Cover Reveal & Pre-Order! Forget Me Not by #Author Willow Winters

Title: Forget Me Not 

Author: Willow Winters 

Genre: Romance 

I fell in love with a boy a long time ago. 

I was only a small girl. Scared and frightened, I was taken from my home and held against my will. His father hurt me, but he protected me and kept me safe as best he could. 

Until I left him. 

I ran the first chance I got and even though I knew he wasn’t behind me, I didn’t stop. The branches lashed out at me, punishing me for leaving him in the hands of a monster. 

I’ve never felt such guilt in my life.

Although I survived, the boy was never found. I prayed for him to be safe. I dreamed he’d be alright and come back to me. Even as a young girl I knew I loved him, but I betrayed him. 

Twenty years later, all my wishes came true. 

But the boy came back a man. With a grip strong enough to keep me close and a look in his eyes that warned me to never dare leave him again. I was his to keep after all. 

Twenty years after leaving one hell, I entered another. Our tale was only just getting started. 

It’s dark and twisted.

But that doesn’t make it any less of what it is. 

A love story. Our love story.





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I like my action hot and my bad boys hotter. And I don't hold back on either one in my writing.  I'm so happy to be a #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. I'm so grateful and honored!  I actually started writing after having my little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during my pregnancy with her I read. I only wanted to read romance, and I read EVERYTHING. I would read a book a day — sometimes two.  In January 2016 I was staying up late with her and just thinking of all these stories.  They came to me constantly. And I finally sat down and just started writing. I always wanted to do it so I figured, why not? I never thought I would reach this point of success, to be honest. It’s insane to me that I have so many fans. And I love each and every one of them for all of their support.

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Sinful Sunday!

It’s Sinful Sunday! I wanted to do something fun today and share with you a hot, sexy scene straight out of my book Legends of Deceit. All my books have romance and sex scenes in them, btw. This excerpt is kinda long, you guys, but hot, hot. So if you’re feeling a bit naughty check it outà
He placed his free hand on my other cheek and gently lifted my chin. I think I stopped breathing as a shock of heat went through me. “She knew.”

“She knew what?” I whispered breathlessly.

He skimmed his thumb across my lips. I parted them slightly, staring into his green eyes. “How much I’m in love with you. Nothing means more to me than you, Alaris, and now after what Mardella said, I don’t care if the people in Atheon know it, whereas before I was trying to adhere to the image a warrior plays in the eyes of the public.”

“I’m in love with you, too,” I said.

His lips pressed against mine, searing me with their heat.  A tiny whimper issued from me as I kissed him back. All of the pent up desire I had for Larkin since he reentered my life exploded and my kiss turned urgent. I parted my mouth and intertwined my tongue with his. He was like a balm to my aching heart, soothing it with his touch. I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and through his hair, crushing my body against his, feeling the hardness straining against his pants. There was a wet throbbing sensation between my legs that ached for him to penetrate deep inside me.

“Please make love to me,” I said.

He pulled back, his eyes hooded with desire. A spark of concern entered them. “Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you at your most vulnerable state.”

I nodded. “I’m positive. I want you . . . unless you don’t want me.”

The look in his eyes turned serious with a burning yearning in them that matched his husky voice—the same tone I found unbelievably sexy from day one. “I’ve always wanted you and have dreamed of this very moment for more times than I can count.” 

He skimmed his fingers over my swollen lips. I parted them, releasing a slow breath as I ran a hand up beneath his shirt, feeling the ripples of his tight abs contract. He took his shirt off, revealing his muscular frame. I followed suit, never taking my eyes off of him, leaving on my white lacy bra. Then I pulled the elastic out from my ponytail, allowing my hair to cascade around my shoulders and back. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist while kissing him deeply. He pushed my back against the wall in the hallway, his lips trailing down and up my neck, driving me crazy. I pointed to the spare bedroom. When we entered, he set me on my feet and unhooked the front of my bra, releasing my perky breasts. He cupped one of them into his warm hand, bent his head, and took my erect nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it and gently pinched the bud between his teeth, sending pleasurable electroshocks throughout my body. With his free hand, he undid my pants, and pulled them down along with my panties. I stepped out of them, and with my back against the wall, his mouth still on my nipple, his fingers went between my legs. They slid up and down my slick folds, over my clitoris, then inside me in a repetitive motion, slowly at first, but when a soft moan escaped me, he quickened his pace, his fingers sliding in me faster, deeper, then over my sex and clit. I moved my hips in time with his motion. My breath grew shorter and coarser, my moans louder. He moved to my next breast and paid the same attention as he had done to the other one, his fingers still working me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have him.

