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Release Day Blitz and Giveaway!

It’s all about business,
until temptation raises the stakes
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Amelia James
Series: A Warning Labels Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Publication Date: April 25, 2017
No one knows Wyatt Ryder’s secret—and no one ever will.
Fear rules his life, as he hides behind a golden boy façade of a high-rise penthouse, a weekend beach house, and all the starlets and models he could ever want or need.
But he’s been used one too many times, and now casual sex is the only thing Wyatt wants…no relationship required.
What he didn’t count on, however, was that one little complication called ‘mutual attraction’ when an ambitious woman seeks out his help to take her ad agency to new heights.
But that’s the thing about sexual tension and undeniable chemistry. It strikes unexpectedly, and it’s almost impossible to ignore…even if you know that it will ultimately end in disaster.

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Series: A Warning Labels Novel
Sometimes old flames burn the hottest
It’s been thirteen years since Dash Ryder got his heart sent to an early grave when his high school sweetheart betrayed him in the worst possible way. But there’s nothing romantic about their reunion—at all. Unfortunately, fate can’t be fought…there’s no way you can keep away from the heat.
“Amelia James out did herself on this amazing book. 5 stars all the way.”
– Candy Renae Box, Amazon Reviewer


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Prizes up for grabs:
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eBook copy of Keep Away From the Heat
Contest runs from April 26 – 30, 2017.

About Amelia James

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When I was in the third grade, my teacher wrote ‘tends to daydream’ on my report card. What did she expect from a girl raised on fairy tales? I’m convinced those fanciful stories led to the romance novel addiction I acquired in junior high. My mom caught me reading a particularly hot one and took it away from me. She couldn’t stop me from daydreaming though, and after I got married, I wrote some of my steamier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them were published. I kept writing and eventually my short stories became romance novels.
I live in Colorado now, but I’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, morally ambiguous lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks. Characters—the ever-present voices in my head—bring my books to life. They’re my imaginary friends.
We all need to get away from reality for a little while. I prefer to escape with a sizzly, sexy, forever romance.
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Spring Fling Mega Gift Card Giveaway!

We’re Treating Readers to a Spring Fling
Enter for the chance to win $1250 in Amazon Gift Cards!

Mega Gift Card Giveaway April 2-24
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Huge Giveaway, Small Sale

And by small, I mean the 99 cent price is small.

For a limited time, get the first book in my Ryder Boys series for only 99 cents! Wildfire Hurricane is available now. No Relationship Required – A Ryder Boys Novel, Book 2 is coming soon.


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Enter the Strong Women #Giveaway!


150 authors have come together to offer over $2,500 in prizes, including two grand prizes of $1,000 each. Umm, wow!

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“Simone is a strong woman in this book…. She doesn’t take shit and she doesn’t need saving, something I truly appreciate.” ~A Kiss at Midnight Reviews

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Raining Down Rules is on sale for only 99 cents!

Jemma Bowers hasn’t kissed anyone in over a thousand days. She knows—she’s counted.

For twenty-year-old Jemma, rules are not meant to be broken…even if she’s the one who created them. Friendships have boundaries, relationships mean trouble, and don’t even get her started on sex. Haunted by the death of her mother and her father’s abandonment, Jemma finds herself hungry for something meaningful and permanent, but is afraid of what may happen if she pursues it.

Jordan Capshaw can’t fight his addiction. Not even if it will cost him his career…

When Jemma finds Jordan drunk and barefoot in the street, she convinces him to get in her car. Aside from the fact he’s the lead singer of her favorite band and pretty much the rock star of her dreams, she quickly realizes his addiction is a monster neither of them can control.

Who knew choosing between a rock star and a fireman could be so difficult?

Emotions run high as Jemma soon finds herself caught between the troubled rock star and her growing affections for Vic Harper, a swoon-worthy firefighter from her past. But when her grandmother passes away, leaving her with no other family, Jemma’s world falls apart.

