His Rules is a spin-off of the Filthy F*ckers Series and can be read as a stand alone.


My endeavors to find the right man had afforded me countless hookups, infidelity, and a handful of one-night-stands.

Then, Marc Watson stepped into my life. He was handsome, and not the kind that could be satisfied by simply taking a second look. Hell, men like him graced the covers of magazines and were the subject of every woman’s dreams. He was also intellectual and kind. The. Complete. Package.

But. He had this ridiculous rule.

To get a shot at him, I had to agree to be in a no sex relationship for thirty days. Making it thirty minutes without having sex with him would be a stretch. Thirty days would be impossible.

It was the opposite of everything I had done in the past, but he assured me if I could comply, the reward would be mind-blowing.

I’d never been one to back down from a challenge, so I took the deal.

Little did I know that doing so would change my life forever.

HIS RULES is a stand-alone romance with no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and comes with a HEA and no cliff hanger.


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Cover Designer: Jessica Hildreth



Born In San Diego California, Scott now calls Naples, Florida home. Residing along the Gulf of Mexico with his wife and children, he somehow finds twelve hours a day to work on his writing. A hybrid author who has published more than two-dozen romance and erotica novels, his three book Mafia Made series through Harlequin was released in 2016 with the first book hitting stores in August.

Scott has spent his entire life pushing boundaries, and his writing is no exception. His books are steamy, however, they always include an HEA, and have no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and no OW OM drama.

Addicted to riding his Harley-Davidson, tattoos, and drinking coffee, he can generally be found in a tattoo shop, on his Harley, or in a local coffee house when not writing.

Loyal to the fans and faithful followers who allowed him to make writing a full-time career, Scott communicates with his followers on Facebook almost daily. He encourages his readers to follow him on Facebook and Twitter.


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Weekly Author Spotlight-Julie Shelton

Passion’s Hope by Julie Shelton

The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3


Tour Titles Blurb

On the run from an abusive Dom, Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and the BDSM lifestyle. She’s only attending this particular Open House for the free food. But when her abuser, who also happens to be at the club, confronts her, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help. But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met. And Charlotte’s all out of trust.

But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer. Just as they need what she has to offer. Can she learn to trust them?  Can she risk her heart? And when danger comes for her will she stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives to keep her safe? Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she’s ever known?

Tour Titles Excerpt

Charlie yawned, curled into a little ball, and tightened her muscles. Then, straightening her legs, she raised her arms above her head, stretching in all directions, luxuriating in the feel of her muscles limbering up. Mmmm. That was—oh, my God! Her eyes flew open and she sat bolt upright, looking around in a panic. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what time is it? Master will want his cock sucked! Where is he? Why didn’t he wake me? Oh, my God, he’ll be furious! Her throat thickened with tears of dread. I can’t take another punishment. I just can’t. I won’t survive it. Her heart plummeted and her muscles tensed as the prospect of yet another beating loomed before her. Until, suddenly, her memories came flooding back. Nik. Jay. The Club. A sob escaped her as she was flooded with a profound sense of relief, followed by a shaky sigh. She sank back down against the pillows

She wasn’t at Perry’s house. This wasn’t Perry’s bed. That should have been her first clue. If she’d still been his prisoner, she definitely wouldn’t have been afforded the luxury of being in his bed. She would have been in a wooden box under the bed, waiting for him to pull her out and force her to suck his cock. No, she wasn’t at Perry’s. She was someplace called Passion Lake Lodge. In Nik Rostov and Jay Gillespie’s apartment. Somehow she’d wound up here after witnessing their mesmerizing, intensely passionate scene at Club Risqué. After which Perry had confronted her. Hit her. Called her a cunt and a worthless whore—

There were other memories, too, all jumbled together, some more vivid than others. Waking up to see Jay lying sideways across the foot of the bed, his head hanging off the edge, with Nik looking down at him tenderly, slowly fucking his mouth. Unfortunately, she’d sunk back into oblivion before getting the chance to watch Nik’s body convulsing in climax. She had dim recollections of being cradled after nightmares about Perry. Of begging for kisses—oh, my God, surely that’s a dream. Surely I never—her hands flew to her mouth as her sense memory kicked in. Nik and Jay. Their scents, earthy and masculine. Their touch, soothing and gentle. Their lips, sweet and tender, placing kisses on her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes, and the tip of her nose.

