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~ Deep Cover by Lilliana Anderson Cover Reveal ~

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Title: Deep Cover

Author: Lilliana Anderson

Release Date: November 10, 2014 as part of OWNED: An Alpha Anthology

goodreadsSynopsisSome things won’t stay buried…

Drake Jefferson has been missing for years.

Wanted by the very people who hired him, he left behind his job, his life, and his love to pursue a career of the criminal variety.

Caitlin Saunders, Drake’s ex-wife and one of the AFP’s best analysts, is doing her best to move on after losing the love of her life. Originally a part of the team that managed Drake’s operation, she gave up her field role the day she realized he’d turned. And she hasn’t trusted a soul since.

One phone call in the middle of the night will force her back to active duty – a suspect in an ongoing case has been captured and they insist they have information on Drake – they just aren’t willing to talk to anyone but her.

That information will change everything she believed to be true and send her down a path that could land her in the exact position Drake ended up in.

It will take every skill set she has, just to keep her head above water as she learns that right and wrong don’t always follow the rules, and that when you’re fighting for love – there are no rules.


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Abou the author

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Bestselling New Adult Romance Author, Lilliana has always loved to read and write, considering it the best form of escapism that the world has to offer. Australian born and bred, she writes romance revolving around her authentically Aussie characters as well as a biographical trilogy based on an ex-Sydney sex worker, named Angelien.

Lilliana feels that the world should see Australia for more than just it’s outback and tries to show characters in more of a city setting.

When she isn’t writing, she wears the hat of ‘wife and mother’ to her husband and four children. Before Lilliana turned to writing, she worked in a variety of industries and studied humanities and communications before transferring to commerce/law at university. Originally from Sydney’s Western suburbs, she currently lives a fairly quiet life in suburban Melbourne.

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~ Stone, At Your Service (Carolina Bad Boys #1) by Rie Warren Release Blitz ~


Title: Stone, At Your Service

Series: Carolina Bad Boys #1

Author: Rie Warren

Publisher: Rie Warren

Published titles: Four full length novels within the past twelve months including the Don’t Tell series published by Grand Central-Forever Yours.

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Page count: 290

Keywords: alpha male, mechanic, southern, humor

Date of release: September 25, 2014

List Price: $2.99

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ISBN: 978-1500744786


Hell on wheels meets hell in high heels.

Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.

Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.

The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose.

Too bad romance is just for books.

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Click clack went the heels, swish sway went her hips. I salivated behind her all the way to the elevators.

Friends, yeah, this is gonna be good.

There was a coy curve to her lips when she faced me. “Fancy meetin’ you here.”

An empty car arrived, and I bowed low. “After you, Madame.”

Leelee entered, pressing the button to my floor and hers. “I’ll just run to my room and sign the book up there. Doin’ that stuff in front of others makes me clam up. What’s your mom’s name?”

I was too busy staring at the new, life-sized decorations in the elevator to respond.


“What the hell is this?” I gestured to the floor-to-ceiling posters of various book covers plastered all around the car. We were surrounded by half-clothed men and women in various stages of hot and heavy action.

Leelee sucked in her lip and let it pop loose. Not helping. “They only put them up once the Con gets rolling. Second wave marketing.”


“Any of these guys your type?” She asked.

“Heeeelll, no.” She frowned and I hurried on. “Ya know, none of them are Nicky, so . . .”

Mm hmm. I’ll let you off the hook. Tell me your mom’s name so I can get it right.”

After I rattled off the details Leelee smiled. “You, me, and the elevator again, Stone?”

I zeroed in on a hairy-chested, ruffle-shirted pirate who had a big-breasted bombshell fainting over his arm, presumably from his virile manliness. “And Captain Jack Sparrow does high seas porn?”

Her light laughter spun through me until I thought I’d swoon too, from lack of blood to my brain as it sped up the root of my cock. In an enclosed space with flirtatious Leelee, my friend, was not a good place to be right now.

So I asked the first thing that came to mind, of course. “You get into swashbucklin’ sex?”

Her voice lowered to that luscious honey tone and her gaze raked up my body. “If the sword fits.”

Holy fuck. Heart attack, death by cock contusion, an aneurism from arousal . . . some motherfucking thing—named Leelee Songchild—was gonna do me in this trip.

I already knew she could write sex on page. I was well aware she could move like a sex goddess and kiss as if her lips had been designed for sin. Add in her sweet personality, sharp wit, quick temper? She was one hot ticket.

I rasped, “A tight sheath is all that’s needed, darlin’.”

Her gasp was overridden by the ding of the elevator announcing my floor. Okay. Yep. And I was done. I put my hand in my pocket as I turned and strode out, this time to cover the ridiculously large bulge in my pants. Rounding the corner, I hit the hall at a run, skidding to a stop at my door. Let me in, let me in. The goddamn light hit red, red—motherfucker!—green. Yes!

I tripped over my feet, glared at my shoes. Fuck it. They could stay on, it wasn’t a first. Hitting the chair, I practically chewed through my belt, unzipped lickety-split and ripped those bastards open. Shirt buttons torn aside, I glanced at the desk. Tissues, golden. Two hard tugs at my nipples and my hand brushed down my belly, onto the thick cock rearing straight up in the air.

Leelee was due back soonish, but I was so keyed up, I couldn’t wait. And it sure as hell wouldn’t take long since I’d been holding back a massive blowout for forty-eight hours plus. The moment my hand curled around my cock, my back arched and a loud groan rumbled from my chest. Then it was all about the pump action. I worked my shaft like a piston, all chambers firing. A twist at the plum-colored head on every upswing and I growled. Come boiled in my nuts, prominent veins caught on my fingers. Air barely scraped into my lungs as my brain backfired.

“Fuck, yes.”

Then it wasn’t my hand jackin’ me off, it was Leelee’s. I could see her, on her knees, free from her dress. Ample tits swinging, hips undulating back and forth, wanting my big cock to fill up her pussy. “Oh, God, yessss.

I spat into my palm, added it to the precome oil, and everything went smooth as silk, hard as stone. Gripping my shaft, I planted my feet and raised my hips in and out of the loose hold of my fist. Oh yeah, so much better.

One hand on the back of the chair, I drew a deep breath that punched out my nose. I lifted my eyes. “Leelee!” I choked.

Oh Jesus. Oh yeah.

She was there, just inside the room. A book in her hands and a rapt look in her eyes.

Abou the authorauthor

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy.

A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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