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Win Bad Boy & Biker Romances (@booksweeps) #booksweeps #win #giveaway

Hi everyone,

Today, I have a fun surprise that I’d like to share with you.

I’ve teamed up with 30 fantastic authors to give away a huge collection of bad boy & biker romances to 2 lucky winners, PLUS a brand new eReader to the Grand Prize winner!

Oh, and did I mention you’ll receive a collection of FREE ebooks just for entering? ;D

You can win a copy of Fast Lust, plus books from authors like Eddie Cleveland, Jenika Snow and Jeanne St. James.

Enter the giveaway by clicking here: http://bit.ly/badboys-feb2018

Happy reading,

Lucy x

Bad Boys Steamy Romance and Erotica eBook Giveaway! #instafreebie @instafreebie

Bad Boys, Bad Boys. Whatcha gonna do?
FREE Irresistible and Authenticated Bad Boy Books. Grab HIM now!
Romance and Erotica. November 1 thru 15.

Click the link below to fill your Kindle with sexy bad boys!

**Bad Boys eBook Giveaway Landing Page**

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Bad Boy Romance Giveaway! #romance #giveaway

Hi folks,

I’m taking part in this amazing giveaway where you can get your hands on Kindle Fires and a whole bunch of amazing bad boy romances, including Hiding in Plain Sight (which you can still pre-order for the bargain price of 99c/p – remember, the price will go up on release day!). Just click the link below to enter.

**Click here to enter the bad boy romances giveaway**

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Grand Slam and British Bad Boys Boxed Set are FREE on Amazon for a Limited Time! (@lily_harlem) #free #ku #kindleunlimited #wimbledon

Hi everyone,

To celebrate the awesomeness that is Wimbledon, my co-author and friend, Lily Harlem and I have decided to make Grand Slam absolutely FREE on Amazon for five whole days (6th – 10th July)! That’s right, a whole novel-length book completely free! How cool is that? Please, please, do share with all your friends so everyone can take advantage of this amazing offer.

Here’s a reminder of what the book’s all about:

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

So, what are you waiting for? Grab the book here: http://mybook.to/grandslam

On the exact same dates, the British Bad Boys Boxed Set is also free on Amazon, courtesy of myself and my fellow boxed set authors!

Here’s the blurb:

Indulge yourself with this boxed set of stories written by bestselling and award-winning British romance authors. No one knows British bad boys better than they do!

Come and spend time with a dirty-talking London tattoo artist, a Scottish bad boy, a British gangster who won’t take no for an answer, and MORE! These men are all hotter than hell and have accents to die for. Whatever your desire, you’ll find it within these pages.

Packed full of brand new standalone, steamy stories with no cliff-hangers. With happily-ever-afters guaranteed, you won’t want to miss out on this limited collection, available for a short time only!

Grab your freebie here: http://viewbook.at/britishbadboys

We hope you enjoy the reads! If so, please, please do leave us a review – they really help us authors, as they help readers decide whether they’d like to read the book or not. And also, please do use the share buttons below to help us spread the word.

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

FREE British Bad Boy for Everyone

Hi folks,

The release date for the British Bad Boys Boxed Set is ticking ever closer, and we have an amazing offer for you:

Grab yourself a FREE taster!

All you have to do to get your free novella from instafreebie is sign up to the British Bad Boys newsletter! This novella is by the fabulous Lily Harlem and is super hot!

Grab your FREE copy of Rough ‘n’ Tough here…

https://www.instafreebie.com/free/etBa6

Rough ‘n’ Tough by Lily Harlem

It’s safe to say Carmel was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. A life of privilege and luxury is all she’s known. But that doesn’t mean she’s been lucky in love and with a nasty ex on the loose her trip home to study for exams isn’t going well.

Until that is the sexy Irish gardener her father has employed steps into the foray. Then things get really interesting, really fast. Before she knows it she’s stealing out into the darkness for an adventure her imagination could never have dreamt up. One thing is for sure, Harper is as good as he is bad, and as kinky as he is sexy. Carmel will never be the same again.

Please note, this book contains a dabble into mild breath play and an Irish traveller who will charm your pants off!

