March 31, 2017

Co-Wrecker by Meghan Quinn • Excerpt Reveal

We're celebrating the release of CO-WRECKER by Meghan Quinn!

NA Romantic Comedy
Photographer: Lauren Perry
Designer: Meghan Quinn
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What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They're both ice cold, but one taste is never enough. 

I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded man out there, I made up my mind. 

I’d make my coworker fall for me. 

I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.

Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.

The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter how bad the brain freeze.

She leans forward, her lips barely caressing mine, her hips rotating slightly, using the tip of my dick as a tease along her arousal. She groans into my mouth as her tongue flicks my lips.
“Fucking ride me,” I say, not wanting to do any more of this beating-around-the-bush bullshit—not that she has a bush to beat around actually.
Right on cue, she falls down on my dick, bottoming out all too quickly. There was no easing; there was no inch-by-inch movement on her end. No, she took me all in like a fucking boss. Her cry echoes through my head, making me feel drunk and hazy, like I was just knocked out by Captain Pleasure.
“Oh God,” she moans, her head resting against my chest now, her hips slowly making circles. “Cannon cock is,” she takes a deep breath, “a very accurate description.”
That gets a chuckle, but it’s quickly washed away when her head lifts and her eyes meet mine. Filled with desire, with a yearning I never thought I’d see from this intriguing girl, her arms wrap around my neck, and she starts to methodically move up and down on my hardened length. Her legs propelling her thrusts, they squeeze against mine for stability and in this moment, our eyes trained on each other, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so intimate.
Intimate. Fuck, is that what this is? Not a quick fuck, but intimacy? Does she think of it that way? I sure as hell hope so, because for once, I will be right there with her.
Gripping her ass, I guide her up and down as well, my hips starting to thrust up when she goes down. The combination is repeated, her moan growing with each passing bout of rubbing. Her forehead presses against mine as she looks down at our connection, something I’ve always found incredibly sexy in a woman, wanting to experience it all.
Fuck, this is all too much. The way her tits bounce against my chest, the feel of her tight pussy squeezing me with each pass, her sweet, and sexy moans in my ear . . . I’m going to lose it. I’m going to blow it before she even has a chance to think about visiting O-town.
Hold the fuck back. Grandma, think of Grandma. Lipstick on the teeth, curlers in her hair until noon.
Sadie’s thighs slap against mine.
Grandma! Wrinkly and old, dentures in a drinking cup.
Sadie’s pebbled nipples rub against my chest, and they’re so fucking hard.
Grandma. Dammit! Knee-high stockings and Velcro shoes.
“Shit, Andrew. I’m going to come.”
Thank, Christ. Catch ya later, Grams.
I assist her thrusts even more, taking control of our connection as her hands fall to my shoulders, trying her best to slam as hard as she can down on my lap. Her head falls back, her nipples pebbled in the air, her tits bouncing, and the strain in her neck . . .
“Oh God!” she cries out. Her movements are so erratic. Her pussy squeezing all around me.
That’s it. Everything in me goes blank. My balls tighten and with one final thrust, white-hot pleasure envelops me. My orgasm roars through me, and my dick twitches for what seems like fucking days. I spill into her, thrusting until every last drop is drained from me, and I feel like I’ll never catch my breath.
Slowing down, our bodies slide together, our sweat mixing, our breathing simply panting, and the combination is fucking aces.
Yeah, I said it. It’s FUCKING ACES.
“Shit,” I breathe out. “That was hot.”
Chuckling, she lifts her head and kisses my lips. “That was something we will be doing again.”
Smiling at her, I thrust up again, reminding her of our connection. “I told you he wouldn’t bite.”
Pushing back on my chest, she starts clapping her hands. “And there he is, the Andrew I first met, always making things awkward.”
I laugh from the pit of my stomach. “Sorry, baby, I can’t be suave and debonair all the time. I’ve got to show some faults for mankind, or how else would it be fair to men around me?”
She rolls her eyes and climbs off me, but not quick enough. I pin her to the bed beneath us and press my chest against hers.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say you’re into me.”
Tilting her head to the side, a playful look in her eyes, she says, “Unfortunately, Andrew. I’m into you.” Unfortunately?
“Ha!” I fist-pump the air. “I’ll take it!”

About the Author:

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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March 30, 2017

Real Dirty & Real Sexy by Meghan March • COVER REVEAL

We are very excited to bring you the double cover reveal for Real Dirty and Real Sexy from bestselling author Meghan March. The duet releases in May and we can't wait for you to meet Boone Thrasher !




