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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Release Blitz & Giveaway - Be A Doll, by Stephanie Witter

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For the release, Be A Doll is only $0.99 or FREE with KindleUnlimited. 

Blurb:

At Carter Manor, women were groomed to become the perfect next trophy wife for the most influential and powerful men in the world. 
Polished, educated, and disciplined... they met every criteria.
Or did they?

LILA

After escaping two prospective husbands, I knew I didn't have much of a choice anymore but to play by the rules if I didn't want to end up back in the streets.
Upon meeting him I expected an older disgusting man, but he proved me wrong. 
He was young, handsome... and despicable.
His cold hearted behavior and condescension caused me to lose my carefully built appearance of sophistication, but somehow, it made me win a husband who enjoyed toying with me until he could break the last pieces of who I used to be. I wouldn't let him. 
I hated him.
At least I did at first, until I had a peek underneath his walls and discovered the kind of pain he shouldered. 

MATHIS

I never thought I'd get married and even less that I would be purchasing my wife, but for my business I would do anything. 
At the Manor, I was sure I'd find bland women so polished that nothing of their own personality was left.  But one candidate couldn't hide the fire in her.
I was drawn, ready to toy with her, to tease her until she folded for me and let me take her to make her fully mine and not in name only. 
I didn't want love, I didn't want her to be in my living space and I certainly didn't want her to see who I really was under the facade I had spent years shaping myself to be, but that was exactly what was happening. 
She fascinated me.
Her strength made me want her in the most all-consuming way.
Now I wondered who possessed whom.

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“I’m not playing.’’  
His head tilted, eyes on mine and lips in between his teeth, it was difficult for me to stay put and wait for his next move. My whole body buzzed with need, with an urgency I didn’t remember ever feeling in the past. Not to this extreme.  
He released his lower lip from the trap of his white teeth and I let my eyes enjoy the spectacle of his lip, darker than before and with a slight shine to it. Tasting him, hearing the hitch in his breathing, feeling his hardened cock... that was all I wanted, all that mattered at that moment. I was reduced to a mindless pool of lust and it didn’t even register in my head to be cautious and to second guess what would happen.  
“Aren’t you?’’ he asked and finally moved.  
He took a step inside and closed the door without tearing his eyes from me. With one quick glance on his left he dropped his keys in the big pot on the console and then walked toward me, his eyes boring into me.  
That stare alone was foreplay.  
It spoke of touches, intimate and teasing. It spoke of kisses. It spoke of sex without holding back. It spoke of orgasms, powerful and probably blinding.  
I didn’t move from my seat, sure that if I attempted to stand up I’d make a fool of myself with the pinpricks in my legs telling me how wobbly I was. But I didn’t need to anyway because in no time he was towering over me, his eyes on mine as I had my head tilted back so as not to break eye contact. It wasn’t even a conscious decision not to. I was trapped, enthralled and at his mercy.  
He wanted to break my resolve, to shatter my vows and ruin the person I had been groomed to become and he succeeded in a matter of a few short days.  
“Does that mean you want me, little wife?’’  
His eyes then left mine and deliberately fell down to my cleavage. The path his dark orbs took warmed me, drawing out goosebumps, and I shivered when I realized the kind of perfect view he must have from above, down the v of my cashmere sweater.  
“I want an orgasm,’’ I replied in a bout of defiance as my eyes landed on his slightly parted lips. “That’s all.’’  
He crouched in front of me, bringing his head to the same level as mine. The closeness that had me gasping silently. His nose grazed mine and his mouth was just a breath away from mine, tantalizing, teasing. He was always teasing. Playing with me. Toying with me. 

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Stephanie Witter is a dreamer. She started learning English at three and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she can't spend a day without reading (or writing).

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Monday, June 13, 2016

Cover Reveal & Giveaway - Maxen (Kinky Shine #2) by Stephanie Witter

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Title: Maxen
Series: Kinky Shine #2
Author: Stephanie Witter
Category/Genre: Adult Rockstar Romance
Release Date: July 12


Blurb:
They were married but never kissed. 
That night years ago never had consequences…until now.
“I wasn’t into the love bullshit and I didn’t really believe in forever between two people.’’
If I had my way, I would have never seen Maxen Walton again, the womanizing drummer of Kinky Shine.
When I met him in college he was already going through girls as if they were disposable. I had always hated him. Yet, for some drunken reason I ended up marrying him in Las Vegas. That night, right before I puked in the fake flowers and left the tacky chapel was the last time I had laid eyes on him.
Until my boyfriend asked me to marry him.
Now, I was in LA trying to get a divorce from my husband without the press hearing about it.
What I didn’t expect was that my famous husband affected me and that getting to know him would change a lot more than I ever planned.

“All I saw now was Lark, always and forever out of my reach, always driving me crazy.’’

