So, normally Sundays would be another #AskMeAnything, but I’ve just got TOO MANY AMAZING BOOKS TO SHARE! That’s why it’s #TeaserSunday for all of you lovely, dirty fans of the dark and twisted. Today’s book is ‘Villains & Vodka’ from my homegirl Alta Hensley who I fucking love, and she has delved into her dark side in all of the best ways in the past year and it’s clearly her niche. It’s what she was meant to write from the beginning because she nails it. Each book in the Top Shelf series is a standalone, and this one is already killing it in the charts and reviews! Check out below to see why and then get a copy for yourself!

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Villains & Vodka (Top Shelf Series)

My life is one long fevered dream, balancing between being killed or killing.
The name Harley Crow is one to be feared.
I am an assassin.
A killer.
The villain.

I own it. I choose this life. Hell, I crave it. I hunger for it. The smell of fear makes me hard and is the very reason the blood runs through my veins.
Until I meet her…
Marlowe Masters.
Her darkness matches my own.
In my twisted world of dancing along the jagged edge of the blade…
She changes everything.
No weapon can protect me from the kind of death she will ultimately deliver.

*Villains & Vodka is a dark billionaire romance. If you don’t like a splash of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of sex, then don’t take a sip of this TOP SHELF cocktail.

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Teaser

“What is that?” she asked with a squeak to her voice.

“Never seen an anal hook before?”

She licked her lips and swallowed hard. The steel, the size, the shape, and the large ball at the end, meant to be rooted in her ass, was definitely ominous. I didn’t blame her for her fear. An oversized fishing hook tool in the hand of a Dom would frighten any woman wise enough to know what that would mean.

I took a chain and attached it to a leather collar I planned on placing around her neck. The leather was wide, almost as wide as my hand. Much thicker and firmer than the belt I had choked her with before. Too tight with this collar, and she wouldn’t be able to breathe. But that control would be completely in her hands. Completely.

“I don’t understand,” she said softly. “What is the purpose of that? What do you plan on doing?”

I inhaled deeply. Fuck yeah. She was afraid. Nervous, but definitely afraid.

“You’ll soon see,” I answered as I coated the end of the hook with the lubrication.

Not waiting for permission, because that was not the type of man I was, I placed the tip of the hook with the rounded ball at her anus and pushed in. It slid in as a loud husky moan filled the air of the room. Marlowe instantly tensed, but relaxed the minute the hook was fully seated into the depths of her ass. She clearly knew. Resistance would only make it worse.

I then grabbed the collar and leaned up toward her neck. Such an elegant neck it was. I suddenly wanted to kiss a trail along the angles of her shoulder, her collarbone, her earlobe… the cliff. The fucking cliff. Kissing was for couples. We were not a fucking couple. I had to once again focus on not falling off that damn cliff.

Taking a handful of her hair instead, I leaned down and whispered, “Ready to say RED yet?”

“Never,” she squeaked.

Releasing her hair, I fastened the leather collar around her neck, securing it snugly. I took the silver chain that hung loosely from a ring in the leather and fastened it to the anal hook. In doing so, it forced Marlowe’s head back. She had no choice but to arch her back and bend backwards.

She had two choices.

Lean forward to ease up on the choking.

Lean back to ease up on the pressure of the hook in her ass.

It truly was a lose-lose situation.

And if she struggled, if she fought, if she didn’t focus on finding the perfect balance where she could still breathe, and still bear the pain of the hook in her stretched bottom hole, she would definitely be screaming RED.

But not Marlowe Masters.

Not her.

I could see how she rocked and moved her body ever so slightly to find that balance. She calmly searched for a position to be comfortable. She took long even breaths when she could. She adjusted her hips to help with the pressure of the hook. She never cried out for help. She didn’t panic. She didn’t beg.

No.

She adapted. She met the darkness head on.

I’d underestimated her. Marlowe Masters—unlike any woman I had ever met—clearly understood how to dance in the darkness.

