🌟 Freebie Tuesday (Edition #264) 🌟

Welcome back! As always I will be tweeting random freebies that I can find on any given day so if you're looking for more free books make sure to follow me on twitter @JackieBookWorld. :) 

***Note that there will be some books that will be free for limited time only, so make sure to download them as soon as you can. Also if there is any specific genre that you guys would like me feature, let me know in the comment section below. Enjoy! 

Kissed by Fire 
by Kimber White
Release Date: June 7th 2018 by Nokay Press LLC
Series: Dragonkeepers #1
Pages: 240
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
Author's Links: Goodreads, Website, Facebook

A dragon shifter on the verge of death. A woman being hunted by wolves. The oath he swears to protect her may be his last.

Xander Brandhart is running out of time. He and his brothers are the only dragon shifters left alive, but if the billionaire Xander doesn't find a mate soon, his last shift will be permanent. As he looks for a magic stone to prolong his three-hundred-year life, he can feel himself starting to lose control. When he meets a feisty, beautiful redhead, it's love at first sight, but his heart sinks as he realizes no human has ever survived mating with a dragon…

Shae MacKenna lived alone on the streets of Chicago until the age of 13. It wasn't until an eccentric old mage took her in that she could trust another living soul. But shortly after her 21st birthday when a pack of feral wolf shifters kills her guardian, she'd almost rather be the next victim than go it alone all over again. Thankfully, an actual living dragon bursts in to save her life. When Xander swears an oath to protect her, she reluctantly joins the billionaire in his penthouse suite.

As the pack of wolf shifters continues to stalk her, Shae feels herself falling for her protector. To fulfill his bond and his growing attraction toward her, Xander may need to sacrifice his life to save the woman he loves.

Kissed By Fire is a captivating standalone paranormal romance novel featuring billionaire dragon shifters. If you like sizzling chemistry, happily ever afters, and twists you won't see coming, then you'll love Kimber White's passionate, action-packed story. 
(Synopsis taken from Goodreads)

       

The Gift 

by Margaret McHeyzer

Release Date: July 23, 2017

Series: The Butterfly Effect #1

Pages: 194

Genres: Young Adult

Author's Links: Goodreads, Twitter

I have something people want. I have something they cannot take or steal. I have something they'd kill for.
The something I have, isn't a possession, it's more.
Much, much more.
It's a gift.
It's part of me.

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🌟EXCERPT REVEAL!🌟 Petal Plucker by Iris Morland

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Petal Plucker by Iris Morland

Release Date: April 9th 2019 by Blue Violet Press LLC

Genres: Romance, Comedy

The man I hate might be the first one to pluck my petals… 

Confession: I, Dandelion “Dani” Wright, am twenty-six years old and have yet to be deflowered. No man has hosed my hyacinth. Fondled my freesia. Diddled my daffodil.

You get the point.

My excuse?

I was too busy running my family’s flower shop and winning floral design competitions.

Suddenly that whole pesky virginity thing becomes a big deal when Jacob West walks back into my life. The boy I once loved. The same boy who humiliated me when he stood me up for prom.

This Jacob is no boy, though: he’s all man now—confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched. I can almost forget I’m supposed to hate him forever. Almost.

To make things worse, he’s my main competition now, since he took over his parents’ flower shop. If I give into this sizzling attraction between us, it could jeopardize everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve.

But if I’m not careful, he might not just be the first man to pluck my petals—he might also be the only man to capture my heart. 

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{EXCERPT}

I didn’t hear Jacob come up behind me until he said, “I think I know what you’re doing.”

I turned, and my breath caught when I saw how close he was to me. I could make out the dark blue around his pupils, whereas the outer rim of his irises was a paler gray-blue. He had absurdly long lashes, and as a woman who had tried her fair share of mascara, I found it rather irritating.

Despite the long lashes, pretty eyes, and working in a flower shop, he still managed to exude masculinity. Maybe it was the confidence that he wore so easily, or how any parts of him that were pretty were overshadowed by the strength in his arms, or the firmness of his jaw, or the width of his shoulders. I had a distinct feeling that strong and firm were two of the best adjectives to describe Jacob West.

“What am I doing?” I said.

“You’re here to steal all of our secrets.”

