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COVER REVEAL! No Relationship Required

I can’t begin to tell you how much I love this cover.  All I told the designer was that I wanted Wyatt, and here he is. Wow. Deranged Doctor Designs did an amazing job! Thank you so much!

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.

Coming April 25th! Preorder today.

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Excerpt: No Pants Required

Two weeks until release! And the cover reveal is this weekend. Eeeek! I can’t wait that long, so here’s a little taste of how Bree likes her coffee.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered into the bedroom, and a salty breeze fluttered the curtains. Cool cotton caressed Wyatt’s skin as he stretched and closed his eyes. Weird dreams had plagued his sleep, a collection of random images and sensations that made little sense. Only one clear picture lingered—Bree gasping under him, her breasts bouncing while he pounded her, and her long hair fanned across the rug. Odd. She’d taken her wig off during her striptease.

A cold, wet nose touched his ribs and an enthusiastic tail pounded the bedside.

“Is she here?”

Spencer barked soundlessly and ran to the living room. Wyatt sat up and snapped his processors on. He found his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, but his jeans eluded him. An insistent knock rattled the front door.

“I’m coming!” He tossed the bedsheets aside, checked the hamper, then circled the room again. “Where are my damn pants?”

“Wyatt, are you up?” Bree’s voice carried over her ceaseless knocking.

Yes, I am. His cock hardened, stretching toward his navel as he pulled his t-shirt down over his balls. “Hold on!”

Spencer ran back into the bedroom and nudged Wyatt toward the front door.

“I know. I’m getting there.” The crisp morning air fondled his exposed butt as he flipped the deadbolts and yanked the door open.

Bree’s lips made a little O as her gaze traveled down his chest to the well-defined bulge under his tightly stretched t-shirt. “Well, hello there. I’m glad someone’s happy to see me.”

“I’m not thrilled, especially after the way you left yesterday.” Wyatt’s heart pounded, sending blood rushing to the spot that really didn’t need any more. He tugged the shirt down farther as he stepped back to let her in. “Oh, you mean that thing. I need coffee.” He scurried to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest mug he could find. “Want some?” His shirt sprang up when he released it to pour the coffee, exposing his semi-hard cock.

“Of that? Wrapped up in a Christmas bow, yes sir.”

Wyatt rolled his eyes. “I give up.” She’s already seen me naked. He handed her the mug then reached up to pull another one from the cabinet, letting her ogle his ass while he did so.

A deep sigh escaped her. “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you serving me coffee with your stir stick on display?”

“I always get dressed shirt first. Why be normal?” The carefree lie took hold and he leaned back against the counter to drink his coffee, fully aware of Bree licking her lips while his shirt rode up his abs.

“Different is good.”

Coming April 25th!

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Warning: Contents are Still Hot

Wildfire Hurricane has a new cover and a new title! The story hasn’t changed, but what used to be the Ryder Boys novels are now Warning Labels novels—with three more hazardous materials to come. After Dash, Wyatt, and Malcolm, I’ll be writing Tripp, Javon, and Reid. All my men need a warning label.

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.

Now, years later, he’s certain that he’s over it, that he’s moved on…until fate decides to throw him a curveball and reunites him with the woman who tore his heart out, Simone Leveque.

But there’s nothing romantic about their reunion—at all. She’s his new boss, and it’s all business, nothing more.

Unfortunately, fate can’t be fought as lies are exposed, and once the inferno of reckless passion consumes you…there’s no way you can keep away from the heat.

Many thanks to Deranged Doctor Designs for creating the new cover, and to Wicked by Design for the old one. They’re both great, but the Warning Labels design fits the entire series. The second book, No Relationship Required, will be released on April 25th.

The publishing business is all about change, but you can always count on Amelia James for sizzly sexy love with no limits.

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#NewRelease! STRAWBERRY KISSES by Marianne Rice


A Rocky Harbor Novel #2
Limitless Publishing

Rachael Riley is back home in Rocky Harbor, but she’s not the same woman she once was…

After being rescued from an abusive relationship, Rachael is a shadow of her true self. The only place she manages to find some degree of comfort is in the kitchen, hiding behind her apron as she continues to shut everyone out. Her foster sister knows the real Rachael has been broken, and reaches out by signing her up for self-defense classes, hoping to get her outgoing, confident, and nosy older sister back.

