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Project Sapphire: The World’s first AI. A top-secret project exposed to a select group of scientists. Lei Heaton, a man desperate to save his daughter, is at the top of the bionics empire. He not only hired the team to repair his daughter’s damaged body, he plans to reanimate her dead mind using the Sapphire AI.

A dangerous man—a killer that is no regular human…

Maxwell Landon—codename: Deimos—is the Adelphi Organization’s top agent. His M.O is simple: Never fail. He’s used to annihilating anyone that gets in his way. But this time, he’s being called to protect and deliver. Deimos is aware that this mission won’t be like any other. Then he lays eyes on the resurrected Ms. Heaton, and instantly he knows:

That is not Magdalena Heaton.

And he will never be the same again.

Control, his most prized possession, is ripped from him with a single glance…

The violent attraction he feels for the girl complicates matters immediately. But what Deimos doesn’t know is that things are about to get much worse. Sapphire isn’t just a completely different person than the dead Ms. Heaton—she’s the AI miracle of the century. An advancement that many would kill to own.

Including himself, no matter how hard he fights against it.

A girl determined to protect her creator. A man determined to protect her…

Despite the fact that she is not Magdalena, Sapphire is bent on taking her place as Mr. Heaton’s daughter in order to keep her creator safe. Deimos knows that he has to honor her wish. But the thing inside him is demanding more. More than a touch. A lot more than a taste. It responds to everything about her…every stuttered breath that lets him know she wants him as much as he wants her.

How does he walk away when he knows that no matter how far he is from her, she’ll always be in danger and he’ll always hunger for her?

Genre Erotica/ Sci Fi

Publication Date May 1st 2014





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I feel crazed.

I am crazed, my mind splitting in two. Grinding down on my teeth, I snap my lids shut. This isn’t normal. And I have to control myself. She’s isn’t ready for what I want. If I’m going to do this with her, I have to let her control it. It has to be her using my body, taking what she needs.

Fuck, that thought turns me on more.

She cups my face and smooths her thumbs across my cheekbones. “Deimos… you look pained.”

I force my lids open, so that she can see my eyes, knowing damn well what she’ll find in there. Obsession. Has to be. It’s hit me hard, too fast. “I’m trying to do this at your speed, but never wanted anyone this fucking much.”

The emotion that flares in her eyes guts me. I don’t dare analyze it, don’t think I can handle it right then.

Still cupping my face, she leans toward me. I have a split second to wet my lips, then her lips are on me, her tongue pushing into my mouth.

I twitch and groan beneath her, my eyes lost in the back of my head again. Sapphire kisses me as if she could eat me alive, our tongues twining violently. My hands tighten around the covers, thoughts growing dim.

My dick pounds along with my raging heartbeat. I growl at her as she pulls back to stare at me with flushed cheeks and molten eyes. I cup her face in my palm, caressing it rougher than I should. “You are gorgeous, and if you don’t touch me soon, I think I’m going to explode in my pants,” I joke with her, smirking.

She giggles, her lips stretching out into a wide smile. They’re wet, coated in my saliva. I reach up and smooth my thumb across her bottom one. I want more of me on her. Covering her.

The smile falls off Sapphire’s face. She’s fucking panting, her eyes asking me for things she isn’t ready for. Easy. Her first time. I drop one hand to her thigh, circling and squeezing.

Her hands flatten on my chest, smoothing the material of my shirt across my pecs. Her eyes keep bouncing from what her hands are doing to my mouth. There’s a hesitancy to her touch.

My chest squeezes in on itself. Rising up, I wrap her in my arms and turn around so that my back is facing the headboard. I lean back and make myself comfortable. “Sapphire, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

She spreads her fingers over my pecs and squeezes down. As if familiarizing herself with my body. “What about what you want?”

My dick twitches. I can’t help but rotate my hips into her wet heat. Fuck. I need our clothes gone. “Baby, what I want is for you to use me. However you want.”

Sapphire bites back a throaty moan, her nails digging into my skin. “However I want it?”

Images flash through my mind; a fucked-up kaleidoscope of naked flesh, roaming hands, and breathless moans that leaves me shaking. “Yes. God. Whatever you want. Just do it.”

Her skirt rises up on her thighs as she spreads her legs and shifts on top of me.

My dick is going to rip through my jeans. If she teases me like that one more time…

I slide my thumbs up the insides of her thighs, lifting the edge of her skirt as I go. She lets me, and by the time her boyshorts come into view, we’re tense against each other. Our panting breaths are the only sound in the room.

Her boyshorts are light blue. The fabric covering her pussy is damp. I can see the outline of her lips clearly. God damn. The lush scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I moan, squeezing down on her thighs. “Baby, I’m about to lose my mind. Work with me here. Tell me what you like.”

“I like it when you moan,” she whispers, rocking toward my thumbs.

