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Author: Gale Stanley
BIN: 008530-02755
Genres: Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), New Releases, Romance
Themes: Gay, Multiple Partners
Series: Roosters (#6)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 51
Author: Harley Wylde, Paige Warren
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 08518-02752
Genres: Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), New Releases, Romance
Themes: MC Romance, New Adult
Series: Roosters (#5)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 84
Available August 3rd
Badger — I went to prison for ten years after beating a man to death. He deserved it, and then some. I only wish he’d suffered more. Now I’m free, but things aren’t the same as when I left. The little girl I once saved is now a tempting young woman with curves in all the right places. I should stay away, far away, but I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The pres of my club adopted her, so she’s definitely a no-fly zone, but damn if I don’t want her with every breath I take. A little sample wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? As long as Griz doesn’t find out, I’ll keep breathing. Sneaking around should be easy enough. I never counted on falling for her, or finding out she was carrying my kid. Now what the hell am I supposed to do? I’m a longtime repeat offender. I can’t walk the straight and narrow. Can I?
Adalia — I’ve worshiped Badger ever since the night he saved me. But what started as a young girl’s infatuation has grown into something more. I know he’ll never see me that way, or at least I thought he wouldn’t. When we’re together, it’s like we just can’t keep our hands off each other. It’s probably against his parole for us to be together, but he doesn’t seem to care. The heat between us is undeniable. He didn’t promise me forever, just right now. But neither of us counted on me getting pregnant, something that wasn’t supposed to happen too easily, and I have no freakin’ clue what to do. I’m scared Badger will run for the hills. He never asked for this, but then neither did I. One thing is for certain. If he doesn’t man up and my daddy finds out, there will be hell to pay.
No one can hide from the president of the Devil’s Fury MC.
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NOW FOR AN EXCERPT:
The trip back to Blackwood Falls took too fucking long, and I was feeling anxious. It had been a long damn time since I’d been in a vehicle, and I’d much rather have spent the hour-long ride on my Harley. Soon enough, I’d take it out on the open road, and just let the tension melt away. The only thing sweeter than a ride on my bike was being between a woman’s thighs.
As Demon stopped outside the clubhouse, he tensed and turned to face me. I had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth, but something told me it wasn’t anything I wanted to hear.
“There’s something you need to know,” Demon said.
“Anyone die while I was gone?”
“No. It’s about Adalia.”
My breath froze in my lungs as I pictured her wide blue eyes as they’d stared at me in terror. I’d found her in an alley, her clothes torn, and some asshole raping her. I’d seen her around town, knew she was only thirteen, just a kid. Something inside me had snapped, and I’d beat the fuck out of that asshole. Beat him to death. I didn’t regret what I’d done, only wished I’d gotten there sooner. Adalia had watched as I killed that man, and she hadn’t uttered a word the entire time. Not even when I took her to the hospital to be checked out. I’d known it wouldn’t end well for me, but my first priority had been the girl. Anyone else might have gotten off with a lighter sentence, seeing as how I’d been protecting her. But a guy like me with priors? I hadn’t had a prayer. Ten years to give her the peace of mind that the asshole who had touched her was six feet under? Yeah, it was a trade I’d been willing to make. I’d made it then, and even knowing I’d get time, I’d do it again in a second.
I might be an asshole biker with a rap sheet, but there were some things that even I wouldn’t tolerate. Rape was one of them. Anyone harming a kid was another, and that dickweed had done both. As far as I was concerned, the world was a better place without him in it.
“What about her?” I asked.
She’d be twenty-three now. Probably had a steady job, a nice boyfriend. At least, I hoped that’s how her life had turned out. But the way Demon had said her name… had something happened to her while I was gone? Had some other asshole tried to hurt her, and I hadn’t been around to save her this time? My gut clenched just thinking anything bad had happened to her. She’d been such a sweetheart the few times I’d been around her, always a little on the quiet side.
“She’s here,” Demon said quietly.
Innocent and Sweet by Megan Slayer
Roosters, Book 1
Changeling Press
Short Story
M/F, New Adult
Anissa Dunn wants one man — Kameron. He’s got looks, brains and a boatload of attitude… and all that muscle. A girl can only take so much, and he’s her heart’s desire. She’s not afraid to give as good as she gets and she wants him to be her teacher in all things carnal.
