GIVEAWAY’s by ME

Hello all, I want to thank you ALL for being a big supporter of my VLOG. Over the last couple of months I have posted to my A Day With Ethel Facebook page several giveaways. Well really no one has entered them. This kinda hurt my feelings, I know I need to get over it,…

Sugar by Mandi Beck

I may have a past that haunts me and she may
have a habit of getting attached, but damn if I don’t want to show her just how
good this bad boy can be.

Gridlocked by Maren Lee

He’s a good cop, a master marksman, and spends his free time taking care of his mother, but his social skills and English language proficiency (for a third generation American raised in Montana) are somewhat lacking. Because of this, he doesn’t think he has any chance with the smart, beautiful Dr. Molly Mooney. 

COVER REVEAL: Summer Break by Andrea Johnston

  Title: Summer Break (Phoebe & Madsen Part 2) Author: Andrea Johnston Release Date: August 25, 2017 Cover Design: Uplifting Designs Synopsis: I promised her we’d be more. I promised I’d let her set the pace. I keep my promises. Phoebe Stromberg is the sun and moon to my day. She sets my heart and…

Love Sick by HJ Bellus

#OnTour with @HeaBookToursPR @HJBellus | #HBTPRM NOW LIVE ❤ ➜ #LoveSick, a #RomanticComedy by USA Today Best Selling Author HJ Bellus & 10 of her Street Team Members! 🌊 “The Waves of Love Can Make You Sick” 🌊 A Reckless Series Spin-off AVAILABLE ON #AMAZON & #KU! 🌊 Kindle US: http://amzn.to/2ukz031 🌊 Paperback: http://amzn.to/2ujcclJ 🌊…

Preservation By Kate Canterbary

One wild weekend.

After waking up in bed

together—very naked and even more hungover—the terms and conditions of their

arrangement no longer apply. Now they’re faced with something riskier than

exposing their fake relationship:

letting go of the past and zipping up the future.
 
Some things have to

fall apart before they can be put back together.

Called Out by Jen Doyle

She was glad she’d chosen to wear a formfitting tank top underneath rather than one of the ratty T-shirts she typically pulled on for a morning at the house. Not bothering to move the fabric aside, he bent down and took her nipple in his teeth and tugged.
Holy. Lord. She almost came right there. If she’d been able to breathe she would have grabbed his hair and held him there. That alone would have been enough. But before she could catch her breath, he’d sunk down to his knees and begun to pull her sweats and underwear down over her hips.
If she’d been in her right mind, she might have been worried about the stretch marks—she’d carried triplets, for God’s sake—or the not-tight-enough skin or, well, everything. But none of that seemed to matter as he pushed up the hem of her tank top and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her stomach. Trailed his tongue to her hip. Brushed his fingertips down her legs as he leaned in to kiss the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh.
He pulled back slightly and for a second time stood still. She was trembling. Quivering. Tears were falling from her eyes from the sheer perfection of it all. And then, as if she weren’t already so turned on she was about to explode, he made one of those eminently male, you-are-mine growls before he leaned in and undid her.
That was the only word for it. He held her to his mouth and feasted. He lapped at her clit, thrust his tongue inside, pressed against her with his chin… She arched up into him, grabbed the sides of the dryer for all she was worth, and bit down on her lip so she didn’t give away to the whole house that Jack had just shown her the true meaning of bliss. He coaxed her through every single second of the most glorious orgasm she’d ever had. She wanted to roar. She wanted to scream and cry out to the whole world that she’d just found the Holy Grail and they hadn’t even had sex.
At what point she finally collapsed she had no idea; just that she could feel Jack bring her pants back up over her legs, pull her tank top back down, and wrap the sweater around her again. Then he pulled her into his arms and tucked her head into his chest and held her as, still shaking, she came down.
She was mentally present enough to realize he was still hard—even to register that she not just needed to return the favor, but that she desperately wanted to. Except, oh, for Heaven’s sake, she was crying.
“I’m not sad,” she said into his chest.
He chuckled. “No, babe. I got that.”
“And I’m not about to go all crazy clingy,” she added, despite the fact that she couldn’t physically remove herself from his arms yet. “I’ll let go as soon as I can walk again.”
“No rush.” The smile was still in his voice. “We can stay just like this for as long as you like.”
Using the principle of gravity, it was actually possible for her to let her hand drop down between them and at least get a little bit of a feel. Despite his appearing cool and calm, he sucked in a breath as her hand tightened around him.
“Maybe not quite as long as originally thought,” he said, his voice cracking a little.
To the contrary. “Longer.” And thicker, come to think of it.