“I want you inside of me,” I huffed.

His hand and mouth stopped for a split second in hesitation, giving me the opportunity to reach down and undo his pants. He took them off, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the bed. I crawled onto it and pulled him down on top of me. Placing my hands above my head, he passionately kissed me, whispering he loved me against my lips.

“I love you, too,” I said, then made a sound between a whimper and a sigh when he entered me and slowly moved in and out. I gyrated my hips in time with his.

He groaned. “God, you feel good.”

The room was bathed in moonlight from the twin moons being full tonight, and the sounds of our short quick breaths and pleasures encompassed us, temporarily blocking out the outside world and what lay ahead of us.

He reached down and stroked and rubbed my clit, and at the same time, his warm lips kissed down my neck, followed by his teeth scraping slowly across my collarbone. My body tensed. My stomach and vaginal walls tightened with a violent pulsing heat that radiated upward and across my body. I arched my back and cried out as my body twitched and shuddered, releasing its juices. He was still inside me, his hips still in motion. There was a coy, sexy smile on his lips, and his eyes were filled with desire. His black hair was messy, and his muscular body rippled in the bright white light, gleaming with sheens of sweat.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said, pushing myself up, rolling over on top of him, our connection never broken. I teased and pleasured him, driving him to the precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm, only to pull back long enough for him to slow his breathing. I straddled him and moved my hips in circles, then rocked them. A deep throaty groan rumbled in his throat. His fingers went to my sweet spot, once again, stroking and rubbing it. I quickened my pace and felt the fluttering inside me, the hot pressure exploding the same time his did, his body buckling and jerking. I fell into his arms, happy for the first time in I didn’t know how long.

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Grabbed me from the first page! I found it impossible to put down. ★★★★★

I loved this story! The characters are well developed and I didn't want to stop reading! Rebekkah Ford is a wonderful storyteller. I'm looking forward to more in this series. ★★★★★ 


Release Blitz! #MomFail Anthology & #Giveaway!!

Cover Design: MadHat Books
Release Date: July 25, 2017


Everyone just stop for one bleeping minute so we can all get real with each other. Being a mom is some tough $#!†. You're constantly wearing questionable substances that make you ask, "is this chocolate or ... oh, crap ..." and your purse is merely a receptacle for three-week-old snacks and broken crayons.

Let's be honest ... even when we're doing this “mom” thing right, we're somehow doing it completely wrong.

Pardon us while we dust off our collective Mother of the Year trophy and proudly present you with an epic anthology of #MOMFAILS.

*Stories inspired by real life (unless you’re a cop, then it’s all complete fiction). Names and situations have been changed to protect the guilty (and by guilty, we mean the moms). Because motherhood is a battlefield and we're all just trying to survive by any means necessary.

Featuring this amazing lineup: Alissa York, A.M. Willard, BL Berry, Carina Adams, Claudia Burgoa, Crystal Burnette, Dylan Allen, Faith Andrews, Gia Riley, J.A. DeRouen, Kate Anslinger, Leddy Harper, LK Collins, LL Collins, Marie James, Piper Rayne, Riann C. Miller, Shari J. Ryan, Stephanie Rose, Stephie Walls, SM West, TL Swan, Teresa Michaels, and foreword written by: Nicole Kane Knepper.


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Release Blitz! Zane (Inked Brotherhood) by #Author Jo Raven

Title: Zane (Tattoo Bruderschaft)
Autor: Jo Raven 

Von der "New York Times" und "USA Today" Bestseller-Autorin JO RAVEN

Sie nennen mich Zen-man, den Besonnenen, den Beschützer. Ich kümmere mich um alle, nehme sie auf, suche ihnen ein neues Zuhause. Sie halten mich für einen ruhigen und gelassenen Kerl; jemand, der sich seiner Sache sicher ist, der weiß, was zu tun ist. Sie glauben, mich so zu sehen, wie ich bin. Sie glauben, mich zu kennen.

Aber sie liegen alle falsch, denn in meinem Inneren ist etwas zerbrochen. In meiner Seele klafft ein großes Loch, das ich nicht schließen kann; eine anschwellende Finsternis. Ich habe die tiefsten Abgründe der Hölle gesehen und niemand kommt von dort unbeschadet zurück. Das Leben in Pflegeheimen hat mich schwer geschädigt und ich werde einzig und allein von einem dünnen Faden zusammengehalten.

Also schlafe ich wild in der Gegend herum und gehe nie mit jemandem aus, halte die Bräute auf Abstand. Denn eines Tages wird der Faden bei mir reißen und wenn es soweit ist, kann ich niemandem garantieren, nicht zusammen mit mir ins Unglück gestürzt zu werden. 

