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Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Release Blitz: Sabato ~ The Cross (Ties of Steel #4) By M.J. Fields + excerpt


Title: Sabato: The Cross (Ties of Steel, #4)
Author: M.J. Fields
Release Date: March 31, 2015


la fame.... 

Sabato Efisto is a cursed man. Born from sin, raised in revenge, he’s made a name for himself doling out pleasure and punishment in the lush Italian Riviera. 

io brucio.... 

When the sins of his father come to rest on his shoulders, Sabato trades his privileged—but dangerous—life as the son of a mafia kingpin for the untested—but willing—shores of New Jersey. Acquiring a sex club called Steelettos is only the first phase in his plan to seduce and 
tame his new American landscape. Phase two involves finding a woman who can meet his...very singular, and definitely less-than-legal needs.

io conquisto.... 

Enter Melyssa Chance, a sassy southern law student who is as untested as they come. From the first glance, Melyssa knows that the sexy Italian is going to leave a mark on her reputation...and maybe a few other parts of her, while he’s at it. But what she doesn’t know is why she somehow caught his eye in return, what he really wants from her, and how far he’s willing to go to get it. 

che consumo…   


Nobody’s Hero 
May 27th

I prowl around the club in Florence. I need a release. Something warm to tease, taunt, titillate, tame, and tear up. It is not only the lifestyle I portray, it is truly who I am.  It has never been my MO to waste time chatting up some romance novel junkie, saying all the things I know she wants to hear to get laid.