I move my thumbs closer to her pussy and moan for her again. “What else?”

“I like how your skin feels. Want more.”

Thank fuck. I ease her back so I can sit up and yank my shirt off. I fling it across the room and ease back on the headboard.

Sapphire’s eyes are filled with wonder as she takes in my chest. Her eyes fall to the tattoo on my ribcage.

Never give up. Never give in. Keep fighting until your last breath.

Her fingers trace the words slowly.

Every muscle tightens for her, the male animal in me brimming with pride at her stunned silence.

“Deimos…” she breathes out slowly, the awe in her voice driving me wild.

I don’t know what comes over me or why, but there’s no stopping the next word that leaves my mouth. “Maxwell.”

The stillness that falls over us is unreal. Somehow, her pupils get even larger. Dark eyes lock on me with that same wonder from before and something else. Shock.

My heart feels like it’s about to explode through my ribcage.

My fucking name. I did it. I gave her my name.




Review by Sue Ellen
If you love Scifi this is definitely one for you to pick up. The Exchange is a fresh new look to the world of Scifi, I picked this one because it seemed very unique based off of the sypnosis and I will say I liked it from the start to the finish. I have read other books in this genre but they did not have the mixture that this treasure did. You meet Dermos who is freaking hot and sent on a mission to bring a package to a wealthy man. But little does he know that the package has been well altered beyond what he expected (just like him) and when these two meet chemistry and sparks start to fly. When you mix a fathers love to want anything in the world including changing his daughter to become bionic along with AI you have project Sapphire. However, the technology has become so advance that now others are trying to grasp it. Because you see Sapphire is capable of more than what is known and only under certain situation will the truth comes out. So you see not only did this book bring you steamy, it brought you action and lots more that you will have to read and find out why I enjoyed this book. Do we possibly see more in the future by this author and characters that we see in this book, I sure hope so.

About the Author


N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world.

N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

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Blog Tour& Giveaway ~ Dangerous Protector by Milly Taiden


Dangerous Protector
Federal Paranormal Unit 2
If you run from love, you’re asking for a chase… James Brock lived the past ten years without the woman he loves. Using his job as head of the Federal Paranormal Unit to help others, he’s done a good job of ignoring his lack of a personal life until she returns. His salvation. His first love. Cynthia Vega had a very good reason to leave the only man she loved after she’d accepted his marriage proposal. Now she’s back as his boss. And he’s not willing to ignore their chemistry or the past. Brock is determined to claim his mate and prove that their passion is even hotter than before. He wants her and her explanation behind their separation. Except, some secrets won’t stay buried in the past. Brock will fight his demons to follow her lead, but Cynthia’s reluctance to explain their lost love may be the one key to their destruction…


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Dangerous Protector
© Milly Taiden, Latin Goddess Press 2014
Chapter One

“Brock!” The sound of Cyn’s yell reached him just as he was about to hop into the passenger side of his vehicle.
He stopped. The frustration he was tamping down surged all over again. She reached him a moment later, still panting from the run out of the burning house.
“I just want to say…thank you.” Her gaze dropped down to his mouth. Lust bubbled up inside him. At her slow lick of her lips, he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from hauling her to him. To taste her. “I know your team found the child.” She met his gaze. Desire sparkled in the depths of her hazel eyes. “I appreciate it.”
The beast he never allowed control roared inside, demanding a taste of her lips. Ah, those lips. She had the full luscious bow shaped lips that he knew were soft, decadent, and fit perfectly against his. Her lips, along with every abundant curve on her sexy body, had been his downfall.
“You don’t need to thank me. This is our job.”
“I know I don’t need to thank you. But you and your team…” She glanced over his shoulder into the SUV. Ramirez and Donovan were actively studying them with interest. “You got her and called for help before anything could happen. You saved this child.”
He gripped the door handle. “No. We found her. You saved her.”
The hairs on his arms rose. Something unlocked inside him. Her husky voice, pitched with that sexy Latin accent, was like a punch to the gut. It was low, so low over the still blaring sirens, over the shouts from the firefighters, if he hadn’t had enhanced hearing, he’d never have heard it. None of that mattered. To hear her say his name so softly instantly brought back memories of another time, another place. A time when they’d done much more than mere talking. She shifted. His attention was drawn to her chest. The material of her top plastered to her body, showing off her full breasts.
Ignore it.
He pushed the unwanted memories and feelings back. “You got the kid, Vega. That’s what matters.”
Hurt clouded her eyes. Should he care that she’d been hurt because he called her by her last name? No. He couldn’t care. She’d left him and never returned. Until now. Those emotions weren’t part of him any longer.


