Cover Reveal Title: LUKE (West Bend Saints, #3) Author: Sabrina Paige Genre: New Adult Release: August 2015 Luke Saint F**k being good. I won’t be tamed. There are three things in life I’m damn good at: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires. And definitely not with someone like Autumn Mayburn. She's uptight, smart-mouthed, and hell, she has a kid. Did I mention she’s ten years older than me? There are a million reasons I shouldn't touch her. F**k all of those reasons. The single mom with the smokin’ hot body and the sass to match is going to be mine. Autumn Mayburn There’s nothing on this earth I despise more than a bad boy. Especially an infuriatingly cocky, womanizing, oozes-sex-from-every-pore bad boy. I’m a mom. A businesswoman. I have responsibilities. The last thing I need is to get laid and played by Luke Saint. He thinks that just because he saved my orchard from a fire, he can tell me how to run it. He thinks he knows what I need, what I crave. The problem is, I think he might be right. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25518250-luke?from_search=true&search_version=service Luke looks down at me, his blue eyes flashing. "You're damn uppity for someone who needs something from me." Someone who needs something from me. My mind flashes immediately to sex and I hate myself for it. "Uppity? I didn't ask you to come in here and cook. Or poke around my orchard." He leans in close to me. Too close. I can smell him, soap and aftershave, clean and masculine. "I wasn't poking around," he says, his voice low. "And if I did, you wouldn't be complaining." Heat rushes through me at the thought of Luke poking around anywhere, and I force the thought out of my head. "I don't need you. For the record." The way he looks at me makes me blush even harder. "We both know that's not true, Red," he says. "I don't," I say, unable to hide the irritation in my voice. "And this little charming flirting act of yours might work on girls your own age, but it doesn’t work on me." Luke grins. "So you admit it's charming, then?" "I said it was an act." "You said charming," he says, pulling coffee from his bag. "Now, can you make coffee, or is your coffee just as crap as your food?" I take the bag from his hand, groaning in frustration. "You don't have many friends, do you?" "I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart," he says. "Why don't you make the coffee and then get out of my kitchen?" "It's my kitchen," I say as I fill the pot with water. "And you're working for me. Apparently. Which we haven't even discussed. Aren't you concerned it's slightly inappropriate, cooking your employer breakfast?" Luke walks up behind me, his hand on the side of the sink. His breath is warm on the back of my neck, and I swear that as soon as it hits my skin, I stop breathing. My heart thumps loudly in my chest, and the water overflows from the coffee pot, running down the sides of the glass and over my hands, but I don't move. Luke reaches around me with his other hand, shutting off the water. His arm grazes my shoulder and sends a jolt of electricity runs through my body. "This is nowhere near inappropriate, Red," he whispers, his voice barely audible against my ear. "Inappropriate would be if I cooked you breakfast in the morning, after you came on my tongue the night before." I swallow hard, my heart beating so fast I swear it's going to beat right out of my chest. Then he walks back to the counter, nonchalant like he didn't just talk about me coming on his tongue, and busies himself with preparing breakfast. I stand at the sink for a moment, my hand gripping the edge tightly, and when I glance over at him, he looks at me and winks. Damn it, I think. Hiring him is a very bad idea.