I snorted, only because my mom had said the same thing about Jacob. “What, like your secret ingredient? What’s in the fertilizer, Jacob? Please tell me so I can make a fortune.” I batted my eyelashes.

He bit back a smile. “You’re different than when I last saw you,” he mused.

“Um, I should hope so. If I was the exact same as when I’d been a teenager, I’d be concerned.”

“No, I don’t mean how you look, but that is different, too, but not by much. I recognized you immediately.” He peered into my face, like he could find all of my secrets and hoard them for himself. To keep myself from squirming under his scrutiny, I stared at him, too, which made him full-on smile.

“Have you figured me out, yet?” I said.

“No, but I think I will.” 

To my surprise, he reached out and plucked something from my hair, but he didn’t move his hand right away. I waited from him to step away, but his gaze moved from my eyes to my mouth. Electricity seemed to crackle between us. My mouth went dry as I wondered if he was going to kiss me, right here in the middle of his store.

About the Author: 

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland is the author of over a dozen sexy, small-town romances and romantic comedies. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. 

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🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 Immerse by Tobie Easton {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Immerse by Tobie Easton

Release Date: March 19th 2019 by Month9Books

Series: Mer Chronicles #3

Pages: 300

Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Immerse is the spellbinding and breathless final installment of the Mer Chronicles series where descendants of the Little Mermaid must face deadly magic, shifting alliances, and the dangers of forbidden love.

Lia can’t wait for her parents’ coronation. Now living in the sparkling palace beneath the waves, she sneaks off to Malibu whenever possible to see Clay. Tucked away in an abandoned seaside mansion, Lia and Clay devise a plan to ensure they can stay together forever.

But when an old enemy resurfaces and Lia is restricted to the palace for the safety of all Merkind, she and Clay are ripped apart once more.

She fears not only for Clay, but for her best friend Caspian, who seems to be swimming down a dangerous path. He has invited the conniving Melusine to the coronation ball, convinced she’s capable of change. And no matter how hard Lia fights it, showing up on Caspian’s arm is just the start of Melusine’s insidious return to her life. 

With threats Below growing more ominous by the day and a powerful ancient ritual looming, soon the two girls can’t escape each other. As their fates grow increasingly intertwined, Melusine might be the only one who can help Lia find the answers she desperately needs to save everyone she loves and to achieve her happily ever after. But can Lia trust her?

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{EXCERPT}

The library doors are my favorite in the castle. Unlike all the other doors, made of sculpted sea glass in colors ranging from pastels to deep jewel tones, the doors to the varellska (Mermese for library) are made of the coated wood of a sunken Victorian ship. Mounted to the frame between the double doors is a handcrafted mermaid from the ship’s prow, her wooden hair blowing around her in carved curls, her face proud. She puts a smile on my own face as I open one of the doors and swim into the room that may hold the answer I need among its secrets.

Shelves stretch up the walls high above my head, each lined with shells of every conceivable size and pattern, from short volumes of poetry in tiny sundial shells to hours-long research tomes in giant diadema shells. Between the shells stand various treasures for decoration: an antique spyglass, a bronze-rimmed compass, an old brass lantern. I inhale the scent of shell polish and whalebone styluses.

I’ve come on the librarian’s day off and have the whole place to myself. I swim up to the highest shelves, where there rests a large, gilded starfish, the symbol of balanced justice. What’s happened to Clay at the hands and fins of Merkind has been anything but just.

I’m hoping that means justice is on our side throughout our quest to make him a Merman. I rub the starfish for luck. “Help me find a way,” I murmur into the varellska’s quiet stillness.

AUTHOR BIO:

Award-winning author Tobie Easton was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, where she's grown from a little girl who dreamed about magic to a twenty-something who writes about it. Her debut novel, Emerge, is a Gold Medal Winner (Young Adult - Sci-Fi/Fantasy) of the Moonbeam Children's Book Awards and is Book 1 in the acclaimed Mer Chronicles series. The trilogy follows the descendants of the Little Mermaid and offers fans a peek into a world where Mermaids aren't just real, but live secretly among us on land.

She and her very kissable husband enjoy traveling the globe and fostering packs of rescue puppies. Tobie loves chocolate chip cookies and Oxford commas. A summa cum laude graduate of the University of Southern California, Tobie splits her time between Los Angeles and Boston. Learn more about Tobie and her upcoming books on www.TobieEaston.com.