Und dennoch ist da dieses Mädchen, das sich nicht vertreiben lässt. Dakota. Sie ist heiß und ich kann nicht leugnen, dass ich sie will. Aber sie kommt immer wieder zu mir zurück, lässt nicht locker, versucht mich zum Reden zu bringen, dass ich mich ihr gegenüber öffne.

Sie hat keine Ahnung, dass sie mit dem Feuer spielt. Wenn die Dämonen an die Oberfläche gelangen, sollte sie besser so weit wie möglich von mir entfernt sein, genau wie alle anderen.

Zane ( Inked Brotherhood) 

*** USA Today Bestseller - New Adult Contemporary Romance***
From USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Jo Raven comes the third installment in the Inked Brotherhood series which began with ASHER.

They call me Zen-man, the cool-headed one, the protector. I keep an eye out for everyone, take them in, find them homes. They think I’m the calm and collected one, the self-assured one, the one who knows the way. They think they see me. They think they know me.

But they’re all wrong because inside I’m broken. I have a jagged hole in my soul I can’t fix, a festering blackness. I’ve been to the pits of hell, and nobody comes back unscathed. Life in foster care fucked me up, and now a thread is all that’s holding me together.

So I sleep around and never date, keeping chicks away. One day I’ll snap, and when I do, there’s no telling who I might take down with me.

All the same, there’s this one girl who won’t be scared away. Dakota. She’s hot, and I won’t deny I want her. But she keeps coming back, pushing me, trying to get me to talk, to open up to her.

She has no idea she’s playing with fire. When the demons come, she’d better be far away from me, just like everyone else.

Standalone novel. No cliffhanger.

*Warning: This book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young readers.*

Inked Brotherhood Series:

Five boys brought together by fate. Five young men trying to overcome their troubled pasts. Five tattoos marking them as a brotherhood built on tragedy. Will they find understanding and rise above the pain?

Five girls tied by friendship. Five young women fighting their own demons. Five lives laced with sorrow. Will they be strong enough to save the men they love and make them happy?

The series comprises five interconnected, stand-alone novels: Asher, Tyler, Zane, Dylan and Rafe.

Kiss me Goodbye, a short prequel to ASHER, is now FREE!!
DYLAN, book 4 in the series, 

Jo Raven schreibt erotische New Adult Romane. Sie liebt sexy Bad Boys und willensstarke Heldinnen, ihre Zeit widmet sie sowohl dem Schreiben als auch dem Lesen. Wenn sie nicht gerade neue Geschichten ausheckt, werkelt sie in ihrer chaotischen Küche herum und träumt von Reisen nach Indien und Japan.    

Jo Raven writes New Adult erotic romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to India and Japan. 


Teaser Tuesday!

Teaser Tuesday!

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy
Rebekkah Ford draws you in and holds you so tight you feel breathless~Chloe Thurlow author of Katie in Love

Ameerah is a ghostly paranormal with a historical twist. Well-researched, well-written, and fun to read~Amazon reader.

In life, Ameerah is a rebellious flapper gal from the 1920s. In death, she's a vengeful ghost~Amazon reader.