If you have never read a book by this author trust me you’re definitely missing out. Not only are her covers gorgeously done but the story lines are amazing. This is the second novel in the series of the Federal Paranormal Unit; however, each can be read alone because the author has a way of making her stories based off characters and sub-characters (who may be able to have stories to themselves). This definitely makes me even crave her writing more. Brock is sexy and passionate about his work, team, and only one women (even though she left him without explanation). Cyn Vega was just that women, she made decision years ago and has had to deal with it even though she has not forgotten Brock. When faith has brought them back again but with a cruel way with Cyn being his boss will they be able to forgive and overcome the hurts in the past and move forward to a life together? The story line is flawless and will keep you reading all the way to the end wanting more. It has all the parts that one should have the meeting of amazing characters, freaking amazing plot, sexy steams that will have your kindle steaming. Oh and let’s not forget the twists that she threw in here, they will keep you guessing. I loved this novel and highly recommend this book to all you paranormal lovers, trust me you won’t regret it!!


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Hi! I’m Milly (AKA April Angel) I love to write sexy stories. They’re usually either paranormal or contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between. I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy kiddo and our little dog “Needy Speedy”. Don’t ask.
When I’m not working some really long hours at the day job, or hanging out in the awful life-sucking invention known as Facebook, messaging my bestie in the UK or shopping with my sis Julie, then I can be found watching scary movies. Buuut when I’m not doing that, I’m usually writing because the voices won’t shut up.
I am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn’t, right?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.
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Release Day Blitz for ‘Heart of War’ by C.L. Foster & E.R. Rada

Heart of War

Lady & Knight Chronicles #1

By- C.L. Foster & E.R. Rada

Publication Date- June 6th, 2014

Genre-  Historical Romance  


The Hundred Years War rages around Adalira Mortimer’s life and country, but she is not what is expected of a Lady; instead of dresses and tea, she dreams about weapons and war.


Bastian Kyros is not typical royalty. Being a warrior is in his blood, not paperwork and peace-keeping.  


Tradition drives their families. She is expected to don her manners and win a worthy husband, and he is expected to drop his sword and do what’s right for the sake of his family’s name, land, and future.


Their chance meeting at the party of the season may offer them both the chance to find what they desire. Brought together by their longing for battle, their greatest fight may be in winning over their families and conquering their own pride.


A lull in battle does not mean there is peace. The greatest of wars are fought in the heart.



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Title: Thin Love
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance crossover
Release Date: Mid to Late July 2014
Cover Designed by: Steven Novak @ Novak Illustration
Love isn’t supposed to be an addiction. It isn’t supposed to leave you bleeding. 
Kona pushed, Keira pulled, and in their wake, they left behind destruction. 
She sacrificed everything for him. 
It wasn’t enough. 
But the wounds of the past can never be completely forgotten and still the flame remains, slumbers between the pleasure of yesterday and the thought of what might have been. 
Now, sixteen years later, Keira returns home to bury the mother who betrayed her, just as Kona tries to hold onto what remains of his NFL career with the New Orleans Steamers. Across the crowded bustle of a busy French Market, their paths collide, conjuring forgotten memories of a consuming touch, skin on skin, and the still smoldering fire that begs to be rekindled. 
When Kona realizes the trifecta of betrayal—his, Keira’s and those lies told to keep them apart—his life is irrevocably changed and he once again takes Keira down with him into the fire that threatens to ignite them both.
Thin Love – Excerpt

She doesn’t stop him when he kisses her. She lets herself take in the heat of his massive body, lets it work over her skin. She inhales him—his scent, the hot rub of his tongue against hers, along her bottom lip. At first, she thinks she won’t react; that she’ll push back the sensation, ignore how sweet he tastes, how hard he feels against her. But then he holds her arms, leans into her until her back rests against the brick wall behind her and Keira is lost.

Kona still makes low groans in his throat when he kisses her; still has the softest lips, the most demanding, wide tongue.

She can’t help herself. He’s an addiction, her favorite drug. She wants a hit. She wants a million hits of him.

Her hands work up his arms, his immense shoulders and his groaning deepens, becomes a growl of pleasure when she returns his attentions. Their mouths aren’t frantic, but they do match each other. He pushes, she pulls, like always, like habit, and it is a delicious drugging dance; one she didn’t know she’d missed.

She feels the swift lick of disappointment when Kona pulls back, but it disappears with his fingers holding her face and the tips smoothing just over her cheekbones.

“My dirty little rascal,” he says, but he doesn’t return her smile, seems struck by how close they are standing, how easy this has been, to fall back into old habits. It was returning…their reactions to one another were primal, instinctual. Un-fucking-avoidable.

The song ends, but Kona hasn’t stopped examining her face. His breath is still hot and panting over her cheeks. It would be easy, so fucking easy, to let him consume her. Every touch is a recall of all the dangerous, desperate emotions Kona sparked in her. Every look dulls her memory, makes her forget how he hurt her, how he broke the promises he swore he’d always keep.