Jake Morgan has done his time and is finally free of his past…

Teaching self-defense is Jake’s way of giving back, compensating for what was taken away from him years ago. He’s well aware that most women in his class have a backstory, and avoids getting emotionally involved—until a beautiful, blue-eyed woman walks in. Jake is instantly drawn to Rachael and sees the inner confidence she tries to hide behind her blonde bangs and hunched shoulders.

Wanting to know the story hidden behind those blue eyes, Jake sets out to break down every barrier Rachael has built…

As he helps Rachael find the strength she’d lost, teaching her how to trust again, a secret from his past threatens to ruin the safety they have found in each other. There’s more connecting them than just their mutual attraction. Once their pasts finally collide, revealing a devastating truth, Jake’s commitment to Rachael is put to the ultimate test.

There is no guarantee when it comes to love, but sometimes all a broken heart needs to heal are sweet strawberry kisses…


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MEET THE AUTHOR: Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. Her heroes are big and strong, yet value family and humor, while her heroines are smart, sexy, sometimes a little bit sassy, and are often battling a strong internal conflict. Together, they deal with real life issues and always, always, find everlasting love. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, cuddling with her husband, a drink in one hand, a romance book in the other.
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Love has No Limits

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You may have noticed a slight change in my branding recently. I’ve been working on my image as a writer for several years, trying to figure out how to represent my books and myself. I think I finally got it right.
I first wrote the words love has no limits in His Twisted Choice, the final book in my ménage series, The Twisted Mosaic, but I’d been thinking about them for a long time. When I adopted my daughter (who is African-American; I’m not), I learned that love is so much more than storybook relationships, and I’ve been working that idea into my books and my life. I’m now using the tagline Love has No Limits because that idea not only fits everything I write or will write (interracial, deaf hero, MFM, even paranormal and dystopian) but it fits who I am in writing and in real life. That’s what author branding is all about.
Many people think romance novels are only about sex. I started writing romance to deal with my lack of sexual experience and the guilt I faced growing up, but my writing has become bigger than steamy sex scenes. It’s about what I believe, how I live, and my hope for my daughter’s future.
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Writing Romance in Color

I recently figured out that I’ve been writing romance for the past 20 years. I’ve written countless short stories and published nine novels. And in every single one of them, all of my characters are white. Why is that a problem? I’m as WASPy (White, Anglo-Saxon Protestant) as you can get, so what’s the big deal? Write what you know, right? Except that my world, my family is no longer entirely white. (I doubt we ever were. My grandmother’s side of the family has some Native American features no one will talk about.)

Several years ago, my sister introduced my bi-racial nephew to the family, and a few years later his brother joined us. They’re great kids, and I wish I got to see them more often. When my husband and I filled out our adoption questionnaire, we decided we’d accept a child of any race since our family already had a splash of color. We fell in love with Energizer Girl the moment we saw her. Didn’t matter that she had glowing brown skin and tiny black curls. Love has no limits.

When I started writing novel number ten, I needed a name for my heroine – a looney free spirited artist, a blonde Phoebe Bouffay type. A friend suggested Destiny and an image popped into my head.


She wasn’t blonde. But she was exactly the woman Kurt and I were looking for. We both fell in love with her.

Last summer Hubs and I binge watched The Walking Dead, and I developed a crush on the gorgeous badass. Not Daryl. Michonne.

So when I needed a strong woman to take Dash’s shit and give it right back to him for novel number eleven, Simone told me she looked like my TWD fave. I didn’t argue with her. Would you?

Novel number twelve will have two African-American characters, the heroine, Bree, and a smooth, cool, charmer who hasn’t told me his name yet. Dammit Hardison! I like him already.


Write what you know? Yes, but only to a point. I know very little about people outside my race except what my daughter is teaching me. Love has no limits. I’ve learned to use what I love to bring my stories to life. Took me 20 years, but I’m getting it. I can no longer ignore the color in my life, so expect to see more of it in my writing.

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The Story Under the Covers – Part 3

One of the reasons I love going to RomCon is because I get to meet romance readers. During my first year, I went to the author social, and I felt like I didn’t belong there. I wondered if I’d made a huge mistake in signing up. But the next day, I co-hosted my first reader event, and I knew I was in the right place. I’m there for the readers.

