Release Blitz: Instinct by Loki Renard

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He is Savage. Dominant. Primitive. I am slave to his instinct.

In the year 10,442, humanity is a space faring race.
We do not have sex, and we certainly do not breed.

I am an observer, a young woman alone in space, being punished for her sins. My sentence is to observe a remote planet where it is rumored an old Earth ship crashed thousands of years ago. According to records, there were no survivors.

The records were wrong.

While in orbit around the planet, I am hit. My shuttle crashes.

Zion, the beast of a man who pulls me from the wreckage and sets about making me his own does not know that my people do not engage in sexual activity. He doesn't understand that reproduction is expressly forbidden. All he knows is that he wants me.

My untouched body will be his in every way imaginable. He will mate me over and over. He will fill me with his seed until my belly swells. When I defy him, I will be punished shamefully and thoroughly until I give him the submission he demands.

But there are even more dangerous things in the universe than Zion. My people will come for me, and when they do, even my primitive beast of a man might not be enough to save me from their wrath.

It's just as well Loki Renard became an author because other career paths proved disastrous. She was once thrown out of someone's house for trying to sell them citrus based cleaning product, and her brief brush with corporate life ended when she wrote profiles for her fellow employees likening them to various feral animals then attempted to negotiate the idea of not coming into the office and getting paid anyway. Perhaps if she'd had the dedication to slug herself in the face a la Fight Club, things might have turned out differently.

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Blog Tour: Hard Time by Loki Renard and Jane Henry

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Jasmine

He's hunting me. And when he catches me, he's going to break me.

I've been running from the law my whole life.
But Rico is the one man I can't escape.
And I don't know if I want to.

Rico

Jasmine Francoise lives to taunt the law. The FBI. Me.

I'll bring her to justice.
She'll scream her confession over my knee and in my bed.
She deserves hard time.
I'll make sure she gets it.

The officer is a pushy one, though. “I’ll take her for you, sir,” he says. “Let me, so you can—”
“I said I’ve got this one,” Rico snaps. The officer stiffens, then nods.

“Yes, sir.”

Sir. God, I want to call him sir but in a very, very different way. As we go through the utterly dull process that takes hours and lands my ass in jail, I let my mind wander, reveling in the thrill of my sordid fantasy. Rico, fully clothed as he is now, wearing an impeccable charcoal-gray suit that brings out the blue in his eyes and silver at his temples. Me, stark naked and cuffed, over his lap. He’s lecturing me in that sexy-as-fuck growl, fisting my hair for emphasis. He’s so angry he vibrates with tension but controls his anger like a surgeon, with masterful precision.

“You fucked up, little girl,” he rumbles in my ear, his cock pulsing against my naked belly. “And now you pay.”

I’ve watched enough porn to know what happens next, and fuck if I don’t want to feel the searing smack of his palm on my exposed skin. I want to scream for mercy and have him give me none, until I writhe on his lap in helpless agony, bearing the marks of his palm. My gaze roams over his massive, powerful hands, his broad lap. It’s an hour into processing and he’s taken off his suit coat, a fine sheen of perspiration dotting his brows, and when he rolls up his shirt sleeves, I lick my lips.

“You look tired, Ricky,” I purr. The only indication he heard me is the slight tensing of his jaw. “Did you not sleep well last night? Up watching football again?” I tip my head to the side and wait for his reaction. I know that’s exactly what he was doing, because to his detriment he’s as predictable as clockwork. “You really should get to bed early when the Bills are on the West Coast, you know.”

“You,” he says, clicking away on his computer, “have no right admonishing me for reckless behavior.” But there’s a twinkle in his eye and a lift of his brow. He’s amused.

“Ah, quite right ma chérie. Perhaps you ought to be the one scolding?” I lean in and lower my voice. “I dream about that, you know.” It takes considerable effort to keep myself from flushing, because this part is not an act and he’s no longer amused. “Hearing you lecture me before you punish me. Before you take me across your lap and give me the long, hard spanking you know I deserve.”

A desperate longing claws at my chest that’s so sudden it takes me by surprise. I calm my breathing and still my racing heart by watching his reaction. Flared nostrils. A hard swallow. A smack of the delete key because he fumbled at the keyboard. He plays the part well, but he’s affected by the image.

“You deserve far more than a spanking, Miss Francoise,” he says in a low growl meant only for my ears.

I lean in closer. “Is that right, Ricky?” My pulse races. I want to hear him say it. I need him to threaten me. I swallow and pluck up my nerve. “What else do I deserve?”

For a split second it looks like he’s going to play this game with me, when his gaze swings to mine, but then his eyes shutter and he’s once more the staid business man. “Prosecution,” he grumbles. “Jail.” But his parting word gives me an inkling of hope. “Humiliation.”

It’s sordid and twisted, but hell if I don’t want him to strip me down and degrade me. Use me. Make me hurt.

If I gave a shit, I’d admit I probably need psychological help.

But I don’t admit faults. I revel in them.

The room pulses with power and need and sexuality.

“You know, Ricky,” I say, almost sadly. “Just one kiss, and you’d change your mind.”

