Doctor O-Maker ~ New Release 

Title: Doctor O-Maker

Author: Madison Faye

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 12, 2018

Blurb

No O? Come and meet your cure.

He’s gorgeous,
dominant, panty-meltingly hot, and looks at me like he wants to tear my clothes
off and fulfill every single filthy fantasy I’ve ever had.

The only problem?
He’s my doctor. Oops.

I’m seeing him to
fix “my problem” – my big “no O” problem. Yeah, you see, I’ve never had
one
 – no grand finale, no big bang, no happy ending.

Never.

Doctor Aiden Owenson
– “Doctor O” – is supposedly the man who can help, but I’ve got my
reservations.

That is, until he
puts his hands on me. Until he looks at me like he wants to devour me. Until

 he tells me
I’m his, and his alone.

I’m pretty sure
you’re not supposed to fall for your doctor.

I’m pretty sure
your doctor isn’t supposed to examine you in his bed,
across his desk, and while you’re screaming his name.

I’m pretty sure
we’re breaking every rule, and I’m pretty sure I don’t care.

Doctor O is supposed
to show me the O. Now the only problem is, I never want him
to stop.

Warning: side effects may include fever, elevated heart
rate, sweating, and chronic page-turning far past your bed
time. Steaming hot insta-love, an over-the-top dominant alpha hero, and fantasy
run completely amok. But something tells me, you know exactly what
this dirty little book is about ;).

Safe, no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

ADD TO GOODREADS

Purchase Links

99c for a limited time

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Author Bio

#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!


Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)


Join the mailing list for author updates, special prices, and TWO free
starter-library books! 
http://eepurl.com/b-b5Pz

Author Links

AMAZON
WEBSITE
MAILING LIST
FACEBOOK
INSTAGRAM
TWITTER
BOOKBUB

Advertisements

His Captive Mountain Virgin ~ New Release 

I’m so upset that I can’t start reading this until I get out of work in a few more hours.  Do you think anyone will notice me reading on my kindle in my office?  

Title: His Captive Mountain Virgin

Author: Madison Faye

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Coverlüv

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Models: Shane Mac & Jess T

Release Date: February 5, 2018

Blurb

Up on this mountain, she’ll play by my rules.
My obsession. My Temptation. My Captive.

When I left life as
a hitman for the Russian mob years ago, I never wanted to look back. I took the
millions I’d made doing their dirty work and built my retreat up on Blackthorn
Mountain, away from everything.

But a flash wildfire
brings her to my front door, and from the moment I lay eyes on
her, I know one thing: she’ll be mine.

Gorgeous, sassy,
innocent, untouched…and my prisoner. No one can know I’m here, so
she stays. I’m keeping her.

Life as a contract
killer and now as a rough mountain man has turned my heart cold. I should keep
a sweet girl like her away from me. But once I put my hands on her tempting
curves and once I taste those sweet, innocent lips, I want nothing else than to
keep her as close as possible.

I’ve saved her from
the fire, but if we aren’t careful, we’ll both get burned.

Because my past
isn’t done with me. The mob I walked away from years before thinks they can use
Chloe to get to me, but they’re dead fucking wrong

Because up here,
I’m king, she’s my mountain queen, and I’ll storm
heaven and hell to keep her safe.

Chloe’s got a fight
in her, but once I lay my hands on her, I’m never letting her go.

Just so we’re clear, this book is completely out
of control, and reality has left the building. If you’re looking for realism,
this ain’t it. BUT, if you’ve got a hankering for a growly-alpha-caveman hero
that will stop at nothing to claim what’s his, then you’re
probably going to devour this book ;). Safe, no cheating, and HEA guaranteed.

ADD TO GOODREADS

Purchase Links

99c for a limited time

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Author Bio

#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!


Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)


Join the mailing list for author updates, special prices, and TWO free
starter-library books! 
http://eepurl.com/b-b5Pz

Author Links

AMAZON

WEBSITE

MAILING LIST

FACEBOOK

INSTAGRAM

TWITTER

BOOKBUB

Double Daddies

Here is another book that is a must read for this weekend 😍

Title: Double Daddies

Author: Madison Faye

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 29, 2018

Blurb

Two older men who want to share,

To punish, and train, and make me theirs.

Four firm hands to spank and tease,

Two big daddies are what some brats need…

She’s off limits in
too many ways to count.

Too young. Too
untouched. Too much my deadbeat sister’s step-kid.

Five-foot nine and
one-hundred and eleven pounds of pure. F**king. Temptation.

