IMPORTANT Sex Therapy News + a #Giveaway

FINALLY!

It’s release day, which means I get to share Chase Walker with the world at last.

However, anyone who has been following the lead up to the release of Sex Therapist will be noticing some changes as of today – and with good reason.

Right before the weekend, I realised that Sex Therapy was completely unsearchable on Amazon. For a new release, this is absolutely no blooming use to me as its author.

I have spent the entire weekend emailing with Amazon about the why and what can be done about it, and each time I have received an addition reason on top of the last ones they threw at me. On Saturday evening, I finally managed to pinpoint it down to the fact that my cover was too explicit, my title had the word ‘sex’ in it, and when combined with the book’s adult content, they couldn’t possibly allow it to show up in a ‘general search’. I did argue that typing ‘sex therapy: episode one j.a. belfield’ into their search bar didn’t really classify as a ‘general search as it was pretty specific – nor did using the book’s ASIN (ID number) as a search trigger, but both of those in the search bar continuously bought up ‘0 results’. By the responses I kept getting from Amazon staff, I’m unsure if they just couldn’t quite understand what I was trying to say, or if they were skirting answering me.

Either way, it was the weekend prior to the release of a pre-order, and according to Amazon’s pre-order rules, I couldn’t update any of the book’s details or files so close to release, so I was stuck.

However, I had, throughout Saturday, come to terms with the fact that I would have to change both the cover AND title of Sex Therapy if I wanted it to ever be seen/found, etc.

I had ONE DAY to sort this out. And, again, due to the above-mentioned Amazon rules regarding pre-orders, I couldn’t actually make any of these changes before it’s actual release date.

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I also have a 3 day book blast booked with Enchanting Journey, and every single blogger had been sent out the ‘Sex Therapy’ title details and the ‘Sex Therapy’ cover – which is a complication I admit.

Despite this, because I want my book to be found, I decided to go ahead and make the changes.

So, if you see some awesome bloggers shouting out about Sex Therapy, don’t stress it – they’re doing what they’ve been asked.

And if you see others shouting out about ‘The Therapist’ … again, don’t stress it, because THE THERAPIST is Sex Therapy’s new (last-minute) name.

And below, is its new cover. ☺☺☺

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And if your curiosity is peaked (as it should be), fear not! You can meet him by clicking below.

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BUY EPISODE ONE OF THE THERAPIST HERE!

But don’t go away yet!

Because I have a lovely-jubbley giveaway for you guys.

Prize: $25 Amazon Gift Card

All’s you gotta do to enter is click the image below and enter.

Good luck!

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the-therapist_1From International Bestselling author J.A. Belfield comes an intriguing erotic romance serial …

Episode One: Through self-imposed rules and a learned composure, Chase Walker takes a married couple on their first steps into bedroom communication. The same stance he takes with every client on his list. That is, until his newest client walks in and gives a whole new meaning to a hard day at the office. With a face full of innocence and a beauty she seems unaware of, Abi O’Shay might just be the first person to crack his professional façade.

 

 

Series Synopsis:

Chase Walker: Founder of C.W. Consult. Sex therapist extraordinaire.

And, without question, always in control.

After years of schooling his emotions, Chase takes pride in his self-composure and firm lack of commitment. It takes only one, fresh-faced redhead in need of his services for all of that to fall to pieces.

Abigail O’Shay is everything Chase isn’t. Sweet. Innocent. A virgin.

Chase has never wanted to defile anything more.

Except, if that whole therapist-client barrier isn’t enough of an issue, Chase’s own demons are only too happy to cock-block all the sinful fantasies treatments he has in mind for his latest client.

Pre-Order Sex Therapy Today!

In just ONE WEEK, episode one of the awaited SEX THERAPY will be getting unleashed out into the world.

For those of you unsure of what to expect, here’s a peek at a couple of the early review comments to give you an idea:

“HOT. Scorching hot.”

“DAMN!!! That’s what I’m talking about!!!”

It’s my first foray into erotic romance, and I’m equal parts excited and nervous to share this with you guys.

