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12/3/18

#BlogTour TEXAS WILDFIRES BY SABLE HUNTER #Steamy #FirefighterRomance @huntersable



💥Texas Wildfire (Texas Heroes Book 1) Sable Hunter 💥
‘I Am My Brother’s Keeper’ are the words engraved on the plaque awarded to volunteer firefighter/rancher Titan Sloan. Daily he risks his life to save and protect friends and neighbors. When he finds out the person he loves the most is the one he’s failed to protect, Titan is fit to be tied. Titan Sloan is a hero, but he’s no angel. For years he’s secretly been in love with his Captain’s wife. When he finds out their marriage is a sham and Makenna is being abused, all hell breaks loose. A Texas Wildfire is the backdrop for a story so hot and a love so intense, no one will come through it unscathed.

**Content Warning: This book contains adult language and sexual situations. It is intended for adults 18+ ONLY**


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It wasn’t the way he looked at her, even though his intense gaze made her wet. It wasn’t the nice things he did for her, although his thoughtfulness made her feel important. She wanted Titan and the main reason was just…him. He was sexy, sweet, smart and hot as hell. By the time they were ready to go to bed, Makenna was so ready for him, she wanted to ride him like a horse. Her bold thought made her blush, but she just went with it. They’d been relaxing in front of the television. He’d been enjoying a glass of local Moscato, but Makenna had only taken a sip. Until she found out for sure about the baby, she wouldn’t risk alcohol.

But right now she wanted something more potent—him. Makenna took his glass from his hand and set it down. Standing up slowly, she walked to the door. It took a lot of courage, but she turned, giving him a heated glance. “Titan, I can’t wait any longer. I need you. In bed. Now.” Then, she just turned and walked to his room.

Titan didn’t delay long, only enough to come to his senses. He sprang from the couch, bounded up the stairs, kicked the door closed and ripped off his shirt in one mighty move. Makenna’s eyes widened, not only at all the muscle he’d exposed but because he was stalking her across the room like a great big cat. When he reached her, she kissed him right over his heart but eased away when he tried to catch her hand. “No, I want a chance to just…look at you.” Slowly, she started to circle him. “I’ve watched you, wanted you for so long. The day of the calendar shoot, I stood at the back of the room…and my panties got wet from looking at you. Just you. The only sex in my life that counted was what I’ve had with you.”

Titan went still. This was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever experienced. “You like looking at me about half as much as I enjoy looking at you.” But he wasn’t crazy. If Titan could make her a little crazier for him, he would. After all, he figured it would pay off—in bed. He tried to make it look natural, but he stretched a little, moved his body and flexed a muscle or two.

When Makenna came to his back, she gave in, using both hands to caress him from neck to arms, planting a kiss as high on his back as she could reach. And then she paused to skim her night shirt over her head, leaned in and rubbed on him, brushing her stiff hungry nipples back and forth across his back. As her face was pressed to his skin, she felt his chest rumble from a deep-throated growl. Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed against him, her hands beginning to move. “I want to be as close to you as I can get.”

Titan thought he could be still. He tried. Those small, soft hands of hers crept up from his waist and covered his pecs, rubbing, the palms caressing his nipples. He looked down. His cock was trying to push out of his pants. “You’re teasing the beast, baby.”

Makenna smiled against his skin. What was amazing about all of this was that he was powerful, a male animal in his prime. He could hurt her if he wanted to, but she had no fear whatsoever. Titan would cut off his arm before he would harm one hair on her head. “You’re so sexy, Titan. I’m wet for you.”

She didn’t make it around to his front by herself, she had help. He pulled her around, lunged at her mouth, taking both of her breasts in his hands. As he ravished her mouth, Titan tugged on her nipples. She arched against him, sliding one hand up his chest to encircle his neck. His mouth slid off of hers, spreading a trail of hot kisses over her throat and collarbone. She followed his lead, licking and kissing his throat, then his jaw. Her spare hand wasn’t idle, she teased his nipple, lightly scoring it with her fingernails. “Enough, babe, I’m dying.” With one easy move, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

“Now the pants, cowboy.” She lay there, spread out and ready for him.

He wasted no time or movement, losing the jeans as fast as he’d lost the shirt. “Better?” He knew his cock was appreciative, it had been living in cramped quarters.

