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Second Go-Round by @AuthorLynnBurke

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Second Go-Round

Elite Escorts #2

Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art

 

Blurb:

Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.

Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.

With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.

 

*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys

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Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/second-go-round-by-lynn-burke/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077ZMFSD8

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077ZMFSD8

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/765647

 

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Excerpt:

Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.

“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.

I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.

“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.”

“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.

“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.

“Comfy enough.”

Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.

“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.

My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.

My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.

“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.

He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.

My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”

Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”

“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me.

Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears.

I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”

 

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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Links:

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com

Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/

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Play by the Rules by @freyortega

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It was just supposed to be an interview.
It was just supposed to be one morning.
It was just supposed to be a memory…
How did it end up like this?

Sensitive and melodramatic Emmett Yang has had enough of the dating world. Enter Joe Kaminski, former quarterback–driven, determined, recently out of the closet–and knows exactly who he wants. That just happens to be Emmett.

Emmett is convinced that their chance meeting is just a one-time thing: a memory to be cherished. He doesn’t think that Joe would ever really want to be with him. After all, he’s…him, and Joe is Joe. He’s nowhere near Joe’s nebula, and there are rules and norms and mores to be followed about this sort of situation, none of which end with Joe and him together.

But can the former quarterback show Emmett that there are no rules in love?
Play by the Rules is a standalone gay romantic comedy in the first-person perspective. This book is steamy and includes full sex scenes, searing kisses, dramatic declarations of love and a protagonist’s questionable knowledge of sexual health. It is a HEA, has no cliff-hangers or cheating, and is approximately 59,000 words.

Amazon – Smashwords

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About the Author

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

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Promo – Sins of the Father by @JJKing_Author

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“Where to begin? Katherine is a smart, strong, sexy heroine, but she’s also vulnerable in ways that make her an extremely compelling MC! I loved her perspective, and her relationships with the other characters, including but not limited to her love interest, were so well-developed that I really felt immersed in her world. The bond between Katherine and her family, especially her mother, added a lot of depth to the overall story and raised the stakes in the more suspenseful moments.

Then there’s Quinn… His chemistry with Katherine was sizzling, and he was just the right combo of sweet and mysterious! The author really took the time to develop their relationship, and it was anything but predictable. There’s a perfect blend of edge-of-your-seat action and steamy romance that kept my attention the whole way through, and I can’t wait to read the sequel and see how this story continues to develop! Blood of Eden easily makes my list of top favorite werewolf stories and laid the foundation for a world I didn’t want to leave.” ~ Amazon reviewer

 

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Promo – IF YOU SAY YES by @HM_Shander #contemporary #romance

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Aurora thought riding in a car would end her PTSD. 
She thought taking the recommended doses of a prescribed drug would end her dependency. 
She thought juggling a romance and a friendship between the brothers would end their bitterness.
She was wrong. 
It’s not the end. It’s just the beginning.

Blurb:

With the help of her best friend Lucas, and a summer of battling her anxieties, Aurora finally thought she’d found Happily Ever After. She lost the love of her life in Nate once before due to her PTSD and painkiller addictions, and wasn’t going to lose him again.

But was he ever really hers?

She thought being able to ride in a car after the accident that sacrificed her momma and sister would be enough for him.
She thought keeping her prescription drug use at the recommended dose would be enough for her.
She thought juggling her romance with Nate and her friendship with his brother Lucas would be enough for everyone.

But in Aurora’s world, Happily Ever After is just the beginning.

The third and final book of the Aurora MacIntyre Trilogy releases November 17th.
Pre-order your copy at $2.99 for a limited time.

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It is the follow up to Duly Noted and That Summer.

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Author Bio:

H.M. Shander has been writing since the age of fourteen, as a way to untangle her imagination. That early love developed into a passion for writing contemporary romance novels. Her heroes are swoon-worthy, handsome and gentle, who have their own issues and her heroines are less than perfect with a very select few she’ll call friends. She’s neither popular nor outgoing but deeply loved by those lucky enough to know her.