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I am squirming and cursing myself for having so much on my plate right now that I can’t start this yet, because I fucking NEED IT. I have to know what happens, and I have to know why everyone is losing their shit in the reviews on how hot it is! I feel like I’m standing outside the party in the rain, clawing at the glass like a sad puppy. BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A SAD PUPPY! You can get your hands on it right now, and then tell me how glorious it is!

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Did you think I was done, lovelies? Oh noooo! Today is #TeaserSaturday, and we’ve got another week of these sexy new releases to keep you warm as the temperatures are dropping outside. Who needs holiday spirit when you’ve got kinky, sexy aliens to entertain you? Renee Rose is a fucking master of writing hot, naughty stories that make your kindles/phones/whatever sizzle. Her latest release ‘Zandian Pet’ is no exception! Just check it out!

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Zandian Pet

“ON YOUR KNEES, PET.”

Taramina could survive slavery, even as a pet in Prium’s Intergalactic Emporium. She always knew she’d escape.

She just didn’t know escape would come in the form of a powerful handsome male of her own species. Especially one whose rough handling incites a fever in her she hasn’t felt before.

But she intends to make a fresh start, which means severing ties with the dominant Zandian who once held her collar and a leash. The male who knows just how to master her.

No, she can’t be his pet. Not after what she’s been through.

So why does she keep coming back for more?

Devour USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose’s steamy stand-alone romance in the interconnected Zandian Masters series today! HEA guaranteed, no cheating!

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Teaser

“Mina…” He took a breath, as if gearing up to tell her something he’d rehearsed. “I’m paying attention. I’m trying to show you that you’re more to me than a good veck, but I always end up losing control around you.”

Warmth curled around her ears, in her chest. “So I’ve noticed.” Her voice turned flirty.

“I wanted to stay on Zandian Freedom, just to be near you, but I couldn’t think of any good excuse to justify my presence. And then I thought about leaving you with my cuff, and it seemed like the perfect solution. A way for me to talk to you that doesn’t end in me shoving you up against a hard surface and beating my cock into you until you scream.”

Her pussy clenched at his crude words and the memories they invoked. She leaned back on the bed. “Oh yeah?” Knowing he wanted her gave her confidence a huge boost. She’d always known she was beautiful, she’d even known how to work her body and her beauty as a tool, leverage against Dorhock or his guests to receive better treatment than the other pets. But Erick’s passion meant something altogether different. “You want to know what I was doing before Lily brought your gifts to me?”

His eyes flew wide, as if he knew what she would tell him, and it caused him alarm. “What?” His voice was hoarse.

She lowered her lids. “Lying here, on my back with my hand between my legs. Thinking of you.”

He growled a curse. “No. That pussy belongs to me. No one gets to touch it but me.”

“Too bad you’re not here.”

He sat up straight from the pillows, sweat glistening around his horns. “Listen to me,” he grated. “Don’t you ever vecking touch yourself unless I give you permission. I get to see every orgasm. If I’m not there to squeeze it out of you myself, then I’ll be directing you by hologram. Understand?”

A shiver of excitement went through her, matched by a throb between her legs. She nodded.

He leaned back against the pillows again and squeezed his cock beneath his sleep pants. “Take off your clothes, pet.”

She glanced toward the door, even though she knew it was locked. Somehow, knowing guards might be walking by outside her door made the idea even naughtier.

“Now, Mina.”

Dearest Zandian star, how she loved it when he grew dominant.

She peeled off all her clothing except the cuff, which hung too loose on her arm.

“Prop the cuff away from you so I can see your whole body,” he ordered, and she complied, arranging the cuff on a small wall shelf above the bed.

“Perfect,” Erick groaned, his horns stiff. “What were you thinking about, pet?”

She licked her lips. “About how rough you get.”

He winced. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you earlier?”

She made a show of dragging her hand down her belly and curling her fingers between her legs. “You always hurt me. And I always like it,” she purred.

He growled. “Spread your legs. Show me what those fingers are doing.”

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#FansSelf I swear, she writes the filthiest, dirtiest, BEST erotic romance out there! And it doesn’t matter if Renee is writing sci-fi, contemporary, paranormal, or historical… she manages to draw me in and make me love every naughty inch of the book! Her legions of fans can’t be wrong, so make sure you snag a copy, lovelies!

