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Bully Birthday Celebration: Jared and Tate

We are so excited to help Author Penelope Douglas celebrate our  favorite book couple of 2013–Jared and Tate’s Birthdays! We cannot wait when Until You is released in December. But until then…we have a HOT, HOT teaser from Until You. Don’t forget to enter win great prizes below and enjoy our birthday collage we made for Tate and Jared! Be sure to check out all the other awesome bloggers celebrate their birthday too!


(5) Signed copies of Bully (US/CA), (9) eBook copies of Bully (INTL) & (2) $25 gift card to either Amazon or B&N (Winner’s Choice) (INTL).

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Tate Meets Jaxon for the First Time

“Son of a bitch,” I grunted, sitting up in bed.

Arching my leg, I rested my forehead in my hand with my elbow propped up on my knee.

I’m so fucked.

My dick was throbbing so hard it hurt.

I was waking up with constant hard-ons, and it was like I was thirteen all over again.

I was actually waking up in pain with the heat and blood rushing south, and the only thing I wanted was under lock and key next door.

Tate and I hadn’t made love since her dad got back in town, and he was keeping pretty good tabs on her. Who knew when I’d get her alone again?

It was going to be a long fucking year. That was for sure.

There were no plans on what I was going to do about college, but one thing was for certain. Wherever I ended up, I looked forward to visiting Tate and screwing her brains out in privacy, without parents around.

A creak interrupted my thoughts, and my head shot up, out of my hand to see Tate stepping in quietly.

Tate? My heart stopped beating.

She shut the door and leaned back against it.

“Tate?” I stared at her, wide-eyed, as she smirked at me.


My girl smirked.

“Please tell me you’re thinking about me.” Her lips were soft and playful as she purred her words.

She was fucking me.

With her look, fierce and urgent. With her mouth, moist and open. With her voice, smooth and taunting, and I was ready to thank my lucky stars that she was here.

“Are you kidding?” I raised my eyebrows and whipped off the blanket, gesturing to the very hard bulge poking through the jeans I’d fallen asleep in. “Look at this shit. I can’t think straight.”

And I jumped out of bed and rushed her. Our lips melted together, and the sweetness of how her body molded to mine made me regret every other girl I’d touched.

She tasted so good, like hot apples and an angry sky, and it was fucking candy in my mouth.

Tate knew how to move with me. When I leaned in, she arched back. When I pulled back, she read my mind and opened her neck to me.

“Wait,” she gasped. “Your front door was open. I didn’t see your mom when I walked in, but she’s got to be up.”

I shook my head, teasing her. “You started this. And this isn’t your house. There are no rules here.” I smiled and leaned over to my iPod dock and switched on In This Moment’s Adrenalize to drown out our noise.

“Come here,” I whispered, pulling her by the hips into my body.

But she pushed me away.

Disappointment—no, pain and confusion—racked through me.

“Wha—,” I started to ask but sucked in my breath when she started peeling off her clothes.


Her little, white tank top?


Her pajama shorts and panties?

Off in a single movement.

And when she came up to me, I was high on adrenaline again.

I glided my fingers up her sides and then down over her beautiful breasts. Her skin was silky and firm, like an angle’s wings.

I didn’t even have time to reach for my nightstand drawer before she pushed me down on the bed and straddled me.

“Tate, a condom,” I gasped out, unable to think anymore.

Holy fucking shit.

My whole body shook with the need, ache, and blood pumping through my cock. I needed to be inside of her.

“Pants,” she ordered, and when she leaned over to grab a condom, I knew what she meant.

After about three seconds, the rubber was on, and I thrust up and inside of her.

We stilled for a minute, and a I felt the cool sweat on my neck as I soaked her in.

Jesus Christ.

Tight, wet, and hot.

Her lips crashed down on mine, and I dove into her mouth, moving my tongue against hers as we gasped and came back for more.

“Jared,” she whispered between kisses. “More…I always want more.”

Her hips started moving back and forth, up and down my cock, making a sweet tightness race down my arms and legs.

Her heavenly skin felt like cream, and I grabbed her ass in my hands, jerking her down on me as the room filled with wet heat.

God… she loved me.

I still couldn’t believe it, but she did.

“What do you want more of? Say it,” I breathed against her lips, desperate and fucking lost in my need for her skin, her smell, her fire…

“I want more of you.” She closed her eyes, and dropped her head back as her body rocked into mine. “Every morning, every night, I think about you.”

Her head came back down, and her fingers fisted in my hair. “I want to feel you all day, Jared.”

Yeah, it was going to be a long fucking year.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I whipped us around, so she lay on the bottom, and I fucked the love of my life hard enough, so that she would feel me.

All. Damn. Day.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, her desperate eyes meeting mine.

“I love you, Tatum Brandt.” I put my hand over her mouth, and pounded into her harder. “Now, come.”

I fucking hated rushing. But I knew my mom was already up, and our talking and moaning would draw attention. Even with the music.

“Jesus Christ, baby. You feel good.” I dropped my mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

I knew my back was drenched with sweat already, and I almost smiled when I tasted her salty skin. She felt this as much as I did, and we were crazy for each other.

Her thighs tensed around me, her nails dug into my back, and I felt her pulsate from the inside as she held her breath.

She was coming, and I looked up to see her eyes flutter close. After a few moments she let out a little whimper and exhaled against my hand.

I always knew when Tate came. She had a thing about holding her breath.

The pressure inside of me was at its breaking point.

I leaned over her, looked down into her exhausted and happy face, and dived into her a few more times before letting it all go.

Cool fire spread through my veins, and all of the air left my body as I collapsed on top of her.

