Saturday, July 12, 2014

We are happy to annouce the book blitz for
The Naughty Nine!

Title: The Naughty Nine Boxed Set 
 Publication date: July 8th 2014 
Genres: Adult, Romance 

The Naughty Nine — Where Danger and Passion Collides 

 Included in this box set collection:
 * Stop in the Name of Love by New York Times Best Selling author Nina Bruhns 

* Deathblow by New York Times Best Selling author Dana Marton 

* A Girl, A Guy And A Ghost by Patricia Mason

 * Everything He Never Wanted by Mary Leo

 * Red Rock Rises by Taylor Lee

* Dirty Little Secrets by New York Times Best Selling author Julie Leto

 * Sex is Murder by Rita Heron

 * Saved by Lorhainne Eckhart 

* Snowbound by USA Today Best Selling author Karen Fenech

 * Secret Identity by New York Times Best Selling author Jill Sanders


Stop in the Name of Love by Nina Bruhns

When an undercover cop must cozy up to a suspect’s pretty neighbor, things don’t go as
smoothly—or seductively—as he’d hoped when she tells him she hates cops and wants
nothing to do with him or his damn assignment.

Red Rock Rises (The Red Rock Series, Book 1) by Taylor Lee

A fiery former undercover agent, as tough as she is beautiful , fiercely independent, she is
the Rock. Few see the vulnerable woman beneath. No one messes with Red Rock until
she meets the handsome Police Chief.

Dirty Little Secrets by Julie Leto

Marisela's sexy ex lures her into a treacherous underworld of arms dealers, hit men &
sinister double­crosses. Has she descended into hell or finally found kick­ass heaven? It’s
the perfect setup to break her heart. Again.

Saved by Lorhainne Eckhart

Growing up I had dreams that one day I'd fall in love, marry & start a family. Then one
night I was taken. I survived, escaped, I was saved. Eric didn't see me as damaged. He
didn't see my baby as a monster. He protected me, kept me safe ... he saved me.

Everything He Never Wanted by Mary Leo

Billionaire, Antonio Milani, came to London to recover what is his: a rare, signed copy of
Oliver Twist. Instead, finds himself falling for the woman he suspects is involved in an
international ring of book thieves.

A Girl, A Guy and A Ghost by Patricia Mason

A sexy psychic private eye could help her find a ghost... or turn her into one.

Deathblow by Dana Marton

Former small­town football hero turned cop, Joe Kessler never met a linebacker, perp, or
a woman he couldn't handle. Then a troubled single mom walks into his life, & the only
place this hot jock will ever see 'easy' again is in the dictionary.

One Night to Kill (Seven Nights, Book 1) by Rita Herron

A military man must use his leave to play bodyguard to the General’s sexy daughter!

Snowbound (The Protector Series, Book 2) by Karen Fenech

FBI Agent Mallory Burke, injured and on the run for her life, is stranded in a snowstorm
with a reclusive and secretive cop she's not sure she can trust but is falling in love with.

BONUS Novella: Secret Identity by Jill Sanders

Carter always had a thing for his best friend Eve. He hired her to boost his business & it’s
never run more smoothly. When an opening presents itself, he takes a chance at
happiness that could end up destroying their friendship.


Dana Marton - excerpt DEATHBLOW 

 The worst time for a police cruiser to fly off a bridge was when you were handcuffed in the back. Joe Kessler braced as the Hummer crashed into the cruiser from behind for the final time and sent the brand-new Crown Victoria over the railing. The two Philly cops up front—the driver Irish-looking, the other one black—yelled all the way down, “Hang on! Hang on! Oh hell, dammit!” Joe and Lil’ Gomez, free-flying in the back, swore more colorfully than that as the car hit the Schuylkill River with a bone-rattling crash. Joe smashed into the metal screen that separated him from the scrambling officers, Lil’ Gomez on top of him, the kid’s pointy elbow slamming into Joe’s cheekbone. God, he hated undercover work. Then the rear end of the car slammed down, and they dropped back into their seat, Lil’ Gomez still swearing, the driver shouting into his radio unit, “Officers in the water! Men in the water! We went off the bridge!” Joe pushed the scrambling kid aside. “Hey! Let us out!” He kicked hard at the door that didn’t budge. “Let us out, dammit!” But the officers paid no attention to him as the cruiser began sinking. The river churned in the dark night around them, swollen from the spring rains. The cop in the driver’s seat jabbed at the window button by his side, his partner doing the same, grunting, hurrying to roll the glass down before the water could short out the electrical system. “Hey!” Joe banged against the back door in vain; everything was controlled from the front in a police cruiser. He glanced at Lil’ Gomez as the scrawny teenager beat against the glass on his side, cussing at the cops, his brown eyes filled with panic. Then the front windows were down at last, the cops tearing at their seat belts. Oh hell. “Undercover officer.” Joe gritted his teeth. A month of undercover work down the drain. His gaze met the driver’s in the rearview mirror, and he shouted louder. “I’m an undercover officer!” But the kid’s yelling and the loud rush of the raging river drowned out everything else. The ice-cold water was up to their knees in a second, then up to their chests. Ho-lyfuck. Joe had to catch his breath as he adjusted to the shock. He twisted to kick the wire mesh divider to draw the cops’ attention, but the officers were focused on getting out, paying no mind to the panic in the backseat. The car filled up in seconds, only a two-inch air pocket hanging on stubbornly under the roof where Lil’ Gomez was sucking air, quiet for the moment. Underwater, the headlights’ eerie glow provided maybe a foot or two of visibility; nothing but murky river beyond that. Joe rattled the door as he watched the driver wiggle out of the car, then kick away, disappearing in the dark water in seconds. The cop on the passenger side was squeezing through his own window inch by inch. He was rounder than his buddy, but he heaved himself through at last, glancing back. Joe banged his cuffed hands against the rolled-up window in the back, holding the man’s gaze. Indecision mixed with desperation on the officer’s face. Then he reached back in, his dark hand barely visible against the car’s black interior. He pressed the button and waited three seconds for the glass in the back to slide down most of the way. Then he pushed away and faded into the roiling water. Joe grabbed Lil’ Gomez and shoved him out, then drew a deep breath from the air pocket under the roof. He grabbed the window frame and forced himself through, paying no attention to the skin he was scraping off, thinking only about escaping a watery grave. His lungs were bursting by the time he freed himself, the car shifting as the water rolled it. Zero visibility. Which way up? The side mirror dragged against his leg from hip to knee. Okay, the car would be going down. He kicked at it for leverage and tried to move in the opposite direction. He kept his hands stretched in front of him, palms pressed together, kicking as hard as he could, up and up. And barely made headway. His lungs ached. He was going to drown. Shit. The image of a pair of laughing, gray eyes flashed into his oxygen-starved brain, mysteriously beautiful eyes and the hot model who went with them—Wendy. He refused to drown, dammit. Kick. Kick. Kick. He toed off his water-filled shoes so they wouldn’t drag him down, wiggled his body for all he was worth, his legs moving, scissoring without break. His ears rang by the time he breached the surface, but he did reach it, the Schuylkill River filling his mouth with dirty water on his first gulp for air. He choked and tried again.

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