Summer Heat – 10 Sizzling
Romances for 99 Cents
Do you like it hot? Crimson Romance
just released a new 10-book box set of their steamiest titles for
only $0.99. You heard
right! These aren’t short stories or
novellas but ten full-length romances all in one big bundle for less than a
dollar. Bought separately, you would pay over $40 for these same books. This collection will be available for a limited
time , so don’t miss out!
On an even tighter budget? Kindle Unlimited subscribers can
borrow all the individual titles FREE as part of their subscription. Just click
the Free on Kindle Unlimited links under
each title below to download.
Blurb:
When the summer sun beats down on the beach, Crimson Romance turns up
the sizzle between the pages. From hot bikers to powerful venture capitalists
and those oh-so-sexy military men in—and out—of uniform, these ten books put
the spotlight on the heroes who make us melt.
Where to Buy:
Summer Heat
includes all 10 of the following titles:
The Wicked Bad by Karyn Gerrard
Is Veronica a good girl who longs to rub against...The
Wicked Bad?
Infamous by Irene Preston
Prelude to a Seduction by Lotchie Burton
Can an unexpected romance develop between an over-confident,
on-the-prowl playboy and his unsuspecting and uncompromising prey?
Inventing Sin by Alicia Thorne
Dumped by her ho-hum boyfriend, English professor Gabriella
Kurtz invents the perfect imaginary man to replace him . . . and gets the
surprise of her lifetime when a real flesh-and-blood hero takes advantage of
her little white lie.
His Fantasy Maid
by Susan Blexrud
Dr. Amy Maitland is a first year resident physician, but she
leads a double life...as a fantasy maid.
Island Pursuits by
Heather Rodney-Diaz
Adrian and Cory begin a sizzling affair in their island
paradisebut what they both discover about the past threatens to destroy any
chance of a happily ever after.
Dangerous Love by Lilou DuPont
In Prague
Her New Worst Enemy by Christy McKellen
Ellie's no-strings weekend fling with her brother's best
friend should be the easiest thing in the world to walk away from, so why is
she finding it so difficult?
Blitzkrieg Love by Livia Olteano
Ellie's no-strings weekend fling with her brother's best
friend should be the easiest thing in the world to walk away from, so why is
she finding it so difficult?
As If You Never Left Me by Katriena Knights
Rey wants Joely back, But will his carefully laid plans
disintegrate when she finds out what really brought him home to Colorado
Still not sure? Here are a few excerpts to help you make up your mind!
The Wicked Bad by Karyn Gerrard
Blurb:
Dark and brooding, Nick Crocetti is a bad boy in looks and
demeanor. Veronica Barnes needs a new start, and Nick is a complication she
doesn’t need.
Can they break down the barriers of past heartbreak, or is
Veronica just a good girl who longs to rub against “the wicked bad”?
Excerpt:
She followed him toward the beach. The shoreline wasn’t very
big, but private, as you couldn’t see the road or much else from their vantage
point. Wonder how many other women he brought here, she thought cynically.
He spread the blanket and assisted her in sitting down.
Again, the touch of his hand made her face flush as well as parts further
south. Nick sat next to her with one leg bent and he rested his arm on the top
of his knee. They sat quietly and gazed out over the water. The waves caressed
the sand with a serene almost hypnotic sound.
“I saw you talking to that wuss, Jake Spooner, as I left the
other day. I can imagine what he said about me,” Nick said in a voice so soft,
she hardly recognized it as his.
Veronica cleared her throat uncomfortably.
Nick laughed. “I see. Go on, amuse me, what did he say?”
“Um, he said you were in prison—” she began.
“Jail. Not prison,” he retorted.
“There’s a difference?”
“You’ve got the cop for a brother, you tell me,” Nick
snapped. He shook his head, more gently he said, “Sorry. It’s a touchy subject.
City jail, for assault and destruction of property. Prison usually means a
state or federal beef. Mine was local and a long time ago. I did my time and
it’s over. I don’t like talking about it.”
“He called you a thug and said you deal drugs among other
things.” She shouldn’t be telling him this, but the words tumbled out of her.
“Really? And still you went out with me? Are you some thrill
seeker, one of those good girls eager to rub up against some wicked bad? Is
that why you’re here? I’ll be as bad as you want, just say the word.”
His voice grew tight and edgy. Barely restrained anger
simmered below the surface, she could hear it.
“I’m just telling you what Jake said, you asked.”
Nick stared at her for several moments. “Yeah. I did. Sorry.
I haven’t been out on a date in awhile.”
“You haven’t been with any women...”
“Oh, I didn’t say I haven’t been with women, just haven’t
been on a date.” The right corner of his mouth twitched in what Veronica
supposed was amusement.
About Karyn:
Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario , Canada
Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own
hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.
