From New York Times bestselling author Laurelin Paige, comes a sexy novella in her Fixed Trilogy Series…DIRTY FILTHY FIX, a new novella brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy of this amazing novella today!
About DIRTY FILTHY FIX:
I like sex. Kinky sex. The kinkier the better.
Every day, it’s all I think about as I serve coffee and hand out business agendas to men who have no idea I’m not the prim, proper girl they think I am.
With a day job as the secretary to one of New York’s most powerful men, Hudson Pierce, I have to keep my double life quiet. As long as I do, it’s not a problem.
Enter: Nathan Sinclair. Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t come close to describing how hot he is. And that’s with his clothes on. But after a dirty, filthy rendezvous, I accept that if we ever see each other again, he’ll walk right by my desk on his way to see my boss without recognizing me.
Only, that’s not what happens. Not the first time I see him after the party. Or the next time. Or the time after that. And as much as I try to stop it, my two worlds are crashing into each other, putting my job and my reputation at risk.
And all I can think about is Nathan Sinclair.
All I can think about is getting just one more dirty, filthy fix.
Excerpt : “I’d like a try.” It was the stranger with the green eyes. Hot damn. Of course the night would ramp up right when I announced I was leaving. I looked up at him expectantly, but he didn’t approach. I realized he was waiting for my invitation. He was definitely new. Everyone else knew Miss T was one of the most ready and willing participants in the room—to the point where some tried to take advantage of it. I never needed to issue invitations, but I often needed to reinforce boundaries. “What are you waiting for, then?” I sat up straighter, ignoring Chuck’s grunt of complaint. The stranger came forward with slow, swaggering steps. When he reached me, he loosened his bowtie a little before lowering himself to one knee at my side. He placed his arm next to mine on the chair, his fingers barely grazing my skin. Goosebumps sprouted up my forearm all the way to my neck, and he hadn’t even bent in to whisper yet. And then he did. His breath skated over the shell of my ear, and my heart tripped unexpectedly in my chest. How long had it been since that had happened from just the feel of someone breathing against me? “I’m going to kiss you one way or another tonight,” he said, low and with such surety a shiver ran down my spine. “It’s your decision whether it’s now or later.” So. Not just a voyeur then. He sat back to study my features. My jaw was slack, and I scanned his expression, searching for a hidden motivation. My body tingled from head to toe. I was used to men—strangers—wanting me. I was used to them approaching me. I was used to them telling me how much they desired me. Why was this man so different? Maybe it was because those other men always looked everywhere in the room. When their eyes landed on me, I knew I was just one of many options. This man… He’d looked around the room. I’d watched him throughout the night. But nothing had interested him. I could tell by the way he was still wearing his jacket, by the way his eyes were only now beginning to dilate as they stared into mine. He’d studied the room and decided nothing here had interested him but me. That was definitely not the kink that usually got me off. That was Cinderella-story kind of kink. The fairytale kink with a happy ending was traditional, but a kink all the same—being chased. Being placed on a gilded pedestal. I never wanted to be somebody’s Only One in the Room. I liked having my own space. I liked being able to disappear when I wanted. I liked not having chains or boundaries. I was turning thirty-five soon. I wasn’t a starry-eyed teenager anymore. I knew what I wanted from life and love and relationships and sex. And it wasn’t a pedestal.
About Laurelin Paige:USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.
New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant “skillfully melds history and legend” (RT Book Reviews) in a brand new series – The Kindred.
To live in the light, they hunt in the dark…
Unparalleled in beauty and daring, Leoma has been raised with a single-minded focus—to wipe out corrupt witches. But when her new target leads her to a discovery that unveils a graver plan from the Coven, she doesn’t hesitate to follow. Yet, she’s not the only one on the hunt. And the sexy, infuriating man who crosses her path could prove to be a distraction—something she’s never encountered before.
Honor and family mean everything to Braith. When his life is turned upside down by the murder of his ward and heir without cause or reason, he has no choice but to turn to vengeance. Until a stunning, dangerous woman continues to thwart his efforts at every turn. Now, he must battle not only his need for revenge but his desire for the female, as well.
ABOUT DONNA GRANT
Donna Grant is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae. She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding. Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.
