Obedience (Book 1) & Lies (Book 2)
by Jenna Fox
by Jenna Fox
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Monday, February 19, 2018
NOW AVAILABLE - One Wild Ride by Elizabeth Lynx
Title: One Wild Ride
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 19, 2018
Blurb
It was one little illegal entry into a billionaire's
home. What could possibly go wrong?
Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men -- in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves on -- until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for?
Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love -- with a painting -- and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.
Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men -- in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves on -- until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for?
Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love -- with a painting -- and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.
Aria wrinkled her nose causing my smile to widen. “Do you
own the building?”
She formed a circle with her hands and moved them up and
down like she was giving a hand job to an abnormally large penis, “You know,
phallic-shaped buildings. Ohh, yeah, I do love me some building. That’s it,
baby, work my building.”
I grabbed her wrists stopping her and glanced around to make
sure her friend, Evaleen, the one who let us use Mimir’s lawyer and conference
room, didn’t walk in.
“Jesus, Aria. What are you, a teenager?”
“No, I’m twenty-nine but in my heart, I’m a horny
eighteen-year-old.” She winked at me.
My cock went hard instantly. The way she was so casual and
free with sex and her artistic talent . . . she made me want to do things to
her body I only fantasized about. Things that she might not like.
I cleared my throat, dropping her wrists. “Yes, I own the
building.”
She jumped up from the chair and threw her arms open. “That’s
wonderful, Alex! Now you can do whatever changes you want.”
Aria stood there, her arms still wide and I knew she wanted
to give me a hug. I wanted to do that too, but something stopped me. The same
thing that stopped me from going up to her in that gallery when I first noticed
her years ago.
I nodded. “Yes, I can pick one of your drawings now. Maybe
even tear down the wall and make the room bigger.”
My mind raced with ideas. I felt like a child let loose in
an amusement park with no one there. Any ride free to enjoy but which to pick
first? My gaze fell to her breasts.
“So, no hug then?” Aria’s lips ticked up.
“We should keep this professional. How we started off
meeting wasn’t right. I want to keep things on track,” I said as I focused on
gathering the paperwork.
I was such a liar. Of course, I wanted to hug her. I wanted
to do lots of things to her, but if she ever found out the truth about me I
know I would lose her forever. I’d rather have Aria for a short time in my life
than not at all.
“Fair enough. Let’s at least shake on it.”
Aria pushed her hand out. Setting the papers down, I turned
in my seat but didn’t stand. Staring at her fingers my imagination went wild.
Thoughts of those digits pressing into me, pulling and using me for their
pleasure.
Just shaking her hand was a summit to climb but I had to do
it. She already thought I was odd being a recluse. I didn’t want to add to it
by being too afraid to touch her.
“Of course.” I slid my fingers across her palm. Her skin as
smooth and warm as I remembered.
Maybe even softer than before. I wondered if I firmed my
grip, would she give?
“There, now was that so hard?” I noticed her eyes dip to
where I was hard.
She knew. Aria wasn’t stupid, she could tell I wanted her.
That would mean one thing. She was going to try. Aria was going to give. Give
me what she knew I wanted.
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Wednesday, January 31, 2018
COVER REVEAL: One Wild Ride by Elizabeth Lynx
Title: One Wild Ride
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Release Date: February 19, 2018
Blurb
It was one little illegal entry into a billionaire's
home. What could possibly go wrong?
Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men -- in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves on -- until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for?
Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love -- with a painting -- and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.
Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men -- in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves on -- until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for?
Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love -- with a painting -- and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.
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Excerpt
Aria wrinkled her nose causing my smile to widen. “Do you
own the building?”
She formed a circle with her hands and moved them up and
down like she was giving a hand job to an abnormally large penis, “You know,
phallic-shaped buildings. Ohh, yeah, I do love me some building. That’s it,
baby, work my building.”
I grabbed her wrists stopping her and glanced around to make
sure her friend, Evaleen, the one who let us use Mimir’s lawyer and conference
room, didn’t walk in.
“Jesus, Aria. What are you, a teenager?”
“No, I’m twenty-nine but in my heart, I’m a horny
eighteen-year-old.” She winked at me.
My cock went hard instantly. The way she was so casual and
free with sex and her artistic talent . . . she made me want to do things to
her body I only fantasized about. Things that she might not like.
I cleared my throat, dropping her wrists. “Yes, I own the
building.”
