n Daddy’s Custody by Ava Sinclair – Release Tour

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She avoided jail, but she can’t escape the justice of a strict daddy…

In Daddy’s Custody from Ava Sinclair.

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There are some problems only a Daddy can solve.

When ex-Army MP David Grant comes home to Bridgeport, he finds a lot of things have changed. For one thing, there’s more crime. For another, the annoying younger sister of his best friend has grown into a real beauty, even if she does hide it under hoodies and baggy jeans. However, David soon realizes that her looks aren’t all she’s seeking to hide. The woman he used to call “the brat” is keeping a secret, and he aims to find out what it is.

Lillian Schiff wants nothing more than to leave Bridgeport and get away from the well-meaning but overbearing brother who has raised her since their parents’ death. But to make this happen, she’s gotten involved in a scheme that puts her on the wrong side of the law, and in the crosshairs of the man who has been her secret crush for years.

He once saw her as a brat, but now that Lillian is in trouble, he sees her as a little girl who needs love, and firm, painful correction to put her back on the straight and narrow.

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“I hate you!” I cry, tears running into my mouth.He ignores me, landing the belt across my thighs so that my next words come out as gibberish. I want to tell him that I didn’t mean it, that I don’t hate him, but I can’t speak. I can only cry as the last burning licks of the belt fall in rapid succession and I go limp over the arm of the sofa.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!.” They’re the first words I manage to speak when he lifts me up and sits down on the sofa, cradling me in his lap. I can’t believe how bad my ass still hurts, but despite the pain I want David to know I’m not mad. I asked for this. I wanted it. I needed it. I feel strangely proud to have gone through it.

“I know.” He presses his lips to my hair as I press the side of my face against his shirt. I can hear the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. He’s so big. He holds me like a child and that’s how I feel—like a well-chastened child.

“It’s okay, baby. You took your spanking like a good girl. Daddy is so proud of you.”

He begins to rock me back and forth as I seek to control the hiccoughs of breath. The comfort of his arms, the strength, the painful, lingering sting of his punishment. A feeling of security drapes over me like a blanket. I can’t explain why what just happens makes me feel safe, but it does. And his arms, so strong, so hard, the fact that he could do it again if he wished, the fact that I feel so vulnerable…

There it is again, the little nudging sensation, the barely perceptible rhythmic twinge between my legs. It gets stronger as he holds me and calls me his good little girl and tells me that Daddy didn’t want to spank me but will do exactly that when I need it.

“You’re going to be okay,” he says. “I’m going to take care of you. You’re never going to have to worry again. Daddy’s got you.”

“I look up at him, my hand moving to his cheek. It’s rough with stubble. I feel my lips part as I tentatively push myself against him.”

“Please?” I ask when my lips are inches from his. “Please?”

It’s like a jolt of electricity runs through me when our mouths meet. His tongue finds mine, swirling against it. The little throb becomes a surge. I can feel myself getting wet.

“Oh, god…” How can I feel pain and pleasure together like this? I realize with shame that I’m grinding on his lap, even though the motion makes my raw, tender ass even sorer. But somehow that just excites me more.

“Please,” I say again.

“Baby, I just spanked you. I don’t want you to think that this is how it’s going to end every time I have to punish you.”

His words chill and thrill me. There will be more of this. My pussy pulses; I feel arousal slick on the inside of my thighs.

“You told me to tell you,” I say, shaking with need. “You told me to tell you what I needed, to ask for it.”

David’s eyes reflect the desire I feel. He wants to do the right thing. He doesn’t want to rush what’s coming next. But this time, I’m the one not taking no for an answer.

“I want you, David. I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

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While USA Today bestselling author Ava Sinclair has written across multiple genres including contemporary, fantasy, sci-fi, Western, and paranormal, she’s best known for writing hot Daddy Dom romances that offer engaging plots, steamy sex, and relatable characters.

Over the years, she’s grown to develop a deeper understanding of why her readers love Daddy Dom books. The idea of a dominant man who provides nurturing guidance while allowing for growth is very appealing, especially when that man also knows that his partner’s capacity for pleasure is tied to his unlocking the deep submission Littles experience in the care of their Daddy.