After the horrid bath, Norma threw a towel at me, along with a gray and black checkered cotton dress, white undergarments, gray socks, and black slippers. I put the clothes on, refusing to look at my tormentors. Afterward, Florence took a comb to my hair. Closing my eyes, I endured the rough tugging the best I could, but when the teeth of the comb touched the sore spot on the back of my head, along with Florence’s rough pulling, I hollered, “Ow!” and my hand automatically knocked her hand away, my palm covering that sensitive area. The next thing I knew, I was being yanked backward by my hair.
“You will not disrespect me,” Florence said, gripping my tresses harder. “You will take what I dish out. Period!”
Something snapped inside my brain. The fear of all the consequences I’d have to bear for my actions was gone.
I had enough.
I backed into her in quick steps, and with all my strength, I shoved her into a wall, driving my elbow as hard as I could into her stomach. She let out a sharp gasp and released her grip. Norma charged me, her manly features contorted into a mask of anger. I dodged her and went to grab a wooden chair near the tub. I could have run out of the room, but then what? I had no way of unlocking the doors, so my plan was simple: knock Norma and Florence out with the chair, take the keys and everything else from them, and bust out of here. But when I picked it up, I could hardly lift it. I hadn’t realized how weak I was from the lack of nutrition. I turned and was met with a hard blow square in the face. A loud crunching noise came from my nose, and blood poured out like a running faucet. My hands immediately went up in front of me, and I couldn’t see anything because my eyes were watering from Norma’s punch. The sudden pain almost blinded me.
“We need to teach Sixty-four to respect her elders,” I heard Florence say.
I was roughly shoved backward into the bathtub. The sound of water splashing onto the floor surrounded me when I fell in. I was sitting sideways in the middle, my feet sticking up, my clothes soaked.
I swung my feet in while flinging water at them. “Get away from me!”
“It’s too late for this one,” Norma said, pushing my shoulders down into the soiled liquid and then my head.
My arms flung up to stop her, but Florence snatched my wrists and locked them to my sides. I kicked my feet as hard as I could and in panic, my body twisted back and forth in a struggle to survive. I ran out of breath, and my mouth opened, allowing the water to pour inside me. My chest and lungs were on fire, and everything became yellow and started to fade.
Some birds cannot be caged, and I’m one of them.
A sudden blackness followed, along with a fierce hate that swelled in my heart toward humanity. I detested humans, and mark my words, I would get my revenge on those who wronged me.  
I was in a black void.
One Mississippi.
Two Mississippi.
Three Mississippi.
Three seconds later, everything turned bright white, but it didn’t harm my eyes. Silhouettes of people stood in the distance. There were a couple fellas wearing top hats among the group. I could hear them inside my head; their voices were much clearer and brighter than on earth. It was as if the sun shined on each spoken word. They were talking about my arrival. Curious. But then someone said murder when another asked how I died. The anger in me boiled when sharp images of my demise took hold of me, and the thread of communication between us distorted. The air swirled around me. A grayish, black funnel formed, encasing me inside its belly.
Don’t be afraid.
I wasn’t, I told the phantom voice. The resentment I harbored was too intense to bother with such frivolities. My state of being was wound tightly with sinews of hate, revenge, disgust, and the like.
 In a matter of seconds, I found myself in a dreary realm, standing on a wooden bridge. A wrought iron lamp post was positioned on both ends. A golden hue lit its glass case. Mist rose from the dark water below, and tall ebony trees stretched across the landscape, their bare limbs webbing the greenish, yellowish sky.
“Where am I?” I wondered out loud, more intrigued than scared. In fact, I felt a sense of elation rather than doom, like I was on the cusp of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could elevate me in ways I’d never imagined.
“You’re at a recruiting station.”
My eyes darted around me, looking for the owner of the voice I heard. A tall fella appeared through a break between the trees. I crossed the bridge and met him halfway. His attire reminded me of the bartender at Slim’s speakeasy: brown trousers, matching suspenders, newsboy hat, and an off-white long sleeved button-up shirt—a familiar sight that warmed my heart. I instantly liked him.
“Recruiting station?” I was off the trolley, because I didn’t understand what he meant. “I see no one here but us?”
His welcoming smile reached his deep blue eyes. “I have a lot to teach you, lass, but before my manners run away from me, I’m Aidan Cain Logan to be precise. If you accept my offer, I’ll help you along.” I opened my mouth to introduce myself, but he spoke before I could, his Irish accent sprinkling each word. “Ameerah Arrowood. No middle name. I know all about you, so there is no need for you to layout your biography.”
“How?” I was dumbfounded he had knowledge of my existence and wondered if he really did know everything about me and my life on earth or if he was fooling me.
He moved his hand above his head clockwise. The trees vanished, revealing a vast, endless field of crushed wheat. Groups of shadowy figures in pairs were scattered across the planes. He repeated his gesture; only, this time his hand went counterclockwise instead. The image disappeared, replaced by the prior one.
“Just because your eyes cannot see what’s around you, doesn’t mean it’s not there,” he simply stated. “On the matter of me knowing who you are, the best way I can explain it is each recruiter is assigned a certain area on earth. When a spirit harbors and emits an energy, much like our own, we’re drawn to it. We watch it.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about his admission. Was he the cause of all the turmoil in my life? “Did you have a hand in my demise?”
His brown hair brushed back and forth against his collar when he shook his head. “Nah, I’ve never toyed with your life. I like your spunk. Besides, recruiters can’t possess soulless humans or humans who allow us passage into their bodies unless we’re on duty with a newbie.”
“Soulless humans?”
“There are people born without a soul,” he said as if it were old news. “Dark spirits can dwell in these soulless humans, live the life they desire, and enjoy the pleasures of being back in the flesh, such as sex, alcohol, drugs, food, and whatnot. It’s quite fun actually. I’m looking forward to jumping into the game again.”
My thoughts spun.
Dark spirits?
Soulless humans?
Normally, I would think he was full of baloney, but considering where I was and what I’d seen thus far, I had no reason not to believe him.
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