How to Woo a Wallflower by Christy Carlyle is Book Three in the “Romancing the Rules” series. This is the story of Clarissa ‘Clary’ Ruthven and Gabriel Adamson. I have read (and LOVED them!) the other books in this series but feel this can be a standalone book. Gabriel grew up a poor boy in Whitechapel where he had to fight his way to get money for food for his family. So much so that they used to bet on him when fighting. His mother was nothing to speak up and would get beaten by men. But when Gabriel was 16 years old him and his sister left there leaving their mother. Now almost 10 years later Gabriel isn’t that wild boy anymore. Gabriel is an Office Manger for Ruyhven Publishing Enterprise and been helping to run it for years. Gabriel wears suits and never has a hair out of place. Gabriel knows that when he marries is will be to a plan and boring lady so that he will have calmness in his life…nothing like the beautiful and unruly Clarissa. Clary is the youngest daughter of Leopold Ruyhven and along with that is very independent with the new age thinking that women are more than what people except. Clary has met Gabriel before thinking he is a stiff, never smiles and always dress perfectly. Clary knows that he sees all her faults and doesn’t think much of her. But on her 21 birthday she is to inherit part of the family Publishing Enterprise and plans to work there. Clary doesn’t have an interest in getting married but does want to help the poor women and children she knows. When her brother puts Gabriel in charge of teaching her the ropes of the company they start butting heads more. Gabriel seems to want everything neat and play by the rules but Clary isn’t that type of person. Ms. Carlyle knows how to write some great romance stories and this was one you won’t be able to put down! Loved seeing Clary and Gabriel come together. https://twitter.com/soapsrus68 https://www.facebook.com/RomanceBookReview http://booklikes.com/blog http://sissymaereads.blogspot.com/ https://romancebookreviewforyou.wordpress.com/ https://www.tumblr.com/blog/romancebookreviewforyoublog
Subject: Delete this message after you read it… Dear Hayley, I’m assuming you’re still hungover, so I’ll make this brief. Last night, you slipped under my sheets (without my permission), and we almost had sex. I got the hell out of the bed once I realized it was you, and I took you home. That’s the story. The end. Period. Just in case you’ve forgotten, you’re my best friend’s little sister. We will never be anything more. (We can’t be anything more.) Our previous friendship is still unresolved–or “over” in your terms, so I’d prefer if we worked on becoming ‘just friends’ again since you’re in town. Nonetheless, I’m not a man who leaves questions unanswered–even the drunken ones, so to properly close our inappropriate conversation: 1) Yes, I liked the way your lips felt against mine when you were on top of me. 2) Yes, I do “prefer” rough sex, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t rough with you. 3) No, I had no idea you were still a virgin… This message never happened, Corey
About Whitney G.
Whitney G. is a twenty-eight-year-old optimist who is obsessed with travel, tea, and great coffee. She’s also a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of several contemporary novels, and the cofounder of The Indie Tea–an inspirational blog for indie romance authors. When she’s not chatting with readers on her Facebook Page, you can find her on her website at http://www.whitneygbooks.com or on instagram: @whitneyg.author. (If she’s not in either of those places, she’s probably locked away working on another crazy story.) Don’t forget to sign up for Whitney’s monthly newsletter here: http://bit.ly/1p9fEYF
Any minute now, a van would drive up and Ashton Kutcher would slide the door open, laughing hysterically at my melodramatic performance on the front porch.
But nothing happened.
The words on the page jumbled into a toxic mess my brain refused to comprehend, much less accept.
Please consider this letter as a formal request to arrange a paternity test (DNA).
I barely remembered Chelsea Airy.
That wasn’t true—we’d gone out once, and we’d been friends for a while after. But I hadn’t heard so much as a peep from her since I’d gotten married. I’d reached out a handful of times, but she’d quit responding and fell off the face of the earth. There hadn’t been a text, an email, a phone call, not even a Facebook message, much less a stork in the last five years.
My wife could forgive a lot, but she’d never wanted children—much less another woman’s.
Stephie Walls is a literary whore – she loves words in all forms and will read anything put in front of her. She has an affinity for British Literature and Romance novels and an overall love of writing. She currently has six novels out, four short stories, and two collections; all provocatively written to elicit your imagination and spice up your world.
Giovanni’s life has been mapped out for him since birth. Born into the mob it’s all he’s ever known. Dalla nascita. Per sangue. Famiglia. By birth. By blood. Family. But when he stumbles upon Aria, everything he’s embraced and accepted about his life gets thrown out the window. Without thinking, Giovanni kidnaps Aria in order to save her but is it considered saving someone when the life you’re bringing them into is just as deadly? Now he’s torn between having Aria to himself and protecting her from himself.
Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book.
Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out. – Pam Allyn
While reading and writing are her passions, her two children are her entire world. You can probably find them at a Disney park before you would find them at home on the weekends!