She jumped up from the chair and threw her arms open. “That’s
wonderful, Alex! Now you can do whatever changes you want.”
Aria stood there, her arms still wide and I knew she wanted
to give me a hug. I wanted to do that too, but something stopped me. The same
thing that stopped me from going up to her in that gallery when I first noticed
her years ago.
I nodded. “Yes, I can pick one of your drawings now. Maybe
even tear down the wall and make the room bigger.”
My mind raced with ideas. I felt like a child let loose in
an amusement park with no one there. Any ride free to enjoy but which to pick
first? My gaze fell to her breasts.
“So, no hug then?” Aria’s lips ticked up.
“We should keep this professional. How we started off
meeting wasn’t right. I want to keep things on track,” I said as I focused on
gathering the paperwork.
I was such a liar. Of course, I wanted to hug her. I wanted
to do lots of things to her, but if she ever found out the truth about me I
know I would lose her forever. I’d rather have Aria for a short time in my life
than not at all.
“Fair enough. Let’s at least shake on it.”
Aria pushed her hand out. Setting the papers down, I turned
in my seat but didn’t stand. Staring at her fingers my imagination went wild.
Thoughts of those digits pressing into me, pulling and using me for their
pleasure.
Just shaking her hand was a summit to climb but I had to do
it. She already thought I was odd being a recluse. I didn’t want to add to it
by being too afraid to touch her.
“Of course.” I slid my fingers across her palm. Her skin as
smooth and warm as I remembered.
Maybe even softer than before. I wondered if I firmed my
grip, would she give?
“There, now was that so hard?” I noticed her eyes dip to
where I was hard.
She knew. Aria wasn’t stupid, she could tell I wanted her.
That would mean one thing. She was going to try. Aria was going to give. Give
me what she knew I wanted.
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Thursday, November 23, 2017
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Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Pre-order available: Tatum - A Wolf's Hunger Series
Tatum: A Wolf's Hunger Alpha Shifter Romance
Author: S Raven Storm
Genre: Steamy Paranormal Romance (18+)
Release Date: October 31, 2017
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Synopsis
Tatum ruled a region larger than any alpha. He was firm, but fair and battled anyone who challenged his authority or threatened his pack. Love, to him was just a foreign concept, nothing of importance. When physical and emotional pain presented itself, he did everything in his power to fight it. He refused to except the old wives’ tale about a wolf's hunger. Finding his true mate was never part of his plans, until he met Bristol… She was strong, fearless and everything he could want in a mate. As powerful as Tatum was, he was equally weak, when it came to Bristol. Tatum never thought anyone could tame his heart, much less his body and soul. Bristol proved to be the only power strong enough to bring him to his knees, time and time again. He vowed to make her his she-wolf and promised to shed the blood of anyone who tried to take her from him. Bristol on the run from her pack and Rex, the one responsible for the death of her parents. She never thought her flight would bring her to a region where the legendary alpha Tatum resided, or a place better than home. Tatum was the alpha of her dreams and she knew he was her soul mate. She was a believer of the ancient ways, and grew up with storied of a wolf’s hunger. Bristol knew the pain that gripped her soul, was nothing more than the prophecy of the gamma of her pack. But Bristol’s past would soon catch up to her, forcing her from the man she loved more than life itself and the pack she'd adopted as her own. Rex, sly, ruthless, and vindictive wanted everything Tatum possessed, including Bristol... He killed her parents to make her his own, he was willing to do the same to Tatum...
Will Tatum keep his promise, even if meant death? Will Bristol takes her revenge out on Rex before Tatum takes his? Will Rex finally get what he desires most?
Will Tatum keep his promise, even if meant death? Will Bristol takes her revenge out on Rex before Tatum takes his? Will Rex finally get what he desires most?
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S. Raven Storm is a romance author, who say's she doesn't have a form of romance. She believes she has a blend of Contemporary, Paranormal and Erotic Romance. Originally from Queens, New York, she's spent the greater part of her adulthood in Goldsboro, North Carolina. S. Raven Storm now lives in Camden Delaware, where she spends every available minute writing. She is the author of Someone for Me trilogy, and the novella Lyon's Queen, as well as a poet. She is renowned for her open mic venues and poetry slams. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Business Administration Management and Organizational Development. S. Raven Storm is presently working on releasing her fourth novel Someone for Me 3, Stone's Story in the summer of 2016. This mother of one (Tyshema), and four grands,(Keimani,Morgan, Asa & Lorin), loves to cook Italian cuisine, spend time with family and friends, as well as write and read, all genres.
