wanted to do was write.
Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

Courty Bryan, a writer who taught a writing course, once told me, “Don’t let your mother look over your shoulder–even metaphorically.”  He meant to be brave, and that if I wanted to write about sex, for example, go for it, don’t worry about what my mother would think.
Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you?

A man like my husband, who does his own laundry and cooks his own food and reads a lot and loves music and animals and is kind and smart, oh, yes, and he’s tall and handsome.  Plus, he’s proud of me and happy for me when good things happen to me; he doesn’t have to be the Lord of the World all the time.
What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

I love to read, and I love to walk around the island.  Collections?  Oh, dear.  Books, shells, photographs of my family, and I actually have a Box of Rocks.  I love geology.
 What has been your biggest adventure to date?


If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

Right here, right now–except I’d have my daughter & her husband & my four grandchildren living next door.
When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?

I can make about 5 fabulous desserts and meals.  Otherwise, I’m not a great cook.  I’d rather eat a carrot and sit and read.
 What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

The telephone!
How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you?

Fortunate and happy.
What is your favorite comfort food?

Chocolate and popcorn.  Preferably on the same night.
 What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

Winter, so I can curl up early and read.  I also love the crisp cold air of winter, walking in snow, building snowmen with my grandchildren.


Nancy Thayer is the New York Times bestselling author of Island Girls, Summer Breeze, Heat Wave, Beachcombers, Summer House, Moon Shell Beach, and The Hot Flash Club. She lives in Nantucket.



Author Raven McAllan

November 26, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News No Comments →


Leonora knew she’d wait for Justin to come home. She hadn’t expected it to be so long or so fraught.


When Justin joined his regiment, and was sent to the continent, Leonora promised to wait for him to return. She didn’t think it would take so long, or she’d have so many difficulties to face. Her life changes as she struggles to cope without Justin and keep his estate running.


With someone out to destroy all she holds dear, Leonora has to fight for her beliefs and her family, and hope they get the happy ever after they deserve.

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please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

Where to start? I’m very fortunate, that I swap hats so to speak, and write YA paranormal(as J. Lilley) and contemporary, and historical romance as Raven. Dominated by the Earl is about to be published. It’s a rerelease of A Matter of Faith—I so got the name wrong there—so I’m pleased it’s to be rereleased under a title which is so more relevant. (Faith is the name of a child in the book)

I’m also working on a series about the children of an impoverished Regency Earl, as they try to save their family fortunes. Tentatively called Moon Curse, it’s about six adult children each with their own story, all stand alones. That’s so much fun, and I really enjoy the research.

I have a short story The Vampires Breakfast due out soon, a couple of Christmas stories, The Alpha’s Challenge and A Dom for Christmas, both due in December, and Secrets Dispatched, book 4 in my Diomhair series out at the end of this month. Then there are several other books scheduled for the new year and I have a couple of other contemporaries simmering in my mind.

As ever, I’m playing refresh the inbox as I wait to hear on a submission. And I thought I was slowing down…

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

When I won my first writing competition aged around 7 or 8, and the prize was lots of chocolate.

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

Write as you can, not as you think you should. That’s your own personal voice, no one elses.

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you?

There isn’t one. Everyone is flawed that’s what makes them ‘perfect’.

Hobbies? Reading, walking, cross stich, and travelling. Eating chocolate and sipping fine wine.


According to my Dh, junk. I say of course no it’s old blue and white china.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

Argh, this is so difficult. Part of me wants to say getting my children to adulthood, another part says standing on top of the Great Wall of China, may years ago, with my family.My daughter was around ten, and I remember her saying “How many ten year olds from Scotland do this?” At that time, not many. As we stood snd listened to the silence it was magical, and I understood why people worship mountains. At one point the air was so still you could here a bird’s wings as it flew past, and then the tinkle of a bell around a donkey’s neck, many hundereds of feet below us. A very special moment.

Mind you, I could also say writing and getting published, but I’m still on that adventure.

