Friday, April 19, 2019

DESTROY ME, Her Best Friend's Father #2 by Ayden K. Morgen IS LIVE!!!!!!!!



Destroy Me
Her Best Friend's Father #2
by Ayden K. Morgen
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Two weeks.
No strings attached.
No messy emotions.

Those were the terms Mila Lawson offered Roman Gregory when they found themselves living together in Santa Cruz. Now that the ATF agent has his daughter's twenty-two year old best friend in his bed every night, he's finding it more and more difficult to deny what he's felt for her since the day they met.

With a drug cartel threatening to go to war and his daughter becoming increasingly suspicious, the last thing Roman should be thinking about is keeping Mila by his side. He's never wanted much, but he wants her…and he's willing to break more than a few of his own rules to convince the feisty little blonde to put her heart in his hands.

For Mila, falling for Roman might just be the most terrifying thing she's ever done. Trusting him with her body is one thing, but with her past still hanging over her, she knows all too well that the scary-hot man who drives her wild has the power to destroy her.

As their time in Santa Cruz draws to a close and the world beyond their little stretch of beach closes in on them, Roman and Mila will be forced to confront the truth about their relationship and make decisions neither could have imagined.

But who ever said falling in love would be easy?
Destroy Me is the second of three steamy novellas featuring Mila and Roman.

**Only 99 cents!!**


Devour Me
Her Best Friend's Father #1

Don't get caught.

Never fall in love.
And steer clear of his daughter's friends.



The rules were easy enough for Roman Gregory...until Mila Lawson set out to break every single one of them.

When the twenty-two year old lands on the ATF agent's doorstep after a nasty breakup, he knows all too well that she's off-limits. At thirty-eight, he's almost twice her age, she's hurting, and the blonde bombshell is his daughter's best friend.

Mila knows all about wanting what she can't have. For four years, she's lusted after Talia McPherson's scary hot, terminally single father from afar. After walking away from her cheating ex and what she thought was her happily-ever-after, the last thing on her mind is jumping into a new relationship.

Until she find herself living with Roman in Santa Cruz...

Now all she can think about is making all those dirty fantasies come to life. With nothing left to lose, she makes him an offer he can't refuse: Two weeks of no-holds-barred sex. No strings. No commitments. No messy emotions.

Roman has no business agreeing to her insane proposition. He can't have her. He shouldn't even want her. But he's going to take her anyway… and he has no intentions of stopping until she's his completely.
If there's one thing Roman knows for a fact, it's that he doesn't lose. Ever.

Devour Me is the first of three steamy novellas featuring Mila and Roman.



**Only 99 cents!!**


Ayden is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies series. She lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of fourteen years, and their furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army.

Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the CJ and Social Services field.




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Tuesday, March 19, 2019

BEGGING FOR MERCY by Tamara Mataya is LIVE!




BEGGING FOR MERCY 
A Full Throttle Romance
by Tamara Mataya


More interested in lug nuts than Louboutins, mechanic Andy Perris was on a motorbike before she could walk. When her overprotective father decides to hand the garage to her older brother, Andy must prove she’s tough enough to take over. The only thing threatening her victory? Matthew Mercy. Racing rival. Scorching hot distraction.

Matthew only came back to Miami to bail out his little bro, who borrowed money from the wrong people. Matt needs the quick wins of the illegal street races to pay off those debts. Andy gets under Matt’s skin, racing hard and fighting dirty, proving she’s dangerous competition.

Soon the young racers are revving each other up on and off their bikes. The rumbling of the engines is nothing compared to the way Matt makes her body purr between his sheets. Andy doesn’t calm his need for speed. She propels him and he craves more. 
They’re in a race toward each other—or catastrophe. Maybe both.


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My FIVE STAR review: 

Well, it happened. Some hot new guy has replaced Darko (from MAKE ME) and Draven (from MOONDREAMER: The Sowing) as my favorite leading man, and his name is MATTHEW MERCY. 

Tamara has NAILED IT with BEGGING FOR MERCY, and I thoroughly enjoyed the chemistry between Andy and Matt. But this isn't just a book about a sexy love interest or blazing hot sex scenes--there's a pretty intense story line that carries you along on a wild ride from beginning to end. Add to that Tamara's wicked sense of humor and her ability to write a badass female lead, and BEGGING FOR MERCY is absolute perfection. 

If you're looking for a wild ride with a strong female lead and a smoking hot love interest, then BEGGING FOR MERCY will leave you begging for more. 


As Uncle Jesse would say, "HAVE MERCY." And then have him again and again. ;-)




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Friday, March 15, 2019

DEVOUR ME by Ayden K. Morgen is LIVE!!!!!!!!!!



Her Best Friend's Father #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 15, 2019

Don't get caught.
Never fall in love.
And steer clear of his daughter's friends.