Each book she writes is a journey, both for the woman navigating her feelings, and the dominant alpha male desiring a chance to give a woman everything he has to offer, both in and out of the bedroom.

Her titles include Big Beautiful Little, Big Daddy, Daddy’s World, Daddy Treatment, and Camp Daddy.

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Queen of Zazzau – Blitz

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Historical Fantasy/Mythical Realism
Date Published: November 20, 2018
Publisher: Afrocentric Books | Mugwump Press
 
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Amina is heir apparent to the throne of Zazzau and must prove she is worthy of the crown. As foreign invaders close in on them, she is all that stands between her people and destruction. Caught in a web of prophecies, she must defend Zazzau, but cannot do so if she wants to prevent the future that was foretold. She did not seek war yet it finds her. Unwilling to be the plaything of gods or men and determined to take control of her own destiny, she tracks down the god of war himself. But has her destiny already been written? Can she choose her own fate? And can she protect her kingdom, no matter what price she must ultimately pay? Because, gods always want something in return.
Queen of Zazzau is an Historical Fantasy that takes place in precolonial West Africa.  It chronicles the life of one of the most famous W. African queens, Amina of Zazzau (or Zaria). At 139,000 words, the novel features several W. African historical figures and a pantheon of W. African gods. The story is told in first-person and gives the reader an intimate look at some of the lifestyles and cultures–many of which are still alive today–of medieval W. Africa.
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I dreamed. Not a dream of laughing brooks and water spirits; I dreamed of an empty plain. I stood in the field, yellow-green savanna grass swaying in the wind. As its soft whistle grew to a roar, the grass whipped my legs violently. But it wasn’t the wind roaring; it was men. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands suddenly surrounded me. Each man fought the other with murder in his eyes.
My uncle was among them. Sword in hand, he lunged at the nearest half-naked man and brought down his blade, cutting into the other man’s shoulder. His enemy howled in pain but did not fall. The soldier rushed forward, still howling, pushing the sword deeper into his own flesh, and stabbed at Karama with a long-knife. Karama swept the knife away with a braceleted wrist. Then his wrist came down on the howling man’s head, burying the raised, serrated edge of a war bracelet in his skull.
Dislodging his bracelet, my uncle pushed the corpse off his blade. He turned and saw me. Our eyes locked for only a moment before a spear sprouted from his chest. Screaming, I ran to him but was buffeted by a sea of men. The faster I tried to run, the farther away my uncle was.
“Uncle,” I cried. “No!” But the wave of men pushed me to the ground. Curling into a ball, I tucked my head under my arms, closed my eyes, and screamed as the men stampeded over me.
Silence.
I opened my eyes, confused, sweat slick on my brow, tears still damp on my cheeks. The men were gone, but I could hear their cries. Climbing to my feet, I scanned the vast savanna ocean. A mud altar that hadn’t been there before now stood beside me. Blood spilled from the edges of the altar like melting wax. The men’s cries came from the structure. From the thousands of tiny figures piled upon it. At first, I thought they were living dolls, but they were the miniaturized bodies of men suffering myriad violent deaths. These were the casualties of war.
I stared at the mangled bodies, some of which were writhing in pain, and somehow knew these men had died—were dying—in the battle many leagues away. Frantic and nearly petrified by what I might find, I searched for my uncle among the bodies. There were so many Zazzagawa and Kwararafa mingled in the pile; I couldn’t tell one fallen soldier from another.
Wringing my hands, I backed away and reminded myself not to let fear subdue me, but terror pounded in my chest. The stink of death hung over the altar like a horrible fog that choked my lungs. Retreating from it, I came up against something hot and solid.
I froze.
The thing behind me shifted. It spoke.
“Look upon Death, Beloved. And know it for what it is.”
I spun around, stumbling backward, to find myself staring at the chest of a very tall man. Still trying but failing to fully master my fear, I took another backward step and looked up at who stood before me.
Towering over seven feet, the man had skin like polished ebony. He wore a vivid red and gold kilt that hung to just above his knees and a black cloak so long it brushed the ground. Black leather bracers with gold clasps covered his forearms. The open cloak was slung back over his shoulders, exposing a lean, powerful torso that rippled with muscle under smooth, dark skin.
I followed the contours of his chest, his long neck, a proud jawline. Save for the pointed tuft of hair on his chin and the thick, black eyebrows, his face and head were bald. His gaze was not upon me, his chin raised, so I could not see his eyes. I didn’t need to see them. I knew that once he looked at me, I’d be staring into the roiling red eyes of War.