She’s got no
business living in this big old house with me and my best friend – two rough,
hardened ex-marines more than twice her age. But she’s here, under my roof and
under my rules.

…and she’s breaking
every one of them.

Staying out late,
flirting with boys, acting out, and being a royal brat every
chance she gets. She’s been pushing her luck and getting away with murder the
last month but that all stops now.

Because in this
house
, we have rules, and it’s time Kenzie Gates learned what happens to
bad girl who break the rules.

This brat might need
more than just a firm hand of discipline.

Good thing there’s
two of us…

ADD TO GOODREADS

Purchase Links

99c for a limited time

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited


Author Bio

#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!


Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)


Join the mailing list for author updates, special prices, and TWO free
starter-library books! 
http://eepurl.com/b-b5Pz

Author Links

AMAZON

WEBSITE

MAILING LIST

FACEBOOK

INSTAGRAM

TWITTER

BOOKBUB

Peep Show

I definitely have to read this book this weekend.  Why? Isabella Starling, that why!

Title: Peep Show

Author: Isabella Starling

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance

Release Date: January 25, 2018

Blurb

She’s stripping.

I’m watching.

She’s playing.

I’m watching.

She’s mine, I’m coming…

Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl
nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of
her own story.

She’s the star of mine.

My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A
womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.

But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my
apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.

And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.

Forever.

Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes
that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles.
He’s been waiting for you.

ADD TO GOODREADS

Purchase Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Excerpt

Chapter One

I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking
on too-high heels and too much vodka.

A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I
had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint
of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup
was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me
appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.

I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and
when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.

I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life
had become, but only for a short minute.

The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking,
dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling,
stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think
about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.

I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her
back.

I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some
fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head,
and God, I needed some fucking clarity.

I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with
streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment
building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses,
about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to
live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been
for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account.

Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.

My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across
the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic
apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.

I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my
face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.

A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the
apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore.

Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her
mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.

My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the
darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.

The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny
and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.

He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm
was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of
her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark
against his light skin.

I wanted more.

I wanted to keep watching.

I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.

He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting
inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in
love with him right then and there.

My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed
and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I
wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to
see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would.

I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face
and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night
outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted
him inside me.

A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I
did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.

Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit
closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.

The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them
gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.

I was so wet.

In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street
making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.

But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the
sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I
shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.

My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t
bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to
go home with. It made me feel wanted.

I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go
for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He
had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against
my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys,
because I wasn’t a very nice girl.

Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers
stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so
wide.

She was crying.

He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.

Fuck!

I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came
with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always
been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.

My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they
possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.

I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I
saw them both so fucking well.

He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth
glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark,
slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her
head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.

He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on
the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.

I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices
dribbling down my thighs.

He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil
waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.

And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.

I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her
pussy slammed by a stranger.

He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His
eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my
poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.

My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.

I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could
only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.

And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6
feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.

And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.

His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it.
He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out
regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.

His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor
and stroked slowly.

He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the
steamed-up window with the other.

My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the
streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how
couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of
polished, manicured and slutty perfection.

I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing
him my ruined panties.

His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his
shaft with fast, needy motions.

I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up
because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.

My pussy tingled at his crudeness.

My heart thumped in anticipation.

And my mind reeled with the possibilities.

I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.

Author Bio

Dark, dirty and
taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for. 

An Amazon top 25
bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She
is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next
forbidden story. 

If you pick up a
Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his
woman with a rough hand. 

Add just a sprinkle
of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a
story you won’t forget.

Author Links

FACEBOOK PAGE / PROFILE / GROUP

TWITTER / INSTAGRAM / BOOKBUB

AMAZON / BOOK+MAIN

GOODREADS / NEWSLETTER

Bigger Rock ~ New Release 

 
 

The best book deal EVER is here! Grab BIGGER ROCK for $2.99 and get the first four books in the #1 New York Times best-selling Big Rock series by Lauren Blakely. Price goes up after release!

 
 

 
 

Once upon a time there was a cocky, confident, die-hard bachelor living it up in New York City. He was clever and charming, and he’d been living the good life. Then, one special woman — one very sassy, confident, and fantastic woman — knocked him on his butt, thanks to love that came out of the blue.