My favorite is event is the book signing because I always learn something. Last year I was featuring my new release, Home Is Where the Heat Is, with its non-typical romance cover. I’d gone a little too far away from the genre with it, and a reader told me so, in no uncertain terms. You can find the whole story here. This year, I showed off my romance collection with covers that hinted a romance. The authors seated on either side of me both had shirtless guys on their covers, so I felt like I stood out from the crowd.

Not so much.

Readers stopped at the shirtless guys next to me, skipped my table, stopped for shirtless guys at the next table. I felt overlooked, even when I offered chocolate. Just a few days before the convention, my publisher had emailed me and said my books weren’t selling and wondered if the non-traditional covers were hurting them. The book signing convinced me.

So I have hot new covers for the College Romance Series. Two more new covers are coming soon. These are the kind of covers I originally wanted. I want readers to stop at my table too, and not just for the chocolate.


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New Release! Romantic Suspense novel, Survivor, by Marissa Farrar

Special new release price of only $0.99 for the first 24 hours only!

When you are an author, inspiration comes from lots of different places. Sometimes it is overhearing a conversation between two strangers, sometimes it is from reading newspaper articles, it can even come from dreams. In the case of writing Survivor, my inspiration came from my husband’s love of survival shows.

I normally hate my husband’s television choices. We have completely opposite tastes. Where I love fantasy and drama, he prefers documentaries. But one evening we were sitting down to watch yet another show about a guy surviving out in the wild, only this time the survival guy had a minor celebrity with him. I joked to my hubby that she had only volunteered to go on the show so she could get up close and personal with the hot ex-SAS guy, and just that simple comment sparked a little flare of a story in my mind. Right away, I opened a new Word document and started typing.

And so, Survivor was born! If you go and grab your copy now (publication day) you can get it for the special price of only $0.99 instead of the regular price of $3.99!


Broke and fallen from grace after her billionaire father is convicted of embezzlement, ‘It Girl’, Charlie Charleston has little choice but to accept the offer her agent makes for her to appear in the reality television show, Celebrity Survivor.

The thought of being stranded in the middle of nowhere without so much as a scrap of makeup, and all for the general public’s entertainment, scares the life out of her. Charlie hasn’t even so much as been camping before, never mind existed without any creature comforts, and with food she has to catch and kill herself.

Upon being introduced to ex-marine and survival expert Tyler Janson, the man who will be guiding her through all matters to do with surviving in the wild, she wonders if things might have started looking up.

The problem is Tyler seems to think she’s about as pointless as a pedicure, and nothing she does gets his attention.

But when their plane goes down in the middle of nowhere, something Charlie is sure is a set-up by the producers of the show, she is determined to show Tyler Janson exactly what she’s made of.

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Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she’s been married for numerous years and has three young daughters, she’s conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.

The author of fifteen novels, she has been a full time author for the last five years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has branched into contemporary fiction as well.

Her short stories have been accepted for a number of anthologies including, Their Dark Masters, Red Skies Press, Masters of Horror: Damned If You Don’t, Triskaideka Books; and 2013: The Aftermath, Pill Hill Press.

If you want to know more about Marissa, then please visit her website at www.marissa-farrar.blogspot.com. You can also find her at her facebook page, www.facebook.com/marissa.farrar.author or follow her on twitter @marissafarrar.

She loves to hear from readers and can be emailed at marissafarrar@hotmail.co.uk.


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#NewRelease! Cut Too Deep by Marissa Farrar

cuttoodeepadvertGuys like Ryker Russo don’t notice girls like Jenna Armstrong. Constantly on the move, Jenna doesn’t want to settle down anywhere. As long as her latest motel room has a television, wi-fi, and a vending machine, she will make do. It isn’t just Jenna’s curves that make her self conscious. Beneath her clothes she hides a secret, one that she is running from.

But when her car breaks down, leaving her without a mode of transport to get to the next town, mechanic Ryker seems to show an interest in her. With his muscles, tattoos, and piercings, Ryker has trouble literally written all over him. Jenna can’t understand why he would want to be seen with a fat girl like her, and besides, she needs to keep moving. Time is running out and she’s terrified if she stays in one place, her past will catch up to her.