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

I’d have to do a rafflecopter. Dh and I are doing our gap year in two week stints, so I couldn’t chose. Machu Picchu maybe? Or Swellendam in South Africa, or Western Australia, or Hong Kong, or…

When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?

I’d love to be able to try anything, but being gluten intollerent puts paid to that. However take out the gluten, and as long it’s not cheese or tripe, I’m game.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

Soft loo roll.

How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you?


What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

Every season has its good points and bad. I love the sunhine, and warmth, watching the sun come up over the ocean or mountains. However, a crisp autumn morning, the season of mists and mellow fruitfullness takes a lot of beating as well.

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?

It depends where I am, what the weather is like, and if its fire and curtains closed, or midge-repellent and long evening time. It involes my DH, fine wine and chill out music.

What project are you working on next?

Tidying (read that as de-cluttering) the upper floor of the garage. I swear there’s boxes in there, unopened sincewe moved from England, over twenty-five years ago.

Writing wise, whichever story and charcters shout loudest.

Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next?

I’m usually, on and off Facebook and Twitter. I’m guesting on several blogs, and magazines, including Cara Sutra Are, and USA today. Plus all the stops on my world tour for Dominated by the Earl.



Author Bio:


Well what can I say?

I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

Official bio: Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.



Author Leigh Greenwood

November 25, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News 1 Comment →

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Torn Between a Desire to be Free…

When Laurie Spencer said “I do”, she never realized she’d be trading one pair of shackles for another—until her husband’s unexpected death leaves her with an opportunity to escape her controlling family for good. Determined to be independent, Laurie approaches sexy rancher Jared Smith with an offer she hopes he can’t refuse…

And a Longing to be His…

Jared’s determined to make it in Texas, but with the local banker turned against him, it looks like his dream may be slipping through his fingers. When unconsciously sensual Laurie offers a partnership, his luck may be changing…but when she throws herself in as part of the deal, Jared’s not sure he’ll be able to respect the terms of their agreement and keep his eyes—and his hands—to himself.

There’s something about Laurie that awakens every protective instinct Jared has…and when all hell breaks loose, there’s nothing and no one who’ll be able to keep this cowboy from her side.









Author Interview:

Please tell us a little bit about your current projects? I’m working on a four-book series called Cactus Creek. The series has a double theme. The first three heroines are cousins, the last the daughter of one of them. The first three heroes are brothers who were adopted by different families when their parents died on the Santa Fe Trail. They’re trying to find each other after being separated most of their lives.

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer? I’m not sure there was such a moment. I knew I wanted to write, but it was a hobby started later in life. It grew from sketches and children’s stories to books with out me planning it. Once I finished that first boo, my fate was cast.

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day? Write because you can’t NOT write.

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you? There’s no such thing. Depending on the circumstances, every character has the potential to be a hero.

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections? I majored in music with an emphasis on voice so I love to sing. I’ve been in choirs since I was fourteen. I also love to garden, flowers and vegetables. After my divorce, it was necessary to feed myself. Fortunately I found I really enjoyed cooking.

What has been your biggest adventure to date? Spending twenty-four days rafting down the Grand Canyon at the young age of sixty-six. We rode more than sixty some rapids, camped out every night, and had the time of our lives.

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why? Probably on a Caribbean island with a house on the coast and a balcony that opens on to the sea.

When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes? I do try different things, especially when I travel to other countries, but I’d have to say I stick to the tried and true. At 73, I’ve tried a lot of different things.

 What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”? An evening on a Caribbean island with a glass of wine, my bare feet in the sand, and the person I love beside me.

How do you describe yourself? Pragmatic with a strong streak of romanticism. How would your family and friends describe you? Bossy

What is your favorite comfort food? Fried chicken and hot buttered biscuits

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it? Spring because everything is new.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without? It would be hard to decide between a stove, a washing machine, and a hot water heater. Then there’s the A\C. As you can tell, I love my creature comforts. The rest of it – cell phones, Internet, TV, computers – I could easily do without. I was born in 1941. We didn’t have any of those things then so I know how to live without them.

