Thursday, June 30, 2016

Release Blitz ~ Bad Teacher by Clarissa Wild




Title: Bad Teacher
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 Release Date: June 28, 2016



Blurb

My name is Thomas and I’m always hard.
No really, that’s my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.
I can’t help it that my name suits me well.
You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.
One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.
Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
Why?
Because I broke my cardinal rule …

Never bang a student. 

*Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant jewels … Don’t even bother.*






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Excerpt

He reaches into his pocket.

Something inside starts to vibrate.

I squeal.

Everyone turns around.

Thomas places his finger on his own lips and shushes me.

“Don’t make a sound.”

“What the fuck?” I say.

“Shh … not so loud. You don’t want everyone here to know you have a butt plug in your ass, do you?” he whispers.

“Is that thing vibrating? Oh, my god.” My pupils dilate and then I growl, “You’re doing this.”

“Yes, I am. I needed to make a point here.”

“What point?” I shudder and clench my legs from the vibration, which pulses through me, causing delicious thumps.

Fuck. How am I supposed to concentrate on the conversation? How am I supposed to eat my damn venison if I can’t lift a damn fork without shaking?

“You are mine, Hailey. Whether you think you are or not doesn’t matter. When I say you’re mine, you’re mine completely. No one, and I mean no one, is going to touch you. I don’t share what belongs to me.”

“I don’t belong—”

“You belonged to me the moment I stuck my tongue into your pussy, and you know it,” he growls softly. “You think I’m playing around, don’t you? I’m not. I may not want to define whatever the fuck it is we’re doing here, but that doesn’t make me any less of a greedy motherfucker. And I am fucking greedy when it comes to you. That’s a problem of mine that I’m willing to admit now, having you on my mind every goddamn second of the day, wishing I could stick my tongue in your pussy and then my cock until I hear you scream my name. I also finally came to terms with the fact that I am one jealous asshole, and you won’t like me one bit when I’m jealous, Hailey, so don’t you make me one by letting other boys get a taste.”

I’m baffled.

I don’t even know what to say.

Completely fucking speechless, that’s what.

And I don’t even know if I’m supposed to take this as a compliment or a threat.

Judging by the sensations between my legs, I guess it’s good either way.

Not that I still have a choice in the matter. The more he talks, the more I want him to shut up and kiss me.

Now, I know what Lesley means when she’s talking about alpha men. He’s the prime example.

“Did you understand all that, Hailey?”

“Um … yes? I guess?” I say, licking my lips from the tightness in my ass that I’m suddenly very aware of, considering we’re in a restaurant.

The vibrating increases in intensity, making me squirm in my seat.

“Not. Good. Enough,” he growls. “Tell me exactly what you won’t be doing.”

“I won’t be seducing guys or letting anyone else touch me.”

“And?”

“I belong to you, even though we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Exactly. And when I ask you to tell me something, you will tell me.”

“Fine, yes,” I whisper, breathing heavily through my mouth to cope with the increased pleasure I’m feeling down below. Goddamn. It feels so wrong inside a restaurant.

“Yes, what?” He pulls the item from his pocket and shows it to me. “Or do you want me to turn this up a notch?”

“Yes, Sir!” I say, a little bit louder than intended, causing people to turn their heads.

He smiles wickedly. “Good.”

The vibrating loses its power, but it doesn’t stop completely.

“Why are you doing this?” I mutter. “We’re in a fucking restaurant.”

“I don’t care where we are. I will give you pleasure whenever I want, wherever I want. Because… let’s face it, that wasn’t really punishment, was it? Tell me the truth.” he muses, placing the item on the table in full view. Goddamn, it feels like a jab. Like he knows he owns me or something. Of course, he does. I know it too. I just wish I could own him too.

I sigh and pat my dress, trying to regain whatever’s left of my self-control. “Yes, Sir … I kinda liked it.”

“Hmm … that’s my good girl.”

Just those words … they do something to me.

Especially the part when he says ‘my.’

It makes my stomach flutter.

Thomas picks up his fork and takes a few more bites before putting it down again. Then he looks at me, at my plate, my fork, and points. “Are you done?”

I nod, trying to act as normal as possible while my ass feels like it’s on fire.

“Then let’s get outta here.”

“But we haven’t had dessert yet.”

“Oh … I know.” He grins. “We’ll get to that part soon.” He casually waves at the waiter. “Bill please!”




Review
Professor Thomas Hard.
He fully lives up to the name.
He's on the hunt for yet another one night stand when he sees the girl with red hair dancing by herself, like there's no one else around.
That's the one he'll take home tonight.
Haley is a college student, only there truthfully because it was her escape from an abusive home.
When she meets Thomas she knows there's no way she's not going to let him have anything he wants.
After the night of her life she does the walk of shame. Only the next day she gets the shock.
Her one night stand is her professor.
From here Thomas and Haley struggle, him to save his job and her college career and she to get the man she wants in bed again.
And again.