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CutTooDeep2Ryker turned to her, the laughter fading. She caught the look in his eye and it wasn’t one of humor. She bit her lower lip in mock coyness as his eyes raked up and down her body. He took a step toward her, pushing her back into the wall behind. His movements were rough and urgent, grabbing at her clothes to yank her t-shirt over her head while she fumbled at the button of his jeans. He pressed her body up against the wall with the length of his own, kissing her hard, his fingers laced in her hair. His kisses were hard enough to leave her lips bruised, but she returned his urgency, their tongues meeting and sliding together. The silver ball of his piercing grated against her tongue, sending shivers of desire through her body. She wanted to get her hands on his naked skin, and she needed to do it right now. She couldn’t stand the idea of any clothing separating them.

They broke the kiss just long enough to pull t-shirts over their heads and rid each other of their jeans, Ryker losing his shorts with the denim. He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall behind her, while his other hand delved down, into her panties.

Held against the wall like this, helpless and at Ryker’s mercy, she moaned as his fingers slid through her pubic hair and down, between her inner lips. He pushed a finger inside her and then added another, curling his digits inward to find the secret spot on her inner wall that made her whole body throb. She cried out with pleasure. He kissed her neck, and across her shoulder, slipping her bra strap down and exposing one breast. His mouth closed over her nipple with a wet heat, his teeth grating.

Jenna’s breathing became more frantic. Only his hand holding her wrists and his fingers insider her held her up, or her legs would have given out, leaving her in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Her arousal started to build in a tightened coil deep in her belly, building higher and higher as he increased his movements inside her. She tried to tug her hands away, wanting something to grab hold of, but he held her firm. His teeth gently sank into her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pain directly down between her legs and she unraveled, crying out her pleasure louder than she meant to.

Ryker slipped his fingers from her and used his body to hold her up as she collapsed against him. She panted, her forehead rested on his chest, looking down. His arousal was evident, bobbing up to meet her gaze.

She wanted to repay him.

Jenna dropped to her knees and held his length in her hand, steadying him. Ryker gazed down at her, his lips slack, his eyes hooded with need. He reached out and put his palms flat against the wall, steadying himself.

Jenna parted her lips against the shiny, smooth end of him, inhaling the musky scent that was purely Ryker Russo. She licked the salty drop of his desire and then sank her mouth down over his length.

Ryker gasped above her and she glanced up to see his eyes closed, his lips parted. She swirled her tongue around him and increased her pace and suction. He grew even harder in her mouth and she reached out to gently cup his balls and squeeze.

His eyes flew open, locking her gaze with his. “Fuck, Jenna,” was all he managed before he reached down to drag her back up again and tore her remaining underwear from her body.

“Wait,” she said, forcing herself to be sensible. “We need protection.”

“It’s okay, I’m clean.”

“Yeah, so am I, but that’s not the only thing to worry about.”

“Jenna, if you happened to get pregnant, I would be the happiest guy in the world.”

She kissed him. “You’re crazy. But this isn’t the most stable place I’ve been in my life, so get us some protection.”

He gave a smirk. “Whatever you want.”

He grabbed the condom from his drawer and quickly sheathed himself.

She held her arms out to him and gave him a wicked grin. “Now come here and do me.”

He slammed her hard against the wall, and hooked one of her legs around his hip, opening her up to him. His hard length pressed against her most intimate part and with a forceful thrust, he pushed up inside her, filling her. Jenna cried out, her head falling back against the wall. Ryker’s mouth was on her throat, grazing her skin with his teeth, as he thrust again and again. She gripped her nails into the muscles of his shoulders, her body jerking with every movement, her heel digging into his taut ass. One of his hands grabbed the curve of her bottom, while the other roughly held her breast. She didn’t care that their love-making was rough and brutal. It was as if he was trying to claim her for his own, fuck her into submission.

Jenna’s orgasm powered through her, grasping tight to Ryker as he let out a guttural groan and held himself deep inside her.

They clutched each other, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Ryker dropped a kiss on her shoulder and then pushed her hair away from her face with one hand.

“I fucking love you, Jenna. Don’t ever leave me, okay?”

She pressed her lips together. “I love you, too,” she told him.

But she couldn’t promise she would never leave.

Author Bio:

Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she’s been married for multiple years and has three young daughters, she’s conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.

The author of seventeen novels and numerous short stories, she has successfully self-published for the last five years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has branched into contemporary fiction as well.

If you would like to know more about Marissa, you can usually find her hanging out on her facebook page https://www.facebook.com/marissa.farrar.author . You can also tweet her at http://twitter.com/MarissaFarrar

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