There’s only one catch — he’s her bodyguard and the rules state she can’t date the staff.
But rules are meant to be broken…
Available from Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2745
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EXCERPT:
Copyright ©2018 Megan Slayer
I will make him notice me. Anissa adjusted her dress. The cherry-red halter frock hung on her thin frame. So much for the correct fit. She sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn’t put on weight. She debated what to add to improve her figure. If she wore the leather jacket, she’d appear edgy. The clunky boots helped increase her height, so she was fine there. But her bust… drat. She peered down at her chest. A wave of nausea hit her as she thought about her dating past. Guys didn’t want to date a woman with a flat chest — or so they’d told her.
She spied the gel bra cups she’d bought during her last trip to the fabric store. If she had boobs, maybe the guy of her dreams would finally notice her. He had to.
Anissa stuffed the chilly padding beneath the cups of her dress. Her boobs looked huge. Instead of the burst of confidence she’d expected, she hated her reflection in the mirror. The additions didn’t fit her frame. But she had a date and no choice but to do her best to entice him. If fake boobs worked, then fine. She’d take her chances.
She donned the jacket, then grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs.
Kam stood in the foyer. He wore the same battered leather jacket, faded jeans and dark sunglasses as he always did. He touched his earpiece. “In position.”
Her heart fluttered. Kameron Stone personified sex in human form. Her nipples ached, and she pressed her knees together. She’d never been with a man and wanted Kam to be her first. If she had her way, he’d be her only.
Would he fuck her?
Better yet, would he love her the way she loved him?
“I have the package,” Kam said. “Preparing to leave.”
She frowned. The package. She didn’t have the honor of being referred to by her name. Gaining his attention wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m ready.”
Kam nodded. “This way, Ms. Dunn.”
“Anissa.” He’d used her last name. Dang it. She’d pleaded with him so many times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her mother. She was just Anissa.
“Ms. Dunn.” Kam escorted her to the front porch, then down the steps. He opened the passenger door of the limo. “After you.”
“Thanks.” She couldn’t leave the house without her trusty bodyguard, Kam. She settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap. Kam would do anything to protect her, and she trusted him, but she was twenty-one and her father needed to put some faith in her. He’d sheltered her from everything. She didn’t resent him for trying — when she turned twenty-five, she’d come into a hefty sum of cash via the trust her mother had left her, but still. She’d gone to an all-girls college, a private all-girls high school and never spent more than a few hours on her own. She crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high on her leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care?
She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and silent. He wore his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who tried to get too close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea if he listened to her. Knowing him, he tuned her out.
“Kam?” She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt rode higher. He didn’t pay her any attention, which rankled her. “Kameron.”
“Ms. Dunn.” He seemed to stare straight ahead.
She whipped out her phone. She couldn’t go through with the date. Not now. She sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway. She’d sent the itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the house. Kam wasn’t paying attention to her — not in the way she wanted. He didn’t seem to care.
She sighed. According to the magazines she’d bought, her college roommate and the dirty movies she’d watched in the middle of the night, she had to be aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure… she could be aggressive. She could demand his attention. But she wasn’t sure how.
Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most likely in front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back. “Kam.”
If he looked at her, she couldn’t tell.
“Ms. Dunn?” Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “Are you okay?”
Nope. He hadn’t noticed her lousy attempts to entice him.
“I’m fine,” she mumbled. What a liar…”I’d like to talk to you.”
Author: Harley Wylde, Jessica Coulter Smith
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 08483-02741
Genres: Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), New Releases, Romance
Themes: MC Romance, Men and Women in Uniform, New Adult
Series: Roosters (#2)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 85
Ryker: After 20 years in the military, I find myself doing my dad’s dirty work. But as the “prince” of the Hades Abyss MC, it’s expected of me. Doing a little recon in a small Alabama town should have been boring as shit, until the hot little minx I met at a bar turned my life upside down. Women always fall at my feet, but this one was different. If I’d known she was a virgin, I might have backed away, but now that I’ve had a taste I just want to keep coming back for more. Little did I realize that I’d just fucked the sister of a Dixie Reaper, and my life was about to become all kinds of complicated. I had to wonder… had she fucked me because she wanted me? Or was it all some kind of setup?