Real Dirty Duet Book 1
By Meghan March
Release Day May 9th

    Real Dirty AMAZON


I have everything a guy could want—a new single burning up the charts, more money than a simple country boy could spend, and a woman I’m planning to marry. Until she doesn’t show up for my proposal. The life I thought was so perfect, isn’t. The guy who thought he had everything, doesn’t. I’ve got my heart on lockdown, but life sends me straight into the path of a mouthy bartender who puts me in my place. Now the only place I want to put her is under me. I thought I was done with love, but maybe I’m just getting started. 


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Real Dirty Duet Book 2
By Meghan March
Release Day May 23th

      Real Sexy AMAZON


In Nashville, country stars are a dime a dozen. I swore I’d never get caught up with one, but Boone Thrasher made a liar out of me. I said I’d never put my heart on the line, but he didn’t ask before he stole it. Now we’re facing my worst fears, and we'll see if this country boy is tough enough to see it through. Girls like me don’t get happily ever afters… but maybe he’ll prove that wrong too.  


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About the Author:


Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at

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Checkmate Duet Boxed Set by Kennedy Fox • COVER REVEAL

Title: Checkmate Boxed Set 
Series: Checkmate Duet (Travis & Viola)
Titles Included: Checkmate This is War & Checkmate: This is Love 
Author: Kennedy Fox 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Trope: Enemies to Lovers 
Photographer & Designer: Sara Eirew 
Release Date: April 5, 2017


Travis King is the worst kind of asshole with good looks and enough confidence to last two lifetimes. Viola Fisher is a goodie two shoes know-it-all who prefers fictional love stories over her own. The only thing they have in common is their mutual hatred for each other.

She’s had a secret crush on him since she was ten but Travis has always made it very clear the feelings aren’t mutual. He’s cruel, crass and takes every opportunity to get under Viola’s skin. She’s smart, beautiful, and too good to be true. Hating him is her religion but needing her is his.

Although Viola loathes his very existence, against her better judgment she let him into her bed. Her sexy curves and filthy smart mouth make Travis want her even more and although she’s succumbed to his manwhore ways, she’s determined to not let that change a thing. 

Too bad he has other plans. 

Viola’s always been off-limits, but Travis is determined to keep crossing that line. She can try to push him away, but he always gets what he wants and he’ll do anything to prove he’s done playing games.

Until then, they’ll play by their own rules to see who will win the biggest battle yet—love or hate? Checkmate.

*Recommend for ages 18+ due to sexual content and adult language.* 


     Watching Viola’s cheeks turn bright red gives me a thrill every time. She’s easy to rile up, even easier to embarrass. She pretends to hate me, but let’s be honest, there’s hardly anything about me worth hating. Even when she was just ten years old and we’d just met, I could make her blush without even speaking.

     I work out every chance I get, eat right, and work my ass off both in and out of the gym. When I’m not working out or at my job, I enjoy other types of recreation.
     Currently her name is Rachel and she’s basically salivating at the mouth as she waits for me to give her what she’s begging for.
     I give in, of course.
     I’m a guy after all.
     When we’re both sated and panting next to each other, I clean up and pull my boxer shorts back up. She curls her body around mine and places a quick kiss on my shoulder. “Are you kicking me out now?” I look over my shoulder and give her a sympathetic grin. “Sorry, babe. No sleepovers.”
     That’s not entirely a rule set in stone, but I prefer to sleep alone. Especially if there’s no chance of morning sex the next day. I get up at five a.m. and head to the gym before I have to be to work at eight.
     “All right.” She gets up and searches for her clothes. Once she’s dressed, she grabs her purse and walks over for a goodbye kiss. “Call me later.”
     “Sure.” I escort her out of the house and kiss her once more before shutting the door. I spin around and nearly run over Viola as she passes in the hall.
     “Aw…another victim released. How sweet of you.”
     “They aren’t victims if they’re willing,” I retort matter-of-factly.
     “Well, they’re airheads if they are.” She continues walking to the kitchen and reluctantly I follow.
     “You sure sound pretty envious.”
     “It’s not. It’s pity. There’s a difference.” She opens the fridge and reaches for a bottle of water.
     “Trust me…she’s not feeling any amount of pity right about now.” I lean up against the doorframe and watch her take a long drink.
     “If not pity, then definitely regret. Or perhaps she’s wondering where the nearest clinic is so she can get tested.” She takes another pull of her water and ignores my glare.
     “Just because a woman likes sex, doesn’t make her an airhead. But you wouldn’t know that would you? Not when you keep your V-card hostage like it’s a million-dollar diamond.”
     “For the hundredth time, I’m not a virgin!” she retorts sharply. “Just because I don’t spread my legs as much as a gymnast, doesn’t mean I’m a prude.”
      “Well it sure as hell doesn’t make you a delight.”
     She tosses the bottle out and steps toward me, shoving her shoulder against me as she walks past. “Knowing how to use your dick doesn’t make you a god, Travis.”
     I spin around and face her as she walks away. “You speak as if you know from experience.”
     “Trust me. The walls are thin. The entire neighborhood knows from experience,” she calls over her shoulder.
     “So are you saying I should be sorry for knowing how to use my dick?”
     She freezes and turns toward me. “No, you should be sorry for anyone that falls for your shit that gets them into your bed in the first place.” She presses her lips together in a fake smile and walks down the hall and back to where Drew is still playing his game.
     I don’t know what her problem is, but I’m determined to find out.