That is why I came here. It’s not one of my places. I won’t lose the respect of my girls, or my clients.
Tonight, I seek strange.
I’ve come to exactly the right kind of place. I know this because I planned it. I plan everything. I take in the leather clad wait staff with piercings and tattoos—some of whom are holding whips—this is a no-last-name kind of scene. All fetishes are welcome here. My eye catches on a tall redhead with a nose ring that’s chained to her nipple ring—totally exposed, for all to see.
Make that welcome, wet, and waiting.
Nothing good happens on today’s date. Hell, nothing good ever happens these days, aside from orgasms and creating desire. If not for causing the slow buildup to release, and the inevitable double-edged climax, I would feel nothing. But then, usually I like feeling nothing. For too many years, I felt too much. Rage, sadness, jealousy, obsession, more was fucking exhausting, caring that much.
   Nowadays, I am a shark, coldly calculating without allowing anything to touch me on a personal level. Ironically, this seems to make me irresistible to the opposite sex. It also makes me notice things that most people are too nervous, too excited, too full of desire, or scared to notice.
In one corner of the club, there’s a man whose facial expression gives him away as a first-timer to the BDSM scene—eyebrows raised, wide shoulders cocked back defensively, and a scowl on his face that will likely keep any subs from approaching him. The way his eyes flit from side to side, it’s as if he’s trying to figure out how he got here, and what the hell is going on. I follow his gaze, more slowly and casually, expecting someone who works here to greet him, at least help the poor bastard feel welcome.  But no one does.
As a businessman, it bothers me. But as an anonymous club patron—which I am tonight, I remind myself—I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
I saunter over to the bar, sit down, and order a drink. Manhattan, with rye whiskey—the only kind of Manhattan that counts. When my drink is in my hand, I turn and continue scouting the crowd for talent. 
The majority have not picked their poison yet, and the ones who have are clearly all about being dominated. It seems like the place is crawling with prey, but not so many hunters. Good, I like those odds.
The ‘out of his scene’ guy comes up to the bar and sits right next to me. He orders a glass of wine, cheap wine. I almost snort into my drink. Rookie move. Feeling generous, I turn to him and offer my hand. “I’m Sabato, how are you?”
Immediately, his shoulders go up. “Dude, I like pussy. Okay?  I’m not sure what the fuck about me screams I’m willing to swing that way, but—”
“It’s definitely the clothes.”
Excuse me?”  His attitude is one I am not accustomed to. But then, after all, this is not one of my usual haunts.
I decide to cut the guy a break, since he’s obviously clueless. “Look around the room.” I gesture vaguely with my drink. “Tell me, what do you see?”
He shakes his head, looking confused. “Pussy.” He snorts, shooting me a glare. “And a bunch of guys who want to tag my ass.”
My patience is very quickly running out. “And, what else?”
He shakes his head again, more loosely this time. The wine must be getting to him already. What a light weight.
“Honestly, man, I feel like any second, half of these guys are gonna bust out doing the fucking YMCA. I mean....” He gestures agitatedly around the room. “You got the cowboys, the cops, the gay bikers—fuck, we’re just missing the Indians in here.”
I almost want to laugh, because he is right. “And if they see you checking them out, wearing...what you’re do you think they will approach you?”
He shrugs, looking offended again. I signal the bartender to bring him another wine, before he really gets his skirt in a twist. 
“What the hell is wrong with my clothes?”
“Nothing,” I tell him. “If you’re going to a different kind of club.” I gesture to his shiny, black silk shirt. “I mean, you have your dancing shoes,” I can’t hold back a mocking smirk, “that match your cute little dancing shirt.”
“Fuck you, dude.” His eyebrows push together, and he stares at me for a few seconds like he’s seriously thinking about kicking my ass. Then, slowly, he smiles. Shakes his head. Holds his hand out for me to shake. “Zandor Steel.”
 I take his hand and shake it. I like a man who doesn’t take himself too seriously.
“So, what brings you here tonight, Zandor?”
He shrugs. “Just thought I’d wander in. I’m not from around here, so....”
My eyes widen in mock surprise. “Really?”
“Fuck you twice,” he laughs.
“Yeah, see,” I make a tsk-ing noise. “You can’t say that kind of thing in here, or one of these guys will take you up on it.”
“Oh,” he nods. “Good point. I meant ‘Go fuck yourself, twice.”
I find myself laughing, too, in spite of what day it is. It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten how refreshing it is to have people tell you to fuck off to your face. Eyes narrowing thoughtfully, I take out my phone and send a quick, subtle text to have this Zandor Steel looked into.
 When I look up, I see him staring at me, appraising me with a certain shark-like look to him. My shoulders straighten. I shouldn’t have let my guard down so easily.
“I don’t know if I should be taking your advice, bro,” he says. “Doesn’t look like you’re any closer to slaying poon tonight than I am.”
I like the ease of this conversation, but I don’t like the innuendo. I nod to a petite platinum blonde woman who sits across the room, waiting for notice.  In a blink, she is at my side. I nod toward the floor, and she drops to her knees in front of me, ready to service my every wish—in the middle of the club—if I ask.
“Well, fuck,” Zandor says, eyes wide. “My bad. You want to be my Yoda man, I will be your Padawan. Gladly. Just show me how to use the Force like that.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but he looks like he expects me to. I shrug. Shake my head.
The look on his face is incredulous. “Star Wars?”
“Let me guess,” I say, taking another sip of my drink. “It’s an American thing.”
“Actually, it’s kind of the most epic movie series of know what, nevermind.” He nods “Carry on, oh wise one.”
I gesture down to the petite blonde. “What is your flavor?”
“My thing is pussy,” he repeats, like that is helpful. “Warm, willing pussy, in all varieties.”
I sigh with impatience. “No, Zandor. You’re in a bondage club. I mean, what is your scene? What fetish are you into? Are you a top, a bottom, a group player? Dominance is not for everyone, no matter how....” I gesture vaguely at his physique. “Physically suited for it they may appear to be. Perhaps you yearn to submit. If that is the case, I can recommend some very talented dommes in the area.”
 Zandor Steel looks at me like I am deranged in some way—even though he is the one with the porn star name, who is wearing a ‘fuck me, daddy’ shirt.
“Bro, I just like to fuck and not have the bitch so enchanted or fucking needy that she pulls out the old sexual harassment card, trying to teach me some fucking lesson. I’m not into really fucked up. I’ll spank an ass and play with some toys.””
“So, no blood play? Animal transformation? Figging?”