The rules were easy enough for Roman Gregory...until Mila Lawson set out to break every single one of them.

When the twenty-two year old lands on the ATF agent's doorstep after a nasty breakup, he knows all too well that she's off-limits. At thirty-eight, he's almost twice her age, she's hurting, and the blonde bombshell is his daughter's best friend.

Mila knows all about wanting what she can't have. For four years, she's lusted after Talia McPherson's scary hot, terminally single father from afar. After walking away from her cheating ex and what she thought was her happily-ever-after, the last thing on her mind is jumping into a new relationship.

Until she find herself living with Roman in Santa Cruz...

Now all she can think about is making all those dirty fantasies come to life. With nothing left to lose, she makes him an offer he can't refuse: Two weeks of no-holds-barred sex. No strings. No commitments. No messy emotions.

Roman has no business agreeing to her insane proposition. He can't have her. He shouldn't even want her. But he's going to take her anyway… and he has no intentions of stopping until she's his completely.

If there's one thing Roman knows for a fact, it's that he doesn't lose. Ever.
Devour Me is the first of three steamy novellas featuring Mila and Roman.






"So I'm sorry about last night," I say, holding his gaze, refusing to fidget under the weight of it. My hand trembles, so I quickly set my coffee cup on the counter and cross my arms. "I never drink that much. I, um, I'm sorry I passed out and you had to take care of me."

He frowns at me, something shifting through his gaze so quickly, I can't make it out. He looks…I'm not sure. Like I've thrown him off-balance again, like he suddenly isn't sure what to expect from me. That little flash of uncertainty gives me the courage I need to finish what I have to say.

"I should probably also apologize for going into your room yesterday. It wasn't fair of me to invade your privacy like that. You had your door closed for a reason, and I should have respected that."

He stares at me, but doesn't say anything. He does that a lot, just watches me. Ever since I first met him, he's watched me like he can't look away. He looks at me like he knows me inside and out, and still hasn't decided what to do about me. It's unnerving and hot at the same damn time, and I have no clue what it means.

"You said you should apologize," he finally says.

"Hmm?"

"You said you should apologize." He tips his coffee cup up to his lips and takes a sip, watching me over the rim. Those blue eyes rove across my face, not missing anything. "You didn't say you are sorry."

"Oh." I wander toward the fridge, grimacing when my foot throbs.

"Is your foot still bothering you?"

"It's okay," I say, giving him a partial truth. It's not too bad, but it honestly feels worse this morning than it did yesterday. I think it may be getting infected. That's probably my fault for walking around barefoot all the time, but I like the feel of the floor beneath my feet. I love buying shoes, but I'm not big on actually wearing them.

I squeak when I'm suddenly lifted off my feet. My hands go to Roman's shoulders, clutching as he swings me up into his arms like I don't weigh anything. He doesn't seem to notice my weight at all, actually. It's honestly kind of hot. Damien was tall and lanky and he never picked me up. I'm only a size thirteen, but I always felt a little out of place next to him. Or maybe he made me feel out of place beside him. I'm not sure, but Roman doesn't make me feel that way.

He turns and plops me down on the island. The marble is cold beneath me, my thin shorts not offering much protection. The chill fades quickly when he runs his hand down my bare leg, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. A different kind of shiver rolls through me, and then he's propping my foot up to examine it, a furrow between his brows. I fight the urge to reach out and smooth that little wrinkle with my fingers.

"You need to keep this bandaged. It's infected." His fingertip runs across my instep and then he turns away.

He's back in seconds, the first aid kit in his hands. He pops it open and rummages through, setting aside various items before he finds what he's after. I open my mouth to tell him that I'm fine, but he glares at me before I can form the first syllable, so I shut up and sit patiently.

He cleans the cut with gentle hands, swabs ointment onto it, and then wraps a bandage around my foot.

"Thanks," I whisper when he's finished.

I expect him to let me go, but he doesn't. He looks up at me, his big hand still wrapped around my ankle. He's so close I can see little flecks of gold in his eyes, smell the coffee and minty toothpaste on his breath. I swallow hard at the heat in his gaze.

"You said you should apologize," he repeats his earlier comment now that he's done doctoring me up. "Are you sorry?"

"No," I whisper, unable to lie to him. Maybe I should be sorry for invading his privacy or throwing myself at him, but honestly, I think I'd do the same thing all over again. I want him, and I know he wants me too. Taking big risks and putting myself out there has never really been my thing, but I want to take one this time.

He slides his hand up my calf.

"Are you sorry?" I ask, my gaze locked on the play of emotions across his face. They swirl through his eyes so quickly I'm not sure where his head is at…what he's thinking…what he wants.

"No." His hand lands against my inner thigh, making me jump. "Easy, baby," he murmurs, placing himself between my spread legs.