A note from the author

Getting involved in the British Bad Boys Boxed Set has been an absolute delight, not just because I’m working with some of my most favourite authors in the world but also I’m writing about my most favourite men in the world. I’ve dated Scottish and Irish guys in the past and now I’m married to an English man (though I’ve never dated a Welsh bloke which is perhaps strange as I live in Wales). I picked an Irish traveller for my story. He’s the opposite to the heroine in lifestyle but they’re so similar in many other ways. I wanted sexual tension between them, off the scale chemistry, something so electric that even though society would frown on them being together it couldn’t be ignored. There’s action, adventure and some seriously sexy scenes in Rough ‘n’ Tough. I hope you’ll check it out, then grab yourself the British Bad Boys Boxed Set and enjoy the other hot heroes and steamy stories.

British Bad Boys

Indulge yourself with this boxed set of stories written by bestselling and award-winning British romance authors. No one knows British bad boys better than they do!

Come and spend time with a dirty-talking London tattoo artist, a Scottish bad boy, a British gangster who won’t take no for an answer, and MORE! These men are all hotter than hell and have accents to die for. Whatever your desire, you’ll find it within these pages.

Packed full of brand new standalone, steamy stories with no cliff-hangers. With happily-ever-afters guaranteed, you won’t want to miss out on this limited collection, available for a short time only!

Pre-order for just 99c/99p, what are you waiting for?

https://books2read.com/BritishBadBoys

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5 Reasons You Want a Tattooed God by Em Petrova

Love TiesMy latest book LOVE TIES is all about gritty guys, and yes, they have a lot of ink! I’m a sucker for a hard body with tattoos, and here are 5 reasons you want to run your hands up and down a muscled, tattooed body too.

 

  1. Having a tattooed man is like having a private art gallery. Study the masterful strokes and imagine what thoughts went on behind the ink. Also when he catches you ogling him, you can say you’re looking at his tats.
  2. No more unwelcome advances from other men. Once they see your bad-boy, their man-parts will shrivel and they’ll leave you alone.
  3. Making other ladies jealous. Their eyes open wide, and they are totally convinced that you’re getting amazing sex.
  4. You know he can cope with pain, so you won’t be driving him to the hospital for things like ingrown toenails.
  5. Finding tattoos under those clothes you strip off is like hitting the jackpot. Then you can kiss and lick all the lines as if you’re following a road map.

 

Do you have any more reasons you want a tattooed god? I’d love to hear them! Read on for a sexy excerpt from LOVE TIES, now available!

*****

The instant he walked into The Gearhead bar, she knew it. Chatter stuttered to a stop, and the cover band seemed to trip on the beat. Without looking over her shoulder, Ever felt Jamison’s heavy stare.

A shiver raced down her spine, but she managed to keep from contorting into a strange shape on the barstool. Jamison Montgomery. Hell, even his name had serious swagger.

Gripping her glass, she stared at the green contents. Sex with an Alligator was her drink of choice, which had amused the hell out of Jamison from the very beginning. Ever hitched her boot heel on the stool rung and tried not to squirm.

From the corner of her eye she glimpsed the man who stopped every lady—and quite a few men—in their tracks. Six-feet-two with a chiseled chest that served as a fine pillow. Not that she’d admit it to anyone.

The pretty bartender leaned across the polished surface. “Wow, look at him. I bet a girl could ride him to Sturgis and back.”

As if she didn’t know exactly who the brunette referred to, Ever glanced around. And instantly regretted it.

Jamison’s deep hazel gaze latched onto her like a motorhead attached himself to a restored Harley. Ever’s skin broke out in goose bumps at the sight of the same five o’clock shadow that had burned her inner thighs so deliciously not twelve hours ago.

She clenched her knees together and took a slug of the green drink that tasted like a sour apple hard candy.

“Do you know who that is?” the bartender asked.

Barely turning her head, Ever tried not to let him catch her gaze again, but damn if he wasn’t a professional at it. She let him consume her with his eyes a heartbeat too long. Then shaking her head, she dragged her gaze away from his ruggedly beautiful face and tried to play it cool. “Just some dirtbag.”

Her drawl was Deep South even to her own ears—something Jamison had commented on. That and her name. There weren’t a lot of girls named Ever on the big blue ball they called Earth. When explaining her name, she always claimed her mother had named her this, because given a choice, she’d never, ever get pregnant again.