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Yes, the insanity of the not #TeaserTuesday is continuing with #TeaserFriday. If this is upsetting… I can’t even apologize. I’m blaming all of my friends for putting out so many hot books at once that there’s no way I could spread them out over just Tuesdays. Soooo, I’m sharing these wonderful books with you in a spree of sexy sexy romance stories. Today is Livia Grant’s ‘Royalty, American Style: King of Baseball’ which was released in the ‘Royally Mine’ anthology earlier this year – which hit the USA Today bestseller list! I know, you’re already excited, but even better? Livia added some super special BONUS SCENES to this! More Colton! More Harper! More SEXY TIMES! Aaaand we all know how much I adore Livia Grant, so… ’nuff said.

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Royalty, American Style: King of Baseball

Harper refuses to be the next notch on the King of Baseball’s bedpost.

Playboy Colton King is American royalty… sports royalty that is. The MLB all-star is also the newest millionaire bachelor in an R-rated cable reality show. Six gorgeous women are prepared to do anything to win him as their prize. So why does he only want the one woman on the set he’s not supposed to have?

Harper Gardener wasn’t supposed to be part of the show, but when Colton turns his charms in her direction, she finds resistance is futile. Can you make it out with her heart still in tact and without being made the fool on national television?

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Teaser

He knew he was doing something right when she fell harder against him like a wet noodle, turning her body over to him as he explored her sexy curves. Her purr of contentment gave him the green light to latch on to her breasts through her shirt, squeezing her ample mounds, careful to pinch the protruding nips hard enough to send a jolt of excitement through both of them.

And then he made his first error. He spoke.

His “Ah, Harper…” acted like a bucket of cold water thrown on the passionate couple. As if he were suddenly a hot poker, burning her, Harper jerked out of his embrace bolting quickly away from her horse and Colton. By the time he caught up to her, she was fumbling to rezip her coat, her boots inches from getting wet in the placid lake.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she accused, nervously breaking the silence.

“Why? It seemed like you were enjoying it.”

She glanced his way as she spat angry words. “Screw you. Aren’t you happy enough messing around with the contestants? I’d think you were getting so much booty that you wouldn’t need to cheat on them with me.”

There were so many problems with her assertion he didn’t know where to start. He spun her body towards him so he could see her eyes in the moonlight.

“First, let me assure you, I’ve gotten zero booty, and even if I had, I’m not in a relationship with these women so how the hell can I cheat on them?”

Her eyes widened. “I can’t believe it. I knew you were a playboy, but I didn’t peg you for a liar too. Well no thanks. I’m not interested in being number seven on the list,” she huffed, her spunky sass returning.

“What would you say if I told you you were number one on the list?”

And he meant it. He wasn’t interested in even playing scrabble with the other six, let alone fucking them.

“What is this? Some kind of game?” As if she remembered something upsetting, she glanced around nervously. “Are you taping this? Are there cameramen out there trying to catch me acting like an idiot?”

“Oh for crying out loud, of course not! I wouldn’t do that to you.”

She didn’t look convinced. “Why not? And maybe you wouldn’t, but Gavin would in a heartbeat. I know the only reason he hasn’t fired me is because he’s hoping my being here is gonna make you do something stupid again like throw a chair through another wall.” Her eyes softened with laughter as she started giggling. “I still have no clue why you did that by the way, but it was pretty fucking hilarious. You should have seen the look on everyone’s face as I came running in. It was priceless.”

“Yeah, real funny,” he grumbled, running his fingers through his hair self-consciously.

Her tinkling laughter made it hard to stay embarrassed. “You should see their faces every night when Cecelia puts the food down on the table. You’re sure to piss off at least one of them every single meal.”

“That isn’t hard, since between them there are only a handful of things they won’t bitch about. I mean seriously. Who doesn’t like apple pie?”

Colt shared the joke. “It’s un-American.”

Their eyes locked in good-humored agreement. For the first time, he could tell she was tempted to lean closer.