"You apologized yesterday," I remind him, trying to ignore the way my stomach flips at the word baby. I love it when he calls me that.

"I lied." His mouth lands against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "I'm not sorry for a fucking thing, Mila." His teeth clamp down around my earlobe. The sting sends a bolt straight to my clit. "You offered me two weeks," he says against my skin. "Did you mean it?"

"Y-yes."

He nips at my earlobe again like he's rewarding me for answering him. His hands skim across my thighs and then around to my hips. He grips me hard, holding me in place.

"I hope you're ready for me, sweetheart," he whispers. "It's too late to back out now."




ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ayden is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies series. She lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of fifteen years, and their furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army.

Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the CJ and Social Services field.

You can find her at http://akmorgen.com or on Facebook at http://facebook.com/akmorgen.

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Thursday, February 14, 2019

ENTWINED is here!


Happy Valentine's Day, Toby and Ever! 
And, you guys, too, if your idea 
of a happy Valentine's Day 
is reading one of my books, haha. 
(If so, I love you.)


But for real this time, the wait is finally over! ENTWINED IS LIVE! 
See how things wrap up for Ever, Toby, and Frankie in the final installment of The Ever Trilogy! 

If you've stuck around this long, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. 





ENTWINED
The Ever Trilogy, Book 3
By Jessa Russo








“After years of collecting souls without even a moment’s pause, I’d collected the one soul I swore I’d never harvest. The one soul I’d promised to protect. 
Against my will and without my permission.”

When soul collector Toby James met Ever Van Ruysdael, his second chance at life, his world, and his heart were thrown for a loop. After months of chaos, they’re finally in a good place. 
But fate has other plans for Ever and Toby, and now, both souls are on the line. 
All’s fair in love and war… when a Reaper comes knocking on your door.

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Thursday, January 31, 2019

ENTWINED Sneak Peek!

Hey everyone! 
Can you believe we're finally just two weeks away from ENTWINED's release!? 

HAHA! NEITHER CAN I!

It only took, what, like six years? 

*snort*

Anyway, without further ado, here's your sneak peek at the final book in The Ever Trilogy. 
I hope you enjoy it! 
And if you haven't yet done so, please grab your copy now at the pre-order link below! 
Just 99 cents for a limited time! 





ENTWINED
The Ever Trilogy, Book 3
By Jessa Russo

Release Date: Thursday, February 14th, 2019
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Prologue
Toby

After years of collecting souls without even a moment’s pause, I’d collected the one soul I swore I’d never harvest. The one soul I’d promised to protect.
Against my will and without my permission.
I’d learned at a very young age that every action has a reaction, every choice a consequence.
Good or bad, I’d learned to prepare. I’d made mistakes, sure, countless mistakes. But every single one of them had an outcome.
Sometimes a consequence is trivial, may even go unnoticed. You can skip a rock across the surface of a lake, and though ripples may spread out over the water, very little is disturbed beneath the surface. That same rock, however, if loosed from the top of a snow-covered mountain, can cause an avalanche that decimates the town below.
Ariadne Stone was my avalanche.
I made a choice the day I decided I’d follow Ariadne anywhere. In my desperation to get out of my situation, logic clouded by my hunger for freedom, my need to escape the confines of my childhood home and my dead-but-not-gone mother, I made a choice.
Mom couldn’t leave me, but I could leave her.
I chose a vindictive, soul-sucking Collector and her unspoken promise of freedom over the woman who would have given her life for me. I chose Ari over my mom and my little brother and that choice forever altered my course. I’d had no way of knowing at the time, no way of seeing what lay on the other side of that decision, but it was there, that outcome, waiting. My mother was sent on, my childhood home was sold, my brother was forced to fend for himself, and my life as I knew it was over.
As a Soul Collector, I learned the ropes quickly. I also learned Ari was my kryptonite, and anything she touched turned to ash, so I steered clear of her as much as I could.
Well, as much as I could while working for her prick of a father.
Then Ever Van Ruysdael came along and lit up my world, mending every broken piece of me until all that was left was love. With Ever in my life, I’d let go of my hate for Ari and my circumstances, released the regret that had darkened every day of my life since my mother left this world. I chose to focus on Ever, on us, and then Ari came back.
She made a choice the day she Branded Ever’s soul. Be it out of spite or anger, or purely selfish stupidity, that choice forever altered the outcome of Ever’s life. And in turn, mine. In Ari’s jealousy, in her ignorance, she created the avalanche that tore through our lives.
Ever made a choice the day she decided to trust a Seeker more than her own boyfriend. She made a choice, brashly and without much thought, when she transferred her soul into my body.
I had yet to discover what that choice meant for us, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was headed for me. That awareness you get when someone is watching you, like a sensation on your skin that has no explanation and can only be one thing: a subconscious warning system. Mine was on high alert.
My body was the vessel that now protected Ever’s soul, her very life, and it was only a matter of time before someone came to collect. Transferring her Branded soul to my body was a quick fix, nothing more, and though we’d been able to remain somewhat cut off from the world at Louis and Cora’s place on Lake Washington, the clock ticked swiftly by and we couldn’t remain here forever.
Although, staying at the home of two of the remaining Original Soul Collectors did have its perks. At the top of the list? Their house was protected, so Ever’s soul remained safe… but we couldn’t stay inside indefinitely and, eventually, Samuel—the dude responsible for telling my girl how to reverse-succubus her way into my body—wouldn’t be the only hired henchman sent to find us. Each moment that passed meant more time for word to spread about Ever’s Soul Brand, which meant more hungry Collectors, Seekers, and Reapers would be after us. We’d be in a world of flaming-hot dog shit any day now.