“Come lie on top of me. I need to feel your weight.” This she wouldn’t try to explain, but the sheer bulk of him on top of her made Makenna feel sheltered, enveloped—enclosed. No one could touch her when he stood between her and the world.

“Give me that mouth,” he growled, nipping her bottom lip, eating at her lips. Makenna reveled in his lust, clinging to him and kissing him back just as feverishly. When he pulled away, she thought she’d weep, but he moved down her body, ending up at her feet. Picking up one leg, he caressed the arch, kissing a path from ankle to knee. “Roll over.”

Makenna turned over so quickly, she hoped she preserved some sense of grace. She was so excited. Her arousal was flowing down the inside of her thigh.

“Up on your knees, face in the pillow.”

About two seconds after she’d done as he asked, she felt his mouth against her pussy. “Oh, yes, God, yes.” Not being able to see what he was doing just made it more intense. A lick from his talented tongue made her groan and when he spread her open with his fingers and buried his face in her sex she thought she’d black out. Makenna perched her ass in the air, pushing back, pressing her pussy into his face.

After that, all she could do was hang onto the sheet, because he made it his personal mission to make her scream—and he was very successful. Makenna came so hard she bit a hole in his pillowcase.

Titan couldn’t believe the sight before him. He’d hit the damn love jackpot. There was no sexier woman in the world. For him, she was it. Taking his engorged cock in hand, he fit himself into her cleft, sliding in her cream before pulling back and pushing the head into her opening ever so slowly.

Makenna almost said something about a condom, but she was weak. She was addicted to the feel of him. If something happened, it was on her. She wanted him, she couldn’t deny it. She wanted him forever. So, wanting his child was a natural extension. “More,” she whimpered and he worked his way in halfway. When he pulled back to thrust in, she countered his move, impaling herself on his big cock.

“Mercy!” he bellowed, as his body shook with the need to explode. “Hold on, I can’t stop now.” Grabbing her hips, he began to fuck her hard, covering her back, kissing her neck, grazing the soft flesh with his teeth. When she tightened down around him, milking his cock, Titan saw stars.

Taking her hips in his hands, he held her right where he needed her. Make no mistake about it, he might be on top, but she was calling the shots. At any time, if she gave any hint that she wanted him to let up, to stop, he’d cease and desist. Instead, she begged for him, “More, Ti, harder, more!”

Giving her what she needed, Titan hammered into her. Her little channel caressed him, milked him, burned him with her hunger. “Come for me, baby, I need you so much.” He slid his hands around to her front, one grasping a quivering globe, the other delving between her legs to find her clit.

Titan didn’t know if it was his words or his touch, but she bloomed for him, her body responding in the age-old way of a woman surrendering to a man. With a sexy cry, she came all over him, the pulsing spasms of her channel pushing him over the cliff—a stampede of sensation that kept his cock moving in and out of her long after the clasps of her pussy muscles had milked him of every drop.

Pulling out, he wrapped an arm around her and took her with him, him landing on his back and her spread on top of him like jam on toast. “Did I satisfy you, my Makenna?”

“Completely.” She sighed, relaxing fully against him. “Completely.”




Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream


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11/12/18

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10/26/18

#Fosteranauthor2018 #MC Policy Of Truth Scarlett Holloway #preorder #Reveal

                   
                        Policy Of Truth
                      Scarlett Holloway
                              Genre- Mc

 Character Interview.
Tamra Simons (Durty)

  1. What is name? and Personal history?
It’s Tamra, but you can call me Durty. I am the Road Captain for the Death’s Angels Motorcycle Club. I was born and raised in Shadow Falls, Calif., daughter to A. Simons, owner of Simons Realty and currently bartending at the Domino Effect.
  1. What flaw must you overcome by the end of the book?
Flaws?  Ugh, really? Who makes up these questions? Seriously? I guess it’s getting over the social standings that I was raised to observe. It’s difficult when you come from money to put that aside sometimes.
  1. What does character want from life?
I want to live life to the fullest and love the hardest.
  1. Who is your closest mundane friend? Describe them and how you relate to them.
That would be Flames. I guess we connected and grew close because we have similar backgrounds / pasts that we bonded over.  
  1. Who is your worst mundane enemy? Describe them and why you don't get along.
Barbie, the cut-slut. I swear, if she ever comes near anyone I am with, I will kill her. All she wants is to be an ol’lady and will do anything she can to get that status.
  1. What song is "your song?" Why?
Policy of Truth – Depeche Mode … the song fits my life more than I’d care to admit
  1. How private of a person are you? Why?
I run with an outlaw club, my life has to remain private.
  1. What would you wish for if you found a genie?
I have no idea. To see my mother one more time?
  1. What is your favorite food? What is your least favorite food?
Pastrami Burger from the Four Horsemen, and I cannot stand anything foul tasting .. liver, tripe …
         
 

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10/25/18

#FFA4 #boost #coverreveal Policy Of Truth by Scarlett Holloway #MC


                         Policy Of Truth
                       Scarlett Holloway 
Coming out October 31! Pre-order this Mc Novel now! 