What project are you working on next? The last book in the series.

Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next? I have a Facebook page, but I’m terrible at it. Technology is not my strong point.


Author Bio:

Leigh Greenwood is the USA Today bestselling author of the popular Seven Brides, Cowboys, and Night Riders series. The proud father of three grown children, Leigh resides in Charlotte, North Carolina. He never intended to be a writer, but he found it hard to ignore the people in his head, and the only way to get them out was to write. Visit him at

Exquisite Trouble by Ann Mayburn

November 25, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News No Comments →

Some people think my boyfriend, Smoke, is a total biker psycho, a natural born killer who will destroy anyone who threatens what he considers his. They wouldn’t be wrong, but he’s so much more than that. For the first time in my life I know what it’s like to be completely and truly adored by a man who loves me for exactly who I am, a high functioning autistic with more personality quirks than there are stars in the Texas Hill Country night sky. He’s the dark salvation I never dared hope for, my beloved fallen angel who is trying with all of his wicked heart to save me from what seems like an entire world bent on either killing me or a fate worse than death.

We’re headed to the Denver, Colorado chapter of the Iron Horse MC, chasing after my narcissistic, junkie mother who decided to steal from some very bad men leaving her two daughters behind to pay the price for her betrayal. My twin sister, Sarah, old lady to the Iron Horse MC president, is looking for my mother as well, but Sarah’s gone rogue and has no one to guard her back which worries me deeply. To further complicate matters, there are traitors in the Iron Horse MC who are working with my mother, not only helping her to escape but also informing my enemies of my every move.

The odds are stacked against me, but I will do whatever is necessary to protect those I love, and with Smoke at my side, I just might make it out of this mess alive.