Chapter One
Toby

After the longest and strangest week of our lives, we were no closer to figuring a way out of the mess we were in than the day it happened.
No, this didn’t just happen; that would imply neither of us had any control over the situation.
“I thought we were past this,” Ever whispered inside my mind.
We were. I sighed, giving my head a quick shake. We are.
I was finally accustomed to the inner dialogue we shared, though it hadn’t been the easiest thing to get used to, having her voice in my head twenty-four-seven. But we didn’t really have much of a choice, so we’d had to accept the weirdness of being so connected to one another and my complete lack of privacy.
Complete lack of privacy.
Living inside me had given Ever an All Access Pass to the Toby James show, and there was nothing she didn’t know about me now. I was an open book. Every thought, every memory, every embarrassing moment was on full display. She’d discovered every answer to every question she’d ever wondered. She’d seen every secret, every lie, every mistake I’d ever made. She’d been witness to every embarrassing moment, every regret…
On the bright side, I would never have to convince her of my love for her, as that too was on full display.
Somehow, in spite of it all, I didn’t totally hate having my girlfriend inside my head all the time. That’s not to say I wasn’t beyond ready to figure this shit out and have my girlfriend in my arms again instead.
But with the Seeker missing in action since the night it all went down, wishing for Ever to be in my arms again felt more and more futile with every passing moment.
“He’ll come back,” she said.
Right. I was way past thinking the Seeker was even remotely on our side. And the worst part? He’d never told her what the catch was or how to get out of this situation. What would the outcome be? We knew a soul could be transferred into someone else’s body—obviously—but what would happen once that soul was transferred back?
It was anyone’s guess.
Ever sighed loudly, sending a wave of sensation across my chest. Warm, slightly tingly, and a bit on the unpleasant side. Not as unpleasant as anger, or even in the same zip code, but uncomfortable nonetheless. I grimaced as the feeling intensified.
You can be irritated with me all you want, I told her, but I’m not the one who leapt before I looked.
Ever growled.
“Did you just growl at me?” I laughed, sitting up straighter.
“Talking to yourself again?” Trey popped his head up over the back of the couch to look at me.
I flipped him off and he went back to gaming. He knew damn well I wasn’t talking to myself, but he got a kick out of giving me shit every time I accidentally spoke to Ever out loud instead of within the confines of our shared headspace.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee teased my senses, luring me out of my makeshift bed on the futon against the wall. I stepped into the bathroom, then closed the door behind me and turned on the shower. Ever had managed to figure out a way to disappear during the more, um, private moments, which was a check in the plus column, for sure. Who wants to bring their chick into the bathroom with them? Not me, thanks.
I began to pull my shirt over my head—
My chest heated so rapidly that I had to pull in a breath… I’d forgotten to warn my girl. The simple act of turning on the shower should have been a pretty good indication of my plans, but she must have been lost in thought.
“Well, I’m not anymore.” She giggled.
You’re welcome to stick around, I teased.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Consider it a standing invitation.
The temperature in my chest spiked, beginning to blur around the edges, almost becoming a soft tickle—the distinct sensation of a blushing girlfriend. I loved that feeling, so I pushed my luck any chance I could. I dropped my shirt and turned toward the mirror to look myself over. Since she could see everything I could, I made it a point to really appreciate my reflection as often as possible.
“Toby, jeez.”
I grinned, winking at myself in the mirror—at her—and my chest heated further. My breath caught in my throat. I dropped my gaze to my chest, running my hand over my skin. It always surprised me that a feeling this intense wasn’t a visible, glowing red orb.
I take that as a yes? I tried, knowing the answer without even asking.
“No, Toby. It feels… super weird to even consider watching you shower.”
But you have considered it. I pressed my lips together and met my own gaze in the mirror, cocking one eyebrow.
The warmth in my chest became slightly tingly around the edges. Embarrassment.
My lips curled into a smile. Suit yourself. I’m happy just knowing you consider it. I stretched, then reached for my waistband. Better run off, babe; the pants are dropping in three, two, one…