Excerpt 3 –
Sting looked over as the crowd erupted into laughter and cheers when Lace entered the ring, waving her middle finger at Durty, who’d climbed up into the back of the truck so the crowd could see her when she made the contestant announcement.
“Payback is a bitch, Durty,” Lace called out over the spectators and their clapping.
Durty blew Lace a kiss, then locked eyes with Sting, causing him to lift up the corner of his mouth.
There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but whatever it was, she did it for him. He hated that he couldn’t tell her who he really was, but it was part of keeping them all safe.
“Umph!” The air rushed out of his lungs as he was hip checked by Viper, nearly sending him into the poor prospect standing on his other side. “I think you’ve bruised me enough for one week, Viper. My nuts are still recovering.”
“At least you aren’t singing soprano anymore.” Her brows bounced, arm lifting to point at Lace. “She get her coffee?”
“We both did, thanks.” Sting shifted his weight as Durty hit a cattle bell, the echo clanged to signal the start of the fight.
What happened next would forever be marked as the most dominating fight Sting had ever witnessed. It was blatantly obvious Lace was in no mood to be in the ring, standing there still as a tree, a look of sheer boredom written across her face. The other girl rushed toward Lace, her arms spread open in a clear attempt to grab Lace, using her size and weight as an advantage.
It never happened.
At the last possible second, Lace lunged forward, throwing a right cross while in mid-air, landing squarely on her opponent’s chin. Their bodies crashed into one another, the girl’s head snapped to the side just as blood splattered on the hay bales. Her body crumbled to the floor in a limp pile. Lace stood over the fallen opponent, composing herself, smoothing down the front of her shirt, before turning and strolling casually out of the ring.
“Holy shit,” Sting breathed out, impressed by the precision and quickness of the blow Lace dealt.
“Dude,” Viper laughed, falling into him. “Someone call Detective Benson. I have a rape to report.”
Fenix giggled, handing Lace a bottle of water as she exited the ring. “Damn, Lace. I’ve never seen anything like that.”
“Yeah, well, I bet she won’t charge someone like that again.”
“That was sick.” Sting had no other word for what he’d witnessed. “Battlegrounds my ass. It’s more like the KO Corral.”
Lace gave off a shrug. “Precision beats power and timing beats speed.”
Sting swore she blushed as she quoted a famous fighter. “If that’s the case, remind me not to piss you off, Lace.”

Synopsis –
After ending an abusive relationship, all Tamra ‘Durty’ Simons wanted was to reinvent herself and meeting Lace Beck gave her the opportunity to do just that.
However, a long journey of picking up the pieces didn't prepare her for Sting's appearance in her life.
Brett ‘Sting’ Jackson, was on a mission. Infiltrate the Death Angel MC and keep an eye on them. It was supposed to be simple─until Durty. Trying to gather intel was harder when falling for Durty seemed inevitable.
A foundation based on lies is sure to crumble, but when a rival club attacks the Angels, Sting and the Muerte Roja put their lives on the line to ensure Durty and the club is kept safe.
When the truth surfaces and passions ignite, will love be the only thing that survives?




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Playlist –
There is a LONG one, the title of the book is based off of the Depeche Mode song, Policy of Truth, every chapter is titled after a song that it was written to.

Elevator Pitch (10 second pitch that you would share in line at Starbuck’s if asked to describe the book) – SoA meets Game of Thrones meets Charlie’s Angels
Target Market Profile – 20 - 40 female
Competitive Analysis Identify 3-5 books that are similar in genre and content. –
●         None, the all-female MC is new
7 identifying terms. –  empowerment , romance, motorcycles, sisterhood
       

Which would Scarlett like to do, during a blitz or tour?