Laken: My big brother Flicker is always ruining my fun, keeping the guys away from me, so when I finally get a chance for a hot guy to get rid of my V-card, I’m all for it. Ryker’s hot and has that alpha vibe, and the fact he’s ex-military just made me wetter. It never occurred to me that he was a biker, or that I might have just screwed up a big deal for the Dixie Reapers. It seems my sexy Ryker isn’t just some hot military guy. No, he’s the son of the President of the Hades Abyss MC. So I hide like big brother asks me to. Just one problem… Ryker doesn’t leave, and now I’m late. How am I supposed to tell Ryker that I’m carrying his child? When life fucks me over, it does it royally.
Available from Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/ryker-roosters-2-b-2741
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ryker-Roosters-Book-Harley-Wylde-ebook/dp/B07F26WK3Q
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Now for an EXCERPT:
Ryker (Roosters 2, Dixie Reapers MC)
Harley Wylde
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2018 Harley Wylde
Ryker
I threw back another shot of whiskey, and slammed the glass down on the bar top. It was my tenth. Or was it twelfth? I’d lost count somewhere along the way, but I wasn’t even remotely drunk. There was a slight warmth spreading through me, but I was one hundred percent in charge of my actions. So when I slid my hand up the back of the thigh of the hottie standing next to me, yeah, that was all me. What can I say? That sweet, curvy ass of hers was calling to me.
She slowly turned her head to look at me over her shoulder as my hand slipped up farther, sliding under the hem of her too short dress. Mmm. No panties. I gave her ass cheek a squeeze and watched as heat flared in her eyes. Whatever schmuck she’d been talking to was forgotten as she turned to face me. Oh yeah. The front matched the back. Nice, luscious breasts that were barely contained by the stretchy top of her dress, and damn if her nipples weren’t poking through.
“Normally a guy buys me a drink before he grabs my ass,” she said.
“Guess I’m not a normal guy.”
She reached out and fingered the dog tags that I still wore, despite the fact I’d been out of the service for a month. “No, soldier, you certainly aren’t.”
“Marine,” I said.
She bit her lip and moved in a little closer. “Guess that makes you something of a badass, doesn’t it?”
I smirked and squeezed her ass again. “Something like that.”
She reached out and rubbed a hand down my chest, her fingers trailing across my abs and stopping at my belt buckle. I could tell she liked what she saw, and I damn sure liked the way she filled out her dress. It would look even better bunched around her waist while I fucked her.
“You’re so big and strong,” she said with a purr.
“Oh, baby. You have no idea.”
I slid my fingers farther down the curve of her ass until they teased her pussy. She was already wet and so damn slick, and she looked like just the type of girl who would let me fuck her in the bathroom. I knew the type, and those hard nipples and wet little pussy told me that she wanted me bad enough to let me do whatever I wanted. Women tended to fall at my feet, always had, and this one wasn’t going to be an exception. Kneeling was a good place for them, easier access for sucking my cock.
“Bigger doesn’t mean better,” she said. “It’s all in how you use it.”
“I know how to use it. I can make you scream my name all night long.”
She shrugged. “Maybe you can and maybe you can’t.”
Oh, I could. It was a proven fact. Women always screamed in ecstasy whenever I was pounding into their pussies, or anywhere else I pleased. They begged me for it.
“What’s your name, sugar?”
Author: Raisa Greywood
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 08505-02748
Genres: BDSM, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), New Releases, Romance
Series: Roosters (#3)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 102
Jackson: I need a wife. I’d much rather keep my string of submissives and the occasional lady I can take out in public, but my job — no, my very identity as Jackson McKenna, CEO of McKenna Logistics — is at risk if I don’t find some woman to marry. I wish I could find a woman who could do both. She would be intelligent, beautiful, of course, and be filthy enough to drop to her knees and service me in a parking lot before walking into a country club with perfect lipstick and manners. Nobody’s that lucky, though. That woman doesn’t exist.
Siobhan: I need a husband. I’d much rather focus my attention on Andy, my nephew and the son of my deceased sister. Despite my sister and her husband’s wishes, his grandparents want his trust fund and threaten to take him from me. They call me a whore and say I’m not a good guardian because I’m not married. In this small Ohio town, their argument holds weight. But Siobhan Jane O’Malley doesn’t roll over for anyone, and they’re going to find out I fight dirty. And I’m going to have to get very dirty when Jackson McKenna makes me his wife.
