✨The Non adventures of Alice by Ava Manello✨ 

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Book: The Non Adventures Of Alice The Erotic Author
Author: Ava Manello
Genre: Erotic Romance
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Synopsis

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There’s a bit of Alice in all of us. She’s just an ordinary girl, trying to get through each day, and encountering a few humorous pitfalls along the way.

Alice is an erotic author with a vivid imagination, which she puts to good use for her readers.

Follow Alice as she goes from hot fantasy to crashing back to earth when her flights of imagination evaporate into a disappointing reality.

From everyday encounters at the gym or tattoo shop, to a rendezvous via a dating site.

You just know the reality is never going to match up for poor Alice.

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Early Feedback

I urge you to take Alice’s journey with her. You won’t be disappointed, you’ll root for her, laugh with her and keep your fingers, toes and anything else you can crossed that her fantasies eventually match her reality. ~ Goodreads Review

With laugh out loud moments and times when you can completely empathise with Alice, any reader will instantly fill a link with her. A really enjoyable read. ~Goodreads Review

The book is entertaining to say the least. If you are looking for a quick, funny enjoyable read this book is it. ~ Goodreads Review

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About The Author

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Ava is a passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author who loves nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading. She will always be a reader first and foremost.

She loves erotic suspense that’s well written and engages the reader, and loves promoting the heck out of it for her favourite authors.

As Ava says: “I took a chance and followed a dream when I wrote my first book. It was scary, challenging and hard work, but above all it was worth it.”

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Bed of Lies by Niquel 

Title: Bed of Lies
Series: Bed of Lies Vol 1
Author: Niquel
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Stand alone
Release Date: April 14, 2017
PreOrder: $0.99 

I used to be naïve.
I used to think monsters didn’t exist.
I used to think I was safe, untouchable, and free from harm. 

Boy was I wrong…

My name is Whitney, and I used to think my old life was mediocre and boring. I thought I was missing out on something exciting. Now that Linc has shown me how dark and twisted life can be, I’d go back in a heartbeat…

This is book 1 in an upcoming 3 book dark erotic standalone series! 


We went outside and I sat on the patio stairs, staring out at the ocean. I wasn’t able to comprehend everything that had just transpired. My whole life had turned into one giant mess. I had thought I was happy back in Massachusetts. I had a man who loved me, a brother who loved me, a mom who loved me in her own unique way, and a future. Now? I had no idea what to look forward to. I didn’t think I’d be able to take it there much longer. I didn’t think I’d be able to see a future there, but now that everything had been taken away from me, I didn’t know what to do.




“Rebel, I know this may be a lot to take in, but I would never betray you the way he did. Whatever you thought you had with him was a lie. Stay with me and I’ll give you the bright future you deserve. You can work, or stay home and breed my children. I don’t normally do that for my pets, but you mean a lot to me.”


It was awkward seeing such a gentler side to the beast. What he offered was not what I truly wanted. I didn’t want to be stuck there as someone’s breeding machine. I wanted to be free and love someone who truly loved me, not captured me and blinded me with torture and love, conflicting every thought inside of me and making me question my own sanity.


“I need to think.”


“Take your time,” he said, placing a kiss on my lips before he turned on his heels and walked back into the house. I continued to look out into the ocean; the sky wasn’t as bright as the first day I was out there. It was dull and gloomy, matching the way I felt on the inside.

Linc was furious to find out someone had infiltrated his home while he was away on business. He was even more pissed off to find out Rebel had run off again, but he didn’t believe she’d done it on her own this time. He saw the way she looked at him; it was different, with more love in her eyes. The will to leave was slowly dissipating. He knew his wife must have had a hand in it somehow, and he was going to beat the answer out of her.

Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.

When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she’s writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other. 

Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts.


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Taking chances by Laura Farr


Title – Taking Chances

Author – Laura Farr

Release Date – 31st March 2017

 

Synopsis

When Libby Davis loses her best friend in a tragic accident, she can’t find a way through the grief and guilt that consumes her. Desperate to escape the memories that are stopping her from moving on, she visits her Aunt and Uncle on their ranch in Texas.

 

There she meets Mason Walker, a sexy ranch hand with a mysterious past, and a reputation he wants to leave behind. Despite her reluctance, sparks fly between the two of them, igniting feeling that neither have ever known before.

 

When someone from Mason’s past starts to cause trouble, will Libby be willing to take a chance on love, or will her already damaged heart not allow her to?

 

Goodreads link – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34341251-taking-chances?ac=1&from_search=true

 

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Laura Farr lives in Wolverhampton in the UK, with her husband and two children. When she isn’t working, reading or being a Mummy, she is pursuing her dream of writing.