Kona leans in again, somehow moving closer, another hit that will edge her toward overdose and she stops him. The rational part of Keira’s mind pushes back the sensation of his touch and the embers are extinguished.


He pauses, but doesn’t move away from her, doesn’t move his fingers from her skin.

“Wildcat, come on.”

“What are we doing?” Keira knows that expression. It hasn’t changed in sixteen years. Kona’s face is calm, but he frowns, forehead wrinkling in his agitation and Keira stops another attempt of his lips against her mouth. She pushes him back, palm flat against that tempting chest. “How’d this happen?”

Kona’s shoulders sag and finally, her skin is free of his touch.

“Memory lane,” he says.

“That’s a dangerous place.”

“If you say so.”

“I can’t do this with you.” She takes a breath. “I can’t ever do this with you again.”

His anger isn’t quick, not the instant snap of frustration she’d always known from him, but there is no humor on his face and despite her small rejection, he hasn’t moved his arms from the brick behind her. “Why the hell not?”

“I told you. We were not good together. I can’t…” Another slow breath and Keira tries to calm, to ignore the sweet scent of his skin. “I won’t be like that again.”

Too easy, she thinks, reminding herself how effortlessly Kona consumes her. Moth to flame, eager to die in the fire. She hated who she was with him, most days. She hated that she forgot good sense, any smidgeon of reason when he was around her. She didn’t like who she’d been at eighteen and it was that girl, that unbalanced, obsessed girl, that Keira had been running from all these years. She wouldn’t let that girl return, not now, not even for Kona.

When she slips out of the cage of his impossibly large arms, Kona reacts, old habits flirting to the surface. He grabs her arm and for a quick second, Keira feels her teenage self return. His fingers are hot on her bicep, licking heat, anger, passion, through her limbs and Keira fears the sensation, hates that she loves it so much, that she’d missed it more than she wants to admit.

Just like that, she’s ready to react, to fight and it takes all Keira’s strength to repress that inclination. “Don’t…”And at her small warning, Kona jerks back, hands up as though she burned him. “You see what I mean? Three weeks and it’s starting already.”

“I’m sorry.” Keira thinks that he might be telling the truth. He fans his fingers through his hair, eyes rounded as though he can’t believe how he’d reacted. “Please,” Kona says, taking a tentative step forward, voice easy, calm. “Don’t leave.”

She doesn’t want to see that expression on his face; the one that tells her he’s different, that his overwhelming presence is no longer dangerous. He’d fooled her once. He won’t get a second chance. A quick shake of her head and Keira turns away from him, tries to focuses on a plane above shooting away from the city, wishing she was on it. Kona’s breath warms her neck and Keira cringes at how much she’d missed this—him, her, the heat, the passion and it is like refusing the best high she’s ever had. She wants it so desperately, wants to forget all his sins just for a moment, just for one small taste of how good he made her body feel. “If I don’t walk away right now, I’m going to kiss you again.”

Kona’s low voice is heady, firm and Keira has to tighten her eyes closed when his fingertip slides down her spine. “I want you to.”

“I can’t. We…no, we can’t.”

“You’re scared,” he says, mouth hot against her neck.

“I’m petrified.” Despite herself, Keira leans back, lets Kona wrap his hands around her waist.

“I would never hurt you. You know I’d never touch you, not like that.”

No, he never had. Not once. She’d slapped him and punched him because she was angry, because they were twisted, because they both got off on it. But Kona had never returned the favor. His wounds cut deeeper.

“You’re no good for me. You were never good for me.” Keira turns, takes a step back so she can look at his face, so she can see how determined he is to change her mind. “I was a crazy person with you. Obsessed. I can’t relive the past.”

“I’m not the same person.” Kona pulls her forward, gripping her waist in his too large hands until their bodies are flush, until Keira can feel the hard, delicious planes of his chest and the corded muscles of his thighs. She knows he won’t hurt her. She knows he won’t let her go. Kona takes her face again, moving her chin so she’s forced to look at him. “You’re not the same, Wildcat and that was a long time ago.”

And then Keira lets that girl sneak to the surface. She lets her take Kona’s mouth, pull his shirt so that her tongue licks against a wide expanse of tempting, copper skin. She lets that girl enjoy Kona’s mouth, his hands, the way he feels hard, demanding against her, until the night darkens, deepens and her rejection, though halfhearted, comes again.

Kona stops pushing, stops demanding and before he leaves Keira out on that balcony, he reminds her why she’d loved him in the first place. He reminds her why she should love him again.

“I only know one thing—no one sets my skin on fire like you do. No one. Not one person has ever made me feel like I’m alive like you. That hasn’t changed, not in sixteen years.
Don’t try to pretend it isn’t the same for you.”

©Copyright Eden Butler 2014

About Eden
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football. 
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
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