Fuck no.” He looks vaguely nauseated at the thought—even though, I would bet good money he doesn’t know what any of those things mean. “That’s sick.”
“It’s not about mental health or sickness,” I tell him, more patiently than I should. “It’s about control. Losing it, and feeling free. Or maybe taking it, for the first time in your life.  Every day, in all aspects of our lives, control is what we seek. Yet most people have no idea how to control themselves, and they don’t try. They are slaves to their urges, instead of the other way around.”
A feeling prods me then, something similar to guilt. What right do I have to be preaching to this stranger about self-control? After all, what am I doing here tonight?
But Zandor seems to consider—genuinely consider—what I’ve told him. “Not sure if you’re being a dick, or sincere, but as I said before.” He points to the blonde at my feet, who is still silently, patiently waiting. “I want something simple. Meat and potatoes. I want ass that goes away satisfied when I’m done and doesn’t sit outside my door banging on it, begging for cock.”
I can’t help but laugh at the visual image he’s created. “Begging is also a very big part of this scene, my friend. I wonder if you wouldn’t be more comfortable at a nice trucker bar. I hear there is one down by the gas station, near the freeway.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he says, rolling his eyes. “At least there, no one would have a chance at knowing who I was. Ever since my family came into some money, that shit has seriously fucked up my game. There’s no such thing as ‘anonymous’ or ‘no strings attached’ anymore. Now, they’re telling me I need to ‘lay low?’ That ain’t gonna happen. So, like I said, teach away.”
I’m intrigued by his story, and want to know more. New money is like blood in the water for a shark like me. But I’m also starting to like this guy, in spite of myself. So I indulge him, for the moment, and play mentor.
“You have to keep feelings out of it,” I look down at the blonde, finally giving her the attention she craves. She is a textbook sub, willing to wait as long as it takes—because waiting for approval only makes her wetter. I point her to Zandor, and she crawls over, instantly transferring her attention—and adoration—on him. “The only thing you ask of her is obedience, until the game is done. Sexual obedience. Release must be earned, and given like a gift. It cannot be taken.” Zandor slowly smiles, staring at the blonde’s tits. “I definitely like control.”
I nod to the redhead with the nose-to-nipple piercings, and she walks over to stand before me.
“Is Cindy to your liking, Sir?”
“She’s hot,” Zandor says.  “So, yeah. I’d like to show her a good time.”
“No,” I correct him.  “You want to take pleasure from her. In return, if she does exactly as you instruct, she will be rewarded.”
I look down at the girl. “Present yourself.”
She does as I say, without question. Whether they know my name or not at this place, it doesn’t matter. They obviously know enough to tell a Dom when they see one.
Leaning back on her heels, Cindy widens her legs slightly, clasping her hands behind her back. The position causes her breasts to jut out, pressing her nipples out against the sheer fabric of her costume.
“You see how she is dressed?” I ask Zandor. “She is wearing lace, not leather. She will be a good partner for your first time. But make sure you agree to the rules, between the two of you, before anything happens. Her presentation shows her desires. She wants to be treated like a lady, but she needs for you to be in control. Like you, she is not so very experienced.”
“What?” Zandor looks at me skeptically. “What do you mean? How can you possibly know that?”
I gesture for the blonde to leave us. “Go over there and wait for your master to claim you, Cindy.”
Immediately, she goes back to where she was sitting before, across the room.
“Everything is in the rules,” I tell him. “It’s part of the world we live in, part of the scene. That is the kind of woman who wants a stranger to spank her and fuck her, but still wants the illusion of romance. She needs someone who wants to dominate her full time, and take care of her. If she asked for my opinion, I would have told her to go somewhere else. This is a place for temporary engagements. Whereas this one,” I point to the redhead, who is smiling at me with open invitation.  “Is a submissive of opportunity. She wants to lose control, for an hour...a weekend. But she is experienced enough to be comfortable in the scene, which tells me that she will be looking for something...special. A singular experience she can tuck away and revisit later, in her private moments.”
My eyes burn into hers, and my explanation takes a turn into something else. Something meant only for her and I. “She is looking for an eye-opening, stinging slap that will drive her over the edge at exactly the right moment. She wants a man who will fuck her, mind and body, like pleasure is her only purpose in the world. And when she’s screaming and begging for release, I will pull it out of her reach, at the last possible second. Because, more than anything, she wants the exhilarating feeling of being wildly...totally...helplessly...out of control.”
By the time I am finished with my description, the redhead is almost panting with desire. I have no doubt that underneath her leather harness, she is dripping with need, ready and waiting for my cock to penetrate her. For my body to conquer hers, completely. I glance over my shoulder, toward the entrance to the private lounge area. I raise an eyebrow. She nods, eagerly.
I turn toward him with a start. I’d almost forgotten he was there.
 “So...can I go fuck Cindy now?”
I nod, because I am done mentoring for the evening. I have my target now, and nothing else matters but the slow burn, the build, and the eventual quench.
“Of course. Just remember that control is a responsibility, not a right. It can be taken away, just as easily as it is given.”
Satisfied that I have done my part for my fellow man, I turn my attention back to the redhead. 
“Go to the cross and wait for me.” I get up and slowly remove my jacket, folding it neatly over one arm. “It was nice meeting you, Zandor Steel.”
With a nod, I leave him to his fun.  I circle the bar and go into one of the side rooms, where a Saint Andrew’s cross waits in the center of a dimly lit room. The redhead is there, on her knees, already assuming ‘the Position.’
“Get undressed.” I close the door behind me—but not all the way, in case there are any voyeurs who would like to peek in—and hang up my jacket. By the time I turn around, the redhead has taken off her scant leather thong, and is kneeling naked in front of the cross.
She is shaved bare, of course, and I can see for myself what my words have done to her. She is glistening already, and I have yet to touch her.
Behind me, I can hear whispers, and I don’t have to turn to know a small crowd of watchers has gathered outside. It’s not unusual for me, because they know who I am, I have a reputation, one I am proud of. Her chest is heaving, her nipples are hard and she waits in her pool of desire.