●        Author Interview – Yes
●        Character Interview – Yes
●        Review – Please
●        Take-Over –
●        Dream Cast –
●        Excepts –
●        Guest Posts –
●        Playlist –


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10/24/18

#FFA4 Policy Of Truth Reveal By Scarlett Holloway #McRomance


                        Policy Of Truth
                       Scarlett Holloway


Excerpt 2 –
He wasn’t expecting the bar tender to be the girl who laid the smack down on Chico.
She sashayed out from the back with bottles of sweet-and-sour, dropping them into the well and turning her attention to him. “Can I get you something, cowboy?”
How about a remedy for the insta-wood he got just looking at her?
Tight-ass jeans, boots, and a tank top that left little to the imagination? Yeah, she was looking mighty scrumptious and he was a hungry man. Her hair was pulled back out of her face, revealing the soft brown eyes that reminded him of a cup of hot cocoa. She barely wore any makeup, but with her milky complexion, she had no need for it.
“How about you surprise me with something?”
Her laughter was like wind chimes on a midsummer’s day, light and cheerful. Infectious. “You’re brave.”
“I don’t think a tall glass of bartender is on the drink list, is it?”
“Oh, good one.” She nodded, plucking up a glass from the side of the bar. “I think you’ll get a Durty Special.”
His brows shot up. “Durty Special? I’m almost afraid.”
“You should be.” She winked at him as she grabbed the black rum, pouring some into the glass after some ice was dumped into it.
“Name is Brett, what’s yours?”
“Tamra, but most everyone calls me Durty.”
“Nice to meet you, Tamra. Or maybe I’ll just call you Durty T.” Sting chuckled as he watched her add grape schnapps then layer green apple schnapps over it.
“Cute. Never been called that before, Cowboy Brett.”
Rolling his eyes, he lifted the drink, a bit scared to even try the damn thing. It was surprisingly good. The spice of the black rum canceled out the sweetness of the schnapps, but the flavors mixing was amazing. Who’d have thunk it?
“No, what would be cute, would be you up on the bar dancing for me.” Sting bounced his brows as he patted the bar top.
Glancing into the mirror behind the bar, it wasn’t hard to spot his brothers. T-Rex stood out like a sore thumb with his rockabilly style. Copper and Duke blended in, wearing their jeans and boots just like Brett. The coast was clear on the Warrior front.
Attention was drawn back to Durty as she actually jumped up onto the bar as Dirrty by Christina Aguilera, was the song pick of the moment. Leaning back to catch a better view of the little hottie before him, his brows rose slowly as her hips slowly rotate in time with the music.
Down boy, down!
Sting had to blink a couple of times and sit back in his seat to try and cool his jets. Durty put the tease in striptease, but without any article of clothing coming off. Her body undulated and rocked with the beats of the song, her head falling back to expose her long neck line. Sinking to her knees, she parted them as her hands ran up her thighs, her hips writhing as her hands made their way up her chest, then her throat, until they tangled in her hair, pulling it free of its hold.
He cleared his throat, glancing around him, almost paranoid at his own body’s reaction to the show before him. No one was paying attention to them, giving him some relief on a mental level, though he need to have a date with his left hand at this rate.
He swore a tiny moan rolled past her lips as she felt herself up, which was more of a turn on than her dance. Sting reached down to adjust himself, not caring if she saw him do it or not. She got the reaction she wanted with her little show.
Durty hopped off the bar as the music ended, gathering up her hair and placing it back into its ponytail. “Cute is for puppy dogs, by the way.”
Sting cleared his throat, then picked up his glass and finished the drink. “Point taken.”
Durty winked at him, grabbing his now empty glass. “Refill?”
“No, one’s good. I’m driving. I do have a question for you though.”
“Shoot.”
Taking out his cell phone, he opened his contacts and set it in front of her. “Put your hot self in my phone?”
Durty smiled, her tongue sweeping across her lips as she picked up the phone and punched in her numbers. Handing it back to him, she leaned against the well of the bar. “All saved.”
“I’ll be calling you.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Sting nodded, laughing under his breath as he rounded up the others and headed out. They’d be closing soon, and there was no need for them to shut the place down. No one would be making an appearance tonight.
Opening his phone, he looked at her saved information and burst out laughing. She’d given him a number all right—867-5309. The song would play in his head all night long—good luck sleeping.