I bite my lip after I say it. I didn’t mean to. Thankfully he’s gathering up papers and sorting them out and doesn’t look my way. When he draws closer, I can smell him, virility and pride, leather and pine, and my core contracts with need.

“That’s enough now,” he admonishes, grasping my arm in his firm grip once more. “No more talk, young lady.”

“Young lady? Does that make you my daddy?”

He smacks my ass so hard and unexpectedly, my breath whooshes out of my body and I utter an involuntary yelp. Before I recover, his palm slams into my ass a second time, then a third. My pulses races a crazy, erratic beat, my breath hitches, and I’m completely taken off guard by the swift, merciless spanking.

“That’s enough,” he says. “You’re goddamned lucky I’m not your daddy.”

Loki Renard

It's just as well Loki Renard became an author because other career paths proved disastrous. She was once thrown out of someone's house for trying to sell them citrus based cleaning product, and her brief brush with corporate life ended when she wrote profiles for her fellow employees likening them to various feral animals then attempted to negotiate the idea of not coming into the office and getting paid anyway. Perhaps if she'd had the dedication to slug herself in the face a la Fight Club, things might have turned out differently.

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Jane Henry

USA Today Bestselling author Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

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Release Day Blitz: Hard Time by Loki Renard and Jane Henry

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Jasmine

He's hunting me. And when he catches me, he's going to break me.

I've been running from the law my whole life.
But Rico is the one man I can't escape.
And I don't know if I want to.

Rico

Jasmine Francoise lives to taunt the law. The FBI. Me.

I'll bring her to justice.
She'll scream her confession over my knee and in my bed.
She deserves hard time.
I'll make sure she gets it.

Loki Renard

It's just as well Loki Renard became an author because other career paths proved disastrous. She was once thrown out of someone's house for trying to sell them citrus based cleaning product, and her brief brush with corporate life ended when she wrote profiles for her fellow employees likening them to various feral animals then attempted to negotiate the idea of not coming into the office and getting paid anyway. Perhaps if she'd had the dedication to slug herself in the face a la Fight Club, things might have turned out differently.

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Jane Henry

USA Today Bestselling author Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

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Release Day Blitz - The Bear’s Capture by Jenika Snow

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Bear

The solitude had always been my companion and I accepted it, embraced it. Living on my own with the forest as my backyard had always been good enough for me.

Until it no longer was.

The quiet could be loud, the loneliness a burden. I was tired of being on my own. I wanted a wife, needed a woman to call my own.

Who I wanted was Susie.

She was sweet and kind, innocent and soft in all the right places. She made this caveman part of me rise up and take control. The things I wanted to do to her would probably frighten her, scare her away for good.

I didn’t pretend to be a gentle man. I was brutal and savage in my way of living, but when I looked at her I felt something soften within me.

It was time to man up and tell her what I wanted, that she was all I thought about, all I needed in my life.

Susie

I’d loved Bear for as long as I could remember, but I was just the grocery delivery girl, a person he barely talked to, rarely saw when I did my drop-offs. I’d always been too much of a coward to tell him how I felt, so I divulged all my longings and secrets to my best friend.

But I was tired of doing that. I wanted to be honest with him even if that ended up putting this wall between us, even if I got a broken heart.

I was willing to risk all of that to pour my heart out, to finally be honest.

I was willing to do all of that in the hopes he would say he loved me too.


Warning: This may not be a paranormal story, but it has bite to it! With a growly, celibate hero who’s been lusting after one virginal heroine, it’s time he staked his claim in all the ways that matter. Don’t worry, it’s still safe with a HEA and all the sexy goodness that goes along with it!

I curled my hands into tight fists at my side, wanting to go to her, push the long fall of her hair off her shoulder and place my mouth right on the side of her neck. I wanted to lick and suck at her flesh, taste her skin and see if she was as sweet as she looked.

I found myself moving closer, my body having a mind of its own. Every part of me said to screw formalities, to forget about everything else aside from making Susie mine.

The island stopped me from getting any closer, but then she turned around, our gazes clashing, her eyes widening. Her lips were red, naturally shaded that color and so kissable. My cock was hard, thickening behind my jeans, pressing against the zipper. The bastard wanted out, wanted to be buried deep inside of her, claiming her in the rough and primal way that a man did when he was consumed by the only woman he had ever wanted.

The longer we stood there staring at each other, the more I saw her chest rising and falling, faster, harder. Her pupils became dilated, her mouth parting slightly. The air between us heated, became thick, almost suffocating. I lowered my gaze to her chest, not able to help myself, wanting to see the mounds behind the cotton of her shirt. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric, making my mouth water.

Things were moving fast, my arousal taking control. There was so much that needed said, so much that needed done before it got to this level.
But I couldn’t stop, couldn’t control myself.

I saw the way her throat moved when she swallowed, her nervousness clear. Hell, I could practically smell her emotions.

She moved away from the island, her little teeth pulling at her bottom lip. My cock jerked behind my pants, the tip becoming slick with pre-cum.
“Bear.” She said my name breathlessly.

I envisioned her saying that in the throes of passion, her lying in my bed with me over her, her hair fanned out across my white sheets … my cock deep in her body.

Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.

She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.

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Release Day Blitz - Hammered (Dirty Construction #1) by Alexis Alvarez

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The environmental chick? Yeah, she’s hot.

I’d love to bend her over the hood of her stupid little electric car and smack that ass.

But the project comes first.

I don’t have time for dating, especially tree-huggers. I have to get this build completed on time.

But a kiss never hurt anyone... right?

She just better not be playing me to get info on my boss. Or shut down this project.

Because she’ll find out that I can give as good as I get.
That I have creative ways to punish her.

Get her begging for more…

This book is part of an amazing series of books about sexy blue-collar guys who don't mind getting a little dirty. ;) They are stand-alones and do not need to be read in order, but are all super sexy and delicious. From Alexis Alvarez (me!), Lee Savino, Renee Rose, Alta Hensley, Tara Crescent, Ava Sinclair, Aubrey Cara, Jane Henry.

“Come with me.” He takes my hands and leads me into the bar.
A band is playing, and it’s so loud that you can’t talk, but he puts his mouth right up to my ear and says, “What do you want to drink?” His breath on my skin practically makes me swoon.
I have to speak into his ear, too, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve done in a long time. I rest my hand on his shoulder and he bends down to accommodate me while I reach up on tiptoes. “Pinot Noir if they have it. If not, I’ll take whatever.”
His shirt is crisp under my hand, and I feel his muscles. Smell him—cologne, soap, his skin. I love it.
He puts his mouth back to my ear. “You want the menu, or do you trust me to choose?” His breath fans my hair and sends tingles down my spine. Into my toes, my nipples.
I tilt my head up again to talk into his ear, and he rests one hand lightly on my waist, as if to provide support. His fingers splay out, softly, not doing anything erotic. But the touch alone makes me catch my breath.
“You think you know what I want?” I half-whisper it, but my lips are so close to his face that he can hear me.
A muscle clenches in his jaw. “I think I’m a fast learner. Never had complaints.” His hand tightens ever so slightly.
“Is that so?” This time I leave my hand on his shoulder a second longer. My whole body aches for it and I sigh, like a druggie getting her high, when I feel his lips at my ear again, that tingly tickle of his voice.
“You taste what I give you and tell me what you think, alright?”
Fuck me, but I want to taste him. I want what he’ll give me. A slow smiles spreads across my face.
He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed, Talia.”

Alexis Alvarez writes romances - some are light-hearted contemporary romances; others delve into the exotic world of domination and submission.

Her female heroines are strong-willed women who are never push-overs, and who can hold their own in society and the workplace, but who are intrigued with the idea of kink and submission in the bedroom. Alexis writes with skill and poetry, creating worlds that are both dark and erotic and, at times, humorous and light.

Alexis is a writer, photographer, gourmet cook, former engineer, and mom. She likes other things besides BDSM fiction, and some of them include snorkeling, lemon bars, thunderstorms, and laughing so hard with her sisters and brother that her stomach hurts.

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Release Day Blitz - Blaze Renee Rose

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Blaze is demanding. Unyielding. A punisher.

He thinks he can rid me of my demons

by exacting even more of me than I ask myself.

He says he can wash my sins clean.

Absolve me of the fire that scalded my soul.

All I have to do is turn myself over to him.

Submit. Surrender.

The only problem--he doesn’t just want my body.

He wants my life.


Note: This steamy stand-alone romance contains a dominant, dirty talking fireman, a fiery new recruit and enough kink to start a three alarm fire. If such material offends you, please do not read this book! No cliffhangers, no cheating.

Lia’s standing there in a pair of goddamn pink panties, her FDNY t-shirt knotted above her waist.

I gape for one room-spinning moment, then I step in and go to shut the door. Wait--fuck. I can’t be in a closed room with her--when she’s in her panties!

But I sure as hell can’t leave it open for other fire-fucks to see her this way, either.

Fuck it.

I kick it shut.

She’s laughing at me now, triumph over my dance with the door evident in her eyes.

“What in the sam-fuck are you wearing?” I boom, too loud.

Her full lips stretch into a shit-eating grin. She loves seeing my unfortunately full-bodied reaction to the sight of a mere triangle of soft pink fabric covering what must be the sweetest little pussy in the five boroughs. “I’m pretty sure you’re aware of what I’m wearing.”

“Th-those are not regulation,” I sputter. What I mean, is that they look like they’re made of a non-compliant material--like polyester or a rayon blend. If we run out on a fire tonight and she gets burned, they would fuse to her skin if they melted.

I force myself to look away. I can’t discuss it with her standing there like that. My self-control will frazzle. “Just--stop playing with fire. Put your pants on.”

“Why, Captain?” the little minx purrs, knowing she has me by the balls. She cocks a hip. “Am I making you...uncomfortable?”

My fingers twitch. “Put some goddamn pants on before I spank that cute little ass red!”

Oh shit. I clap a hand over my mouth, then attempt to hide the gesture by rubbing the stubble on my face. I definitely shouldn’t have said that. All this time I’ve been trying to protect her from harassment and I’m the first asshole to bring it.

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon's Top Author list. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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