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🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 Climbing The Walls by Sacha T. Y. Fortuné {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Climbing The Walls by Sacha T. Y. Fortuné

Release Date: July 28th 2018 by Fortunink

Series: Hart & Cole #1

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

***Real emotion. Real life. Real love. This is NOT a glossy love story. But if you’re looking for a romance read that will rattle you… characters that will change you… and love that will last in your mind long after you’re finished… THIS IS THE ONE FOR YOU.***

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Kris fell, head over heels over hormones, for the damaged b*tch who became his power-woman sex-goddess wife.

All Nicole wants is to be a better mother, and a wife more worthy of the husband she loves with every fibre of her body, but she is constantly yanked away by her job and her overbearing boss Darren Hart.

But Darren has marital problems of his own – and, when he confides in her, Nicole realises just how easily a happy marriage can crumble.

…Can she keep her own from doing the same?

Told from both points of view, “Climbing The Walls” explores the fibres that hold a marriage together – love, trust, forgiveness… and of course, the earth-shattering sex that will not be denied.

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{EXCERPT}

KRIS

Silence engulfs the room. I lie on the bed, hands behind my head, bareback, thinking. She sits there beside the damp towel, looking at me. It’s the middle of the afternoon on the longest day of both our lives, and the rest of the day looms ahead. Frighteningly. Each of us waiting for the other to make the first move. The first move to determine where our marriage and the rest of our lives are going.

“I missed you,” she says quietly, breaking the silence. She slides down into position beside me on the bed, pulling her feet onto the bed.

I close my eyes slowly, knowing what’s coming next. Knowing it and dreading it, and craving it simultaneously. She leans over me and pushes my hair back from my face to clear my forehead and kiss it. Her lips are soft and wary; it may be days before they return full force to their usual passion. Ah, yes. Too well, I remember my thoughts from the morning of last time we used the rose.

Too well.

She abandons my forehead and moves south, tracing her lips over my nose and settling on my lips. She pulls away gently, waits a split second and dips back in again. And pulls back, waiting. Waiting. Eyes closed, I can feel the electricity swallowing me whole, pulling me toward her. It’s what she wants. What she needs. She needs me to need her. She needs to be absolutely irresistible, she needs to be my kryptonite.

My reluctance dwindles, pitifully. I have so little resistance. I’ve missed her so much, her lithe body pressing against my side… her eyes moistening and soaking me up, pulling me into her world, her hair draped so tantalisingly over my bare chest, her legs barely touching my skin yet sending out such steady and compelling heat – such warmth, oh God such warmth, her warm fingers pressing ever-so-gently into my cheek, a control mechanism to direct my lips—

Dammit dammit dammit dammit.

So little resistance.

My eyes still closed in utter and absolute bliss, I feel her leg cross over my stomach so that she’s straddling me, rolling onto my body and dragging her fingers through my hair and kissing me hard on the lips, pulling back every few seconds till my helpless body succumbs to her spell and leans forward of its own accord, seeking solace in the soft warmth of her thick and all-powerful lips. Her tongue snakes into my mouth at the same time that she places her right hand in between our stomachs, arching her body back slightly from mine. Teasing me. Good Lord, teasing me. So unfair. So damn unfair. After the last few days I’ve had, after the torture I’ve been through. She’s always had all the control, she loves separating us with that sole hand, her torso muscles tensed and taut and teasing.

Oh Good Lord. God Almighty. Stop teasing me. Stop taunting me. Stop tearing me apart. Stop… good God, STOP. Please, for the love of God, STOP.

“STOP!” The vehemence of my own words jars me, and she pulls back abruptly, jaw ajar and eyes exhibiting awe.

I wriggle out from under her until I’m standing on two shaky feet on the carpeted floor beside my marital bed. “I can’t—I can’t do this. I won’t.”

AUTHOR BIO:

Sacha T. Y. Fortuné hails from the twin islands of Trinidad and Tobago in the Caribbean, and she considers herself a “citizen of the world” [Read her “30 Day Truth Challenge” here – go to Day 16].

Her passion for writing began in her early childhood, when she channeled her active imagination into writing short stories, poems and full-length novels for her friends.