I unbutton the cuffs on my shirt as I look to my left and see Zandor, my new prodigy talking entirely too much to the girl wearing lace. I want to correct him but now is not the time. Now is show time, now is the time for me to release the anger of the date, to bring down sheets of glass and chaos on the lucky woman in front of me. 


Title: Eroe: St. Andrews: A Sabato Origin Story (Ties of Steel Book #3)
Author: M.J. Fields
Release Date: March 15, 2015


Sabato Efisto was born from an unholy union, the bastard son of a martyred saint and the Devil. At least, that's what he's believed, for most of his life. 

His father is an Italian crime lord, a man so dangerous that Sabato's mother died trying to get away from him. For that tragedy, which happened on his seventh birthday, Sabato blames himself. Every year, he practices the ritual of self-punishment, flirting with death the way most boys his age flirt with girls. 

Until ten years later, when he meets a sweet girl named Luciana, at St. Andrews of the Holy Cross. For the first time in his life, Sabato doesn't want to end it. The darkness in his soul is replaced by hope. But, as the priests will tell you, the sins of the father are not easily escaped. And those who are born into darkness must carry that cross forever....  


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Ties of Steel Series Order

Abe: Four In Hand (Ties of Steel, #1)
Dominic: The Prince (Ties of Steel, #2)
About the Author

mjfieldsMJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter for family members. The newsletter was put back into 'publication' in September of 2001 for the entertainment of her cousin on a Navy aircraft carrier in the gulf, (Her cousin is a female Navy officer and helicopter pilot). She self-published her first New Adult romance in January 18, 2013. Today, she has completed four self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, and The Men of Steel series. Ties of Steel, (the first series spun off of some the Men of Steel series) book 1 ABE and Book 2 Dominic are now available. The Norfolk series, has two titles available now, Irons 1 and Irons 2. MJ is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.

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Cover Reveal: Rundown (Curveball #2) by Teresa Michaels + giveaway

Title: Rundown
Series: Curveball Series #2
Author: Teresa Michaels
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations 


Breanne Sullivan never expected to find love again. Allowing herself to move on wasn’t easy, and now it may be too late. Determined to give herself a second chance, she will go to any lengths to prove her love to Drew. If only she could find him. Desperate to numb his heartache in the wake of Breanne’s rejection, with something other than women and booze, Drew Scott packs his bags for the West Coast. Distance and a fresh start are just what he needs to heal the wounds caused by the only woman to ever captivate his heart. But when the past and present collide in an unexpected way, Breanne and Drew quickly learn that things aren’t always what they seem. Caught between solving the mysteries that haunt them and getting the happily ever after they deserve, the two once again find themselves at the center of a deadly conspiracy that could destroy them both. Answers come at a dangerous price. Sacrifices must be made in order to protect the ones they love. Can Breanne prove her love to Drew before its too late? Or will opposing forces interfere and destroy any chance of them having a future together?