 

Facebook page – https://www.facebook.com/Laura-Farr-Author-191769224641474/

 

The truth about love Vol.II by Anna Bloom 

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Synopsis

Cherry Donaldson goes through dates like some women go through coffee. So when she find herself in need of a temporary roommate, saying yes to the gorgeous guy—even if he’s not her usual type—is a bad idea. A very bad idea. 

The last thing she expects is to fall into a friendship with Jared. But he makes it so easy. And before she knows it, the lines blur and his annoying habits become just a little bit charming.

 Will Cherry break her own rules to take a chance on the guy she now calls a friend, or is The Truth About Love too much to bear?

Released 20th April

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⭐️Knight Takes Pawn by Martha Sweeney⭐️

 
Author: Martha Sweeney
Title: Knight Takes Pawn
Series: Red Knight #1
Release Date: March 21, 2017
 
 
 

Jagger rules everything. The cities from the elite districts, to the slums, and everything in between are his domain in one of three sovereigns on the planet Jaru. The only law is Jagger Law which can change at any moment. One wrong look or word can get a body part chopped off or have you killed.

Since the beginning of the war, which was almost over three decades ago, the air has had been stale and musty, still smelling of burnt metal. All resources needed to survive are severely limited, causing many Jaruians to pillage one another just to get a single meal for the day.

There are some who wish to end Jagger’s power and they’ve started to infiltrate his organization. Money, amongst other things, are just a farce that Jagger uses to dangle in front of his subjects to keep the population in line and distracted. Those who want to see the end of Jagger’s reign want to take control over the depleting natural resources in order to save the planet and the Jaruian species.

Natalie gets caught up in Jagger’s twisted game of power and control when she’s taken from her sovereign. Against her will, like all women who are caught, Natalie is thrown into the Jaruian sex trade. With her new, unwanted job responsibilities, Natalie takes a stand, willing to die fighting for her life rather than be used. When an opportunity presents itself, is Natalie willing to do whatever it takes to free herself or remain only a pawn?

WARNING: This series contains sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.

 
  
 
 
 

One – Natalie

The taste of copper coats my tongue as a ringing echoes in my ears. My head throbs from the blow administered after the dacker flailed his body backward, slamming me against the wall. I almost lose my grip on the now sweat-slicked chain, but I refuse to let go. He bucks a second time, forcing my head to fly back and collide with the barrier again. Though I’m wedged between him and the cold, gritty wall, I can tell that he’s on his last few breaths of life.

His fingers frantically claw at the metal that’s wrapped around his neck as his body becomes stiffer with each passing second. Faint gurgling sounds escape his open mouth as he desperately tries to suck in air. His body starts to slump, but my tired muscles flex harder, coaxing his fate to settle in more quickly. After about ten more seconds, his fat, greasy body collapses to the floor.

Positioning my right, bare foot in the middle of his back, I yank even harder on the chain. When the coloration on his face starts to change, I finally begin to slacken the reins. My arms shake violently from how long my muscles have been tense.

While I wait for the others to return, I sit on the edge of the bed with my back against the headboard as my knees are curled up to my chest. I’m unable to cry because that’s what I’ve done the majority of the time for the past few days since they captured me.

I’m not sure how much time passes, but some time later, two guards from earlier come barging into the room which is locked from the outside. They shout profanities and some other words I can’t make out, obviously commenting on the scene displayed before them. It’s not that I can’t understand them; they’re speaking Jaruian. It’s that my brain doesn’t focus on any single word as they bounce around in my head like a set of drums.

One of them comes close to me. His arms whipping around in the air as more unheard words escape from his rank hole. I don’t bother to look at him and continue to stare at the man I just killed. I’ve never taken a life before and I’m not sure how to feel about it. Mixed emotions run through me, but regret is not one of them. It was either him or me, and I chose him. The asshole paid money, I’m not sure how much, to have his way with me for a few hours.

My head flying to the left is paired with a sharp stinging grabs my attention. I don’t whimper. I don’t cry. Everything that has happened to me the past few days feels even more surreal now.

“The boss will hear about this, bitch,” one of the voices threatens.

I guess his slap brought me back to reality, allowing me to finally comprehend their words. My eyes lift to find his. I stare him down, hoping that he sees the anger and hatred in my gaze. He inches his face closer to mine, but I don’t budge.

“Let her be,” the other one states.

“What for?” he questions. “She dacking killed him.”