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Release Blitz Title: CANNON : A STEP-BROTHER ROMANCE Author: SABRINA PAIGE Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: June 2, 2015 Cover Model: Stephen Hughes-Landers https://www.facebook.com/StephenHughesLanders?fref=ts Photographer: Shauna Kruse, Kruse Images & Photography https://www.facebook.com/KIPmodelsandboudoir?fref=ts Cover Artist: Cormar Covers https://www.facebook.com/CormarCovers?fref=ts You might think you've heard every story of forbidden love. But you haven't heard ours. Hendrix "Cannon" Cole is a damaged, sexy-as-hell ex-Marine. He's also my stepbrother. I'm a country singer in the spotlight. Our history is complicated. I used to hate him. Then I loved him. Then I hated him again. When he joined the Marines five years ago, I thought he was gone forever. Now he's back. I have everything to lose. He has nothing left. The heat between us is explosive. And both of us may wind up getting burned. "Don't say that." I scramble to get my towel wrapped around my body. How the hell am I supposed to think clearly with Hendrix standing in front of me, water glistening on his bare chest? "Don't say what?" he asks, his voice low. "That my fingers were down your panties? Would you rather I say that I was touching your pussy?" "Hendrix," I whisper. "You can't talk to me like that." "Or what?" His mouth is close to my ear, and he trails one finger up my arm and traces the outline of my shoulder before he slowly runs it up the side of my neck. I'm so on edge, so wanting, that I think I might cry. "What are you afraid of, Addy?" "You," I whisper. It's the only word I can choke out. I don't say all of the other things going through my head, the things I want to say. I'm afraid that everything I've worked for will be destroyed. I'm afraid of falling for you all over again. I'm afraid you'll rip my heart to shreds, the way you did when you left. I'm afraid you'll break me. But that word, "you," is enough for Hendrix. The look he gives me is practically feral. He makes a sound, deep in his throat, and I think if he kisses me again, he'll destroy us both. I want him to kiss me again. But instead, he pauses, his hand on the back of my neck. "Drop the towel." "What?" All I can feel is the warmth from his hand, radiating heat from his palm through my body and pooling between my legs. I'm a raw nerve, a bundle of need and desire, and as much as I want him to go, more of me wants him to stay. All of me wants him to pick me up and fuck me against the wall, right now. Hendrix groans, as if he can read the dirty thoughts that are running through my head. "Drop the towel," he repeats, his voice gruff and gravely. "What are you doing?" I choke out the words, my palm on his chest to push him away, but instead I end up sliding my hand over his chest and down his rippled abdomen. His hardness presses against his jeans, and all I can think about is how he would feel inside me. "Are we both going to pretend you're not aching for me?" he asks. "That you're not soaking wet with the thought of having me inside you?" He reaches underneath the towel, between my legs, and touches me gently with the tip of his fingers. His touch nearly makes me melt. "I'm not sure this is a good idea, Hendrix," I say, protesting, but weakly. My resolve isn't just weak. It's non-existent. He pins my wrists to the wall above my head, holding them there firmly with one hand while he traces my lips gently with one finger. "This is definitely not a good idea, Addy," he whispers, his finger moving slowly down the front of my chest to my cleavage. "This is the worst fucking idea in the world." "We should be reasonable," I say. "I've never been a reasonable man," he says, stepping back and surveying me. "Now, take off the damn towel."
Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler. If you sign up for my mailing list, I promise not to spam you! But I will send you advance notification before I launch my next book, so that you can get it at a discounted price! Use this link to subscribe: https://tinyletter.com/sabrinapaigeromance You can also find me at www.sabrinapaigeromance.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sabrina-Paige/1503278426560082 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8182909.Sabrina_Paige?from_search=true Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sabrina-Paige/e/B00JYH2V7K/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432437135&sr=8-1-spell Twitter: http://twitter.com/SabrinaPaigeRom Other books by Sabrina Paige Click on image to BUY NOW! PRICK TOOL
Cover Reveal Title: CANNON : A STEP-BROTHER ROMANCE Author: SABRINA PAIGE Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: Early June 2015 Cover Model: Stephen Hughes2Landers Photographer:Shauna Kruse, Kruse Images & Photography Cover Artist:Cormar Covers Hendrix Cole is nicknamed "Cannon" because of the weapon he's packing between his legs. Too bad he's an arrogant, controlling, domineering jacka**. A dirty-talking, sexy-as-f**k, damaged, smokin' hot ex-Marine. He's also my stepbrother. His father thinks he's the perfect solution to my problem. I'm a country singer in the spotlight, and after a recent scandal, I'm screwed if I don't stay on the straight and narrow. Hendrix needs a job – apparently, one that involves making sure I behave. I hate him. And now I'm stuck spending every waking moment with him. The problem is, I just want him to fire that huge cannon.
Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler. If you sign up for my mailing list, I promise not to spam you! But I will send you advance notification before I launch my next book, so that you can get it at a discounted price! Use this link to subscribe: https://tinyletter.com/sabrinapaigeromance You can also find me at www.sabrinapaigeromance.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sabrina-Paige/1503278426560082 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8182909.Sabrina_Paige?from_search=true Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sabrina-Paige/e/B00JYH2V7K/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432437135&sr=8-1-spell Twitter: http://twitter.com/SabrinaPaigeRom
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I call him âToolâ because heâs a dick.
Gaige OâNeal is nicknamed âToolâ because of what heâs packing. Rumor is that heâs well equipped.
Heâs a cocky, entitled, insufferable a**hole whoâs as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races.
It's been four years since I've seen him. Four years ago, he was the bane of my existence. And my best friend, my biggest confidant, my first love.
My stepbrother.
Itâs just my f**ing luck that the first time I see him in four years, heâs buried beneath three scantily clad blondes.
Now Iâm stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasnât affected the use of his tool.
The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just canât help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he's working with.
Delaney doesn't take her eyes off mine, and I watch as something changes in her expression. A look of resolve, I think. She reaches inside my pants and wraps her hand around my cock. "Then what do you want?" she asks. Her voice is low, breathy, and she looks up at me, her eyes wide.
"I want whatever the hell makes you keep doing what you're doing," I say as she slides her hand up my shaft, her touch light as a feather. When she reaches the tip, she stops, her thumb rolling over the surface of the head, finding the tiny drop of pre-cum that beads at the tip.
"I don't know what I'm doing, Gaige" she whispers. "I don't know what we're doing."
"You're always too much in your head, darlin'," I say, kicking off my shoes and sliding my jeans down over my ass. "So just stop thinking. Take off those fucking clothes before I tear them off you."
Delaney's eyes get big again. "Do you just order women around like that?" she asks. "Is that your thing?"
"My thing? Fuck. I'm naked and you're still standing there talking," I say. "I will rip your clothes off. Try me. It's not an idle threat."
"So girls just do what you tell them to do?" she asks. But both of her hands are on the hem of that silky-as-hell shirt of hers, paused as if she's deciding whether or not to strip. I'm going to make that decision real fucking easy, because I'm not playing any more.
"Stop talking," I say, my hand on the base of my cock. "Take. Off. Your. Goddamn. Clothes. Now." I punctuate each word for emphasis, and I swear to all that is holy, I am very close to tearing open her clothes like a wild animal. I've waited long enough for her. Four years. Four years and three months. Four years and three months and nine days.
Delaney starts to lift her shirt, but she's too slow, and I reach for the material, yanking it over her head in one swoop. Her hair spills down her shoulders, strands tumbling down her breasts. Taking a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, I yank her roughly against my hardness. When she moans, it's almost my undoing.
I kiss her, and it's nothing like the other times I've put my lips against hers. All of those kisses were just a prelude to this. This is the real deal. That rush I get when I'm racing is like nothing compared to my tongue in Delaney's mouth, my hand cupping her breast and feeling her melt against me. It sends adrenaline coursing through my veins, the rush of arousal better than any other high in the world.
Delaney gasps when I finally take my mouth off hers. "Hell, Gaige," she whispers, putting her fingers to her lips.
"Shit, you ain't seen nothing yet, darlin'," I tell her. It's part promise and part warning. I'm not sure what this girl is going to do to me. I think she might fucking destroy me.
Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler.