 

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J.S. Emuakpor was born and raised in West Africa. She is a married mother of four, a scientist, and owner of Afrocentric Books. She currently lives in North Carolina and is very much allergic to it. Most of her writing draws upon the spiritual beliefs of the ancestors who frequently whisper in her ear and on the superstitions that she refuses to relinquish.
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Awakening – Blitz

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Romantic Thriller
Date Published: November 17, 2018
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Is it possible that the entirety of one’s life has been steered by the hand of fate towards a single moment? For Brooklyn French program teacher – and single parent of two- Tess Shapiro, it would certainly seem so. After discovering that her life and her marriage were artificial constructs based on lies and deceit, Tess must undergo the ultimate reality check. She delves deep into her subconscious, venting her frustrations by indulging in a lifelong habit of drawing graphic novels starring her glamorous alter ego, an international spy by the name of Andrea Chambers. Meanwhile, in the real world, anti-French terrorism is taking the world by storm. What, and who, is behind the vile attacks against French-speaking people everywhere from Brooklyn to Burundi? As she suspects that her new lover may not be who she thought he was, Tess’s ability to perceive truth through a distorted collage of deception, brings comic book fantasy and real world tragedy crashing together in a whirlwind of romance and political intrigue. When, in a single moment, Tess realizes the totality of the lie she has been fed and believed, and the impossibility of the truth, she makes a staunch decision that will change her life, and how she perceives the world, forever.
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Originally from Canada, Jackie Goldman now lives with her two children in Brooklyn, NY. She began writing full time as a passive-aggressive means of enforcing quiet time in the apartment.
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Our Gift-Giving God – Blitz

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Christianity, Religion
Date Published: November 19, 2018
Publisher: Lucid Books
 
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Has Christmas gotten to be just the same old, same old? Do you feel as if you’re simply going through the motions, even though you know this should be a season of celebration and worship? Same tree, same Christmas songs, same baked goods.
Come and refresh your hope in Christmas through Our Gift-Giving God. This devotional will take the reader through the traditions and symbols of Christmastime and uncover the deep, gospel truths woven throughout that God has for each and every one of us. Throughout these chapters, you will discover:
A purposeful, firmly planted life
Friendship
Joy
Protection
A new beginning
Provision
Mercy
Unfettered approval
In this eight-day study, you can unwrap the very best gifts and the best news you’ll receive all year. Spend time opening the gifts only our gift-giving God can deliver.
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Andrea Kim was born and raised in Houston, Texas. She holds an accounting degree, an MBA, and a law degree from the University of Texas at Austin. She also earned a Masters in Biblical Studies from Dallas Theological Seminary. She has spent well over a decade teaching the Bible at church and serving as head of sermon research for her pastor at Houston’s First Baptist Church. Andrea is an attorney of 20 years, but her passion is to open up the world of God’s exciting truths for others the way they were opened up for her. She serves on the Board of Directors for The Seed Company, a Bible translation organization currently translating the Bible into more than 800 languages.
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Santa Daddy – Cover Reveal

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Santa Daddy

Coming November 27

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My most important job as Santa is to rid the world of non-believers of all ages. But first, I have to make one of them my wife.

Crystal spent her entire life avoiding Christmas, and I have only two weeks to convince her otherwise. She is stubborn, but I am determined.

She will learn the magic of Christmas either on Santa’s lap, or over it.

The fate of Christmas depends on it.

Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Rayanna Jamison

Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.

In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.

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