 It’s already ten o’clock, and I have a long day at the office tomorrow, but I can’t get Viola off my mind long enough to fall asleep.

     This never happens by the way.
     Okay, well, maybe it does. Only when she gets under my skin, which happens to be all the damn time.
     But you can’t blame me. She’s always perfect and proper, never wrong and always knows the answer to everything. She’s that annoying smart kid in class that always fucks up the grading curve for everyone else. The one that wears modest clothes but somehow always ends up looking sexy as fuck.
     On the outside, Viola Fisher is the poster child of innocence and purity. But I know better.
     Viola Fisher has tattoos and a right hook that could make any grown man cry.


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About the Author

 A secret duo of romance authors team up under the USA Today Bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox who share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you!

The Hard Truth About Sunshine by Sawyer Bennett • Review Blitz


The Hard Truth About Sunshine

By Sawyer Bennett
Release Day: March 28

The Hard Truth About Sunshine AMAZON


New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett has written her most gripping and poignant tale yet. Provocatively heart-breaking, audaciously irreverent and romantically fulfilling, The Hard Truth About Sunshine exposes just how very thin the line is between a full life and an empty existence. Despite having narrowly escaped death's clutches, Christopher Barlow is grateful for nothing. His capacity to love has been crushed. He hates everyone and everything, completely unable to see past the gray stain of misery that coats his perception of the world. It's only after he involuntarily joins a band of depressed misfits who are struggling to overcome their own problems, does Christopher start to re-evaluate his lot in life. What could they possibly learn from one another? How could they possibly help each other to heal? And the question that Christopher asks himself over and over again... can he learn to love again? He's about to find out as he embarks upon a cross country trip with a beautiful woman who is going blind, a boy with terminal cancer, and an abuse victim who can't decide whether she wants to live or die. Four people with nothing in common but their destination. They will encounter adventure, thrills, loss and love. And within their travels they will learn the greatest lesson of all. The hard truth about sunshine... Warning: This book deals with some tough issues including suicide and sexual abuse.

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Review by: Gina 

This book is something completely different that I have read from this author and...I LOVED IT!!! So much raw emotion, pain, fear, love, and excitement. It was hard not to empathize with these characters.It was hard not to feel what they were feeling, to share the joy and sorrow right along with them. 

I loved reading about Christopher and how as each day passes a little bit of that huge wall he has built around himself crumbs. It was kind of beautiful to witness. Jillian was the perfect light to his dark. They were two puzzle pieces that were meant to be together. his story went on, you knew what was going to happen but when it did, it didn't make it any easier. Bard was the wildcard. She always kept me on my toes, surprised me with everything she did. 

The story was just so incredibly heartbreaking yet beautiful. It is a book that makes you appreciate what you have. It makes you realize, everyone has a story to tell, they just might not be ready to tell it. The book does travel between the past and present but the author does a good job separating the two to keep a nice flow to the story. Hands down, this is one of my favorite books for 2017 and I really hope everyone takes the time to read it because it is perfection! 

6 Stars

Review by: Amy E 

What a poignant and eye opening depiction of the other side of our military veterans.  The struggle, despair, and ultimately the willpower needed to do more than exists was so emotionally powerful.   It showed how much can be gained by having the love and support of family and/or friends when you are at your lowest and how even then it might. It be enough.

This story was beautifully written with an array of characters with more depth than any other I've read.  You were pulled into their stories and emotionally attached to them instantly.  Each of them so different yet irrefutabley bound together by the cruel hand of fate. 

