Friday, February 27, 2015

28th February Sting By Jennifer Ryder


Title: Sting

Series: Spark #4

Author: Jennifer Ryder

Release Date: February 28, 2015

Going undercover has its’ challenges. When Detective Ryan Clark is sent to the sleepy coastal town of Fremantle to dismantle the country’s most lethal drug syndicate, it’s worth the risk. Even if he becomes a fatality, in the war against drugs.
Ryan finds himself coming back to the same coffee shop. Blondie, the local barista, has him hot under the collar and reaching for his piece. He knows the attraction isn’t just one-sided.
She’s trying to keep her distance.
It only makes him want her more.
Willow Asher left it all behind, but not by choice.
After two long years, she’s finally getting somewhere. Willow has a busy café with her buxom business partner, Gabby, who is the closest thing she has to family.
Although Willow’s past still plagues her thoughts, she’s determined to have her happily-ever-after. As soon as her demons stop haunting her.
What she doesn’t need is the complication of Mr Sexy-Brown-Eyes, who seems to be drinking more and more coffee.
She doesn’t want the questions.
She’s still trying to get her story straight.


#1 Spark

#2 Spike

#3 Strike

New Adult and erotic romance writer, and author of the Spark series. 

A sexy imagination, a life-long love of books and a sucker for romance, Jennifer Ryder couldn't stifle her creativity any longer.

Writing steamy adult romance has become her new focus. Living on a rural property in New South Wales, Australia, she enjoys the best of city and country.

Her loving husband is ever willing to provide inspiration, and her two young cherubs, and sheep that don't see fences as barriers, keep life more than interesting.

Jennifer placed third in the International Stringybark Erotic Short Fiction Award 2013. 


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28th February Accepting Cherry

Twirl me around and watch me spin, a modern day princess lives within…

Charisa has a perfect life. Just like her favored Princesses, she is living the life every girl dreams of: her very own fairytale, but even the sweetest fairytales must come to an end. When happiness is at its peak, fate steps in and one by one she loses everything.

Picking up the pieces to a broken life can be long and bumpy. Most often than not things get worse before they get better.

Despite her despair and the hell she’s been drug through time and time again, she finds love and begins to plan a future as none other than Mrs. Prince Charming. Convinced she’s going to finally get her happily ever after fate steps in once again and she suffers betrayal and shame at the greatest degree.

Will she give the idea of love a second chance and find her one and only or will her dark secrets prevent her from truly finding herself?


Behind every prince is a story left untold. 

Look behind the mask and you’ll see it unfold…

Sawyer has lived a charmed life. He’s the catch every girl is after when dreaming of her very own storybook ending. In real life, though, nothing is like it is in a fairytale. One childhood event can forever affect how a man looks at love and relationships, even a golden guy like Sawyer. 

Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. Isn’t that what everyone has always taught in history class? He doesn’t have time for love or commitment.

Even the most skeptical with love can sometimes find it in the strangest of places, when that one special someone catches his eye, suddenly leaving him dazed and confused.

The only way to reap the benefits of true love is to put your own demons behind and give love a shot…

When secrets start to arise will the two beat the odds or part ways and let it destroy them both?

             Tonight is a big night.
I’ve taken my time to ensure that I look good.
I stare in the mirror as I admire the new lingerie I have to wear
  I used my uniform allowance to
get this sexy getup.
  Roger expects us to
always be fresh, never wearing the same outfit within a month rotation because
of the regulars. There are no lower class sleezeballs here.
  This is where the big dogs come out and
  This is the most private club in
  If you knew who some of our
highest paying customers were you would know why.