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Thursday, September 21, 2017
NOW LIVE: The Attraction File by Elizabeth Lynx
Title: The Attraction File
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 21, 2017
Blurb
She's Cold. He's Hot. When they get together they
burn.
Evaleen
Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company,
Mimir, to even consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that
too. It doesn't matter anyway. She's invisible to men, especially one man in
particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their happily ever
after, that’s only for novels.
Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.
Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.
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Welcome to Cake Love part 2. This is Evaleen and Edgar's funny, hot & steamy story.They'd met years before in a coffee shop when Evaleen was on her way to a job interview. Evaleen felt things she'd never felt before. This man, whom she'd mistake for a female, sent shock waves through her. Little did she know at that time, she'd be working at the same company with the gorgeous man she'd just referred to as 'Miss.'
Evaleen lives with her mom and has never experienced love. She's a romance writer who's hero's are all based on the same person, the object of her desire, Edgar Mimir. But her insecurities have her feeling like it will never be more than a one-sided infatuation. Certainly a man like him would never be interested in a woman like her. Or would he?
Edgar has a secret crush. She has no idea how he feels about her and he suspects she hates him.
When the two of them begin to find each other it's like mixing oil & water. Will they ever get on the same page?
This story is fantastic, steamy, and full of twists & turns. If you haven't one-clicked, do it. You won't regret it.
What an awesome read!
Excerpt
I turned
back to end this conversation. “Listen, Chewie—”
“Albert. My
name is Albert.” He leaned closer and he wrinkled his forehead in such a way
that made it obvious he was fishing for my name. He can keep on fishing because
that was on a need-to-know basis. My mother always said, “Evaleen Bechmann, you
are being paranoid,” but in the age of the Internet, giving him my name could
be as powerful as giving him a knife.
In a way, I
felt bad for Chewie-Albert. The poor guy obviously never learned how to deal
with a woman. He believed groping me and refusing to take the hint that I
didn’t want to go out with him was normal. And that’s just sad he’s so
oblivious.
“Okay,
Albert. You seem like a nice, if not, handsy Star Wars . . . purist. You got a
killer costume that any other Star Wars purist of the female species would
love—”
“I hear
ya.” He winked, nodding as his eyes perused my form.
Sighing, I
realized in that moment the Wookie wasn’t getting it. I shouldn’t be surprised,
every man I had met hadn’t gotten it. They touched and they took, but they
didn’t understand. That’s why I avoided them. Preferring to remain alone.
“I am not
that female, Albert. I am the type of female who chooses to not dress in fur
costumes, or skimpy princess costumes, or costumes in general. This female just
likes to stand in a line and be left alone. So, good luck finding your princess,
but I am as far from a princess as you will find around here.”
His shining
brown eyes dimmed as my words began to sink in. Before he could get any more
Wookie courage, I turned back to find the blonde still at the counter.
Normally, I
left people alone because, unlike Albert, I respected their space. But
surviving on only three hours of sleep before an interview for a job that I
needed, action was necessary.
Taking a
step forward, I tapped the blonde on her bulbous shoulder and took a breath.
“Excuse me, Miss, but I believe it has been ten minutes, which is plenty of
time to order your drink. Some of us don’t have the luxury of time, and were
kept up by our roommate doing gymnastics in bed with her boyfriend until four
in the morning.” I gritted my teeth and shook my head trying to get back on
point. “So, if you wouldn’t mind placing your order and letting the rest of us
have a turn . . .”
Just as I
finished, the woman turned to face me.
She had a
beard. Also, an Adam’s apple.
The woman
wasn’t a she but a he. He had a beard, lush and blond like his long hair, not
fake and matted like Albert’s costume. His eyes were the most beautiful gray,
like smoke rising from a smoldering fire. They slid over my face.
I shivered.
“Miss?” His
deep, velvety tone came out thick as butter and rendered me utterly catatonic.
The timbre of his voice like a sonic boom under my skin. His skin, on the other
hand, remained still, smooth, and my fingers, for reasons I am attributing to
lack of sleep, twitched to touch any part of him.
His eyes
widened at what I could only assume was disbelief. Disbelief that a woman of
twenty-six years would be referring to a fine specimen of a man, a manly man if
you will, as a woman. Despite his thick blond mane and skirted attire, he was
all muscle.