To save herself from further heartbreak, she risks it all by breaking her own rules, and putting her heart on the line.

After all, the heart just might be the biggest rule breaker of them all…

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Excerpt – Kurt scores a 10

A spin around the stripper pole in today’s excerpt from Destined for Genius.

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DestinedforGenius3DtransparentShe stood and grabbed both men’s hands and pulled them to the stage where female patrons dropped their inhibitions and their tops.

Claire needed no encouragement. She climbed on the platform, whipped her shirt off and tossed it into JT’s hands. Her bra landed on Kurt’s head. After a couple of missed beats, her hips caught the rhythm, and she danced half-naked among more than a dozen other topless women of all shapes and sizes.

Kurt held Claire’s silky bra, stroking the warm cups while he watched her. He tried to keep his gaze on her face, but oh hell, he could look at her smile anytime. The persistent semi-erection plaguing him since he’d walked into the club stiffened as he stared at her perfect breasts.

JT elbowed him and laughed as Kurt clamped his gaping mouth shut. “Nice to see that again, Genius?”

Kurt nodded and handed the bra over to the man who got to see Claire’s beautiful nudity every night.

She shimmied close to her personal audience, bending over JT as he tucked a couple dollars in her jeans.

A bodyguard stepped between them. “Hands off.”

“But he’s my boyfriend.” Claire pouted.

The big man shook his head as he lumbered between another tangled couple.

Kurt slipped a dollar into her hand, caressing her palm as a memory of her naked skin on his rattled him. God, I miss that. He curled his fingers, trying to hold onto her, but the stage swelled with half-nude women and separated them.

A shock of brown curls smacked Claire in the face, and she stumbled back as the woman under that wild hair bounced into her.

“Oops, sorry. My butt got away from me.” She steadied herself on Claire’s shoulder and smiled, lighting up the stage and capturing Kurt’s attention. “I can’t dance.”

Claire’s gaze slid to her companion’s bare breasts, then she tilted her head toward the throng of cheering men. “They don’t care.”

The woman laughed and shook her untamable hair. “Neither do I.” She spun, becoming a blur of flesh and denim, teetering on the platform. Her heel slipped on the edge and she toppled into Kurt’s arms. “Whoa!”

He caught her, fumbling for a steady hold as he helped her stand upright. One hand clamped on her ass, and the other gripped a handful of soft breast and hard nipple.

“Great catch! Excellent coordination. Perfect timing. I score that a nine point five.” She smiled and braced herself on his shoulders.

“Uh… I practice.” Are you nuts? “I mean… thank you?” He instinctively stroked his thumb over her bare flesh as the bodyguard marched toward them.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “That earned you a ten.”

Destined for Genius – coming next week!

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Enter the Geek Love Fest version 7.27 #giveaway!

Destined for Genius, my new trashy romantic comedy, releases two week from today, so I’m celebrating with a giveaway.

I love this book, and if you have any Star Wars or Ghostbusters dork in you, I think you’ll enjoy it too.

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Destined for Genius

Kurt Langston spent one night of hot, decadent sex with the love of his life. But she chose someone else. He’s sworn off relationships for good, preferring the company of online friends he’s never met, his only connections made through the internet. So when Destiny falls into his arms—literally—he lets her go. Love has no place in his life plan.

Destiny D’argo has no plans. No goal, no future aspirations. Just wing it. Her graphic design business pays the bills—barely—and her part-time waitress job fulfills her minimal need for personal interaction. She has no use for schedules or commitments, especially to a guy who happened to make a lucky catch. So why can’t she stop thinking about Kurt?

Their paths intersect again and again, and they can’t keep their hands off each other. Neither one of them wants this, but fate doesn’t seem to care. Can a free-spirited artist make a real connection with a structured computer genius? Or are they doomed from the start?

 Coming July 27, 2015!