The winner of several writing awards during her childhood, she became the President of the Writers’ Guild at Lancaster University in Lancaster, UK, where she contributed some poems and short stories to Lancaster University’s Writers’ Guild Anthologies during 2005-2007.

With her BA in Media & Cultural Studies under her belt, she went on to complete her MA in International Journalism at the University of Westminster in London, UK.

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🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 Blonde Who Got Away by Emily J. Wright {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

Blonde Who Got Away by Emily J. Wright 

Release Date: March 13th 2019

Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense

Brandon

Brandon Bryce.

The name just doesn’t have a nice ring to it, but it’s a way of living.

His life motto—pleasing every woman with multiple orgasms and making them beg for more.

His only hobby—swinging on a sex swing with a voluptuous woman.

His favorite vacation—drinking ‘Sex on the beach’ in his Jacuzzi while a woman goes down on him hard.

All he wants is sex—anytime, any day, with no strings attached, and no commitment.

As for settling down, he doesn’t believe in marriage, nor has time for something as stupid as love. He has a business to run too, you know. How else could he afford the lifestyle he has worked so hard for?

It was not easy for him to make way from a modest suburb of Chicago to a penthouse in the upper east side of New York. He had to push people around. He dipped his toes into blackmailing. He broke the trust and hearts of hundreds.

Is he proud of his actions?

Yes, of course.

Will he do it again?

Fuck, yeah.

Is he afraid of the Karma?

Nah…He is a Chicago born and bred. He’ll make Karma his bitch before she could do the same.

Brandon 2.0

“Fuck you, Brandon.”

‘Love thy neighbor.’ That’s what Brandon thought the Bible say. But some women from the neighboring building threw shoes at him which made him believe otherwise. That’s not the welcome home present he was expecting.

Asshole.

Jerk.

Douche.

That’s some of the kind words he has been called on his first day back from the hospital.

It has been brought to his attention that he wasn’t the nicest person to be around. He broke ties with his parents because he found them too clingy. His friends are ungrateful bastards. And he has no one left to share his life with.

But good for him that he doesn’t remember any of it. He lost his memory in an accident that put him in a coma for two months.

Now, he is determined to get his life back on track. To make amends to those who he has wronged. But only if he could stop getting distracted by the beautiful blonde whom he fell in love with when he was in a coma.

He is hallucinating according to his doctor. His butler says she is a flicker of his imagination. But she is real to Brandon, and he will find her by any means possible.

While the debate still continues about her existence with no agreement in sight, they all, however, agree on calling her ‘the blonde who got away.’

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{EXCERPT}

She is moaning and chanting my name again and again. I can’t blame her for being a fan; I am a superstar down there, plowing her field for the final touchdown.

As I move my tongue in and out, tongue-fucking her like never before, I can feel her whole body trembling and pussy clenching. She is about to have an orgasm, and the way she is scratching me with her toenails, it’s going to be a big one. Her stiff body lightens as she comes on my face, giving me what I wanted in return for my efforts.

It’s over for her—but not for me.

I remain under her sweatshirt, with my tongue inside her, cleaning her out like a Roomba. I give a final deep kiss to her pussy and then pull my head out.

She is in the euphoric state—heavily breathing, body quivering, profusely sweating, mouth agape, eyes wide open.

Yes, I blew her brains out. A job well done. Thank you. Thank you very much.

I snap my fingers before her face to bring her back to her senses. “How was it?”

“One of the best—no, probably the best—no, the best.”

I was so good that she couldn’t decide. She is flustered.

“Glad you like it.” I smooch her, letting her taste herself as I gently run my fingers through her hair. And then I rest my head on the softest pillows I could find: her bosoms.

While she strokes the back of my head, I bury my face deep into her soft breasts. She embraces me in her arms, and with a kiss, places her chin right on the top of my head.

“This is just the beginning of our anniversary.” I turn my head and kiss her boobs. “Wait till I show you what I have planned for you in the morning, afternoon, evening and night.”

“Huh . . . sounds like you have done a lot of planning for this day,” she says coldly.

Not much enthusiasm. I don’t know why? Maybe she is just tired, or probably mad that I teased her too much before finishing her off.

“Yes, I did,” I say, rubbing my face against her breasts.

“So, you fed me, eat me, and also have an entire day planned for me, but don’t want anything in return? Not even a tie pin? Are you that selfless?”