Take that story and multiply it by four. That’s what’s in the BIGGER ROCK box set — four New York Times bestselling romantic comedies, told in the male POV, that established Lauren Blakely as at the top of her game in rom-com! You’ll find friends-to-lovers, best-friend’s-little-sister, boss-assistant, and roomies-to-lovers romances. Come meet the irreverent bachelor Spencer Holiday in BIG ROCK, the hot nerd Nick Hammer in MISTER O, his twin brother Wyatt, the sarcastic and sweet carpenter, in WELL HUNG, and the charming and brilliant doctor with the heart of gold, Chase Summers, in the #1 New York Times bestselling smash hit FULL PACKAGE. Get ready for a hot & hilarious ride!

✦Kindle ➜ myBook.to/bigger-rock
✦iBooks ➜ https://apple.co/2BpnGV5

✦Kobo ➜ http://bit.ly/2E5o6CY

✦Nook ➜ http://bit.ly/2E2dIfr

✦Google Play ➜ https://goo.gl/Ceui8x

✦Amazon PB ➜ myBook.to/bigger-rockPB

 
 
 
BIG ROCK Excerpt:

I do my best work in the bedroom. This is completely my domain. So it should be no big deal that she asked me to wait here. But something about being in Charlotte’s bedroom is wigging me out.

            Mostly because there’s nearby nudity transpiring mere feet away.

            She’s taking a shower, and no matter how you slice them, New York apartments are approximately thimble size. Let me spell this out—wet, naked, hot woman in a ten-foot radius.

            Got it? Okay. Moving on.

            I pick up a picture frame on her sky blue bureau of the dog her parents have. A fluffy brown summa dog—some of this, some of that. I’m going to focus on this mutt. Zero in on him. Look at his tail. Check out his ears. Yup, this picture is doing the trick. It is helping me not to linger on the naked woman and how well she kisses.

            Or how much I liked it.

            Why the fuck did I like it so much?

            Of course you liked it, idiot. A pretty woman kisses you, and you’re straight—you’d be stupid not to like it. End of story. Doesn’t mean anything. Stop analyzing.

            Especially since she just turned off the shower.

            Maybe she forgot a towel. Maybe she’ll open the door a crack, and ask me to grab one for her.        

            I smack my forehead. Get it together, Holiday.

            I set down the picture, draw a deep inhale and straighten my shoulders. The door creaks open. She steps out of the bathroom wearing only a white fluffy towel wrapped above her breasts.           

            “You might be wondering why I asked you to wait in my bedroom instead of the living room,” she says, in the most matter-of-fact tone.

            I have no clue how she can be talking like we’re having a business transaction when droplets of water slide down her bare legs. But I’m a strong man. I can handle this. I’m not tempted at all by my best friend. Though my dick begs to differ, the traitorous prick.

            “The thought crossed my mind,” I say, as I lean against the bureau, striking a casual pose.

            “Because if you’re my fiancé, you need to be comfortable with me being naked,” she says with a crisp nod.

            Shit, she’s going to do it. She’s going to drop the towel. She’s going to make us practice fucking. I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

            Wait. No. I can’t fuck my best friend. I absolutely, positively, can’t screw Charlotte. Even if she tosses the towel on the floor and begs me to.

            I lace my fingers together behind my back, linking these twitchy hands.

            “Okay, so you’re getting naked,” I say, doing my best to imitate her cool-as-a-cucumber tone that is throwing me off big time.

            “No. It’s the idea of me naked,” she corrects.

            I give her a pointed look. “Seems to me it’s both the idea and the reality.”

            “Fine, fine. They’re one and the same, and it’s part of the debrief.”         

            “Is this the exam portion?”

            She walks past me, her arm brushing against mine before she yanks open the top drawer of the bureau. “Yes. This is the practical portion.”

            “And this is because you somehow think we’re going to be required to be naked together in front of Mr. Offerman in order to pull this off? This isn’t like some feats-of-strength style fake engagement where we have to pass certain skill sets in an obstacle course. You know that, right?”

            She nods, as she hunts around in the drawer. “I’m aware of that. I see this as more like the Newlywed game.”

            “And in this version of the game we’re quizzed on how I get used to the idea of you naked and vice versa?”

            Her breath hitches when I say that—vice versa.

            I don’t know what to make of that small gasp, or if it means something about the idea of me au naturel.

            She spins around, and holds up two pairs of panties, one in each hand. “Quick. Do you prefer it when your fiancée wears the black lace thong?” She waggles a scrap of silky-looking fabric that is so hot my face might be engulfed in flames right now because Charlotte owns that? “Or do you prefer her in the white side-string bikini?” She waves the white pair before my eyes, and all I can see is a tiny triangular patch of fabric that’s the slightest bit see-through.