“The dacker had it coming,” the other says. “Boss didn’t like him that much. He always marked up the girls bad enough where they’d be out of commission for a few days. He was costin’ us money.”

“Whatever,” he huffs, turning away from me. “Help me get him out of here.”

I’m left inside the room without another word. The only sounds that are distinguishable are the door lock being switched into place, the faint percussion of music seeping in through the walls, and my heart pounding in my chest.

The small, makeshift bedroom with a bathroom, that is missing a door, still wreaks of that bastard’s body odor, causing me to dry heave a little. I’m not sure if I’m above or below ground since there isn’t a window in my tiny domicile.

I was knocked out right after they grabbed and bagged me just a few blocks from my home. When I woke up, I had a massive headache that could have been from either being hit over the head or drugged—perhaps both. Sensations of being fondled during my transportation fade in and out each time I dream or am touched by anyone, especially men.

Not long after I arrived, they had a group of women clean me up. My clothes were removed and they bathed me in a large, cement bath that was embedded in the middle of the floor of the room. I timidly kept my body covered as much as I could as they washed and rewashed my body to get rid of all of the dirt and stains. My hair was washed twice before they ushered me to another area. The women hand dried my body with small hand towels and then had me lay down on a leather-bound table where they then proceeded to wax my legs, underarms and genital region. My hair was trimmed next and styled before I was given a thin, skimpy dress to wear without a bra or panties. The women chatted quietly on occasion as they tended to me and most offered me an apologetic smile when we made eye contact.

Once I was ready, the ladies knocked on the door I originally entered. Two guards reached forward, grabbing my upper arms forcefully and escorted me away. They flanked me on either side as we followed one in front of us with one more trailing behind. I was then led to the room where I currently reside and given some food. They gave me just enough to take me away from the edge of hunger, but not enough to fully nourish me.

Two meals came each day with a small snack in between them. The food wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t good either. They gave me some juice a couple of times, but mostly water. If I needed more to drink, I was left drinking from the questionable sink in the bathroom with the use of my hands. Utensils were never given with my food, even if the option was not finger-food.

Yesterday, I was inspected by a male doctor while two other women were in the room. None of them said anything other than the doctor directing me to stand or move as he checked my body. He was very thorough and took a lot of notes.

Each night I’ve slept, it hasn’t been much. I wake to every little noise, worried that an unwelcomed intruder will arrive. I wasn’t exactly sure what they wanted from me, what they had planned, but I had a pretty good guess and it was confirmed when they let that bastard into my room tonight.

A familiar sound draws me from my thoughts and I stare at the closed door, hoping that I was only imagining it. The wooden door creaks open and three men walk into the room. My throat dries and my palms begin to sweat, nervous by their blank expressions. I recognize the two from before, but not the third. I silently pray to the Gods, if they even exist, that he’s not the next customer in line.

“What is your name?” the unfamiliar man asks.

My body trembles with fear as I can’t find the ability to answer him; nor do I want to.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says softly after a few more seconds of waiting for me to respond. He shifts closer and sits on the foot of the bed.

I watch him carefully, concerned with what he may do to me.

His eyes drift down to the spot on the ground where my victim previously laid. “Is that where it happened?” he asks, gesturing in front of him. “Is that where you killed him?”

I don’t follow his hand as I try to gauge his tone and expression. He almost seems amused rather than pissed at the fact that I killed the man.

His eyes lift to my face and his eyebrows raise a little.

I nod.

His gaze drifts down my body and back up. “Where did the chain come from?”

“He brought it in with him, sir,” one of the goons states. From the sound of his voice, it’s the dacker who hit me.

“Who let him bring in his own toys?” the man, who seems to be in charge, asks sharply.

They both remain quiet.

The one in charge slides closer and reaches forward toward me. I flinch, but it doesn’t seem to surprise him. He waits a few seconds before taking my chin. My gaze returns to him. The look in his eye tells me that he doesn’t intend to hurt me. His large, rough hand gently guides my head to turn a few inches to the left and then right. “Which one of you struck her?” he questions a little more calmly.

“Breaker, sir,” the one who didn’t hit me states.

“Quiet,” Breaker seethes through his teeth.

“Leave us,” the man directs.

“Sir?” the one called Breaker questions.

The man in charge shoots to a standing position and without another word, the two guards comply. Once the door is closed behind them, he turns back around and faces me. “I’m not a fan of my good paying clientele being killed,” he states calmly.

I don’t comment, fairly confident that he’ll do something to me regardless if I do speak and doesn’t care what my response would be.

“Do you know who I am?” he inquires.