Infamous by Irene Preston
Blurb:
Jessica Sinclair is Hollywood
Excerpt:
In the elevator, he fumbled for
the room key that would allow them access to the suites on the top floors. His
hands felt big and awkward as they swiped the key through the reader. If you stripped me naked on the hors
d’oeuvres table. . . .Christ. She always had a way of knocking him
off balance, of peeling away every last bit of self control. She had thrown the
words out so casually, and as soon as she said them he had pictured doing just
that—imagined shoving aside the crudités and shrimp cocktail and spreading her
out like his own personal feast.
The doors closed and she was in
his arms. He pushed her against the elevator wall, his tongue thrusting
urgently into her mouth. She wound around him, humming incoherent words of
encouragement. They weren’t nearly close enough. She tilted her head back,
inviting his tongue deeper. He was drowning in the taste of her when he felt
her hands slide down between them. His body jerked.
They were still in the elevator.
He was damned if he was going to make love in a public elevator. He managed to
wrest her hands away from him and anchored them above her head with one of his
own.
“Not here.” Could she hear the desperation in his voice?
About Irene
Irene Preston has to write romances-after all, she's living
one! As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away
on a romantic honeymoon across Europe . Today
they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin , Texas
His Fantasy Maid by Susan
Blexrud
Blurb:
On the eve of Jake Sinclair’s bachelor party, his best man
surprises him with a fantasy maid named Amy. Clad in a bikini, she cleans his
house and jump starts his heart. She's beautiful, smart, and compassionate. Why
is a woman like this working as a fantasy maid? A few days later, with thoughts
still distracted by the enigmatic Amy, Jake crashes his car and wakes in the
hospital emergency room where his fantasy maid is now wearing scrubs and
wielding a stethoscope. Is she an hallucination, or is his fantasy maid a
doctor?
Excerpt:
If I believed the adage, “you are what you do,” my
self-concept would be in the toilet, so to speak. I clean houses in a bikini or French maid
get-up, client’s choice, which contributes little to making the world a better
place. As a result, my adage is, “you
are what you become,” because I’m becoming a doctor.
But today, I’m Amy Maitland, fantasy maid.
My best friend and fellow medical resident, Ellen, knows
about my undercover life working for Fantasy Maids, but she’s the only
one. If word got out at the College of Medicine
I’d be the laughingstock of the University of Central
Florida
That being said, it’s not the worst job in the world. I’ve been a fantasy maid for almost two
years, and so far, none of my clients has tried to assault me. But it’s always
a possibility, considering Florida
About Susan:
Susan Blexrud hails from Orlando
but currently lives in the mountains of Asheville ,
North Carolina
Dangerous Love by Lilou
DuPont
Blurb:
In Prague Chicago
advertising agency, Laura cashes in her stock options, quits her job, and moves
to Prague
Excerpt:
“Oh!” Laura cried out. There were other passengers in the
railcar, but Byron did not seem to care. Presumably, he knew what they could
(or could not) get away with on a train in Europe .
He glided his hand past her panties and went right for her gash.
“Oh!” she cried out again. Their railcar entered a tunnel
while another train blasted by them, gusting in the opposite direction. They
were engulfed by a deep rumble and darkness. Byron sheltered her in his arms,
protecting her from any danger. When they emerged from the tunnel, they were
overwhelmed by sunlight.
He covered her eyes with his hands, as if blindfolding her.
Finally, he kissed her on the mouth. His fingers separated, allowing in a burst
of white light. It was ordinary daylight and she was on a midday train,
somewhere in Bohemia Space
Mountain
The tip of his tongue entered her mouth and teased her. She
wanted it down her throat. From the tacky seat, she lifted up her buttocks,
struggling to be as close to him as possible.
He reached inside the low, scooped out neckline of her
peasant dress. He attacked her nipples, brushing them back and forth. Laura was
so stimulated she wanted to scream. He restrained her by kissing her again. Now
his tongue aggressively explored her. She sucked on it, wanting much, much
more.
About Lilou:
Lilou DuPont graduated from Bryn
Mawr College
with a degree in Philosophy and studied Erotic Writing at The New School in New York City Washington , DC Bucharest , Romania
Her New Worst Enemy by
Christy McKellen
Blurb:
Six months ago Ellie Holdsworthy’s life was all planned out
- kids, wedding, happy ever after - until her boyfriend dumped her for another
woman. Now her best friend, Penny - an heiress to a small fortune - looks set
to run off with a gold-digger and Ellie is determined to save her from certain
doom. Unfortunately, the only person who can help is the one person she’d
rather not ask...
Little does Ellie know, persuading her brother’s best friend
- commitment phobic, playboy businessman, Gideon DeLancy- to hold an
intervention at his beautiful Georgian manor would be the easy part. Keeping
her hands off him is a whole other matter.
Excerpt:
Gideon grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her body,
pushing her breasts forwards even more. He held both wrists captive with one
hand and pressed his body closer to her, trapping them. She gasped as his erection
pushed against the top of her buttocks.
“See how much you turn me on,” he whispered again into her
ear, his eyes not leaving hers in the reflection.