I have a birthday party
that’s reserved the front table of the stage tonight, a group of ten men, all
drunk off their asses already I’m sure. 
I could tell when I peeked out the door as they arrived that a few of
them are newbies by their drooling, excited demeanor.  This is what makes my job interesting and
fun:  breaking them in.  A man gets a good first time and they’ll be
coming back for more, meaning more cash for me. 
I place my tall heel into the seat of my chair and rub baby oil down my
leg, giving me a sexy edge.  Plus, it
keeps the hands from going past the point of restriction. 
finish the other leg and take one final look in the mirror.  It’s a sexy version of a clown; a white baby
doll trimmed in all of the bright colors. The birthday hat and the sexy makeup
top it off.  My ruffle front thong is
orange and it is the final dessert of the hour. 
I paint my lips with a matching cherry-red lipstick like my name and
smack them in the mirror.
you’re up in ten.  Don’t keep them
waiting.  This is my biggest payout of
the night.”
roll my eyes in the mirror at the sound of Roger’s voice as he pokes his head
inside the door.  Show the man green and
he’d lease us out in private hotels I’m sure. 
He would never admit that though. 
be right out, Roger.” 
likes me though, because something about my pretty face keeps his pockets
full.   I’ve already been up on stage a
few times tonight, so for now I’ll be circulating the room.  “Showtime,” I mumble, and strut out into the
club, ready for action.
club is packed with businessmen lingering in various sections of the club. I
love weekends. It’s when all of the high rollers come out to play. They each
have a different story: some leaving their wives at home for a fresh piece,
some making this their last stop before walking the aisle, and the rest college
kids looking for a little fun. I don’t care what they’re here for as long as
their pockets are empty when they leave and they leave everything in the club;
after all, I didn’t make them come here.
I look around the room,
spotting my party sitting in front of the stage. There are a few cute ones in
this batch. This is going to be fun. My eyes lock on one.  He takes me in and gives me a smirk before he
starts to approach me. “Hey there, sexy. What can I do for you?”
He broadens his smile
and gives me a wad of cash. “I need a favor.”
“Oh yeah. What’ll it be,
He leans in to whisper
in my ear, refraining from touching me because he knows it’s against the rules
unless he’s buying a dance. “It’s my boy’s birthday. There is enough there for
a hefty tip if you’ll take him to the VIP room for more privacy. I’ve already
booked the dance.”
I look around for Roger
to confirm. I find him standing across the room and he nods at me, giving me the
go ahead. This guy has some nice friends. 
A private lap dance is easily a grand and paid up front to Roger.  It is explained that’s before the tip, so
this guy knows the rules, meaning he’s been here before. “Okay, sexy, but
that’s an awfully generous gift to give someone else. Are you sure you don’t
want it for yourself?” He’s cute. I wouldn’t mind giving him the dance.
He leans back to look at
me. “As much as I would love to watch you grinding on top of me, my boy comes
first, sexy. Maybe another time; I’ll be back.” He winks and backs away with a
large grin on his face. I shrug seductively as I watch him leave. His loss.
head to the VIP room to get ready for my dance, greeting Gerry at the
door.  All private rooms have a bouncer
keeping guard to ensure that the women are safe at all times.  As I’m getting my music queued up, I hum
softly under my breath and wait for my client to arrive. A few moments in and
there is a knock at the door.  I walk
over and open it. Greeting me on the other side of the door is an incredibly
sexy man.  Hell yes, this is going to be
Something about his face
looks familiar, but I can’t place it.  He
has dark hair, intense green eyes, and is physically fit by the defined muscle
protruding from his fitted shirt.  He must
have come here right after work, because he is wearing a suit, but he’s removed
the jacket and he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tattoos
running up his arms.  I don’t know what
it is about a man with rolled up sleeves and tattoos, but it turns me on in a
way I don’t understand.  Maybe it’s the
business meets bad boy persona.  Whatever
it is has me motivated to get closer to him, making my job easier.
 I step aside to let him enter. “Hi, I’m
He studies me for a
moment with heated eyes.  The way he
looks at me is as if he’s seen me before, like he knows me.
“Hi, Cherry.”  My name rolls off his tongue in the most
sexual manner, causing a rush of excitement between my legs.  This is going to be one hell of a night: sexy
and seductive. 
The music starts to play
and I place one hand in the center of my sexy stranger’s chest, grabbing a
handful of black material.  I walk
backward and drag him over to the seating area before turning, pushing him
backwards until he falls onto the couch behind him, giving me a deep, sexy
laugh along the way.
“Damn,” he says, egging
me on.  Not wasting any time, I place
each hand on the back of the couch to each side of his shoulders and flip my
hair from side to side.  It starts the full
body roll that follows, pressing each segment of skin to his clothing, ending
with my pelvis.  I stand and turn,
closing in on him, resting against him in a sitting position.  I shake my ass against his crotch, enjoying
the feel of it hardening beneath me. 
While cupping my breasts I roll my head back, grinding to the beat of
the music.  Turning my head to the side,
I watch his eyes glaze over as I touch my body, skimming my hands down in a
slow motion.  I continue gyrating on his
lap, listening to his breathing pick up, confirming the arousal that is
pressing into the crack of my ass.
  I breathe in deeply…. smelling his citrusy
aftershave; something I would say is unique to him.  My hormones are quickly running wild,
something different than normal. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the
music and this sexy man pressed against my backside as I allow him to become
familiar with my body.  Time stands
still…for a while.  I hear him grunt, praising
me for the havoc I’m causing on his cock and he isn’t even naked. 
I finish out the dance
as the song comes to an end, standing and adjusting my outfit.  He stands as I run my fingers through my hair
and I watch as he fishes in his pockets. 
He pulls out a wad of cash, handing it all to me.  I briefly stare at him in shock, but brush it
off and reach for it. He doesn’t immediately turn it loose. 
“How much for house
I’m about to say
something, anything to deny his question, but he beats me to the punch.
“Listen, I don’t usually
come to places like this, but I’m here, and now that I am, I kind of like
it.  You have a beautiful body.  Let me show you what I can do with mine,” he
finishes quietly. 
What a generous man, but
I can tell he enjoyed the dance from the large bulge at the front of his pants,
so I know what he’s referring to. 
“I don’t think so,
I’m ready to thank him
and leave when he grabs my hand, pulling me to him.  He presses his lips to mine before I even
know what’s happening.  I can taste the
whiskey on his breath.  Poor guy is so
drunk I don’t think he knows what he’s asking me, but the way his hands
introduce themselves to my backside I can’t be sure.  He pulls away and touches his index finger to
my lips, silencing me. 
“Think about it.  The club closes at two.  I’ll be outside waiting if you decide to take
me up on my offer.  Sometimes outside of
the norm can be freeing…”
He turns and walks away, leaving me standing
here alone.  I’m not sure what the hell
just happened, but I find myself considering it.  I never do this.  There’s one reason why….”