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#NewRelease – The Delicate Matter of Lady Blayne by Natasha Blackthorne

I read Grey’s Lady by Natasha Blackthorne and now I’m hooked on her books. I’ve always loved historical trashy romance, and these books are loaded with steam. Yay! I love that her heroines struggle with their sexuality, something that’s accurate for the time period, and unfortunately, still relevant for today. Her newest release, The Delicate Matter of Lady Blayne, is available now and I scored a trashy excerpt. She’s having a giveaway on Facebook too. You’ll find all the details below.


Catriona, Lady Blayne is recovering from a most delicate situation. Driven to the brink of madness by love for her late husband, a young man too ill to meet the demands of the marriage bed, she teeters on the brink of scandal. Now she must face the carnal temptation personified by her husband’s cousin and heir, James, the new Lord Blayne.

His sensual appeal, contrasted with his iron will and stern self-mastery fascinates her. She can’t help but ask: what if sensual indulgence is the only way out of her darkness? However, she is not free to explore the idea. There are those who seek to control the young widow, keeping her imprisoned through emotional manipulation and physical coercion. With her growing restlessness, the very people she loves and trusts the most are becoming an increasing danger to her sanity and safety.

James is determined to protect Catriona—but he will not soften to her again. She rejected him once and James can’t risk losing his heart a second time. As heir to the Blayne baronetcy, he must marry a woman socially and politically appropriate. Such a scandalously self-indulgent lady as Catriona won’t do. Yet the pretty girl he once knew has grown into a beautiful, curvaceous woman that is every man’s dream.

Especially his.

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Excerpt: Erotic Historical Romance: 18+ adults only.

She had escaped her captors. Those who watched her.

Now Sunny stood by James’ bed, listening to the distant chime of the clock in the vestibule.

One single chime.

Soft snores issued from between his parted, sensual lips. Despite the late hour, he still wore a shirt and trousers. His collar lay open.

She picked up the hem of her nightdress and pulled it up, over her head, then tossed it aside. Cool air made gooseflesh erupt all over her. Tightened her nipples. She shivered then noticed a bottle on the night table. She picked it up and sniffed it. Whisky.

She hated whisky. But her mouth and throat were so hellishly dry. She put the bottle to her lips and took a tentative swig, coughing and sputtering then shuddering as the burn of liquor spread through her. The fire was thrilling. Stimulating. Forbidden to her. She took another drink. And another. When the bottle was drained, she replaced it on the night table. The bottle teetered and she caught it. The chamber seemed to tilt and turn.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, waiting for the giddiness to ease. But it wasn’t passing too quickly, so she sat on his bed. Though the bed rocked, he made no sign that he’d noticed.

She considered the way he lay in the bed, as though he had flung himself there. She frowned. What cause had he to drink himself to sleep? Was he troubled by something?

What could possibly affect a Rock of Gibraltar that much?

He groaned softly in his sleep.

She smoothed the hair off his forehead, lingering a moment over the surprisingly silky texture of the inky black strands.

She slid her hand down the crisp linen shirt, down to the bare, hard flatness of his abdomen.

Once again, James moaned in his sleep. Sunny lay beside him and leaned close to his face. He snored softly between slightly parted lips and the scent of whisky and musky male sweat overwhelmed her.

She placed her mouth on his. His lips were soft yet firm. She pressed her lips to his more passionately. The lack of response sent a wave of frustration through her. She slid her hand down the cool linen of his shirt, down to where the shirt ended. The warmth of his flesh, the hardness of his muscled stomach, the line of coarse hair, it all set her pulses pounding.

She slid her hand further down, down, down, edging beneath the waistband of his trousers, searching until her fingers met the coarser, prickling hair and then the smooth warmth of his cock.

She caught her breath.

His erection swelled against her hand, making things very confined beneath his fall.

He groaned.

She did her best to stroke him in the limited space.

He groaned louder, harsher, rolling towards her. He grasped her hair, and the brush of his fingers sent tingling chills down the back of her neck. His hold tightened and he held her head in his grip.