“Jared, I need a clean shir—oh.”

My head snapped up, and Tate squealed, pulling my body down as much over hers as she could manage.

“What the fuck?!” I was naked as hell, and Jax just stood there, wide-eyed with his lips formed in a circle. “Get the hell out!” I yelled.

After a pause, he broke out in a grin and snorted. “Hey, you must be Tate. I’m Jaxon.” And the fucker held out his hand for her to shake.

Thankfully, Tate was under me, but my ass was hanging out for the world to see. The dickhead had left the door open.

“Um….hi, Jaxon. Nice to meet you.” Tate peeked out and offered her hand bashfully.

They shook, and the stupid prick stood there smiling.

“Get the fuck out,” I whispered, my eyes burning with murder.

“Jared, why are you yelling?” My mother poked her head in, and Tate shrunk up into a ball underneath me again.

            Oh, what the fuck?!

“Jared!” My mother’s shocked gasp, when she noticed the extra arms and legs, caused me to clench my teeth.

Jax had descended into a fit of laughter by this point, and his face was turning red.

How could such a good start to a day turn so badly so quickly?

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PenelopeDouglasPenelope Douglas is a writer and teacher in Las Vegas. Born in Dubuque, Iowa, she is the oldest of five children. Penelope attended the University of Northern Iowa, earning a Bachelor’s degree in Public Administration, because her father told her to “just get the degree!” She then earned a Masters of Science in Education at Loyola University in New Orleans, because she hated Public Administration. One night, she got tipsy and told the bouncer at the bar where she worked that his son was hot, and three years later they were married. To the son, not the bouncer. They have spawn, but just one. A daughter named Aydan. Penelope loves sweets, the show Sons of Anarchy, and she shops at Target almost daily.

Release Event: Off Course (Off Series #4) by Sawyer Bennett

Off CourseRenner Caldwell has her life perfectly mapped out. She has the ideal relationship, the perfect job and all is right in her world. When a shameful turn of events happens, she boards the first plane bound for Ireland to lick her wounds and get her head back on straight.

Cillian O’Braidagh is the sexy, front man to the Irish rock band, Over The Edge. His rising fame and sultry voice make him every woman’s fantasy come true. Not to mention his single-minded determination. To put it simply: what Cillian wants, Cillian always gets. And he wants Renner, because there’s just something about the flame-haired beauty he has to possess.

If their relationship was just about sex and rock n’ roll, it would be easy for them to get lost in their desires. Only their relationship is anything but a hook-up. Will lies, deceit and hidden tragedy get in the way, making the path to true love uncertain? Or will the girl whose been knocked Off Course, find her footing with the man who is teaching her it’s okay to lose control?

3 e-book combo pack of Off Sides, Off Limits, and Off the Record (mobi or epub) – International. Click here to enter!

By Sawyer Bennett

AuthorTakeCillianPhoto Cillian O’Bradaigh is a native Dubliner and front man for the Irish rock band, Over The Edge. They’ve found huge success in the European Union, topping the Irish charts and gaining some popularity in the States. Cillian is what us Americans call Black Irish…noted for his dark hair and eyes. He’s tall, tattooed and pierced. Oh, and he’s totally an Alpha male.

Terrible things have happened to Cillian in his past, causing him an almost painful need to be in control of all situations. Couple that with his Alpha tendencies, and you have a sexy rocker who, if he wants you, is more likely to throw you over his shoulder and walk out the door without a word.

Despite all of that, Cillian has a soft nature when it comes to women. He doesn’t like to see them in pain and he’ll go to great lengths to help those he cares about.

If his sexy Irish brogue and rock-star vibe doesn’t do you in, just wait until you see what he can do in the bedroom…and the back storeroom of a pub…and the kitchen…

SawyerBennettUSA Today Best-Selling author, Sawyer Bennett, is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.

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Shine Not Burn by Elle Casey

17973653Goodreads synopsis of Shine Not Burn

White Chick, Jenn’s Review of Shine Not Burn

Rating:    4.5 stars out of 5

OMG – I loved this book.  First let me tell you if you are looking for a book that will make you laugh, put a smile on your face and leave you with a book hangover – then read this book.

Andie has a life-plan but one weekend in Vegas and this plan faces a possible derailment of course the derailment if a couple of years later.  Andie went to Vegas on a girls weekend and left married only she didn’t remember she was married until it was almost time for her new wedding.  Oppps.  Who is she married too?  Well that would be Gavin or as he is called “Mack”.

Let’s just say that she goes to Oregon in search of Mack to get a divorce before she has to get married again.  Let me tell you this story had me laughing and smiling.  I loved Mack – I can’t help it I did he was awesome.  There is of course a HEA but in order to get to there these two go through some fun and trouble.  Mack is going to make Andie confront her life-plan versus what she really wants deep down out of life.

In summary this book was great and I am really hoping we get a book about Mack’s brother Ian….

Book Synopsis

I can’t be held responsible. Things that happen there are supposed to stay there, right? Right? Yeeeah. Not so much.

Andie’s just days away from tying the knot, but there’s just ooooone little glitch. Apparently, she’s already married. Or someone with her name is married to a guy out in Oregon of all places, and the courthouse won’t issue her a marriage license until it’s all cleared up. Tripping her way through cow pies and country songs to meet up with a man who gets around places on horseback is her very last idea of how to have a good time, but if she’s going to get married, make partner at the firm, and have two point five kids before she’s thirty-five, she needs to get to the bottom of this snafu and fix it quick … before her fiance finds out and everything she’s been working toward goes up in flames


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