Okay, now I’m officially embarrassed.

She had other recollections, too. Of being carried to and from the bathroom, of being cradled in the tub and bathed by gentle hands, of being placed on the toilet and held so she didn’t fall off. All these things had happened more than once, although she had no idea how often. Time had definitely passed, but just how much time was lost in a fog. Everything was chaotic and out of focus.

Carefully, she looked around again. Thank goodness her head no longer hurt. But do not rejoice, ladies and gentlemen, she thought wryly, her lips twitching, because now everything else hurts. She felt like she’d been tied to the tracks and run over by a freight train.

She was alone in the massive bed. An IV needle had been inserted into her arm and a glucose drip bag hung from an IV pole next to the bed.

JS_PassionsHope_V3.jpgShe heard the low murmur of voices and the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom. Automatically turning her head, she stared at the closed door. Telling herself it was none of her business, she lay there for a minute gnawing on her upper lip and fighting her curiosity. Until it finally got the better of her. Her insatiable desire to know more about these two fascinating men had her pulling the IV needle out of her arm and sliding out of bed. A sudden wave of dizziness swept over her, forcing her to place a steadying hand on the side of the bed. Legs wobbling, she walked barefoot across the plush carpet toward the bathroom. Jesus! Why was she so weak? Silently she opened the door.

Nik Rostov was standing in the middle of the enormous, glassed-in shower stall. The glass was steamed up from the heat of the water, but Charlie could clearly see him. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, gripping the sides of Jay Gillespie’s head with his big hands, his long fingers twisting in Jay’s long hair. Jay was on his knees in front of NIK, his head moving downward as he sucked the Russian’s cock all the way to the back of his throat.

“Yes!  Yes!  Christ, malchik, that’s so good! So fucking good!”

Charlie’s eyes widened and she was swept by a wave of sheer lust. Holy shit! This had to be the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her entire life.

You can read the entire first chapter of Passion’s Hope at: http://drb1stchp.com/2015/08/passions-hope-by-julie-shelton/




“The Daddy Dom. I have always been fascinated by this concept. Who wouldn’t love an alpha man who loves you, takes care of you, nurtures you, protects you, and helps you be a better you? Julie Shelton absolutely nailed the idea, or at least my idea, of the perfect Daddy Dom in Passion’s Hope, her newest installment in The Doms of Passion Lake series.

I think I fell in love with former SEAL Nikolai Rostov, Nik to his friends, almost from the first page. With Nik, Ms. Shelton has created the kind of Dom that I have always dreamed of. In fact, Nik is pretty close to perfection. He is sweet and caring and loving toward his partners, Jay and Charlotte. Yet he is firm and demanding when called for. I pretty much melted into a big puddle while reading Passion’s Hope because of how much I loved Nik. I don’t think she could have written a more wonderful Daddy Dom.”

“Snap, Crackle & Pop! This one is Hot, Hot, Hot!!!”

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Tour Titles Bio

Fr614lXn787JL._UX250_om fairies in the garden at age 9 to handcuffs in the boudoir at age 60, Julie’s writing has run the gamut. In between she managed to graduate cum laude with a B.A. in French from Georgia State University followed by a Master’s Degree in Library Science from Emory University. Having thus procured these two necessary but ultimately irrelevant pieces of paper, she launched a successful career as a children’s librarian, followed by an even more successful career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. She published Kidstuff, an award-winning, monthly newsletter, as well as a book, Puppets, Poems and Songs, both major language arts resource for early childhood educators.

At various points in her life, if asked what she would like to be, her answer would have been (in rough chronological order, since some of these lofty ambitions overlapped): a fairy, a princess, a ballerina, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, a paleontologist, Scarlett O’Hara, thin and beautiful, an actress, and a writer. Now, at age 73, her answer to that question would most likely be, “younger”.