Dull pain spread over her scalp and gooseflesh erupted along her nape, down her back. The sensation made her nipples harden and ache. She arched her back, pressing against his chest. The crisp linen of his shirt abraded her tight peaks. He pressed his lips to hers more firmly, definitely changing the balance of power between them.

She was no longer kissing him; he was kissing her.

Intense, delicious pressure.

He slid his hands down her back.

His touch sent waves of shivering pleasure through her. She writhed and the crisp linen of his shirt stimulated her nipples, sending sparks of fire shooting down deep into her belly. He slid his hands down to cup her buttocks, holding her writhing body still. Pressing her to his erection.

He was huge and so hard.

“Wench,” he muttered.

Did he think she was a tavern wench? Is that what pleased him?

He thrust his hips, grinding his throbbing heat against her aching nub. She was growing wetter and wetter, dampening the skin between her thighs.

He kissed her more intensely, the taste of whisky and carnal fire on his tongue as he stroked it against hers, sweeps of wet, sensual velvet. The stubble on his cheek scraped hers. She thrust her tongue back against his. He gripped her hair harder and deepened the kiss, in his ardor sucking away her breath.

She put her hands to his chest and pushed.

He lifted his mouth.

“James…,” she said breathlessly. Inside she was tingling, her blood thrumming. She gulped for air, still tasting the exquisite, fiery elixir of his kiss and wanting more. His whole body went stiff.

“Sunny?” His voice rang with disbelief.

He pulled away.

“No, no…” She grasped his shoulders and tugged with all her might to bring him back.

He propelled her from his body and spun her to face away from him so fast that her stomach lurched and the chamber seemed to spin. She gasped, trying to catch her breath, to regain her bearings. His cock pressed against the softness of her buttocks, rock hard and pulsing heat. She arched backwards, pressing herself against that glorious erection.

He shoved her further away from him…

His hands were like bands of iron, holding her wrists.

She tried to turn in his arms but he held her fast.

“Hold…still.” His words came between heavy pants.

She struggled all the harder but, truth told, she relished in his restraint.

It made her feel safe.

Odd, the restraints Dr. Meeker used when administering treatments never made her feel safe. They were a torment to her.

Confusion made her feel dizzy once more, and dry-mouthed fear tingled to life within her. The urge to flee sent her into an erratic beat and she wrenched her arms, trying now with desperation to free herself. She kicked backwards and shrieked a curse at him.

He seemed to freeze for a moment. Had she shocked him?

She kicked and pulled harder. One of her wrists came free, her arm flying free. She turned, halfway, and on instinct, let her hand continue flying. It made sharp stinging contact with his chest where his shirt gaped open.

His grip tightened on her remaining arm. Fear-fueled rage energized her. She reached for his face, clawing him.

His curse burnt her ears.

Something made contact with her buttock. The sound echoed sharply in the room. Shock hit her, made her freeze. In the next moment, a fiery sting spread over her bottom.

Rage overtook her fear, so strong, she screamed with it and kicked her legs and beat at his chest with her fists.

She cursed him roundly, demanding that he let her leave. Now.

He laid several more spanks on her posterior. Several very sharp spanks. Stinging pain spread over her buttocks.

She whimpered, stunned into stillness for the moment.

Still holding one wrist, he rolled her onto her back and flung a leg over hers, locking her into place.

She tried to resist him again but she was growing tired, her struggling becoming more like flailing.

And the maddening thing was, he simply watched her.

Watched her fight, watched her grow weaker.

Eventually, she went limp in his arms. Exhausted.

“What the devil, Sunny?”

“Let me go!”

“You want to go?” he asked, as though she hadn’t just spoken clear English.

“Yes, you-you-you…coxcomb!”

He regarded her seriously. “I don’t think I should let you go. At least not quite yet.”

She swallowed hard, trying to think of what to do or say.

“What are you about here, Sunny?”