Right now she’s am hard at work on a brand new novel – not sure at this point if it will become a series or a set or a trilogy. She allows the characters to define their journeys. She’s also tinkering on a novella which follows after Run Away Charlotte and Ask Me Again as she’s received many emails from readers asking for more from Charlotte and Company.

Stay tuned, and give her a follow for the latest news.
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She stood and waltzed across the room, twirling and spinning as she danced in perfect synchronization with the beat. Light as air, she moved effortlessly, releasing her nervousness into

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Aurora linked her fingers behind Nate’s damp neck and pulled him closer. A quick lick of her lips was all she got before his lips brushed across hers, tender and purposeful. She’d waited—and practised—for this moment for days. For weeks. For what felt like a lifetime. His kiss was everything she desired, and everything she needed, all in one sweet package. She’d got her man, he’d got his girl, and all was perfect with the world again.

He tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear, his focus only on her. She inhaled every scented molecule of race fuel and rubber coming from him. No place on Earth could be as satisfying. Except maybe at home, in her bed, naked in his arms. A perfect ending to the day.

“So, tell me, how do I get you home?” he asked. “Last time I tried this, it didn’t work out so well.”

“Many stops.” She sighed, searching the pit of racers and crew for his little brother, Lucas. He’d know exactly what to do.

Cars were everywhere the eye could see. The grandstand she’d stood in only minutes ago, was desolate, the majority of the spectators already gone. But some, the die-hard fans, mingled in the pit after the race, surrounded by officials, racers, and crew members.

Twenty minutes ago, she’d stopped him from announcing his retirement, something that would harm him in the end. She’d saved him. Standing so close to him, it was hard to believe she’d succeeded in her goal of getting to the track. However, the best part of the day still lay ahead. If only she could find Lucas and they could all get the hell out of there.

“Lucas has the outline for you somewhere. He printed it out before picking me up.”

“There’s an outline?” His laugh was infectious. “What were you two up to that warrants an outline?”

“I’ll tell you all about it someday. First, I want to get you home and peel this race suit off you.”

“Oh, it’ll come off.”

“Can I watch?”

“Anytime you want.” He bent down and kissed her again, the urgency and carnal desire pushing against her.

It warmed her core, igniting embers of lust deep within. They parted, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

Where is Lucas?

In the sea of people, Lucas was invisible, lost in amongst the hundreds of people.

Racing season was officially over until the spring, and celebrations were in full swing. Music blasted from a portable radio, sitting high on a stack of race tires. Laughter and cheers floated in from all around, and racers paraded around their trophies from the evening’s wins. Although Nate finished first in the final race, Aurora was sure he hadn’t placed top three for the season. He had a rough season in the second half which had been completely her fault, even if Lucas tried to convince her otherwise.

Nate smirked, his dimple deep. “I still can’t believe you’re really here.” His eyes showed his disbelief as they took her in, making her feel naked but desired.

She wanted to assure him that if he blinked she would not vanish, but…in a minute. It had been too long since those eyes were hers. “Well it wasn’t without its challenges, that’s for sure.”

The warmth she’d missed from him she made up for as her arm slipped into the unzipped portion of his race suit and wrapped around his waist. She hadn’t let go of him since he’d parked his race car in his designated spot. Lucas—her best friend—had disappeared quickly, taking the car with him. How sweet of him to load the race car onto the trailer while she and Nate held and kissed each other. Too much time had passed since they’d touched. Too long. The summer of pushing herself to hell and back had paid off. She’d succeeded in stopping his retirement announcement. Perhaps now, she’d finally get her happily ever after.

She rested her head against his sweaty cotton shirt, not caring in the least if it had a bit of a needs-shower-badly smell. She’d almost given up on them, and would take whatever she could get, scents and all. It cemented to her this was no fantasy. This was real. Even in her brightest visions, the smells were vacant, the infectious laughter missing, and the warmth now flooding across her cheeks completely absent. It was only him. At least she wasn’t dreaming. He really stood beside her, his fingers linked in hers, his thumb rubbing the tips of her knuckles.