Something was wrong with him. Gone was his Casanova confidence, replaced with a trepidation that had him actually nervous. It wasn’t unlike the kind of anxious excitement he felt stepping up to the plate in a tight game, knowing something magical was about to happen. Only instead of his bat making the magic, he wanted it to be his other body parts that took charge tonight.

He met her half way as she leaned into him. Their lips brushed softly, almost chaste if it weren’t for the feel of her taught nipples pressing against his chest. Nature took over, seducing the woman in his arms until they both had to come up for air.

Their foreheads pressed against each other as they caught their breath.

“Let’s go back to your place,” he almost begged.

She surprisingly didn’t say no. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Colton.”

“It’s the best idea I’ve had since I got here.” He was back to placing small kisses on her cheeks and down to her neck.

“Why me?”

He froze. On the surface, he didn’t have an answer. He had to dig deeper to uncover a hint of the truth. “Because… you’re different. Real.”

It was a stupid answer, but she seemed satisfied.

The atmosphere was heavy with emotion, so her grinning taunt took him by complete surprise.

“I’ll race you back to the barn. If you beat me, we’ll talk about it again.”

She was already in motion, dashing back to her waiting horse and throwing herself on his back like a pro-rodeo rider. She was already cantering before he was even seated. He kicked his horse’s flanks hard, determined to catch up to her.

“Come on, boy. I’m counting on you.”

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Hotttttttt! I loved this story when I got to read it before the anthology released, and now I’m super excited to dive back into this story and read the bonus scenes Livia added! She always has the perfect balance of witty dialogue, SUPER hot sex scenes, and truly well developed characters. Don’t miss your chance to snag this book for just 99¢! It’s only on sale for a limited time!

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Uh, what? Teaser Wednesday? I know, I know… this is weird, but my friends have put out SO MANY AMAZING BOOKS in the past couple of weeks that there’s no way I could spread them out over just Tuesdays. Soooo, I’m going to play catch up with them and share these wonderful books with you in a spree of sexy sexy romance stories. Of course, I had to start this special spree with my Nighthawk, Sara Fields, and her hot new sci-fi release ‘Sold to the Beasts’! CHECK THIS OUT!

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Sold to the Beasts (Captive Brides Book 4)

As an unauthorized third child with parents who were more interested in their various criminal enterprises than they were in her, Michelle Carter is used to feeling unloved, but it still hurts when she is brought to another world as a bride for two men who turn out not to even want one.

After Roan and Dane lost the woman they loved, they swore there would never be anyone else, and when their closest friend purchases a beautiful human he hopes will become their wife they reject the match. Though they are cursed to live as outcasts who shift into terrible beasts, they are not heartless, so they offer Michelle a place in their home alongside the other servants. She will have food, shelter, and all she needs, but discipline will be strict and their word will be law.

Michelle soon puts Roan and Dane to the test, and when she disobeys them her bottom is bared for a deeply humiliating public spanking. Despite her situation, the punishment leaves her shamefully aroused and longing for her new masters to make her theirs, and as the days pass they find that she has claimed a place in their hearts as well. But when the same enemy who took their first love threatens to tear Roan and Dane away from her, will Michele risk her life to intervene?

Publisher’s Note: Sold to the Beasts is a stand-alone novel which is the fourth book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Teaser

“Sir Roan, Sir Dane, may I present to you Miss Michelle Carter,” Gregory spoke loudly toward the shadows at the top of the steps.

The two big forms turned and large hands folded around the railing at the top. Her eyes traveled up their wrists and then across their large chests, covered with dark clothing, to see two furious-looking men staring down at her.

“What the fuck is she doing here,” one of them growled, and she was slightly taken aback. What was going on?

“And where the hell did she get that dress? What is this?” the other roared, and this time, she took a step backward in fear.

This wasn’t quite the reception she had imagined. Both men took opposite staircases down toward her, walking into the light, and she was able to study them even further.

One had dark hair and even blacker stormy eyes. A hint of stubble shadowed his chin and a strong jawline tensed with unfathomable anger. The other had chocolate-colored messy hair, and was clean shaven and even more angry than the other.

