Scorched Imprint Release Day Blast and Excerpts

Naked. Wet. Dirty...Scorched.
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People say I’m shameless. They’re right.

I like my work dirty and my sex even dirtier. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and dancing as a private stripper for horny suburbanites doesn’t even register. Neither does hooking up with them afterward whenever the mood strikes—it’s one of the bennies of the job—but it’s always a one-and-done. I don’t do repeat performances. Ever.

Until I meet the one girl in all of Chicago not interested in dry humping my junk. She’s all I can think about, and that’s a problem, because I made sure she wants nothing to do with me. But I’ve seen her deepest secrets, her darkest fantasies, and they match mine to a fucking T.

I want her. Bad.

Now I need to show her how good it can feel…to be shameless.

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I’m indecisive when it comes to my shoes. Choosing a werewolf mate who’ll be with me until I croak? Pardon me while I take some time to think on it. But a steamy encounter before the final ceremony changes everything.

Reaper, the Omega’s eldest grandson, is fiercely loyal, scorching hot, and built for pleasure. He brings down my defenses, and before I know what’s happening, I succumb to the heat in his touch and the skill of his mouth. I’ve only just met him, but I need him like no other.

As part of my pack duties, I must parade in front of the Alpha, who has first choice of the pre-shifters. Rumors of his dark desires run deep, and I’ve always been intrigued. But the forbidden passion blazing between Reaper and me is too primal to deny. By pack law, Reaper can’t have me until the Alpha makes his choice…but Reaper’s never been one to follow the rules.

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When he wins a sexy bet, billionaire Linc Blair can’t wait to get Lauren Neill naked. He’s never gone for her type in the past, and he’s pretty certain it has more to do with her buttoned-up hotness than the nagging sense that something is missing from his life. But when he gets a glimpse of the vulnerable woman beneath the conservative, yet oh-so-sexy clothes, it’s a game changer.

Lauren can’t believe she’s spending a few days with one of sexiest, and most annoying men she’s ever met. But she can’t deny the chemistry between them, and for once in her life she’s letting down her guard so she can explore a different side of herself. The side only Linc brings out in her.

Taking it slow, he unleashes her sexuality and it quickly occurs to him that what started out as a bet for him has become something more. With their weekend nearly over, and her ex showing interest in this new confident version of Lauren, Linc will have to risk it all if he wants to win the game of love.

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Rion Ward fought hard to be free of the Irish mob life. Now, as the co-owner of Boston’s hottest aphrodisiac club, he’s traded crime for the ultimate sexual fantasy. But when the “good girl” from his past walks through Lick’s doors, he discovers that his unconsummated hunger for her never abated.

Widowed for two years from a man who felt that anything besides the missionary position was dirty, Harper Shaw is ready to move on. The first step to feeling alive again is sex. Hot, dirty, black-out-from-orgasm sex. And who better to provide it than the brooding, sexy, tatted bad boy-turned-man she’s known for years?

Rion, however, has one stipulation: He’ll be hers only for one night. One night to explore her every fantasy. One night to push her limits.  One night to introduce her to a passion that makes both doubt if it will be enough…

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Shameless by Gina Maxwell

Oh my God, he spanked me.

This is where Public Jane becomes outraged and asks him who the hell he thinks he is, smacking my ass like he owns it. Except she’s being bound and gagged and tossed in a closet by Secret Jane, whose system is flooded with endorphins and whose panties are now soaked from the rough handling. And the traitorous bitch wants more.

“You liked that,” he says as he starts to dry-hump me doggy style to the beat of the song. If it weren’t for our clothes, his dick would be sliding in and out of me with the strength of his gyrations. As it is, his hard length is rubbing along my crease, creating fresh waves of wet heat from the friction and pressure. It’s so distracting I almost forget to deny his claim.

“N-no, I didn’t.” Yes, I did.

Chance yanks back on my head until my body is flush with his, and he speaks directly against my ear. “You can’t lie to me, Jane. I know your secret.”

Panic seizes my chest. “What secret?”