Three stools down, the scrape of metal legs on the dusty wood floor made Ever’s nipples pucker. Anything the man touched or looked at turned her into runny grits. The bartender smoothed her hands over her perfectly trim hips before bouncing down to take his order.

“What can I get ya tonight, loverboy?”

“Double of Jack.” When he spoke, his gritty tone ignited Ever. Too well she recalled him calling her baby in the same voice, sounding as if he’d swallowed gaskets and chased them with moonshine.

Ever’s skin prickled.

She’d regretted coming back to this Podunk town where she’d spent too many years as someone’s wife. Then the purdiest man in the state of Alabama had wandered through the door.

Too bad he was not a cowboy. Or a banker. A post office worker. Hell, she’d prefer a sewer employee over another man wearing leather and sporting too much horsepower between his legs.

She shifted in her seat, aware of Jamison’s gaze. She didn’t dare turn her head because her face would light up like the Fourth of July. With a complexion like hers, she had little control over her blushes.

Last night Jamison kissed her heated cheeks and rumbled a laugh. “You match your hair,” he’d said.

“I’ve gotta use the lady’s room. Save my drink.” Ever’s mutter to the waitress didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Tight Jeans. She didn’t get halfway down the corridor leading to the restrooms when leather and earthy aftershave overwhelmed her.

He grabbed her elbow and whirled her. Her back struck the wall, but he slid a hand behind her in time to cushion the impact. As Jamison leaned in, breath minty and lips inviting as hell, she panted for control.

“Just some dirtbag, huh?”

He was dressed to kill in those dark jeans, his motorcycle club T-shirt, and a black leather vest that fitted to every muscled inch of his torso. Ever’s knees sagged, and he trapped her more firmly against the wall.

Dipping his head, he nuzzled her throat. She sucked in a harsh breath and fought the urge to twist her fingers into his leather cut and yank him down. The memory of those heated lips gliding over her flesh was almost too much to bear.

“Was I just some dirtbag to you last night?”

“Y-yes.” Her whisper was a lie, and they both knew it. God, how was she going to continue to resist this man? Every nerve ending in her body begged for his callused touch. But no, she had too much to lose.

Going back to the Life wasn’t an option. She’d busted her ass to break free of the world of guns, drugs, and anything on two wheels.

In the background the band struck a new song, the drummer a little too enthusiastic. Heller’s Gap had never been known for its musical talent, but someone had to keep couples revolving on The Gearhead’s dance floor.

What the hell had she been thinking to even come into a biker bar? Old habits would kill her in the end.

Jamison skated his perfectly hard lips down her neck to the hollow of her collarbone. Last night he’d drizzled cheap wine on her and lapped it up from that very spot. She melted down the wall, but he pinioned her crotch on his steely thigh.

She wet her lips. “I don’t plan on hanging around some guy wearing patches on his vest.” She’d almost chanted this mantra for twelve hours since meeting him.

Last night a single look from Jamison was all it took. Two slow dances later she was wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

Sure, it would start like this—scorching hot sex with a very considerate lover. But over time she’d be up all night, worrying about why he’d gone out packing more heat than the police force. Or whether or not he was with some sweet butt.

Her father had been a MC officer, and her ex patched in when he was barely eighteen. She’d learned how to hate men from the very best.

Guys like Jamison were also too damned sexy for her sanity. She planted her boots and tried to straighten away from him, but he rocked his thigh against her pussy. As hard muscle met needy flesh, even through the barrier of jeans, her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Just some dirtbag who can do this to you.” He pressed his knee upward, lifting her onto tiptoe. She bit off a cry. “And this.” He palmed her breasts, and heat tore through her as if she weren’t wearing a cotton shirt. “Or this.” He nipped her earlobe, and she couldn’t stop herself.

She turned her mouth into his, desperate for his taste. The instant she parted her lips, he plunged inside. For two mind-blowing minutes she forgot her name, her reasons for coming back to Heller’s Gap, and every good intention she had.

Jamison’s kisses stole all rational thought. He angled his head and drank from her, flicking his tongue along her lower lip until her panties were a soggy mess. He cradled her jaw and drove his tongue into her mouth again.

Whimpering, she clung to him.

He leaned away with a satisfied smirk. “Pretty good for just some dirtbag, eh, Ever?”

 

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