This was an absolute gem of a book that took me by surprise and left me with a heavy heart but, a smile on my face.

5 Stars 

Review by: Kim 

Wowza this book!!
Sawyer Bennett shows another whole side to her amazing talent with this book.
The Hard Truth About Sunshine isn't the usual fast paced, sexy read that we're used to getting from this author. No, this book is a hard look at just how difficult it can be to drag your heart, your spirit out of darkness and step into the brightness of the sunshine.
This book deals with some really difficult subjects. Sawyer Bennett shows us her heart as she wrote about these things with tenderness and grace. 
The Hard Truth About Sunshine is a poignant look into the lives of Four people who are forced together by circumstance and by their own actions. Each one has their own issues and problems. Each one broken in a way that some would never come back from. 
This book shows us how healing and grace and self forgiveness can come from the most unexpected places. How sharing even anger sometimes helps to heal even the most broken of spirits. 
I can't say enough good things about this book. So my advice? Read The HardTruth About Sunshine. It's sweet and romantic and hopeful. It's warm and full of feels, yet hard to read in places because your heart is breaking. 
This book...Simply Amazing.

5 Stars 


 Jillian holds my gaze for a moment, her eyes drilling into mine before she gently tugs on the material of my jeans near the shin rod of my prosthetic. “What happened to you?” She doesn’t look away. Not down at the fire, not down to my legs. She stares right at me. Although my gut is turning slightly at the thought of telling her what she asked, I forge straight ahead. For the first time, I tell someone who is not medical personnel or a shrink my story. “I was driving a military Humvee and the right front tire ran over a roadside bomb,” I say, and Jillian makes a sound of distress low her in throat as her eyes turn sad. “It completely obliterated my buddy sitting in the passenger seat.” To my surprise, Jillian scoots over closer to me and lays her head on my shoulder. She pushes her hand in between my ribs and my arm, curling her fingers over my bicep. It’s a show of support. Solidarity. That she’s settled in for the long haul of this story, and she wants to hear it all. “It didn’t blow my leg off,” I tell her, and I can feel her body jerk slightly in surprise. Her fingers squeeze my bicep. “The fingers yes, the leg no. It just shattered and shredded it badly, but the doctors tried hard to save it.” “Obviously, they couldn’t,” she whispers the obvious. “They tried for three months,” I tell her, reaching down to grab my phone laying near my left hip. Jillian lifts her head up, watching as I pull up my pictures. I scroll backward, but it doesn’t take long to find what I’m looking for because I don’t take a lot of photos. I hold the phone out so she can see. “This was taken about a month after my injury.” Jillian makes a strangled sound as she looks at the photo of me in bed. My eyes are half open because I was bombed out on so many heavy-duty pain medications, and I have a grimace on my face. I vaguely remember this picture being taken, and I think it may have been by my brother, Hank, when he came to visit once during that first month. He came a few more times after that, and then he didn’t. Jillian’s eyes roam over the photo. My leg is encased in the external fixator with several rods leading from the outside of the cage right into my skin, where it’s drilled through and into the bone to hold the pieces together. The wounds on my leg are all open to the air, red and some of them dripping with puss and lined with blisters. I’ve got IVs in both arms and a PICC line in the right side of my neck to deliver the hordes of antibiotics and pain meds I needed to keep me alive and functioning. I took the maximum dosages they allowed me, preferring to try to be oblivious to what was happening. Yet, the pain was so great it just couldn’t be fully erased. Jillian turns her head to look at me, and I lay the phone back down. “How long were you like that?” “Three months. But they couldn’t get ahead of the infections, which were delaying the bones from knitting. I was in so much pain that I wanted them to amputate.” “You had to make that decision?” she whispers. I nod. “Yup. I mean… the doctors were at the point they felt it was the right way to go, although they were willing to keep trying if I wanted. But I wanted it gone. I was tired of being in the hospital and being in so much pain. I just wanted it gone.” “Do you regret that decision?” she asks me bluntly, but with that still-sweet melody her voice makes. The question doesn’t bother me, because even her hard questions sound lovely. “Yes,” I tell her without any shame. “I wonder what would have happened if I held on just a little bit longer. Not long after the leg came off, the pain receded and I became more lucid. Once I’d forgotten how bad the infections smelled, I regretted it.” “Three months is an awful long time to be in pain like that,” she points out the obvious. I shrug. “And the rest of my life is a long time to wonder ‘what if.’”  



Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions. A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone. Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two. 

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