Chrissy Snyder writes New Adult Erotic romance. She loves tattooed bad boys and misunderstood women with happy ever afters. She divides her time between writing and reading when not loving on her very jealous furbaby, Mylo.
If she isn’t writing about heartache or second chances, then she is managing her busy household with her very supportive hubby and two teens.
She dreams of travelling to Europe, Costa Rica and Hawaii


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Author: Elle Aycart
Series: Bowen #1
Wickedly sexy James Bowen is a bad boy of the highest order -- tattoos and attitude included -- which unfortunately ranks way up on Tate's not-a-chance-in-hell list, right there along with skydiving naked over Teheran and juggling Ebola vials just for kicks. But what the heck, she's on holiday, the guy is absolutely irresistible, and she needs to unplug from her life. With her dad and brother gone, Tate is left to deal with the family restaurant, which is fast going down the drain. Her employees are acting out, her boyfriend has bailed out, and her very own private stalker is emailing her to death with lovely threats of doom, fire, and dismemberment. So yeah, maybe a little holiday fling is in order. Strictly sex though, and no follow-up whatsoever once home.

She hadn't counted on her take-charge holiday fling having an opinion of his own and stubbornly sticking around, before and after the sex, making himself at home in her life. There is definitely more to James than meets her prejudiced eye, and even if she's not ready to look deeper, James isn't prepared to permit her not to.


Author: Elle Aycart 
Series: Bowen #2
Steering clear of relationships has never been difficult for demolitions expert Cole Bowen, but now, with his brother's engagement sending the female population into full-blown hysterics and the town of Alden's month-long festivities helping along, he finds himself in hell. When he discovers Alden's new resident and the object of all his wet dreams, Christine Sheridan, has sworn off relationships and is going to hire a gigolo to get professionally laid, he decides to kill two birds with one stone.

Christy is so not drinking again. Thanks to José Cuervo she has her friends signing her up for stud conventions and Cole frigging Bowen offering sex in exchange of fake dates, which is so out of the question it isn't even funny. She knows the domineering man will push her boundaries, and after battling all her life with self-esteem issues, she isn't ready for that. Too bad he won't take no for an answer.