(Naughty and Nice)
Resting my cheek on Smoke’s chest I absently stroked the sparse hair on his arms, humming
to myself while I enjoyed my post orgasmic bliss. I felt so connected to him, so loved, and I was
trying with all my might to avoid thinking about the day to come. The small, scared, dependent
part of me my father had tried so hard to destroy wanted to spend the rest of the day hiding here
with my man, but I knew Smoke would never allow that.
Sure enough, his muscles flexed beneath my cheek as he sighed. “Time to get up, sweetheart.
We have a brunch we need to get to and a traitor to catch.”
His perfect, bronze skin gleamed in the sunlight, and I let out an appreciative sigh as he stood.
He really was too fucking hot for his own good. “You think one of them is a spy?”
“The old ladies?”
“Yeah.” I walked into the bathroom to quickly wash the remains of our activities away with a
brief shower.
There was silence while I cleaned up, and by the time I came back, he was looking at his cell
phone with a frown, busily typing something.
Whatever he was reading wasn’t making him happy if the anger coming off of him was any
indication, and I tensed as well, my body reacting to his non-verbal language. I watched him
begin to pace, and my pulse picked up, throwing off the lingering afterglow from good sex. The
only time my man paced was when he was struggling to hold back some strong emotion, usually
Fear tried to worm its way further into my heart, but I concentrated instead on getting dressed
in a pair of cute jeans, with elaborate stitching on the back pockets, and a lovely orange and pink
bra that matched my panties. When he growled, I turned my back and tried to apply my lip gloss
with a shaking hand, before giving up and watching in the mirror as Smoke paced behind me.
When I’d first met him, I would have wanted to stop him from pacing, to try to calm him down,
but now I knew him well enough to realize that this was his form of downloading. For Smoke,
his ground-eating strides somehow soothed him, so I left him alone and slipped on my wrist
cuffs, admiring the gleam of silver in the sunlight coming in through the partially opened shades
and sheer, white curtains.
A harsh sigh escaped him when he finally stilled and met my eyes in the mirror. “It’s not
outside the realm of possibility that one of them may be a traitor.”
As soon as the word traitor left Smoke’s lips, memories of my father lecturing me on how
traitors were the lowest of the low, the scum of the earth, raced through my mind. If there was a
rat among the old ladies, I was gonna find her, fear of meeting new people or not. I would find a
way to get through this and bring us a huge leap forward in my efforts to get this fucking hit off
my head, and bring Sarah home. With this in mind, I turned back to look Smoke in the eye and
he grinned. With his words, the training from my dad kicked in, and I gave him a slow nod as my
mind shifted from ‘Swan, the woman’ to ‘Swan, the battle-trained survivor’.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Easy, mama bear. I don’t need you clawin’ anyone’s face off.”
That brought me out of my cold space a little bit and I shrugged. “I’m going to do what has to
be done.”
Still smiling at me, he nodded, and the light caught the hints of amber in his eyes, turning
the irises to the color of melted chocolate. “I know you will. But for right now, just check them
out. The traitor could be acting independently of her old man as well, so if a woman seems real
unhappy with her man, she might be a suspect. Or if she seems really happy with everything, that
might trip your female ESP as well.”
“My female ESP?”
“Yeah, you know, that chick intuition shit. Look, we don’t have time to sit around and bullshit
right now. If we did I’d still be fuckin’ you instead of talkin’. Damn woman, I can’t seem to be
around you without wanting you beneath me.”
Heat rushed through me, and I squeezed my thighs together to try and stop the initial ache of
arousal. “Okay.”
My voice came out in a high-pitched squeak that made him chuckle. Not knowing what
the day would bring, I chose a loose, long-sleeved, pink, silky shirt with a tight, white tank
top beneath that, which was also a waist holster. As I got dressed, I waited for Smoke to come
molest me, but he remained on the bed and focused on whatever he was texting. A renewed
sense of purpose filled me, but there was also a growing sense of loss at being away from the
safety Smoke provided me. He was the only person here I trusted, and I wasn’t a big fan of being
in unfamiliar environments, even if he would be there with me.
“Baby, what’cha thinkin’ so hard about?”
Before I could stop the words, I said what I was really thinking. “I don’t want to be away
from you.”
He sighed and looked up, watching me as I hid a variety of weapons. The weary look left his
face and a slight smile curved his lips. “Make sure you don’t go through any metal detectors.”
Strapping a sheathed throwing knife to my forearm, I glanced up and raised my eyebrows.
“Ha. Ha.”
“I’ll be there, but you’ll be on your own with the women. If I hung out with you, it would be
totally out of character.”
I placed my handgun into its holster on my waist before securing it in place and tugging my
shirt down.
As I moved this way and that in the mirror to make sure the gun couldn’t be seen through the
tank and shirt, Smoke laughed. “Does that thing have a laser sight on it?”
“Of course. Never hurts to have that little bit of extra help, but I don’t use it much. If I relied
on it, I’d be a shitty shot at night.”
“Wouldn’t you worry that the laser would show them where you are?”
“Not really. When I shoot, I shoot to kill.”
“Baby, sometimes you scare me.”
I was still lost in my own fantasy world when the door to my side of the truck was jerked open, and I was snatched out before I could tumble to the ground. Smoke ignored my shriek and grabbed a blanket from the backseat before carrying me over his shoulder to the back of the truck. He took the gate down, tossed the blanket onto the bed of the truck, then perched me on the blanket, all while speaking in Spanish to someone on the phone. Judging by his tone, it wasn’t a happy conversation, but he gazed at me with lust and not anger. He wasn’t pleased with whoever he was talking to, and it made his movements somewhat harsher than usual, more dominant.

I liked that.

He put his hand over the cellphone and said in a stern, no-bullshit voice, “Take your pants off and play with that sweet pussy for me. Fuck, the thought of being the first to do all these dirty things with you and knowing that I’m gonna be the only man you’ll ever have inside of you, makes me want to give your greedy body every inch of cock it wants, and then some. I own that golden cunt.”