Their furious resentment toward her chilled her to the bone. How was she supposed to have her happily ever after when both men looked like they wanted to kill her?

The one with the dark hair gripped her shoulders and twisted her around harshly. She cried out at the pain of his firm hold and covered her face as he grasped the back of her dress. A terrible ripping sound echoed through the grand hall as the gown pulled away from her skin. The other took the top of the dress and tore it down the front, quickly divesting her of the pristine and beautiful garment she had been so very proud of just moments before.

She choked back a sob.

The men were well over seven feet tall. She didn’t have a chance. In a matter of moments, the dress fell away to the floor in shreds, leaving her naked and shivering before two strange men.

They took the dress then and tossed it in a nearby fireplace and she cried as flames crackled, eating away the gorgeous blue fabric in seconds. The men turned then, glaring back at her before climbing the stairs and leaving her there alone.

When they reached the top of the landing, the one with dark hair spoke, his voice gravelly, dark, and incredibly angry.

“Get her out of my sight. Send her back to where she came from,” he roared.

“Yes, Sir Roan,” Sir Gregory murmured, his face ashen.

She collapsed to the floor then, tears streaming down her face, shivering with her shame and nakedness.

This was most certainly not her happily ever after. This was hell.

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Sara has such a fucking way with words, and she writes with such vivid language that it’s impossible not to dissolve in the story and let it absorb you. I know you’re going to do that with this one, and since it’s a standalone you can totally read it on its own… and then rush back to Book 1 of the series to get all of your kinky sci-fi addictions sated. It’s okay, I won’t tell. ;p

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I had the opportunity to read ‘Revenge Served Hot’ when it was originally in the Hero Undercover anthology earlier this year, and it’s a great representation of Sophie Kisker’s penchant for dark and gritty slave stories. She never turns away from the twisted and crazy scenes that come into her head, and that always makes her books a fun ride! Make sure to check this out, lovelies!

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Revenge Served Hot

“I’m not the man of your dreams. I’m the man of your nightmares.”

My name is Livvi, and for the next 13 months I’ll be on my knees, paying off my father’s debts, owned by a man who seeks to destroy me. There’s been a plot against my family for years, and I am the tapestry upon which he plans to paint his sadistic revenge.

But I may yet have a Champion.  He’s a man with a dark past, and his deception leaves me stunned. He wants me, too, and promises to keep me alive.  The price, however, is complete submission to his desires.

It’s an offer without guarantees, and I have no choice but to accept it.

NOTE: Revenge Served Hot is a short story with unequal power exchanges that explores the darker sides of obsession.  In the end it is a romance, with a HEA.

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Teaser

His hands roamed across my skin, waking every cell. I arched into his touch. It felt so fucking wonderful. He stood up on the side of the bed and pulled the belt out of his pants. I looked at him in eagerness, hoping he was overcome with lust and we would…

He doubled the belt in his hand. “Livvi, spread your legs.”

All my languor vanished. “What?”

“Don’t argue. Spread your legs.”

“Why?”

“Because I told you that I was not a nice man, remember? I said that sometimes I wanted to make you cry. Well, that time is now. Spread your legs, because I’m going to use this belt on your cunt.”

“I can’t! I can’t do that! Master – please!” I tried rolling away but there was nowhere to go.

He dropped the belt on the bed and walked towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To tell J.S. I can’t tame you. To tell him he’ll have to do it himself.”

“No!”

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Curious? I’m sure you are, because that’s how Sophie pulls you in. It’s all of those dark and twisted Master / slave fantasies you’ve thought of in the dead of night, except she has the balls to write them down. Dark romance authors are a wild little crew, and she cracked a joke yesterday about being a “Princess of Dark”, and I think we should all tip our blood-soaked tiaras in honor of this book! Make sure to snag a copy, lovelies!

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Sophie Kisker writes erotic and D/s romance that sometimes travels a dark and uncomfortable path, before arriving at a happily ever after. She lives in the American Midwest with her husband, son, and the cat, who is really the one in charge.

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