Cole is determined to strip away all of her defenses but refuses to lower his ever-present walls, so when Christy realizes she wants more, she's left with only two options; walk away or crack his shield and risk her heart in the process.


Author: Elle Aycart
Series: Bowen #2.5
Tattooed bad boy James Bowen is about to marry the love of his life. Everything would be perfect if it wasn't for the tiny detail that his bride-to-be is freaking out big time. And trying to hide it from him.

Tate Cooper is losing it. She loves James with all her heart and wants to be married to him; it's the getting married that's killing her. Still grieving the loss of her father and brother,and totally overwhelmed by the wedding arrangements, she's in full emotional meltdown. But James deserves a happy bride, not a high-maintenance, sorrow-filled, guilt-stricken one, and, by God, she's going to give him that, even if she has to paste on a smile and fake it till she makes it.

James doesn't know whether to be amused or pissed. He understands she's running scared, but there is no way in hell he's going to allow this to continue; he's going to push her to confront her fears until she happily embraces their ever after.



Author: Elle Aycart
Series: Bowen #3

Forensic accountant Annie Griffin has always suspected she's a bit jinxed, so when she finds herself 35, single, temporarily homeless, and pregnant by a gigolo, her fears are confirmed.

Adrenaline junkie and professional stuntman Max Bowen needs a house-sitter to watch after his pets while he's out of town. Annie needs a place to stay. Standard quid pro quo. No biggie. She can handle that, whatever hellhounds he owns--until Max, the most sought-after bachelor in the county, comes back ahead of schedule and she ends up being roommates with a 27-year old sex god who turns out to be so much more than what she expected.

Max might have had the attention span of a humming bird on crack when it comes to women, but that was before Annie. Her quirkiness and sweet contradictions soon captivate him, not that she's inclined to give him the time of the day. With his reputation preceding him, he knows the odds are stacked against him, but he will do his best to prove her that he's what she needs, stuck-up socialite grandmothers, doomsday preppers, groupies, pregnancy hormones, and repentant biological dads be damned.


~ BONUS SCENE of To The Max! ~
This scene is NOT in the book!