About the Author

Teresa Michaels lives in the New England area with her husband and children.  Curveball is her debut novel.


Blog Tour: Forsaken (The Found #2) by Caitlyn O'Leary + excerpt + giveaway

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Caught Between Duty and Love… 
Seth Natani is one of the DEA’s best operatives thanks to his “found” abilities, but he’s hanging on by a thread. It is thoughts of the love of his life keep him sane. In the meantime he finds solace in his dreams.

Clinging to Hope… 
Parted from the man that means everything to her, Annie desperately holds onto the past that they shared, and prays for the day they can be reunited. In the meantime she finds solace in her dreams. 

Where Dreams Are Real... 
Night after night Seth and Annie cling to one another in their dreams, finding a passion that leaves them gloriously fulfilled in sleep, but achingly lonely upon waking. Just when Seth thinks his assignment is ending, it takes a turn for the worse when he finds out the people he is investigating are trafficking in young women. When Annie is taken, will Seth be able to save the woman he loves and make their dreams reality?

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Thiago continued.
Seth grabbed Thiago’s forearm in a punishing grip, seconds away from breaking it. 
“Let go,” Thiago said, through gritted teeth.  “You forget yourself.”
“Until I say differently, she’s my property, or I leave now.”  Seth was truly scared.  Labado was a murdering sadist, and he might have pushed him too far, but he couldn’t ignore it for one more second.  Labado stared at him and slowly let go of the whimpering girl.  She dropped to the floor.  Labado cradled his arm and toed her with his shoe.
“Is she the one?”
“How would I know, I haven’t seen the others,” Seth said in a calm voice.
“Anton, bring in the next sample,” he called out.  Four more young women were brought in for Seth to view, all slightly older than the girl who remained silently crying on the floor at his feet. 
After they all were standing in a row, Leslie turned to him.  “Well?”
“And the one in the picture?”
“She’s not as docile, and she has bruising.” 
Seth gave her a toothy smile.  “So she has spirit and marks up well.  Too bad you didn’t bring her.”  He set down his drink and got up.
“She’s in the hall.  Bring her in Anton.”  He continued to stand.  This was it, his palms were damp, and a bead of sweat trickled down his neck.  The bastard was gripping Annie tightly by the scruff of her neck, forcing her into the room.  Her face was mostly hidden by her hair.  It was a trick he had seen her use many times to assess a situation without people being aware of what she was doing.  Then like a laser, she saw the girl lying on the ground and she yanked out of the man’s hold and was on her knees in front of Labado, cradling the girl’s head in her lap.
“Oh, I like a woman who knows her place,” Labado crooned.
Why didn’t I break the fucker’s arm?
“What did you do to her?” Annie demanded, her head turning to Labado, as Leslie watched Seth.  He looked at her, schooling his features, so he could survive the contempt he would see in his lover’s, his love’s face.  But while her face was hard and cold her eyes held nothing but joy.
“She is not your business.”
“I’m making her my business.”
“You’re in no position to negotiate.  You’re a captive.  All but naked on the floor.  Where is your leverage?”
“Apparently I’m a commodity of some value, or I wouldn’t be here.”  She tossed her hair and looked at Labado.  “I’m of value to him.  I have leverage.”  She helped the girl off the floor, murmuring softly to her.  God, she was magnificent.  He kept his face flat and raised an eyebrow at Labado.
“You seem taken.” Seth said stating the obvious.
“You don’t.  I thought spirit and easily marked were two of your criteria.”  Labado’s eyes followed Annie as she took the young girl to a sofa.  Anton followed her with an amused expression on his face.
“I find myself drawn to both of them.  They both have,” Seth paused, “certain qualities.” 
“I am in complete agreement.  I will take whichever one you pass up.”
“But you told me the other day your current mistress was to your liking.”
“A man can always make room for two women.”  Labado licked his lips as he looked at the women/girls on the sofa.  Seth looked at the four other women in the room.  He wished a man could always make room for six.  God, they had to stop this tonight, but it wasn’t going to happen.  Could Kota and Nate somehow keep track of these four?
“I’m sorry.  I really can’t decide.  If you’re intent on taking one of these two, I’m going to have to go through with the divorce.”  Labado pulled his gaze away from the sofa and stared incredulously at Seth.
“You are talking crazy.  You have what you want.  You just said so.”
“But you are intent on taking what I truly desire.”  He watched as the sick bastard processed what he was saying.  Leslie laughed.
“Well aren’t you just full of surprises.  First you didn’t want any of the women I had to offer, and now you want two.  But I thought you liked spirit, and one seems like a bit of a victim.”
“I like the dichotomy.  But the point is moot.”  He looked at the sofa and couldn’t see Annie’s face, her hair hid everything.  He knew exactly what was going on in her mind, in her soul, because it mirrored his own heart.  He had to pull this off.