I moaned loudly, and arched my hips up at him, begging him to touch me as he seduced me with his raw words. I wanted to argue that I belonged only to myself, but that wasn’t true. Smoke owned a piece of me now, not just my libido but a bit of my heart and soul. I should’ve been freaked out, but I also realized I owned a part of him as well.

I looked into his dark eyes and studied his face, and found a dizzying amount of desire mixed with rougher, darker emotions. I deliberately made a great production of taking my clothes off, putting everything I’d learned while working at a strip club to good use. My moves were controlled, the dip of a shoulder to draw his gaze to my neck, a slight arch to my back that pushed my butt out.

His voice faltered for a moment then picked back up as he traced his fingers over my bottom. The tremble in his fingertips as he stroked me made me want to drive him crazy. This man loved me. It was evident in his every caress, his every glance, and his every territorial move. Smoke was one hundred percent alpha male, and his need to assert his dominance over me never failed to turn me on. He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down, then propped my butt up so I had to curve my spine to accommodate his silent demands.

Remembering what he wanted from me, I spread my legs the slightest bit and slowly ran my fingertip over the wet slit of my sex. Smoke went silent behind me for a long, long moment. When he spoke again, his voice had a rough edge to it that hadn’t been there before. I stared at the bed of the truck with unseeing eyes, my imagination painting vivid pictures of my man standing behind me, trying to concentrate on business while I tempted him with pleasure. The control that I had over Smoke with my body ramped my desire higher as I tried to entice him to touch me…taste me.

I teased myself and him, swirling two of my fingers through my arousal before sinking them slowly inside of me. I startled when Smoke grabbed my hips, but it was only so he could arch me further and spread my legs wider, leaving nothing of my body hidden from him. He stroked the back of my thigh with one hand, his voice becoming nothing but a rumbling sound in my ears as I reveled in his attention. My fingers felt good inside of me, but his cock would feel so much better.

“Touch me,” I whispered.

Evidently I said it loud enough so that Smoke could hear me, because a second later he spanked my bottom hard enough to sting. I almost jerked my hand away from my pussy in surprise, but his hand cupped over mine. He moved my fingers inside of me, using my hand to touch my pussy the way he wanted me to. I gave myself over to him completely, my bite-bruised breasts crushed to the blanket and my ass feeling heated in the cool air.

When he was satisfied that I was playing with my sex as he’d silently instructed, he removed his hand for a moment and unzipped his pants to free his thick erection Then he ran his thumb near the entrance to my body, coating it with my arousal. I tensed when that thumb began to spread my natural lubricant up to my anus, but he just played with me, toying with my body until I was trying to get him to sink his thumb into my bottom. A naughty pleasure tightened my sex, and I groaned as he slowly breached my rear entrance with his thumb, which felt gigantic.

I tensed, not sure if I liked this sensation. It was weird and uncomfortable and…ohhhh, God… Smoke was smacking my hand away so he could press his rock-hard shaft against my pussy. His thumb turned from a distraction to an erotic thrill as he slowly sank into me, now speaking in English. I had no idea what he was saying, too caught up in the press of his almost unbearably thick dick breaching me where I needed him the most. The feeling of coming together was bliss, and I moaned from deep in my chest. When he went to pull out, I squeezed my inner muscles and earned a rough, choking sound from Smoke, followed by a snarl directed at the person on the phone.

“Baby, bite down on that blanket,” he whispered to me. “I don’t want this dirty fucker Hustler listening to you. You get too loud and I’ll stop fuckin’ you.”