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10/23/18

Policy of Truth Excerpt #ScarlettHolloway #McRomance #FosterAnAuthor2018

        POLICY OF TRUTH EXCERPT 1
           BY SCARLETT HOLLOWAY
                 

Word Count –  106, 826
Genre – MC Romance
Violence Level
(Scale of 1 to 5, Five being the Highest) –
●         3 to 4
Heat Level (See Scale Below) –
●        Highly Sensual - 3 (can include hot, frequent love scenes, standard for mainstream romance)

Excerpt (1-3 per book)
Excerpt 1 –
A light drizzle was starting as a crack of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the parking lot as the man struck the girl across her face, sending her spinning to the ground.
Lace released an exasperated sigh and hung her head, hands on her hips.
“Lace?” Durty’s voice cracked in sheer anger as the man pulled back his leg, kicking the girl in her ribs as she laid there, a cry of pain echoing in the night.
“Go.”
That was all she needed. Her sisters had her back, but she had doubts she was going to need their help. Durty was next to the male before he knew what hit him. Not a single thought went through her head as she faced the man—or was it her past?
Seeing the man strike the girl, who was cradled in Curby’s arms, was enough to send her reeling into the past and her ex taking out his bad day on her.
Not. Gonna. Happen.
Durty grabbed the man by his forearm and spun him around to face her. “Did that make you feel like a real man? Huh? Did your little prick get hard thinking you’re so strong?”
“Who the fuck are you?” He jerked his arm away, baring his un-brushed snarl at her, flashing the full effect of his moldy teeth.
Oh joy. A meth-head.
Curby and Stellar scrambled to get the wounded girl up and out of the way. It wasn’t going to be this asshole’s day.
Durty flashed her own, much whiter snarl his way. “As cliché as it sounds, you dumbass, piece of shit motherfucker, I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
“A woman.” He chuckled. “Yeah right. What you gonna do to me, huh? Tickle me to death?” He stepped one inch too far into her personal space. Lifting his hand, he took a hold of one of the auburn waves of hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Or maybe…” He pumped his brows as he ran his filthy finger down her throat toward her chest. “Just maybe, I’ll just have to lick you to death, hmmm?”
Excuse her while she puked a little in her mouth. Bile rose up her throat as the creep tried to get all sexy with her. She gagged it back down and swatted away his hand.
Angrily, he snapped. “Don’t touch me, fucking whore.” The man reached toward her face as he spoke once more. “I’ll teach you some manners.”
Durty growled as she stepped toward him, grabbing his right hand with her left, squeezing the thumb pad and twisting his hand back away from him in a wrist lock. As he cried out, in a mixture of shock and pain, Durty swung her right fist directly into his Adam’s apple, sending him careening to the ground on his back
Lighting tore across the desert sky as he lay coughing and choking, clutching his throat.
“You bitch!” The girl screeched at Durty, trying to wrestle free of the hold she was in. “Leave him alone!”
Durty laughed. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Cutting her glance away from the sprawled-out male, her attention diverted to the she-bitch yowling at her. “You’re not a punching bag, believe it or not. You’ll thank us later.”
The male staggered to his feet, lurching toward her.
He missed.
Durty was fucking with him now, dodging his feeble attempts to grab her.
“Quit playing with your meal, Durty, and just get your fill so we can get her out of here.” Lace sighed.
“Fine.” Durty pouted as she took a hold of his wrist once more when he made another feeble attempt to lunge at her. She easily swatted him on the back of the head, and then planted her right foot square on his ass and gave it a nice shove, sending him tumbling to his knees on the parking lot gravel, backhanding the male as he made another attempt at grabbing her.
Durty straddled the man to put him in a choke hold, but yelped in surprise as she was tackled off him, rolling on the wet asphalt. “What the hell?” she yelled in confusion as Curby ran over to yank the hell-cat off her. “Are you fucking crazy?”
She scrambled to her feet to slap some sense into the girl, but Lace’s voice, filled with venom, stopped her in her tracks. “Move your hand away from the gun.”
The male reached for a gun in his waist-band, but by his now swelling cheek bone, Durty could only assume Lace kicked him in the face to protect her.  The heel of Lace’s boot, with a spur on it, was at the base of the male’s throat, the sharp edges of the wheel digging into the flesh of his neck.
The man refused, forcing Lace to press harder with her heel, an edge pricking the skin of his throat. The trickle of blood must’ve been the trigger because he moved his hand away from the butt of the gun.

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