He licks the outer shell of my ear. His breath fans the side of my face, and I break out in goose bumps. Then he whispers, “I saw the porn videos on your laptop.”

I gasp, indignation bubbling to the surface at the invasion of my privacy. I try to turn around to distance myself from him and maybe even give him a slap for good measure, but he holds me to him with one arm banded over my ribs, and claps his free hand over my mouth. “Shhhhhh,” he says, soothing my ruffled feathers with his voice and the brush of his fingers over a cotton-clad nipple.

“That’s it, baby, feel the music,” he says, encouragingly. “I wanna fuck you, Jane.” A hand comes up to encircle my throat possessively as his other one cups my pussy and squeezes. A whimper escapes my lips, and I’m wracked with a shudder of pure need that takes me by surprise. “Forget about what you think is right, and focus on what feels right. Embrace your darkest desires. There’s no shame in what you want.”

Shameless… What would it be like to let go like that? To not worry about what others might think and just…be.

Chance nips at my earlobe, the quick pinch dragging me from my thoughts. “Tell me what you want, Jane. Do you want to be my little slut for the night? Do you want me to fuck you like the bad girl I know you are?”

My mind reels, trying to keep up with the visceral reactions his words are having on me, but it’s a lost cause. Every time he speaks, he sets fire to all the reasons my brain erects as to why this isn’t a good idea, until all that’s left is wanton desire—desire for all the things his words and his body are promising.

So, I let go of every inhibition I’ve ever had, embrace the drunken lust…and I nod.

Learning Curves by Cathryn Fox

She pointed to the coffee pot. “Grab yourself a cup.” Forcing his legs to work, he walked past her, reached into the cupboard, and pulled out a mug. “I hope you’re hungry,” she said.

“Starved.” He stepped up behind her to place a soft kiss on her neck. He set the mug down, and gripped her hips. His hands spanned her waist as she trembled. “But not for pancakes.”

“Oh,” she whispered, going up on her toes as he pressed his cock into the small of her back. She wiggled slightly, and his body grew tight with the memories of the ways he’d taken her. “After last night I didn’t think…”

“Didn’t think what?” he growled into her hair.

“That you’d still be…you know.”

He laughed. “No, I don’t know.”

She spun to face him, and his breath caught as her hair flared around her face. Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. She tipped her nose up, one hand on her hip. “You just want me to say it don’t you?”

He tried for sober but couldn’t keep the grin from his face. He felt like a fucking kid on Christmas morning when he was with her. “I don’t live in your head, Lauren. I have no idea what it is you didn’t think I’d be.”

“Horny,” she blurted out, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “I didn’t think you’d be horny.”

No longer able to hold it in, he laughed. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

“You’re going to pay for that.” She reached for the spatula, holding it up like she was going to whack him with it. He jumped back and held his hands up.

“Okay, I confess. I did want to hear you to say it.” He stepped back into her and pushed a knee between her legs to widen them. Leaning in, he drew in her sweet scent, tossed her spatula away and brushed his lips over hers. “And now I want to fuck you.”

Her hot hands went to his chest and her lips parted, heat flushing her cheeks. He put his hand between her legs, and brushed her sex through her lace panties, needing to make sure she could handle what he was offering after taking her hard last night. “Are you sore?”

“A little.”

Her hips moved, and his finger slid along the seam of her sex. He pulled her panties to the side, and dipped into her sweet pussy. Jesus Christ. She was so fucking wet. His arousal sharpened as he ran her moisture over her clit. He growled. She moaned.

“Do you want me again?”

She wet her bottom lip, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “Yes.”

He gripped her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

She blinked and pointed to the burner. “But the pancakes—”

“Fuck the pancakes.”

She angled her head, a sexy grin playing on her mouth. “I’d rather fuck you.”

His cock jumped. Shit, if she kept saying things like that he was going to lose it. “That’s a filthy little mouth you’ve got there,” he said.

“That’s because I have a good—or rather, bad—teacher.”

“Well, maybe that teacher should put something in that sweet mouth of yours to stop you from saying things that are going to make him forget he’s a gentleman.”

“Will that be before or after you fuck me hard?”

Christ…