My head bobs slightly, confident that I know his name; Jagger.

He takes a step forward and studies me for a moment. “You did do me a bit of a favor, though,” he states eerily. “He was costing me some money…more than what he was paying now that I think about it.”

I squeeze my hands together more, nervous about how this can play out.

“But, I still can’t have my clients being killed when they pay to have their way with you.” He pauses for a few seconds. “Though…it was his own fault for bringing in the chain.”

Staring at him, I’m not sure what he expects me to do. I will fight to the death to protect myself.

“I’m guessing you aren’t sorry,” he assumes. “And, why should you be. He would have broken you…physically…but, I’m not so sure that he would have broken your spirit.” He takes two steps forward and places his left hand under his chin as he supports one arm with the other. “And, I’m guessing that you’d put up another fight if I sent another client in here, wouldn’t you?”

I don’t comment, but I’m sure he can read my thoughts when he looks into my eyes.

After a few moments of silence, he says, “However…I think I just might have an idea that would work for the both of us.”

 
 
 
 
 

Martha Sweeney is an Amazon Best-Selling author with five complete novels and a coloring book. With a B.S. in Psychology, Martha utilizes her knowledge of human and animal behavior successfully in the business world and in her writing. She’s been creative since she was little, always drawing, coloring or making crafts, so her venture into being an author was a natural transition. Martha writes in a variety of genres, constantly pushing herself as story-teller.

She lives in sunny California with her husband and enjoys writing poolside most months out of the year.

 
  

Full Service by Falon Stone & Nix Stone 

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Cole Crocker never gets involved in other people’s business. But when there’s a woman in need of rescue, he can’t stop himself from stepping in. He never expects the rescue to turn into a new, sexy houseguest, but when Bella has nowhere else to go, he opens his home as well as his bed.

What starts out as an act of kindness turns into a night of unbridled passion and a future neither of them ever expected.

DON’T GET INVOLVED—it’s a motto Cole has always lived by, but when Bella enters his life, everything he once believed flies right out the window.

Warning: Full Service is a sexy short story, filled with love, lots of steam, and a strong alpha. If you want safe sex and condoms…move along. This is an insta-love romance that’ll make you swoon. If you’re looking for something hot and dirty, Falon & Nix Stone are about to deliver.

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Snow by Kristy V


Cover Reveal – Snow – Krissy V
Author – Krissy V
Book – Snow
Event Date – 29th March
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Whiskey Sour, #2

Snow is an elegant, classically trained, ballet dancer and
has the potential to become a ‘Prima Ballerina’.
After coming home from a world tour to find that she has
been betrayed by the one person she loved the most, she has to start her life
all over again…
This time it’s not just herself she has to consider.
Spence is a hard, tough guy who is trying to change his life
for the better. He has been through a tough childhood and the last thing he
thinks he deserves is Snow. His beautifully elegant Snow.
Opposites really do attract!
When Snow has a chance meeting with Whiskey, she becomes
‘Whiskey Sours’ favourite girl.




Whiskey Sour, #1



The Sweet Girls of Whiskey Sour

Where The Girls Are Sweet, But Their Dancing Is Not!


Whiskey Sour is an unusual place for such a diverse group of women to
meet. It’s a very classy burlesque club in London’s Soho! You’ll find the most
amazing women whose dancing is sensual, sexual and beautiful. Each of them have
their own style and their own story to tell. You are invited to come along and
meet each of the ‘Sweet Girls of Whiskey Sour’ and find out the journeys they
have been on to become the women they are now.




Whiskey – First Book in Series

When Whiskey runs away from home she has no idea what will happen to her. She
goes through things that nightmares are made of, but makes ‘friends
for life’ along the way. Fed up of running away from everything, she decides to
stand up and be counted. Her philosophy is “What doesn’t kill you makes you
stronger!”
Sawyer Callahan has Whiskey for one night. That’s all it takes for him to fall
for this sassy, beautiful, sexy woman. What lengths will he go to to find her?
Will he find her in time? Will she want him if he does?
Follow Whiskey’s harrowing story as she embarks on her own Whiskey Sour journey
to become owner and the namesake of ‘Whiskey Sour’. She comes from the
school of hard knocks. She is sassy, headstrong and becomes a mentor and
confidante to her burlesque dancing protégés… 
Whiskey Sour is her salvation and it too, soon becomes a haven for women
who need rescuing from their own pasts.
WARNING: Due to sexual situations and adult content, this dark romance thriller
series is not intended for readers under the age of 18, and anyone who is
unable to read books containing, kidnapping, murder, rape, and extreme abuse.
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