Blood pounded between her legs causing a hard ache of need,
and she pushed her buttocks against him, loving the feeling of his obvious
arousal for her.
As she stared back at the mirror she was amazed to see how
different she looked now. Her breasts were high and full pushed forward and with
her pelvis tipped back, her stomach seemed flatter and tighter. For the first
time in a very long time she looked at her body, really looked at it, and liked
what she saw.
“You see,” he said, kissing along the top of her shoulder.
“Gorgeous.”
He released his hold on her captured wrists and ran his
fingers across where her collar bones pushed against her flesh, to the dip of
her neck, then skimmed down over her breasts, down her stomach to the top of her
jeans.
He pulled the buttons roughly open and slipped his hands
inside, under her panties, before pushing them down over her legs.
“Step out of them,” he murmured, and she did as she was
told. She was now standing naked in front of a mirror. In front of Gideon.
“Bend forward and put your hands against the mirror,” he
said.
“What?” Her voice was shaky and light with arousal.
“Just do it, Ellie,” he said, kicking her clothes away from
them.
About Christy:
B.K. (Before Kids) Christy worked as a Video and Radio Producer
in London and Nottingham .
After a decade of dealing with nappies, tantrums and endless questions from
toddlers, she’s come out the other side and moved into the wonderful world of
literature. She now spends her time writing flirty, sexy romance with a kick
(her dream job!).
Blitzkreig Love by Olivia
Olteano
Blurb:
“Don’t try to be my hero. Don’t care about me. Don’t let
go.”
Twenty-two-year-old Beatrice Stevens lives to dance. Two
years ago she walked in on the picture of horror: after stabbing her mom 34
times, her father killed himself. She found his corpse still clutching at her
mom’s, determined not to let go of her even in death. Now Beatrice freaks out
if she’s hugged, loomed over or receives attention from daddy-type guys. Unless
she’s dancing—the one thing that feeds her soul and saves her time after time.
Anthony Gowl wants Beatrice from the moment she bumps her
adorable nose into his chest. That desire turns into a burning need after he
sees her dance. But he’s the overprotective type—he can’t help it, it’s part of
him ever since his sister ODed seven years ago. His savior complex makes him
the perfect opposite of what Beatrice needs.
But she can’t seem to shake him. He’s both scary and
exciting, even when he kneels at her feet. And the closer he gets, the more
that toxic waste in her soul threatens to explode.
Excerpt:
“Jesus freaking Christ, yes! I’m comin — ”
I froze there. Right before me stood tall, gorgeous, and
annoying Anthony Gowl. And he was grinning.
“Is this a nightmare?” I muttered under my breath.
“Judging by your sleepwear, more of a fantasy. But I’m awake,
so I don’t know what that makes this.”
I frowned and looked down. My sleepwear was a pair of shorts
and a top. Well, not showing more skin than the costumes. “What’s wrong with my
sleepwear?”
“Not a thing. But it looks so … intimate. I like your morning
look. Truly beautiful women are beautiful right when they wake up.”
I snorted. “Whatever. You clearly know nothing of women if
you think that. Now what are you doing here?”
“Will you let me in, or are we talking on the hall?”
I thought about it. The only other person living here was
Doug, so I was sort of okay talking in the door like that. But he just looked
so hopeful, like a puppy. I almost felt bad to keep him there. So I shrugged
and turned around, heading for the kitchen. “I’m making coffee. Want some?”
The door clicked closed behind him. “Sure, thanks.”
“Sit down or whatever,” I called over my shoulder.
Once the coffee was all done, I poured two mugs of it and
brought them into the living room. He’d settled down on the couch, coat
shrugged off. He wore chocolate brown pants and a lovely, crisp, white shirt.
Not clean-shaven like he’d been the night before, and I sort of liked this look
better. There was something about men with a maximum of three days’ growth that
was incredibly sexy. I left his mug on the coffee table and walked into the
bedroom, put on a pair of sweats. Sitting with him on my couch, him in a suit
and me in shorts just seemed wrong on so many levels.
“Don’t dress up on my account. I liked your earlier outfit —
”
I held up my hand and took a few gulps of coffee. The nectar
of the gods slid down my throat and made me incredibly happy. I truly woke up
then, my brain getting its gears in motion.
I sighed with delight then fixed my eyes on him. “Okay, now
I’m ready to begin the day. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I think I liked you better before the coffee. You were so
soft and pliable … ”
I squinted my eyes and took another gulp. “Start talking or
I’m calling Doug to throw you out.”
About Olivia:
Livia Olteano is a loud and proud coffee addict, lover of
all things beautiful and incurable romantic.
She believes stories are the best kind of magic there is.
And life would be horrible without magic. Her hobbies include losing herself in
the minds and souls of characters, giving up countless nights of sleep to get
to know said characters, and trying to introduce them to the world. Sometimes
they appreciate her efforts. The process would probably go quicker if they’d
bring her a cup of coffee now and then when stopping by. Characters—what can
you do, right?
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