His free hand rubbed her back, and she melted into him as the gentle pressure along her spine calmed the rush within. His fingers traced back up and danced across the nape of her neck as though they’d done it a million times before. A large inhale of air filled her lungs, and she opened her eyes.

Nate stood there, a huge smile across his face, his eyes reflecting the overhead lights. “You like that?”

“I do,” she said, her voice a whisper. Touch had become her new drug, and she craved it. Getting it from Nate was like getting the purest form of the best drug—euphoric as a little went a long way.

“Lucas,” Nate said, his chest rattling as he spoke. His body shook as he waved.

“There you guys are.” Lucas had his game face on—no smile, all seriousness. His eyes weathered as he glanced from her up to his big brother. “She’s all loaded up.” He produced his keys and dangled them in front of Nate. “Drive my car home, she’s used to that right now. There’s a bag packed in the trunk for you, with a few overnight things.”

It was hard to miss Nate’s blush. He grabbed the car keys and pocketed them.

Lucas laughed. “Aw, c’mon, man. Anyone with half a brain would know you wouldn’t be going home tonight.”

Nate squeezed her, and she couldn’t wait to get him back to her apartment, rip his clothes off and make up for lost time. The thought of waking up in his arms thrilled her.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Lucas said, “I’ll follow behind with the truck and trailer.”

Nate brushed the hair off her face. “When would you like to go?”

Now, ideally. But… It was still a big step. Excited to be at home with Nate, there was still the problem of getting home. He’d drove her three times previously, each with the aid of a mysterious pill that blocked her mind from remembering anything. Her last trip home from the track, with Kaitlyn, she’d be under the influence of a bad combo of prescription drugs. Tonight, she’d be going home un-drugged. “Um… whenever, I guess. I just need to mentally prep myself.”

Nate turned to Lucas. “How long did it take you to come down?”

He rubbed his ear. “Seventy? Seventy-five minutes?” Lucas shifted his focus to her and spoke in her direction. “We stopped twice. Each time was about twenty minutes or so?”

“Something like that.”

Nate’s gaze darted between the two. “Well, it’s almost eleven. At that rate, we won’t be home until twelve thirty.”

She swallowed, loud enough for both brothers to hear.

Lucas rubbed her shoulder. “You’ll do fine.”

She didn’t miss the questioning exchange between the boys. Nate’s brow furrowed in curiosity.

Lucas wore pride like a badge. “I’ll be right behind you.”

“My goal was getting here. I didn’t think about how to get back home.”

Lucas snickered briefly and stepped closer. “I promise, you’ll be fine. Nate can pull over if it gets to be too much. But honestly, you’ll do great.”

He was her security blanket and knew how to interpret her signals. What if Nate didn’t? What if he mistook one, and instead of stopping, he kept going? It was important he understood the outline, so there would be no screw-ups, and no opportunities for the darkness to descend upon her. Sourness pooled in her stomach and involuntary shudders rippled throughout her body.

“Are you really that nervous? Nate can handle this, and you can do this. You’ve trained for this.”

“I don’t know… You know…” Her gaze flickered from Lucas to Nate and back again.

A lesson learned #advertising  #marketing #book #BookBuzz

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Ever since my first book was publishing a little over four months ago, I’ve been using some marketing/advertising services to try and get my story out there. In a sea of books, it’s no easy feat, and all the money I put into these services are out of pocket.

So, a while back, I had discovered a service called Book Buzz. They looked good – professional, and lots of different ways to advertise through them. I signed up to their newsletter, and around a month ago, received some information about pretty good social media promotions. Facebook and Twitter, for three days, and all for 65.00$USD. Keep in mind, this is around 85.00$CAD for me.

I contacted Book Buzz for those two promotions. Filled out their form, and got a reply back from someone at Book Buzz (Amanda) not long after. We discussed specifics, and I paid the PayPal Invoice. All of this was done October 19th, and the promotions were supposed to start “the week of November 1st” for a total of three days. Amanda told me she would send me links and updates once they’d start the promotion.

Well, by November 3rd, I hadn’t heard anything, and no promotions had gone out, so I emailed her back to check in.