Available from Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/bastard-s-new-baby-roosters-3-b-2748
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Now for An EXCERPT:
Bastard’s New Baby (Roosters 3)
Raisa Greywood
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2018 Raisa Greywood
Siobhan glared at herself in the mirror. Unless she could find a good dry cleaner, her beautiful suit was a lost cause. She tossed the stockings into the trash and cleaned up her knees as best she could, stopping the bleeding with several bandages from the first-aid kit and wishing her skirt was long enough to cover them. God, she missed the monogrammed polos and black trousers of her old job.
The rain had washed away what little makeup she’d put on, leaving her freckled and blotchy. At least her hair looked decent. The rain had tamed the frizz, and if she could get the interview over with before it dried, she’d be happy with it. She’d managed to wash the mud and road grime off her hands and face, and the little polyester shell she’d worn under the suit had rinsed clean.
Nothing was dry, of course. She was uncomfortably sticky and the air conditioning chilled her damp skin, making her nipples pebble under the thin lace of her bra. If she got the job, she’d have to invest in some sweaters. The building was cold enough to hang meat.
With one last swipe at her skirt, she left the bathroom and made her way back to the receptionist, but she wasn’t at her desk. She sat down to wait in a plastic chair by the door, taking the time to go over her notes and straighten up her portfolio. Papers had come loose when she’d dropped her bag in the street, but nothing had gotten wet, thank God.
A photo of Andy slid free and she touched his sweet little face. He grinned widely, exposing his new teeth. He looked just like Susan when he smiled. She took out her tablet and opened the case. It didn’t appear damaged, and she set it aside without turning it on.
A door slammed and she stood, readying herself for her meeting. She’d spent the last few days drilling herself on all things McKenna that she could scare up on the library Internet as Andy napped in his car seat at her feet. Unfortunately, the one thing she hadn’t been able to find was a picture of Jackson McKenna. Despite being one of the richest men in Ohio, the man seemed to have no social media images anywhere.
The receptionist stormed into the entry, her eyes flashing angrily. Siobhan gathered her portfolio and blinked in surprise when the woman stomped up to her and waved a finger in her face.
“Why are you still here? Your interview has been canceled and won’t be rescheduled. You’re a mess and we can’t have someone like you in this office.”
“I beg your pardon?” What the fuck happened to small-town manners? Even in Chicago, she’d never been treated so rudely. And she didn’t give a good goddamn how rich McKenna was. There was no excuse for such unprofessionalism.
“You heard me.” The woman gave her a nasty grin, and said, “Don’t let the door hit your fat ass on the way out.”
“Oh, honey, you are out of your weight class.” She shoulder-checked the woman, making her stumble backward, and strode toward the closed door bearing a brass plate with the name “Jackson McKenna.”
Author: Stephanie Burke
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 008527-02754
Genres: Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), New Releases, Romance, Romantic Comedy
Themes: Interracial
Series: Roosters (#4)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 50
Evan Whie has a big brain, a big company and an even bigger issue… in his pants. Being that big can be a problem when it comes to dating… but he’s not interested in dating just anybody. He wants his queen.
Cleopatra Cockie has a big problem when it comes to love, and an even bigger solution to fix her woes… Seduce her business partner and man of her dreams, no matter what the rumor mill has to say.
They’re two gamer geeks on a mission and if they can work it out, Cockie will always be connected to a Whie.
Evan Whie had a huge problem… right between his legs. He looked down at his crotch and winced, not only at the horrible bunching in his crotch area, but at the feel of having a good solid ten and a half inches of cock shoved into an area that was not designed to hold all that mass. Maybe he should have gone for the kilt?
“You have to come out of there sometime,” a nasally voice called, and Evan knew it had been the biggest fucking mistake of his life to bring along his best friend on this particular shopping trip.
“I’m not coming out and you can’t make me,” he shouted back, going up on one leg to try to pull down at the crotch. There had to be some more room in there… somewhere.
“Look, you big baby, either the pants don’t fit or they do. If they don’t I have a few more pairs of slacks for you to try.”