He spoke in that same calm, serious tone he always did. Yet, now there was a hard edge beneath the calm.

Her mouth went even drier and she swallowed once more, delaying her response. Her racing heart was slowing.

Well, what the devil had just happened? Dizziness overcame her as she frowned, confused.

She’d come here to do what?

Seduce him.


She hadn’t expected his resistance. She certainly hadn’t expected his aggressive response. She had become frightened.

No, she had become frightened of her feelings toward him.

Just as when she’d been a girl. She ought not to have run away from him that night in the garden, so long ago. She ought to have allowed James to seduce her. They would have had to get married then, wouldn’t they? It wouldn’t have been her fault?

No, Freddy needed me.

And you let him down.

She frowned. That was the past and the past was set in stone. All her sins and failures were set in stone.

But the lesson is don’t be a ninny! Don’t run, seduce him!

How did women tempt gentlemen? Surely gentlemen had more refined tastes than commoners did.

Certainly kissing him and thrusting her hand down his trews and stroking his manly parts hadn’t worked. Yes, it had given him an erection—and what an erection! But it hadn’t placed her any closer to attaining her goal, either.

What else should she do? How did one seduce a Rock of Gibraltar?

“You’re drunk,” he said.

“No, no, I am not.”

“Just how much did you have to drink?”

Again, she heard the incredulousness in his voice.

She reached up with her free hand, intending to stroke the side of his face. To make an appeal.

He seized her wrist. “There’ll be no more of that.”

Hurt blossomed in her chest. Did he not trust her? “No, do no’ deny me. Take me. Make me yours.”

He was giving her the oddest look. “I think you said you’d like me to take you?” His frown deepened. “Bed you?”

She nodded avidly. “Yes, yes…oh, please, yes.”

He stared at her. Oh, his expression! As though she’d suddenly sprouted horns. Did she repulse him that much?

She wriggled against the coverlet, the contact making her aware of the lingering sting on her buttocks.

He had actually spanked her!

Why had he been so intent on detaining her if he hadn’t wanted what she had offered him?

He laughed softly.

“You think it is amusing?” she asked. Shame burnt into her.

He brushed the hair off the side of her neck then and traced a fingertip along the cord down to her collarbone. “I didn’t think I needed to lock my door against you, Sunny.”

How cruel and mocking he was! She had never known this cruel side to him.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her neck. The soft-firm touch of his mouth sent shivers through her. Making her nipples tighten.

Making her more confused than ever.

“You don’t really want this,” he said.

His assured tone puzzled her. Hadn’t she come here naked to his bed? What man would ask himself aught beyond that? “I do, I do,” she said.

“Much as I’d love to oblige you, my lady, you’re too foxed to know what you are doing.” He kissed her nape again, this time opening his mouth. Heated breath blew on her flesh, and then the slight bite of teeth.

Wild shivers of pleasure chased down to her belly, tightening her nipples all the more and sending gooseflesh all over her body.

Despite the kindness in his voice, he had been teasing her. Mocking her. How foolish of her to have come here.

To have thought he might still want her.

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Starting today through June 30, you can enter to win a Kindle Paperwhite and a ticket to RomCon’s Reader Weekend!

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FREE Valentine’s trash!

Want to add some heat to your Valentine’s weekend? Pick up my MFM menage romance, Home Is Where the Heat Is, FREE today and tomorrow only! (2/14-2/15/15) And only on Amazon. It’s also available free to Kindle Unlimited subscribers.

homeheat3DtransparentDespite the family tragedy that shaped his past, JT Luck has only known professional success. His personal life, however, is a failure. He doesn’t want a relationship, and while his ‘let it ride’ attitude keeps most women at a distance, Claire is eager to roll with him. But when she finds out Kurt, the office’s resident computer geek, harbors a secret crush for her, she wonders if he’s the safer bet. Go all-in or go home? Either way, the heat could be more than they can handle.

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