I managed to gather the blanket, and hoped it was clean as I bit down on it. Personally, I didn’t give a shit if Hustler heard me. I’d seen him getting a blowjob by a pretty, but world-weary woman. Hustler could kiss my ass about me making any noises. It felt good to moan my pleasure into the cloth, and I had no doubt that Smoke—he loved gagging me—was getting off on the sight. Evidently, I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak because the idea of Hustler on the phone getting turned on by our fucking made my pussy clench. Now, I’m not saying I’d touch Hustler, ever, but I wanted to do anything and everything, as long as I did it with Smoke. A decadent shiver went through me at the sheer naughtiness of what we were doing, and I began to rock back onto Smoke’s devastating cock, enjoying the slow burn as he stretched me.

He stood still and let me experiment, his thumb still playing with my bottom. My eyelids slowly closed, and I became lost in the nothingness, my entire being focused on what kind of sensations I could coax from my buzzing nerves while rocking my hips back into Smoke. Soon, I was making little, pained noises into the blanket. There was a place on the upper part of my pussy that felt really, really good when he stroked over it in a certain way. The ridge of the crest of his shaft was pressing into me just right, and I shuddered then grunted.

I barely moved a few inches with each roll of my hips, trying to move to maximize that wonderful, hard tingle I got with every short stroke. It almost felt like he was rubbing my clit from the inside. Another hard moan escaped me, muffled by the blanket, then both of Smoke’s hands gripped my hips hard enough that it sent bright sparks of pleasure/pain surging through me.

“You like that, my naughty girl? When my cock strokes you right…there?”

I cried out as he shoved roughly into me, pressing hard on that spot and making my whole body shiver and shake.

“Yeah, you like that.” His chuckle was that of a smug, self-satisfied male. “We’ll have to see if I can make you squirt for me sometime. But right now, I need to fuck you before anyone else calls me.”

With that he pulled all the way out until the bulbous head of his dick stretched the entrance to my sex, a cry of distress leaving my lips before I could stop it. He laughed again, but the sound turned into a growl as he began to fuck me, harsh thrusts that rocked the truck with his movements. One of his hands left my hip and wound into my hair, pulling back hard enough that I couldn’t help but scream out my pleasure.

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  Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of  West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist,   a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan   Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
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(Un) Bidden by Melissa Haag

November 25, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News No Comments →



(Un) Bidden by Melissa Haag

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November 24, 2014


I left home because I didn’t want to end up in a cage like a lab rat. Hitching rides, begging for cash, and sleeping on the ground got old fast. That was the only reason I braved an overgrown path to a group of buildings. I’d hoped to find a bed and a decent night’s sleep. However, what I found was a place overrun by werewolves.

While on the run, Charlene finds herself surrounded by werewolves, creatures she can’t control with her mind like she can humans. Their existence has her believing she’s found a safe place to stay, a place where secrets are okay. However, she soon discovers she’s anything but safe. Charlene must learn how to use her abilities to influence the strange new species because if she can’t, the next bite she suffers might just kill her.

Read how the cycle begins, and have no doubt. Charlene’s past will shape the future of the Judgements.


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Gabby’s brain is like a human fish finder. It comes in handy when she wants to avoid people. Mostly men. They seem to like her a bit too much. It’s lonely being different, but she’s adapted to it. Really. She just wishes she knew why she is different, though.

In her search for answers, she discovers a hidden community of werewolves. She immerses herself in their culture, learning about their world until she meets Clay. He’s unkempt, prone to mood swings, intense without saying a word, and he thinks Gabby is his.

It’s going to take every trick she knows to convince Clay to go away, and every bit of willpower not to fall for him when she discovers the man beneath the rough exterior.

Delve into a riveting world of werewolves and young women with unexplained abilities, in Hope(less).









Melissa Haag currently resides in Wisconsin with her husband and three children. Touch is her first published novel. She is currently working on book five of a separate six book series. To learn more about her upcoming projects, visit her at: , and you can connect with her on: &


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Author Cythnia Sax

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Nicolas Rainer, Chicago’s most sought-after billionaire bachelor, has finally decided what he wants, and that’s Bee Carter in his arms, forever. He shows up unannounced on her doorstep and kisses her until her toes curl and her body burns.

