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Monday, May 13, 2019

Corrupt Savior (Wages of Sin, #2) by Tara Leigh

CORRUPT SAVIOR (WAGES OF SIN #2) by Tara Leigh Release Date: May 13th

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Blurb: I am the monarch of Manhattan’s underworld. A corrupt king, ruling a sinful empire.

I wasn’t born to the crown. Nevertheless, I wear it well.

Aislinn Granville is the Crown Jewel of my empire—my queen. To my enemies, she’s my Achilles heel—a perfect pawn.

Without her, I am a wounded warrior. A ruthless, relentless beast.

There is nowhere she can be taken that I won’t find her. No adversary I won’t crush to get her back.

Even if I have to burn this city to the ground.

Excerpt: My heartbeat is an erratic, distracting pitter-patter against my ribs as I take in the stark beauty of the man standing in front of me. He looks like the same man I ran from. Almost.

The same rich black hair and inky eyelashes. The same strong, shadowed jawline and high, elegant cheekbones. The same spark of intensity lighting up those dark, dark eyes.

But now there are smudges beneath them. And faint horizontal lines, like the silvery remnants of a shattered spider web, crossing his forehead.

Damon is glaring at me like an adversary he’s torn between spanking or fucking. There is yearning in his gaze, a faint glimmer of tenderness beneath his infuriated expression.

I like it. A lot.

The panic and fear and pure terror that filled my veins just a few hours ago hasn’t yet evaporated. Those intense emotions are still there, like toxins that have yet to be flushed from my system. I don’t want to be treated with kid gloves. Not by Damon King.

I need his intensity now more than ever. I am desperate to revel in the raging storm Damon and I create when we’re together. The kind of storm that deserves a name. Deserves to be written in history books for its power . . . and for the toll of its destruction.

I want the shocking illumination of lightning. The ominous energy of thunder.

I want to give and take.

Clash and break.

Writhe and shake.

“Damon.” I say his name like a warning. I need the savage who claimed me as his own. My savage king.

He presses a firm kiss to my forehead, his fingers lightly pushing into the hair at the base of my scalp. “Tell me this,” he says. “Is there any hurt I can’t kiss better?”

The throaty rumble of Damon’s voice is like a liberal pour of molasses on my frayed nerves. “No.” My nose is flush with his chest and I breath deep that scent I didn’t think I would ever smell again. Wood and whiskey and raw masculinity. So damn intoxicating.

He sweeps his tongue along the rim of my ear. “Is there any hurt I can’t lick better?”

The tension in my shoulders eases as I flatten my palms against his chest. “No.”

Damon lifts my chin, our eyes locking on each other. “Is there any hurt I can’t fuck better?”

My cheeks warm as I draw my lower lip between my teeth. Then I shake my head slowly, “No.”

He smiles that darkly seductive grin and my stomach flips. “Let’s go take a shower.”

I nod my head eagerly. A long hot shower sounds perfect. A long hot shower—with my savage king—sounds downright exquisite. By the time the water is running, my borrowed bathrobe is just a white smudge of bad memory strewn across the tile floor.

Damon begins unbuttoning his shirt and I eagerly reach for his belt. When he is as naked as I am, he cups my chin between his thumb and forefingers and tips it upward. His kiss is hard but not punishing. The perfect amount of pressure.

I moan low in my throat.

He growls in return. And when we pull apart, we are wearing matching lust-drunk grins.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“I thought you said I shouldn’t trust anyone who has to ask.”

“I’m asking now.”

The truth falls from my lips. “With my life.”

About the Author: Tara Leigh is a multi-published author of steamy contemporary romance. A former banker on Wall Street, she graduated from Washington University and holds an MBA from Columbia Business School, but she much prefers spending her days with fictional boyfriends than analyzing financial spreadsheets. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children, and fur-baby, Pixie. She is represented by Jessica Alvarez, of Bookends Literary Agency.

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Monday, March 25, 2019

Cruel Sanctuary (Wages of Sin, #1) by Tara Leigh

CRUEL SANCTUARY (WAGES OF SIN #1) BY TARA LEIGH Release Date: March 25th Cover Design: Regina Wamba, Mae

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Blurb: They say New York City is the Devil’s Playground. They’re wrong. This city belongs to me. And so does Aislinn Granville.

She is a pampered politician’s daughter. A decorative ornament, raised to smile and nod and do what she’s told.

Except… she doesn’t. Not with me. Ever.

In this city full of thugs and thieves, I’ve kept Aislinn safe. From my enemies. From me.

Until now.

Excerpt: “Put me down.” I keep my cool, making the demand as stiffly as if I’m asking him to pass the salt.

But my show of composure crumbles as he angles his head to look at me. Barely an inch separates the tips of our noses. I stare, entranced by the fine scar that marks his left eyebrow. I want to kiss it.

“Or what?”

“Hmmm?”

One corner of his mouth tics up, his eyes flicking away from mine. “You look damn good in my arms.”

I follow his stare and am met by our reflection in the bathroom mirror. I blink, taking in the sight of my naked body held against King’s broad chest, the tanned, inked forearms I’d practically drooled over earlier now wrapped around my back and behind my knees.

I am naked. King is dressed.

There is something indecently erotic about our image. I look like the heroine of an old Harlequin novel—a down on her luck maid or secretary about to be ravished by her big, bad boss. A powerless woman soon to be stripped of her virtue.

I know what it’s like when a man overpowers a woman. When he uses force to take what’s not his. To hurt and abuse and terrorize.

And I know that this isn’t that.

It may not look like it, but I have the power in this situation. Damon King came to me. First at my apartment and now in his. He broke down two doors tonight.

I may be naked, but the only reason he’s touching me is because he knows I want him to.

Emboldened, I look away from our reflection and directly into King’s eyes again. Leaning in, I brush the tip of my nose against his. “Kiss me.”

I’ve barely pushed the words out when his lips are on mine. The taste of him is an explosion inside my mouth. Smooth and potent, but with a hint of mint. As if he swilled some of that Balvenie from his bar and then sucked on a peppermint candy.

He kisses like a conqueror. Stealing my breath along with the last of my reservations.

He kisses like a king. Staking his claim, demanding his due.