            Forget the flames. I am a fucking inferno right now knowing she owns this too. White panties that reveal pretty much everything.



 
 

Don’t miss this message from Lauren!

Surprise! I’ve packaged the first four standalone novels in the Big Rock series in a box set for the first time! So if you’ve been wanting to read one or any of these titles, now is your chance! The price of this box set goes up in just a few days! Don’t miss your chance to grab all of these sexy and hilarious books in one set for just $2.99 while you can!

 

 

A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 85 times, and in March she’ll release WANDERLUST, a breathtaking new romance that will sweep you away. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter

 

Website ** Facebook ** Twitter ** Newsletter ** Goodreads

 

 

 
 

 

Double Daddies ~ New Release 

Title: Double Daddies

Author: Madison Faye

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 29, 2018

Blurb

Two older men who want to share,

To punish, and train, and make me theirs.

Four firm hands to spank and tease,

Two big daddies are what some brats need…

She’s off limits in
too many ways to count.

Too young. Too
untouched. Too much my deadbeat sister’s step-kid.

Five-foot nine and
one-hundred and eleven pounds of pure. F**king. Temptation.

She’s got no
business living in this big old house with me and my best friend – two rough,
hardened ex-marines more than twice her age. But she’s here, under my roof and
under my rules.

…and she’s breaking
every one of them.

Staying out late,
flirting with boys, acting out, and being a royal brat every
chance she gets. She’s been pushing her luck and getting away with murder the
last month but that all stops now.

Because in this
house
, we have rules, and it’s time Kenzie Gates learned what happens to
bad girl who break the rules.

This brat might need
more than just a firm hand of discipline.

Good thing there’s
two of us…

ADD TO GOODREADS

Purchase Links

99c for a limited time

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Author Bio

#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!


Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)


Join the mailing list for author updates, special prices, and TWO free
starter-library books! 
http://eepurl.com/b-b5Pz

Author Links

AMAZON

WEBSITE

MAILING LIST

FACEBOOK

INSTAGRAM

TWITTER

BOOKBUB

Peep Show ~ New Release 

Title: Peep Show

Author: Isabella Starling

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance

Release Date: January 25, 2018

Blurb

She’s stripping.

I’m watching.

She’s playing.

I’m watching.

She’s mine, I’m coming…

Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl
nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of
her own story.

She’s the star of mine.

My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A
womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.

But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my
apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.

And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.

Forever.

Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes
that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles.
He’s been waiting for you.


ADD TO GOODREADS

Purchase Links

$2.99 for a limited time

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Excerpt
Chapter One

I stumbled into my bedroom, giggling to myself and shaking
on too-high heels and too much vodka.

A glance in the huge mirror on my wall reminded me of what I mess I was when I
had too much to drink. My silver sequined dress was riding up, revealing a hint
of my ass under the shiny fabric. My hair was wild, the dark brown locks a halo
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup
was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me
appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.

I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and
when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.

I lay back and I stared at my ceiling, letting myself think about what my life
had become, but only for a short minute.

The key was never to focus on it for too long. I had to forget, and drinking,
dancing and partying, was the only way I could do it. If I stopped twirling,
stopped tipping back glass after glass, I risked stopping long enough to think
about what I was doing. And that was the last thing I wanted to do.

I needed to forget about Posy. She was long gone, and there was no bringing her
back.

I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some
fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head,
and God, I needed some fucking clarity.

I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with
streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment
building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses,
about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to
live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been
for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account.

Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.

My eyes traveled upwards and focused on the only illuminated apartment across
the street from me. I could see right into their home, but the minimalistic
apartment seemed to be empty, even though it was lit up.

I wobbled on my feet and opened the window wide, enjoying the breeze on my
face, slowly bringing me to my senses once again.

A thumping noise interrupted my reverie, and I looked up again, right into the
apartment opposite mine. Except now, it wasn’t empty anymore.

Now, there was a dark, impossibly tall figure pressing a naked woman against
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her
mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.

My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the
darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face.

The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny
and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.

He was all toned muscle and dark, slicked back hair. His strong, muscular arm
was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, strangling the screams right out of
her. And his skin was covered in dark, menacing ink, the black color stark
against his light skin.

I wanted more.

I wanted to keep watching.

I shifted on my feet to get a better view of what was going on before me.

He fucked her like an animal. I could see his hips working, pushing, thrusting
inside her from behind, claiming her petite body and making her mouth open in a
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in
love with him right then and there.