I had only ever met one woman who equally drove me crazy and made me want her until I forgot my name.
Lark Hardin.
And I married her one crazy night in Las Vegas.
Freshly out of rehab and trying like hell to get back in the game while convincing my best friend I wouldn’t relapse, seeing my wife again was the last thing I needed for that.
Life liked f*cking with me, though.
Here she was, so sexy I would damn myself to be inside her just once, but she wasn’t here for me. She was here to get a divorce so her perfect boyfriend had free range to marry her.
She still hated my guts on the sole principle that I was a womanizing f*cker, but maybe she would open her eyes and see beyond that part of me.
I just hoped it wouldn’t be just for the sex because this woman had always been my weakness.
She had the power to destroy me.

“I’d spent the better part of my life hiding behind my bright smile and loud laugh, pushing everything away by using sex, but that was over.’’

*For readers over 18.

Can be read as a standalone but if you want the full Kinky Shine experience don't miss the first book.*

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Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Release Blitz & Giveaway - We Shouldn't And Yet

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Title: We Shouldn't And Yet...
Author: Stephanie Witter
Category/Genre: Erotic Romance
Standalone novel
Cover Designer: Stephanie Witter
Release Date: June 7
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Blurb:

What happens when you’re attracted to the wrong person?

AIDEEN
I didn't expect to feel so drawn to my best friend’s father when I first meet him. It’s unexplainable and most of all, it’s unexpected. He drinks too much, is rough around the edges, and is so obviously into casual sex and nothing more, but there’s just something about him that calls out to me.  I’ve thought my heart was battered beyond repair, but maybe I have been wrong. 
"There was something so sexual, so carnal, so intense in the way Jensen looked at me.’’ 
JENSEN
She is my son’s best friend and I know he wants more, but I can't help it. Whenever she is around or her name is mentioned I’m turned on. I’m not used to denying myself to feeling so strongly for a woman so young, but she gets me. I can’t do a damn thing to stop these feelings.  No amount of alcohol helps. I didn’t think it could be possible to feel so drawn to a woman, but it looks like I have been dead wrong. 
"I want her to want me just as madly as I do her.’’ 
They shouldn’t and yet… They can’t resist each other.
For readers over 18

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Excerpt:

“I’m the worst fucker, right? I’m going after the girl my son has feelings for. I actually fucked the girl he’s after. Tell me I’m not bad news now.’’
I cringe, but even then I don’t feel it. I’m supposed to be angry on Hal’s behalf, to be disgusted that a man could go behind his son’s back like this, but I’m not. I want to forget everything and Jensen can do it. I want to be wanted, so wanted that all control has gone out the window and I’ve only known this with Jensen. It’s only Jensen always on my mind, even more than Yann these days. It’s Jensen I crave in a way I’m still unfamiliar with. 
“I’m just as bad, then. I only found out today and I still want you.’’
He stops breathing before he lets out a long relieved sigh. “You don't want to be with him?’’
I shake my head. “Not at all.’’
He comes back to me and forces me to walk backward as he takes a hold of both my hands and locks my wrists behind my back. He’s crowding me and I’m letting him lead. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?’’ He backs me against his bike, my ass pushing against the slick machine as he tugs on my wrists behind my back until I lower my back slightly. “Do you know how dangerous it is for me to feel this way? I’m losing it with you, beautiful. I’m lost on the very edge of the cliff now and at any time I’m going to fucking jump. You better be ready to jump with me and fall,’’ he growls out before he releases my wrists to grab my hips and bring me on the bike, my legs wide open, my back to the handle bars. He throws his long leg over the saddle and faces me before he grabs me again and sits me over him until I feel his thick erection against the apex of my thighs, pushing against my aching core.
I lose all train of thought. I can’t process his words, the way his eyes seem desperate for me. All that’s on my mind is the way his hands feel on me, the way he’s already so hard, so ready for me. All I want is him inside me. Now. On his bike.
“Jensen,’’ I say in a sigh as we lock our mouths in a deep kiss that shakes me whole.
I grip his head, my fingers weaving through his short hair as his tongue battles with mine in a delicious war that sends my blood into overdrive. I move against him, pushing just enough to feel his cock rub over my clit through our jeans. 
“I want to hear you scream my name until you’re hoarse, beautiful, and you’re going to,’’ he says in my mouth as he unzips my jacket and takes it off me, sending it to the dirty ground full of dead leaves, dry sticks of wood, grass, and moss.


About the Author:


Stephanie Witter is a dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she can't spend a day without reading (or writing).


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Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Release Blitz & Giveaway - Dex by Stephanie Witter

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Title: Dex
Series: Kinky Shine #1
Author: Stephanie Witter
Genre: Rockstar Romance/Contemporary
Release Date: May 3, 2016



Blurb

She succeeded in making him feel like a man. A normal functioning man when he hadn’t felt that way in years.

"Who're you f*cking?"