Nicolas wasn’t the sexy man Bee expected to see this morning. Hawke Masters, her tattooed former marine, is riding his customized chopper toward the condo building, anticipating an equally mind-meltingly erotic encounter.

Both men want her with a thrilling intensity. Neither her billionaire nor her biker wishes to share her affections. Is today the day Bee is forced to choose?

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Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.








HART ATTACK by Cristin Harber

November 23, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News No Comments →

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Outside of Titan Group, there are few people that Roman Hart would die for. He’s a soldier, a protector, and he’s haunted that one of the people he should’ve been able to protect didn’t let him. That was years ago, and now a hardened heart and a cocky attitude are his impenetrable shields, until one woman—one challenge—drives him to distraction.

On the outside, Beth Tourne has it all. Luxury car, gorgeous condo, and a job partying with the rich and famous. It’s a plush CIA cover, but she wants more. Anything for an adrenaline rush that can override her guilty numbness and let her forget the tragedy she never saw coming.

Their scars make them perfect operatives. Their mirrored pasts give them deep, wounded reasons to stay alone. But the more they ignore the tension, the more vulnerable they become. Survival means trust. In one another, behind closed doors, and on the job. The only way they’re making it out alive is if they find peace while waging a war.

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Beth parked in the driveway of his nice house, which sat on a huge piece of property. After a quick knock on the door, it opened. Roman was bruised and battered and shirtless, and the shelved box of feelings came screaming open. Whatever his agenda was, the shirtless hello wasn’t fair.


“No, no, no.” She closed her eyes and pointed blindly. “Turn around, get dressed, and we can try this again.”


She stood her ground and wouldn’t cross the threshold. There was no possible way to remain detached when a wall of perfectly sculpted muscle stood a few feet away. “Roman.” She shook her head. “I’m not a booty call, go find a shirt.”




She peeked through one eye. Holy shit! He was perfect. Her mouth watered. Definitely dangerous, he was a man who could leave her without a sane thought left.


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Cristin Harber is a USA Today bestselling romantic suspense and military romance author. Fans voted her onto Amazon’s Top Picks for Debut Romance Authors in 2013, and her debut Titan series was #1 romantic suspense, #1 military romance, and a USA Today Top 100 bestseller.

She lives outside Washington, DC with her family and English Bulldog.

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Wild by Sophie Jordan

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A good girl goes fabulously bad in the final book in New York Times bestselling author Sophie Jordan’s sexy New Adult romance series, in which three Ivy League suite-mates seek higher knowledge of just how far they can go.

Months after her boyfriend dumped her, Georgia can still hear the insults he hurled at her. Boring. Predictable. Tame. Tired of feeling bad, she’s ready to change her image, and go a little wild. What better way to prove her ex wrong than a hot night of sexual adventure at the secret campus kink club?

In the shadowy den of the kink club, she unexpectedly runs into Logan Mulvaney, her friend’s little brother. A player extraordinaire too hot for his own good, he may be younger, but the guy is light years ahead when it comes to sexual experience. Now he’s telling her to go home—“good girls” don’t belong here!

Georgia is tired of having others define her. She’s going to teach Logan a lesson he won’t forget—one white hot, mind-wrecking kiss . . . that leads to another . . . and another . . . and. . . . Realizing she’s way in over her head, Georgia runs.

Only Logan won’t let her go. Everywhere she goes he’s there, making her want every inch of him. Making her forget who she is. Who he is. And just how wrong they are for each other.

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“I gotta go,” I said hurriedly, turning to walk around the Jeep, ready to climb in the backseat, not even caring how obvious I was in trying to put distance between us by unnecessarily circling around the vehicle.

I felt him move behind me before I felt his hands on my arms. “No, you don’t,” he growled. “You don’t get to run away again.”