My fingers shook as I reached for my purse, scrambling to find it on the bed
and trying not to look away from the scene in front of me at the same time. I
wanted to watch. I wanted to see his face when he filled her up. I wanted to
see if he’d pull her hair back like I imagined he would.

I managed to get my phone out of my handbag, bringing it in front of my face
and quickly snapping a picture of them. It was blurry as fuck, but it would
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night
outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted
him inside me.

A burst of inexplicable jealousy bubbled lazily in the pit of my stomach, but I
did my best to ignore it. Instead, I kept snapping pictures of them. Of him.

Wishing I could see him better, I moved from behind the curtain a little bit
closer to the window. My breath made foggy circles on the glass and my hands
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.

The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them
gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.

I was so wet.

In fact, I was fucking leaking all over my panties, the image across the street
making my pussy drool so much I flushed in embarrassment.

But I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t resist slipping my fingers under the
sodden satin fabric of my panties, outlining my perfectly waxed pussy as I
shivered under my own touch. It felt so strange, voyeuristic, to be watching
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.

My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t
bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to
go home with. It made me feel wanted.

I remembered his hot, needy lips. He was a nice guy, not one I’d usually go
for, which was probably the reason I hadn’t brought him back home with me. He
had a buzzcut, and his face was clean-shaven too, and I loved the prickly
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against
my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys,
because I wasn’t a very nice girl.

Lips parting in a gasp, I braced myself against the windowsill as my fingers
stroked me towards an orgasm. His hand was squeezing her throat so tightly she
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so
wide.

She was crying.

He was fucking her so hard, so savagely, with so little mercy, that the poor
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.

Fuck!

I gasped, my fingers working in fast, messy circles to get myself off. I came
with a desperate cry, my pussy making a mess all over my fingers. I’d always
been such an easy comer, ever since I learned how to get off by myself.

My eyes felt strained as I looked back up, and then opened as wide as they
possibly could as I stared at them. He was still choking the girl, her eyes
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.

I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I
saw them both so fucking well.

He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth
glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark,
slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her
head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.

He kept staring, and I couldn’t look away and my heart leapt when he knocked on
the window. Two sharp raps, whispering something in his girl’s ear, making her
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.

I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices
dribbling down my thighs.

He raised a hand and waved at me, an easy smirk playing on his lips. The devil
waved and nudged the girl he was fucking, motioning for her to do the same
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.

And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had.

I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her
pussy slammed by a stranger.

He thrust inside her one last time and my own fingers repeated his motion. His
eyes remained locked on me as he came, the girl crumpling in his arms, only him
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my
poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.

My legs shook and my cunt spasmed as I came again.

I watched him let go of the girl, gently laying her down on the floor. I could
only see her naked back against the glass, her shoulders hunched as she cried
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.

And then he stepped up to the window, in all his glory. He must’ve been over 6
feet 5. He was fucking enormous, so tall she looked like a child at his feet.

And he was completely naked, save for the condom on his dick.

His fucking cock matched his height, making my mouth water at the sight of it.
He was ripped, muscles everywhere, looking not just like he worked out
regularly but like he made it his mission to keep his body in perfect shape.

His cock was still hard as he took the condom off, discarded it on the floor
and stroked slowly.

He grinned at me, and stroked his cock lazily with one hand as he wrote on the
steamed-up window with the other.

My eyes danced across the words and I stepped forward, letting the light of the
streetlights outside illuminate me. I knew he saw me now, because he jerked his
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how
couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of
polished, manicured and slutty perfection.

I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing
him my ruined panties.

His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his
shaft with fast, needy motions.

I stared at his words in the window, written clumsily, some of them fucked up
because he’d tried to write their mirror reflection so I could read it.

My pussy tingled at his crudeness.

My heart thumped in anticipation.

And my mind reeled with the possibilities.

I DARE YOU TO GO NEXT.

Author Bio

Dark, dirty and
taboo is what Isabella Starling is known for. 

An Amazon top 25
bestselling Author, Isabella has 10 books under her belt in under a year. She
is a self-proclaimed Tumblr gif addict and always looking for her next
forbidden story. 

If you pick up a
Starling book, you can count on a bad-mouthed, bossy man who will dominate his
woman with a rough hand. 

Add just a sprinkle
of taboo, a touch of BDSM and a pinch of suspense, and you’re all set for a
story you won’t forget.

Author Links

FACEBOOK PAGE / PROFILE / GROUP

TWITTER / INSTAGRAM / BOOKBUB

AMAZON / BOOK+MAIN

GOODREADS / NEWSLETTER