BLURB I can’t stop thinking about that prick. Caulter Sterling is a prick. A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick. The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity. I hate him. He's slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy. Except for me. I'm the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl. And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever. I lost my V-card to the devil himself. It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit it. Except I just found out that my father - the Senator, the Presidential hopeful - is marrying Caulter's mother. Oh, and this summer? We're hitting the campaign trail. One big happy family. I'm totally f**ked. ***Buy Link*** Amazon US REVIEW
5 STARS This is a story about girl and boy. Katherine and Caulter. Katherine lost her virginity with him. She done that because she knew that she will never ever will meet him again. Until one day. Her father decided to marry again. Woman named Ella, Caulter’s mother. I really enjoyed this story! It was easy read with a lot of s*x. Like really! It was hot and very tasteful! About characters. Like Caulter would say Katherine has stick up to her a** :D In many scenes she was chicken or prude. But I still liked her! Caulter….in the beginning I hated him. He was golden boy who could have everything! Then in the end I started to like him, and in the end I hated him again. So like I said I really enjoyed this book! I never have read any by this author but I think it’s about time to start :) SYNOPSIS PRICK ---Urban Dictionary 1.) penis 2.) derogatory term used to sum up the existence of a worthless a**hole. Caulter Sterling is a prick. A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick. The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity. I hate him. He's slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy. Except for me. I'm the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl. And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever. I lost my V-card to the devil himself. It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit it. Except I just found out that my father - the Senator, the Presidential hopeful - is marrying Caulter's mother. Oh, and this summer? We're hitting the campaign trail. One big happy family. And I can't stop thinking about that prick. I'm totally f**ked. EXCERPT The edges of his eyes wrinkle when he looks at me. "There are no other girls." "I don't believe you." "Yes you do," he says, moving his finger up to my face. He traces the outline of my jaw, pulls my face up toward his. "Because you know it's true. Since you, there's been no one else." My heart thumps in my chest. "But the redhead..." "I don't know her. She walked in and stripped off her clothes." He leans in close and kisses me, barely brushing my lips with his, the movement light as a feather. I push him back, unable to contain my laugh. "Women don't just walk in a room and take off their clothes." "They do for me." "That's ridiculous." "I'm a celebrity," he says. "It's not the first time." "And it won't be the last, either." I'm irritated with him again. I'm irritated with the idea that women walk into a room and throw themselves at him. I'm irritated with the fact that the insistent throbbing between my legs is making me stupid. It's making me want to lose my mind and beg him to bury his cock inside me. "I like this jealous streak," he says. "It's adorable." "I'm not jealous," I insist, lying, to him or myself, I'm not sure which. "I'm making sure that you're not riddled with STDs." "Jealous," he says, his mouth close to mine. He licks my lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and I inhale sharply, my thoughts clouded by lust. "You're the jealous one. You were jealous when you saw me outside with Chase." He grabs a handful of hair at the base of my neck and pulls me to him, covering my mouth with his. A twinge of pain shoots through me as he presses his mouth hard against my mouth, his tongue warring with mine. My body is on fire, and I long for him to run his hands over my skin. I long to feel him inside me. When he finally pulls away, he keeps a firm grasp on my hair, holding my head steady so I can't help but look at him. "You're damn right I was jealous," he says. "Don't even think about talking to him again." "Says the guy who had a naked girl in the library. That's ironic." "I didn't touch her. I threw her out," he says. "She was repulsive." "She was hot. And you could have touched her," I say. "You and I aren't anything." "That lacrosse player doesn't lay a finger on you," he says. "You belong to me." "What the hell is this, Caulter?" I ask. "You're the one who says you're just having a little fun. You're nobody's happy ever after, remember?" He grips my hair harder, pulls me against him, his hardness pressing into my thigh. "And you're not some frail little princess who needs swept off her feet," he says, running his hand up the side of my leg and cupping my ass, the tips of his fingers touching my pussy lips. I'm wet, practically dripping, and when he realizes it, he pulls me against him, crushing my mouth with his again. "Then what am I?" I ask, when I come up for air. "You're the most irritating girl I've ever met," he says, his grip still tight on my hair. He covers my breast with his hand, warm through the fabric of the dress, and my nipples harden immediately to his touch. 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