Followed closely, of course by bestselling author. Oh, and a princess. Some dreams die hard.

Now retired, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.

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Weekly Author Spotlight-Cooper McKenzie

TCOSThe Color of Sex (MF)

by Cooper McKenzie

Tour Titles Blurb

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]

Gabi Smith agrees to paint the three phases of sex, but she is in trouble. While Frustration is her constant companion, she knows nothing of Arousal or Fulfillment and doesn’t know who to ask for help.

The first time Riley St. James saw Gabrielle Smith’s work ten years before, he fell in love. When her brother needed a guard to keep his sister safe while he was out of the country, Riley knew he was the only man for the job. When Gabi asks him to teach her about sex, Riley is certain he has died and gone to heaven.

Can he teach her about sex and love and the vast difference between the two? Will she be able to translate her lessons of sex into visual expressions? Or will their growing love get in the way of her work?

Tour Titles Excerpt


Her gaze dropped down his body, and she stopped breathing for several heartbeats as she took in the longest, thickest, most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. The naked male models she’d seen online and in magazines didn’t rival Riley’s beautiful shaft. Even with the icy shower, he remained erect though beginning to droop. He looked so delicious Gabi couldn’t help herself.

Without a thought to her actions, she bent at the waist and took the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth. She hummed her delight as his salty, masculine taste tantalized her tongue. Pulling back, she licked his slit then swirled the tip of her tongue around the head, testing the silky smoothness of the skin there.

The groan that sounded above her and the fingers stabbing through her hair to cradle her head assured her she was not hurting him. Opening her mouth, she took him deep, teasing and tasting his long, thick shaft.

Thinking about the scenes she’d read about, her hands began to soothe the skin of his hips and buttocks and thighs. One continued touching whatever she could reach while the other eased up the inside of his thighs to cup the sack between.

His fingers tightened around her skull as his hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth with his cock.

Before she could throw him over into orgasm, he pulled himself from her mouth and hand. The next moment she found herself lifted into the air by strong arms and then face to face with a man who looked like he wanted to eat her alive. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight. She began to hunch against him, trying to rub her throbbing clit up and down the thickness of his shaft.

“You’re very good at that. Too good. Who taught you?” he asked as he fumbled to turn off the water then open the shower door.

“No one taught me. You’re my first. But I have read a lot of books.” She smiled up at him and batted her eyelashes. “Those things are filled with all kinds of good ideas about sex.” Shifting her shoulders, she brushed her nipples against his fur-covered chest. She purred as the touch of his silky, wet hair sent ripples of sensation from tits to cunt then out to the rest of her body.


“Uh huh.”

“You do it very well,” he commented as he carried her into the bedroom.

“But you didn’t come,” she pointed out.

“That’s because I want to feel that hot, wet pussy pulsing around me with your orgasm when I do,” he said, laying her in the center of the bed before lying down next to her.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She reached up and speared her fingers through his now wildly curling hair.

Pulling him down, she kissed him, recognizing this was the man she’d been looking for. This was the man she would spend the rest of her life with, if he would have her.

She froze as she realized he might not want her in his life on a permanent basis. Taking this job as her own personal watchdog then becoming her sex muse might just be filling some kink of his. Once Elliott returned, he very well could walk away without a backward glance.

Could she do this? Could she love him for the next two weeks and then let him walk away when his job was done? Could she spend the rest of her life not seeing him, not touching him, not loving him?

“Gabi? You okay?” He lifted his head and looked down at her with a concerned frown as one hand began to play with her nipple.

She nodded. “I’m fine,” she whispered, running a hand down his muscled back to pat his perfect ass before smoothing her way around his hip and across to take his cock into her hand.

Real question was, how could she not?

“Fuck me,” she begged as her hand traveled up and down his shaft. “Show me what fulfillment is all about.”

Tour Titles Buy Links

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-color-of-sex

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Tour Titles Social Media Links

Website: www.coopermckenzie.webs.com

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