When my father, manager of the worldwide phenomenon Kinky Shine, asked me to come and help the band members appear more approachable I never thought my first meeting with Dex Bowers would start with such a question.
Immediately, I wanted to strangle him, wipe the smirk off his face and force him to mutter more than three words.
But there's something mysterious about him that was electrifying and the more he pushed me away and angered me, the more I wanted to know him and push through his hangups. 

"Trust. That f*cking trust thing didn't come easily to me." 

In the five years since my band became famous, not once had I been photographed with a woman. I knew it fed the supposed mystery surrounding me, but the real truth was far more humiliating than I was comfortable with.
That was until Harley Floyd walked in and I was left with a mind numbing lust for her that scared me shitless. It should be easy to let go and trust her just enough to have fun, to be happy I could finally come up with new material for our next album. But nothing was easy and with a life made of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll I wasn't sure if anything could last. Not even my band.

"What twenty-five year old was f*cking lost when his cock was rock hard when close to a gorgeous woman? One answer to that; a man who hadn’t had sex in a really long time." 
 





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Excerpt

“Harley…’’ There was a fucking warning in her name, but she didn’t budge, didn’t bat an eye. But she did stop breathing for a second and her green eyes darkened again. My whole body shivered at her reaction. I inhaled and I didn’t smell the traffic exhaustion or other smells associated with LA. No, what I smelt was her vanilla perfume.

I pressed harder in the wall, the concrete biting into my back. I clenched my fists and kept my eyes locked with hers. I traced my lower lip with my tongue and her eyes went down to my mouth. My heart tripled in beat and a low growl escaped me. It couldn’t be heard with the bustling noise of the city, but it shocked me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had such a reaction.

When I thought she’d take a step toward me, she took one backward and away from me. Her eyes widened and she blushed. “I guess this time I should be the one leaving,’’ she said in a small voice, her words stumbling into each other's .

“No.’’ What the fuck was I saying?

“What? I mean,’’ she shook her head. “I’m leaving.’’

I grabbed her shoulders and crowded her space before I realized what I was doing. Her scent enveloped me, enticed me. The thin material of her top was soft under my fingers, almost like nothing was separating me from her body. If I took a half step toward her I would feel her perfect breasts against my chest. I clenched my jaw and tried to calm my labored breathing. After a few seconds without moving she tilted her head upward to look at me and I was fucked. I thought I had been before that, but now, now I was lost to the sensations she was awakening in me, sensations I thought were gone.

Her lips, lush and parted called out to me. Her cheeks coloring more and more into a deeper red had me ready to damn myself for this show of innocence. Her eyes, bright and yet getting glassier showed nothing akin to innocence and that made me ready to come in my fucking pants. She was a contradiction and I would have never thought it’d be so tantalizing.

“What are you doing?’’ she whispered and her breath brushed my neck. I closed my eyes, my lips parted on a low moan. Fuck. What was she doing to me?

“Push me away. Now.’’

I kept my eyes closed to better feel the brush of her breathing on my skin. My cock was pushing against my zipper and it was fucking painful. I wanted to squeeze myself and jerk off to find a release, but I couldn’t. We were on a street in broad daylight.

I waited and waited and nothing happened. She kept on breathing irregularly and didn’t push me away.

So I did the only thing I could; I opened my eyes.




Author Bio


Stephanie Witter is a dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book or two close by, she can't spend a day without reading (or writing).



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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Cover Reveal - We Shouldn't And Yet... by Stephanie Witter

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Title: We Shouldn't And Yet...
Author: Stephanie Witter
Standalone novel (over 85 000 words)
Category/Genre: sexy Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November

BLURB:

What happens when you’re attracted to the wrong person?

AIDEEN

I didn't expect to feel so drawn to my best friend’s father when I first meet him.
It’s unexplainable and most of all, it’s unexpected. He drinks too much, is
rough around the edges, and is so obviously into casual sex and nothing more, but there’s just something about him that calls out to me.
I’ve thought my heart was battered beyond repair, but maybe I have been wrong.
 "There was something so sexual, so carnal, so intense in the way Jensen looked at me.’’ 
JENSEN
She is my son’s best friend and I know he wants more, but I can't help it. Whenever she is around or her name is mentioned I’m turned on. I’m not used to denying myself to feeling so strongly for a woman so young, but she gets me.
I can’t do a damn thing to stop these feelings.
No amount of alcohol helps.
I didn’t think it could be possible to feel so drawn to a woman, but it looks like I have been dead wrong. 
"I want her to want me just as madly as I do her.’’ 

They shouldn’t and yet…

They can’t resist each other.
*Warning! This book is for readers over 18 due to the frequent drop of the f-bomb and explicit sex scenes.



About the author:

Stephanie Witter is a French dreamer. She started learning English at three, and fell in love with the language. Always with a book, or two close by, she started reading in English when she couldn’t wait any longer for Harry Potter to be translated in French. After a while, reading wasn’t enough. She started writing Young Adult and New Adult Contemporary novels and PATCH UP is her first New Adult Contemporary novel.


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