I realized
this man was in costume too, like Chewie. Only this man was dressed like the
Scottish hero William Wallace and not a sweaty sci-fi version of Sasquatch. He
even painted his face blue and white.
One would
think that a tall man with thick muscles and a wild painted face would instill
fear in me, but no. Instead of running in terror, I did the opposite. I laid my
hands on him. My fingers caressed his chest working their way down. Doing the
exact thing I just lectured Albert not to do. I should have probably stopped.
But I
didn’t.
Never in my
life had I taken advantage of anyone in this manner but he gave off some
pheromone that screamed sex me with your hands. Sensing quickly how firm his
chest was it propelled me farther down, down to his abs. The man had a six-pack
or maybe even an eight-pack; whatever pack was hiding under that brown
threadbare piece of cashmere was making my heart race and lady parts start to
turn savage themselves.
“What are
you doing?”
He was
still there and I was still in the coffee shop. This wasn’t a dream. The kilted
blond’s voice broke me out of my self-gratifying pawing and I realized I was
feeling him up, or down as the case may be.
What are you doing, Evaleen?
I froze
before snapping my hands away. I began to smooth out my unwrinkled brown blazer
as if I wasn’t a chest molester and nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
Clearing my throat, I tried to salvage what little dignity I had left.
“I . . . I
. . .” Was all I could get out before I turned to look at the raven-haired
barista who either had a rare eye condition that caused her to shoot fire at
anyone she laid eyes upon, or she hated me right now. I was going with the
latter, so I turned my gaze to the line of customers who had their phones
turned up to face me as they filmed what had been occurring. Including Albert.
Great, not
only am I mortified, but I will now be some viral Internet sensation known only
as, The Woman Chest Molester.
Now it was
the kilter’s turn to tap his foot as he folded his thick, strong arms in front
of himself in protection from the mad chest molester. He’ll probably tell tales
to his future kids and grandkids of the crazy chest molester. “Be wary of her,”
he’d say in a low warning with his dialect suddenly turning from American to
Scottish. After all, he was dressed as William Wallace.
As he crept down to their eye level, and as
the window panes would rattle from the storm that swirled outside his Scottish
castle, he would whisper, “For if wee girls and boys don’t do as they’re told,
the wiry fingers of the deranged chest molester will grab hold!” The kids would
cower, holding their blankets to their little faces; one girl would begin to
cry as he wrapped his powerful arms gently around her tiny frame in comfort.
He’d calm her as he broke out into an old Gaelic tune.
I start
humming out loud the only Gaelic tune I know, which wasn’t really a Gaelic tune
but it’s Scottish, so close enough.
The barista
interrupted my musical display, “Is that ‘I Would Walk 500 Miles’?”
I frowned
in shame at what I had become in these past few minutes.
“Blue
eyes,” the kilted blond mumbled as he stared at me.
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Wednesday, September 13, 2017
LIVE: Misadventures of a City Girl by Meredith Wild and Chelle Bliss
Check out the Misadventures Series here: http://www.misadventures.com/
Book: Misadventures of a City Girl
Authors: Meredith Wild & Chelle Bliss
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Madison is recently divorced from her cheating husband. In an effort to clear her mind and hit the reset button on her life, she books a 4-week vacation at Avalon Springs Spa & Resort in the mountains of Northern California.
Luke is a Navy Seal veteran who's come to the realization that he and everyone else is better off if he doesn't live in a city or near civilization. He's decided to turn the log cabin situated up the mountain from Avalon Springs into his home. And he's extremely happy in his isolated world - then he has a chance encounter with city-girl Madison.
After an unexpected steamy oral scene, Madison runs away and twists her ankle before she gets very far. Luke rescues her, and a snowstorm forces the pair to stay in Luke's minimalistic cabin for days where they get to know each other more intimately.
Madison and Luke are from two different worlds. Although the sexual chemistry between them is off the charts, they both can't help but wonder where they are going. Is this just a fling while she's in the area? Could it be something more? Is it possible for them to continue their romance after her time is up at Avalon Springs? Will Luke want her to live in his home, a one room cabin? So many questions, so many developing feelings, and, at times, so difficult to get answers.
Brace yourself for a very erotic, sex-filled, love story.
Brace yourself for a very erotic, sex-filled, love story.
Meet the Authors
USA Today bestselling author Chelle Bliss currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico. She's a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She's written over ten books and has two series available. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and her hamster. Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in History. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else. 
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