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Tortured beyond Endurance… 
Kelly Wachowski has no memory of her life before she was five. Despite being one of the ‘found’ children and her uncanny ability to assimilate languages, she’s managed to live a normal life for twenty years until the day she was kidnapped. Tortured beyond endurance she prayed for death while she dreamed of a boy long forgotten—Noah.

A Hero with a Secret… 
Samson Noah Kukailimoku is another ‘found’ child. His existence was kept secret by the Polynesian family who adopted him. Now he’s a highly decorated naval officer, and part of an elite unit whose mission is to rescue children like Kelly. The closer he gets to finding her the more he connects to her and shares the pain of her torture and the dreams of their shared past. 

A Love That Is More than a Dream… 
After her rescue, Kelly is convinced she’s losing her mind as she experiences Noah’s life in a waking dream. Knowing she’s in danger, Noah must save Kelly from herself and those tracking her, moving Heaven and Earth to protect her. Linked by their past, danger and deception follow them everywhere. Together they discover a love and passion surpassing all of their dreams, but before they can have a future together they have to solve the mystery of their past. 

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About the Author

caitlyn olearyCaitlyn O’Leary was raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. She has always been an avid reader. Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises where she pretended to be her younger brothers and sister when she did their homework assignments. Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day and at night she read everything she could get her hands on, including many steamy romances. Now happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write erotic happily ever afters. She enjoys swimming, traveling, babysitting for her nieces and nephews, spending time with friends and family, and doing lots of “research” with her husband for upcoming novels. 

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Release Day Blitz: No Ordinary Billionaire (The Sinclairs #1) by J.S. Scott

Title: No Ordinary Billionaire
Series: The Sinclairs #1
Author: J.S. Scott
Release Date: March 31, 2015


Dante Sinclair never cared about his family’s money. All the young billionaire ever wanted was to be a cop; and now that he’s a homicide detective in Los Angeles, he’s a damn good one. But when he is injured and loses his partner in the line of duty, he returns to his vacation home in Amesport, Maine, to recover.

Sarah Baxter, a brilliant young doctor still struggling with her stifled upbringing, has recently moved from Chicago to sleepy Amesport to escape her past, hoping to find peace. When Sarah is assigned to Dante’s case, there’s an instant heat between them. They couldn’t possibly be more different, yet their igniting passion is impossible to ignore. As new feelings awaken within Sarah, her haunted past returns, threatening her once again. But can Dante overcome his grief and discover the secrets Sarah is hiding in time to protect and rescue her?


The Forbidden Billionaire (The Sinclairs Book 2)

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About The Author

J.S. Scott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy romance. She's an avid reader of all types of books and literature. Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary erotic romance stories and paranormal romance erotics. They almost always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she just can't seem to write them any other way!

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A few interesting facts about Author J.S. Scott

Author J.S.Scott trained and worked for years as a Registered Respiratory Therapist before becoming an Author.

She self published in April 2012 with no experience at all. “I put together my own bad covers and edited the stories myself. (Big mistake!) I used KDP Select when I first started and offered up the stories for free, alternating the freebies. To my surprise… I actually started selling some books.”  Then she really hit it when she started working on a serial romance trilogy that readers started to follow enthusiastically — The Billionaire’s Obsession, which she eventually packaged into a “complete set” last February, selling the lot for one very low price. “I was lucky enough to have the book sell very well… well enough to hit the USA Today and NYT Bestsellers. Since then, I’ve written complete novels that have also done well.”

All the books that she writes almost always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she just can't seem to write them any other way!