way to spend Valentine's? Seven and a half months pregnant, on a Florida beach,
looking like a whale among sirens, with your feet so swollen they seemed
floating boats, and watching your sex God of a boyfriend being ogled and
salivated upon by ten-years-younger-than-you, skinny women.
best way ever. Hands down.
had had to travel to Florida
for work, and had insisted on Annie accompanying him. "Insisted" was
too mild a word. He'd totally taken over and made all the arrangements. She'd
been presented with a plane ticket and a "we're leaving tomorrow, pack
your swimsuit."
man was bossy.
would have wanted to object, but Boston
in February was no match for Florida.
The nice weather, the beach. Max kitesurfing, doing one of his stunts while being
filmed. Yummy.
she wasn't the only one that thought so. Apparently the whole of Florida's female
population agreed with her.
the shooting was about done, Annie stood up from the sun lounger and tried
approaching. Several gorgeous groupies, fluffing out their hair, with bikinis
that left little to imagination, giggling and swaying their hips like there was
no tomorrow, rushed ahead, leaving her in the dust.
what did she expect? Max was gorgeous with that sexy short Mohawk of his all mussed
and his trimmed beard. Tanned. All wet from the sea, his muscles bulging and
glistening, his dark blond hair bleached by the sun. And that permanent roguish
smirk on his face, like he was flirting with life. She'd bet any-frigging-thing
all the women on the beach had their girlie parts tingling, just from looking
at him.
wrapping things up, Max turned around and moved toward Annie, smiling. The
women in front of her were already breathless, waving at him. He passed the
groupies without a second look and went straight to her, taking her in his arms
and kissing the living wits out of her.
zero for the whale," she whispered when he let her up for breath.
he asked, totally oblivious to the way the groupies glared and pouted.
missed a turn. Your fans there thought you were walking to them."
snorted. "Don't give a fuck what they thought. I want you. Only you. Haven't
you realized it yet?"
she had. The first day of the shooting, Annie would had preferred to stay
behind, intimidated as she was with all the gorgeousness around, but he hadn't
allowed it; he'd kept her by his side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Kissing her and being sweet in front of God and everyone.
of jaws had dropped.
done?" she whispered to him.
nodded. "I'm all yours now."
hers. She loved the sound of that.
now what?"
we get ready to celebrate Valentine's," he stated.
we celebrating it at the hotel?"
he'd been so close-lipped about the whole thing. Their kick-ass, top-of-the-line
hotel had been fully paid for until the next morning. And by the looks of it,
they were pulling out all the stops preparing for the event.
need to know what to dress for," she insisted. "Beach picnic? Amusement
park? Fancy restaurant? Naked date in the Jacuzzi?" It could be anything,
considering who her Valentine was.
brushed his lips with hers. "Dress how you want, Ace. You'll be stunning
anyway and everybody will think I'm the luckiest bastard alive for being
allowed to walk by your side. I'm holding you to the naked part for later,
though," he added with a wink. "Now let's get going. We're expected
was relieved when she noticed Max had on jeans and a T-shirt. If he would had
broken out the tuxedo, she would have been in trouble, seeing as the only
outfits she'd packed were maternity swimsuits and flowy summer dresses.
ready, he clasped her hand in his and walked her to the car. At her inquiring
look, he just said, "Trust me. It'll be memorable."
had no doubt about it. So far, everything with Max had been.
drove for over an hour. When he parked the car, she looked at her surroundings
and broke into laughter. "The Eternal Sun resort?"
nodded. "I promised you memorable, love. This is the place to have it, surrounded
by couples averaging fifty years of marriage."
heard so much about this place she was giddy with excitement. And a bit
terrified, because there was a crowd at the entrance, already waving at them.
turned to him. "Are they waiting for us?"
waved back. "Yep. They are all very excited to meet you. We have a busy
schedule, I hear. Bingo. Then romantic dinner. Then dancing under the stars and
poker for the two-left-feet ones."
had barely made it out of the car when those senior ladies were hugging and smooching
them. Congratulating them on the baby and treating her as if they'd known her
for freaking ever.
was a blast, not to mention the outrageous way those seniors tried to cheat. Dinner
too. The common area had been transformed into a very romantic outdoors
restaurant, with candles and roses and tables for two, but those seniors didn't
believe in privacy, and before they made it to the second course, most tables
had been pushed together, and Annie and Max were eating with a loud bunch who,
in spite of their nosiness, were adorable.
heard the Bowen brothers were very well liked at the Eternal Sun, but she had
no clue how much.
there knew him and treated him like he was part of the family. And Max was so
at ease with them too.
desert Annie's side hurt from laughing so hard. Apparently fifty years of
marriage gave for a lot of Valentine's anecdotes, all of them hilarious.
had all sorts of Valentine's dates, from the totally awesome to the totally
horrendous," Annie whispered into Max's crook after dinner, as they danced.
"Nothing compared to this. This is off the charts."
horrendous or off-the-charts awesome?" he asked, spinning her around to
the slow music.
laughed. "Awesome, of course."
glad you're pleased."
They were in the Eternal Sun resort on the dance floor, surrounded by couples
who had been together for more than half a century, yet they were still holding
hands. Cooing at each other. Laughing at each others' jokes.  
"They loved you," Max
continued. "I got the third degree for not bringing you here until
"You got the third degree?
Because I did too."
A frown marred his beautiful face.
"What do you mean?"
"I was asked what were my
intentions toward you." Several times, actually, during bingo and dinner. "Everybody
loves you here." They'd been singing Max's praises all night long. And
warning her about hurting him.
Max laughed. "And what are your
"Well, I told them I plan to use
you as a sex toy and then dump you to the curb," she joked.
His amused snort was loud and clear.
"You can use me as a sex toy all you want, no objections whatsoever. You
know my cock will always be hard for you, but you won't dump me to the curb, I
won't let you."
The intensity in his words and his
erection pressing against her abraded her senses. Man, even in the middle of a
senior community he could turn her on, just by whispering into her ear.
danced until the wee hours and then, as promised, she ended up naked in the Jacuzzi.
way to spend Valentine's Day? Or any other day of her life for that matter?
With Max. Hands down.

Elle Aycart
After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

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