I squeaked as he hauled me back against his chest. My spine stiffened iron-rod straight against the wall of his broad chest. I felt my eyes go huge in my face. He was touching me. Again.And I was freaking out on the inside. I sucked in a deep breath, determined that my freak-out stayed internal only.

“Let me go. They’re coming.” My heart hammered violently in my chest and I didn’t know if it was because we were about to get busted by my friends or because his body felt so unbelievable against mine. Okay, fine. It was both.

His mouth brushed my ear as he spoke, spiking sensation to every nerve in my body. “Are you embarrassed, Georgia? You don’t want them to see me with you? Don’t want Pepper and Reece to know about us?”

“There is no ‘us.’ ”

“Oh, but there will be. We both know why you came tonight.” His fingers flexed, each digit a burning imprint on my forearms.

“Yeah?” Was that breathy croak my voice? “Why?”

“Because you haven’t been able to forget what it felt like to kiss me, and you want to know if the rest of it will be that good, too.” He bit down on my earlobe and a whimper escaped my lips. “It will be.”

An invisible band squeezed around my chest. I swallowed against my constricting throat. “Arrogant much?”

“It’s okay. I haven’t been able to forget either. I can still remember the way you taste.”

Oh. My. God.

I swallowed a moan and lurched free from him. Swinging around, I faced him and felt my knees go weak at the look in his eyes. Heavy-lidded and deep, his blue eyes looked almost indigo as they stared down at me.

“I know you probably think it’d be some great joke to bang one of your brother’s friends, but I’m not going to be another notch on your bedpost . . . some girl you screw once and forget about the next—”

He moved fast then, closing the space that I had established between us. Oh, yeah. He was a jock with ninja-fast reflexes. I needed to remember that.

I gasped as his hand slid around my neck, fingers burying in the hair at the base of my scalp. He lowered his head, dropping his forehead against mine until our breaths clashed and mingled. His fingers pressed and massaged the back of my head, shooting sensation straight to the core of me. Holy hell. Was that some kind of secret pressure point?

His words gusted over my mouth. “You think we’d fuck just once?”

My stomach plummeted at his blunt words.

He took my hand and dragged it between us, pressing my palm to his crotch—against the outline of his cock in his tight baseball pants. It hardened, growing beneath my touch and I felt an answering ache clench between my thighs. God, it hadbeen so long.

“This doesn’t feel like a joke to me. You don’t,” he growled in a tight voice. “I want to do things to you . . . things a clean, vanilla girl like you never dreamed of. Things that tool boyfriend of yours never came close to doing to you.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” I replied automatically.

At my response, Logan pushed my palm harder against him, rubbing the hard ridge of him. A tiny moan escaped me as the ache squeezed between my legs.

He angled his head. “I think you want me to do dirty things to you, Georgia.”



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Sophie Jordan grew up in the Texas hill country where she wove fantasies of dragons, warriors, and princesses. A former high school English teacher, she’s also the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Avon historical romances. She now lives in Houston with her family. When she’s not writing, she spends her time overloading on caffeine (lattes and Diet cherry Coke preferred), talking plotlines with anyone who will listen (including her kids), and cramming her DVR with true-crime and reality-TV shows. Sophie also writes paranormal romances under the name Sharie Kohler.






Three Times Lucky!

November 22, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News No Comments →


We’re announcing the release of Three Times Lucky! – our menage boxed set. Starting off with Kim Carmichael’s “Made for Two” She needs to prove she was made for two.

Solera Winters gives us an exquisitely hot menage in “Darkest Dreams” The darkest hour holds the hope of light. They continue to surround me with women by throwing in a sexy short poem by Chelle before I bring in my own menage with “A Perfect Fit.” Will Ivanka realize the truth of being in a triad or will her fear of ultimate rejection hold her back from total happines Dorothy Shaw follows the second poem given to us by Chelle, with “Playtime.” You’re welcome. We close out with Louisa Bacio’s “Menage by Monday” What can happen between three friends in three days?

Look out for this collection of hot stories to come out on November 18th!

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