Nothing.

On November 6th, I emailed again (this time, copying the ‘info’ email address on their website as well as the one that had come from Amanda’s replies), and explained I was disappointed nothing happened since I had actually planned other promotions around the dates she’d provided – I have another promotion scheduled from November 9th to the 11th with another service, and I don’t like to do too much advertisement at the same time. In my email, I requested a refund. I also went to the Facebook Page of the Book Buzz website, and sent a message there letting them (or her, since it’s under Amanda’s name) know I sent an email, and asking them to respond.

Well, it’s now November 8th, and I wasn’t sure what to do anymore. I thought maybe I should give them more time to respond, but after posting my dilemma on my publisher’s author page, and receiving a lot of great advice and lovely support by fellow authors, I “reported a problem” through PayPal, which contacts the seller through them.

Not too long after, Book Buzz replied to the PayPal email, and said they had replied to my two emails, and that I should check my spam. A bit rude… Good news, though: they did refund me my money. But, here’s the thing: I had been checking my spam constantly, and checked it again right after they sent that message, but there’s nothing there. Honestly, they should check their internet connection, or the email they’re sending it to because I never got anything… Plus, in their PayPal message, they didn’t bother explaining WHY they didn’t do the promotion I had paid for in the first place. They didn’t even apologize for not having provided the service.  Really not impressed, but I am glad it’s done.

So, do I recommend using them? Not at all. At least they refunded me, but still, an apology isn’t too much to ask for. I paid for a service, and didn’t get it. I asked for a refund, and they blamed it on not checking my spam. That’s not a client-focused business: you don’t blame the client when YOU’RE the one who didn’t hold up your side of your job, and promote what I paid for.

So, Book Buzz, in the future, I suggest you explain your lack of service when you don’t promote what someone paid for, and apologize to the client as well. Oh, and one more thing: don’t blame the client

 

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We’re In This Together: Celebrating Writers Who Persevere #writerslife #Writers #Writing

Today I am happy to be part of Writers Persevere!, an event that authors Angela Ackerman and Becca Puglisi are running for the next few days to celebrate their release of their newest book, The Emotional Wound Thesaurus: A Writer’s Guide to Psychological Trauma. This book looks at the difficult experiences embedded in our character’s backstory which will shape their motivation and behavior afterward.

Because Angela and Becca have spent the last year exploring painful human struggles, they wanted to highlight a very important aspect of overcoming difficult circumstances: it can make us stronger. I promised to let Angela hijack my blog today, so please read on!

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Hi everyone! When you set out to find examples of inner strength, you don’t have to go very far. Right here in the writing community we see it every day. Writers more than anyone understand the swirl of emotions as we work toward publication. We dream of making it and seeing our books in the hands of readers…yet doubt and frustration can be a constant companion. For us, there is a lot to learn, much to steel our nerves for, and unfortunately, a host of real-world problems that can try to derail us. And, even as we slowly move forward and grow, we can sometimes feel like impostors. This is a tough road.

But the fact that writers face this battle, day after day, and KEEP GOING…this should be celebrated! We need to be reminded that we are much stronger than we sometimes believe. We dream, create, and force ourselves to keep striving. Through the ups and downs, we persevere!

Have you encountered something on the writing road that made you question yourself? Have you faced an obstacle that required a force of will to get past?

If so, we want to hear about it! Join Becca and me at Writers Helping Writers from October 25-27th, where we are celebrating writers and their stories of perseverance. Stop in, and tell us about a challenge or struggle your faced, or if you like, join this event by writing a post on your own blog and share it using the hashtag #writerspersevere. Let’s fill social media with your strength and let other writers know that it’s okay to question and have doubts but we shouldn’t let that stop us.

GIVEAWAY ALERT!

We also have a prize vault filled with items that can give your writing career a boost, so stop by Writers Helping Writers. I would love for one of you to win something that will help you get closer to your goal!

If you struggle, remember to reach out to others. We are in this together, and by supporting one another, we cross the finish line together (and then keep going!).

Happy writing!

Angela & Becca

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