The back and forth between these two, I loved it. Occasionally funny, mostly lust filled and hot as hell, Bad Teacher will turn you on and make you laugh at the most unexpected times. 
5 stars

Author Bio


Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.


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Review: Bad Teacher

Bad Teacher Bad Teacher by Clarissa Wild
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Professor Thomas Hard.
He fully lives up to the name.
He's on the hunt for yet another one night stand when he sees the girl with red hair dancing by herself, like there's no one else around.
That's the one he'll take home tonight.
Haley is a college student, only there truthfully because it was her escape from an abusive home.
When she meets Thomas she knows there's no way she's not going to let him have anything he wants.
After the night of her life she does the walk of shame. Only the next day she gets the shock.
Her one night stand is her professor.
From here Thomas and Haley struggle, him to save his job and her college career and she to get the man she wants in bed again.
And again.
The back and forth between these two, I loved it. Occasionally funny, mostly lust filled and hot as hell, Bad Teacher will turn you on and make you laugh at the most unexpected times.

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Release Boost - Shopping for a CEO's Fiancée by Julia Kent




Title: Shopping for a CEO's Fiancée
Series: Shopping for a Billionaire #9
Author: Julia Kent
Genre: Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: June 22, 2016



Blurb

We skipped right over the whole fiancée thing and went straight from girlfriend to wife.

At least, I think that's what happened. I woke up after my brother's Vegas wedding reception with my luscious girlfriend in bed with me. We're both wearing wedding rings.

So is her coworker, Josh.

And our Vegas chauffeur, Geordi.

Who the hell am I married to?

Unraveling this mystery will be as difficult as figuring out why Amanda and I are having panic attacks over the thought of being husband and wife.

Or, whoever we're actually married to.

Oh, ^%$#.

It's true that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, with one exception:

If she's my wife, we'll make it work.

If she's not?

I'll make it happen.

Get the 9th book in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series as Andrew and Amanda sort out their wild Vegas night...and the rest of their lives.








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“We’re not—you don’t really—we can’t be—”

“Married?”

She laughs, but it’s a brittle sound. “Come on. We didn’t actually have a wedding last night.”

“We didn’t? You’re sure?” I perk up. Great. She remembers last night. I squeeze my eyes and try to recall something—anything—that happened after Declan and Shannon said their goodbyes at the reception last night.

“I’m, well, I mean...” Twisting in my arms, she looks at me with those big, wide, trusting eyes, her left hand splayed against my bare chest, digging in where the robe has separated. “You don’t remember what happened?”

My voice drops with uncertainty.

Hers goes up.

“No.”

“Quit joking.”

“Not joking.”

“We both can’t remember any part of last night?”

“When does your memory end?” I ask.

Mascara is streaked along the corner of her eye, and any makeup she wore last night currently resides somewhere on my skin or on the bedsheets. I can only imagine what I look like.

Amanda, though, is gorgeous. In my arms and looking at me with a perplexed expression, biting her lower lip while she flips through the filing cabinets of memory in her mind, and—

“I don’t know.”

I sit up. “You’re the fixer.”

“I know! But I remember saying goodnight to Shannon, hugging Declan, and then—poof! Nothing.”

Poof.

“That’s when my memory ends, too,” I say, my skin beginning to crawl. “I know one thing: we did not have a foursome.”

“And I soooooo did not sleep with Josh. He’s gay. The man can’t handle watching a birth video. A real-life vagina would send him into cardiac arrest.”

“I know my heart pounds whenever I see yours,” I whisper. She gives me a reluctant smile, in spite of her hangover.

“That was baaaaaad,” she groans.

“All signs point to the sex question being put to rest. Worst case, all we did was sleep with each other,” I note.

“Worst case? Buddy, sleeping with me is best case. Best case. Always best.”

That was an unfortunate choice of words on my part. Before I can do damage control, she speaks.

“What if we are?” she hisses.

“Are what?”

Her eyes dart to mine.

“Married.”



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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken. She loves to hear from her readers by email at julia@jkentauthor.com



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Re-release Blitz - Footprints in the Sand by Michelle Horst




Title: Footprints in the Sand
Author: Michelle Horst
Genre: Standalone Romance
 Re-release Date: June 30, 2016



Blurb

He is all I think and dream about.
My teenage heart beats only for him.
Until he becomes part of my worst nightmare…
Now I avoid him.
I ban every thought of him.






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Excerpt

I drink in everything about Seth. From his still wet hair, that’s making it shine dark as the glare of the sun catches it, to his chucks.

He is one RV away from me, but he is concentrating on his phone. Just as he reaches me the stupid phone rings. Like always, he gives me a quick smile that settles deep in my heart. I feel my face strain into a smile and then his attention is back to his phone as he answers it. He is always on his phone. I don’t think he knows of my existence, even though we live on the same street, take the same bus, and go to the same school. We even have some of the same classes. But to Seth Brody, I’m invisible, and I’d do anything to make him see me.




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International bestselling author of Predator, The Monster Series and many others. She loves writing anything from Young Adult to Suspense Romance.


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