And there is that tone again. What has gotten into her today? Did I offend her someway?

And how selfish does she think I am?

Okay, I am a bit selfish when it comes to her boobs . . . or pussy . . . Never mind.

“You are the first and last thing I truly wanted. Your presence in my life is everything for me. I don’t have any desire left for anything else in my—”

“You jerk!” she shouts, grabbing my hair, and yank me off her breasts. She is breathing heavily on my face, practically huffing.

I am not a fool. I know she is mad at me. But why? What did I do to deserve this?

She pulls my hair harder and again screams at my face. “Tell me what you want!”

All right. I get it now. She thinks I am rubbing it in her face that I have an entire itinerary planned while she failed to even remember this day.

Yeah, that must be it.

She can be a little immature sometimes. By now, she should have realized that I am the prisoner of her love. I am doing this for her to have a nice and memorable day.

“Calm down, sweetheart,” I say, trying to cup her face.

But she slaps my hand away and shouts, “Don’t call me sweetheart!”

“Okay . . . listen. Just like a wedding is all about the bride, and the groom is more or less like a prop, same goes for the anniversary. I am just here to serve you. It’s your day. It’s all about you.”

“All about me, huh?” She let go of my hair, and her face breaks into a smile—an evil smile.

“Absolutely. You can do anything you like,” I say with sheer determination.

“Sounds good,” she says, smacking her lips. Must be enjoying her pussy taste the same way I did.

Finally, I am successful in putting some sense into her that this is . . .

Holy fucking cow!

Out of nowhere, she shoves me away, all the way to the sink. I regret paying for her classes now—especially the kickboxing one. As her gaze meets mine, I nervously gulp down.

Now, what does she have in mind? Am I wrong in loving her more than anything in this world, my life included?

She jumps down from the kitchen counter and kicks her panty out of the way. “Now, I am going to do to you whatever I like.” She comes closer, and in the blink of an eye, she is in my arms.

What is she, a daredevil? That was quite a long jump.

Before I could wrap my mind around what just happened, her legs are tightly wrapped around me, and I am getting kissed all over my face.

I don’t know what led her to do this. It may be my romantic gesture, or she is returning the favor for eating her, or I am some kind of symbolic gold medal for her record-breaking jump.

Either way, I am really liking what she is doing to me.

She is biting my lips, scratching my neck, and hugging me like a bear. With her lips in a friendly battle against mine, and her tongue shoved deep in my throat, I have no chance but to surrender. I tap on her shoulder, requesting a moment to breathe, but she ruthlessly denies.

I consider myself a generous lover. Gets rough a little bit only when I am told to. Sure, I like to tease, but only because it builds up an explosive orgasm.

But I am nothing like her.

When her horniness reaches the saturation point, she becomes inconsiderate, wild, passionate, and without limits. In simple words, she becomes a horny slut.

I tap on her shoulder too many times, but then my hands just become cold and motionless. I see a white light before my eyes, calling my name, asking me to join it.

AUTHOR BIO:

Emily J. Wright had her life planned out from the start. She graduated from high school, went to college, did her CPA and got a corporate job as an analyst. But one thing she didn’t plan for was finding clumps of hair in her shower drain. That’s when she realized that the numbers in her head can’t co-exist with the stories forming in her head. So, for the sake of her hair, and not appear sleeping with open eyes in every office meeting when her mind drifts away to think a plot twist to bring the protagonist together with the heroine, she puts fingers to the wireless keyboard and starts putting together the stories.

While the rest seems busy writing about the alpha males with abs that can be used as a grater, she writes about the wild, sassy heroines who can be only tamed by the grand, sweep of the floor romantic gesture of a man with abs that can be used as a grater. PS: She loves abs.

In the world where quiet is a luxury, she found her home in the peaceful suburbs of Dublin, Ohio, where she lived with Zeus, her Labrador, and her cat, Mimi, who makes Zeus miserable by day but sleeps with him in his bed at night.

Yes...she is still single by choice. She is waiting for someone with whom she can share the same chemistry that Paul Reiser and Helen Hunt had in ‘Mad About You.’ Damn it! That show has ruined her. Fingers crossed, this year she gets what she wanted.

And one more thing, for a millennial, her social media skills sucks, so she would appreciate if you stop by her pages to give her some tips.

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