“Who says slacks anymore?” Evan grimaced in the mirror and gave up. The pants had to go.
“I do, you fashion disaster. And I want you to try the pleated front pants next. You’d be less prone to meat explosion that way.”
“Lydia!”
“What? You know it’s true. Those cute granddaddy little slacks you like so much don’t have enough give in the crotch. That’s why you need pleats. Reinforcements.”
“That’s it. I’m wearing a kilt.”
“At least you have the legs for that. Working off sexual tension in the weight room is good for a few things.”
“I’m your boss,” he called back.
“And if you just tell the woman how you feel –”
“I will end you.”
“No, you won’t. You’d get an anger boner and pass out before you could reach me. That much blood suddenly rushing down has that effect on people.”
Evan slapped a broad, calloused hand over his face. He was blushing. He knew he was blushing. He could feel the heat in his face and chest.
“Lydia Summerwell, you are the worst,” he grumbled as he tried to pull himself together. He was an adult. He was a business owner, a successful business owner at that. He could handle this.
“But am I wrong?”
“The absolute worst.” He really did hate his best friend sometimes.
Evan forced himself to stare into the mirror again and examined the reflection there.
He was a reasonably good-looking man, nothing to make him one of People’s “Sexiest Men on Earth,” but his looks wouldn’t curdle milk either. And he had nice eyes. It was like Mother Nature couldn’t decide if they should be green or blue so she threw them both in there in equal amounts and let the colors fight it out.
He was in decent shape for a glorified computer jock. A Boffin was what she called him. And he had to admit that Lydia was right in that working off sexual frustration with weights was a good way to keep fit, as proven by his twenty-inch guns. He flexed a bicep in the mirror and resisted the urge to giggle like a teenage boy. Yeah, after all those years of Dorito’s, 7-11 Big Bites, and Mountain Dew, he finally had muscle tone.
He still didn’t quite have a six-pack in the belly, but hey, it was flat as hell and hard to boot. It was when you got below his stomach that the problems began.
Evan Whie had a huge dick.
I won’t lie. I’m not always the luckiest person. Some days, I can’t get a break. Take yesterday for an example. I have a story to finish. Granted, the deadline is self-imposed, but there’s a deadline. Fine. I’ve been working like mad to get this story finished. It’s there, but it has to go into the computer. Fine.
But then life came in and ka-bam…I’ve got more than it feels like I can handle.
First, I write to movies and music. For whatever reason, the DVD drive on my laptop doesn’t like me, so I can’t put a DVD in to watch it. Fine. I’ll use iTunes. That went kerplooey, too. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but it won’t even open. Yeah, so my noise isn’t around.
Then I went to do laundry. Everything went fine until I got the last load into the dryer. I start writing and hear this BOOM. Oh no… Something in the dryer blew (no, it wasn’t full of lint. I’m careful to remove that each time.) and it’s toast. Thankfully, I still have the old drying rack in the house and can string up a clothes line, but still. Ugh.
Then I went to close the window and at the exact moment I closed it, the cat decided to climb into the window. I pinched his poor paw. He’s okay and I’ve kept an eye on him, but man… I can’t get a break.
So I’m off to try to write…again. Hopefully, nothing blows up, gets mushed or ends up in an error. And if you’re interested in my latest release, here’s my rock star, Kross. I hope you enjoy him.
Resisting the Rock Star by Megan Slayer 
Contemporary Erotic Novel
M/F Pairing
From SuperNova Indie Publishing
What the rock god wants, he gets—including her.
Mason ‘Kross’ Khan left the rock and roll stage to connect with the son he never knew existed. He’s used to electrifying crowds and romancing the ladies. Money’s never been an object. He’s not looking for a relationship, but when he meets the saucy brunette at a club, he’s smitten. Danya’s perfect—curvy, smart and has no idea he’s a giant in the music industry. The one-night stand is just what he needs and he’s convinced he’ll never see Danya again—until he attends conference night at the local high school.
Danya Littrell isn’t just his one-night stand. She’s also his son’s art teacher and the woman who sparks his muse. Can he balance parenthood, a relationship with Danya and his music career? Or will his secrets be too much for the relationship to withstand?
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Megan Slayer and Wendi Zwaduk 