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So, if you want to know what, exactly, is scorching hot about this serial, you’re gonna have to grab it … and there’s no time like the present.

PRE-ORDER NOW!

But don’t go away yet …

Because I want to let you know what’s happening release week.

  1. A Release Blast is being run by Enticing Journeys, with a little giveaway you might want to enter, and
  2. I’ll be running a giveaway of my own with a tasty prize you’ll defo want to check out

To make sure you don’t miss those, be sure to follow the Tweets and posts, and check out the blog or newsletter, if you subscribe

Otherwise … see you next week.

p.s. I can’t wait to see what you all think of Chase Walker. ☺☺

 

Happy Book Birthday to Lynn Burke’s The Playboy Bachelor

The Playboy Bachelor
Contemp Romance / Menage
Release Date: Jan 31, 2017
Publisher: Evernight
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), double penetration, anal sex, breath play

Dubbed Boston’s bachelor of the year, Blake Harper knows how to make the North Shore’s women sigh and say yes…except for the studious Wren Shipman. The more she resists, the more he’s compelled to pursue the little birdie, conquer her, and flee to save himself from a fall he’s never wanted.
 
Wren would love nothing more than to dig her fingernails into Blake’s back and squeeze the life from him with her thighs. But she’s not interested in being another notch in the billionaire bachelor’s string of shapely sweethearts–not when she’s so close to earning the precious college degree that will help her rise above the trailer-trash stench she was born into.   
 
With his best friend’s help, the playboy’s persistence wears on the young co-ed, until he has the little bird soaring from every fantasy he fulfills. What goes up must come down, and when Wren finds herself falling hard and fast towards a bitter reality, she’ll do anything to save her heart from shattering. Even if it means walking away from the only man who had the passion to make her fly.

PURCHASE LINKS:


B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/%22Lynn%20Burke%22?Ntk=P_key_Contributor_List&Ns=P_Sales_Rank&Ntx=mode+matchall

Bookstrand:

Kobo:  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/search?query=Lynn%20Burke&fcsearchfield=Author

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EXCERPT:

“Dance with me,” he said, pushing to his feet and holding out his hand.

I’d rather get right to the fucking, I thought, but I took his hand anyway, cursing myself with every erotic sway of our tightly pressed bodies. His hard cock pressed against my belly, his large hand palmed my ass.

I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck, closed my eyes, and leaned my forehead against his rock-like chest. He smelled ten times better than chocolate, woodsy, sexy man … I wanted a bite. “You drive me insane.” I heard myself whisper.

Blake’s other hand palmed my ass, and he lifted me higher.

My legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed as our mouths crashed together. His groans filled my ears as his fingers dug into my backside. I’d bruise for sure, I thought, pulling his hair to angle his head so I could bite his lower lip.

“Fuck,” he gasped as I bit harder. He ground his cock against my soaked core, and I repeated his curse over the fact clothing separated our bodies. His mouth released from mine, Blake kissed along my jaw, down my neck, and back up to my ear as I squirmed in his hold. He bit my earlobe, and I winced, my panties useless to contain my arousal.

“I want to fuck you, Wren. Right here. Right now.”

I shimmied out of his arms, and he tugged my tank top off. In my rush to get his shirt open, I heard a few buttons ping off the furniture as they flew. Holy shit, his bare chest. I licked across one pec and bit the hard nub on the other.

“Goddamn it, woman.” He all but ripped off my skirt, the material floating to the floor.

Panting—heaving for breath—we stepped apart, hungry gazes drinking in the other. His eyes set my skin aflame, and I swallowed, nails digging into my palms, as I studied every curve and indent of his sinful upper body. The luscious V of muscle disappearing beneath his jeans flooded my mouth with drool and my pussy with cream.

“Lose the jeans,” I said, my voice raspy and low.

“Lose the bra and panties,” he replied, reaching for his zipper.

A quick rustle of clothing and we both stood naked, his jutting cock drawing my gaze. “Condom,” I whispered, every inch of my body thrumming.

Blake fished one from the back pocket of his jeans, ripped it open, and rolled it on. Two steps forward, and he tangled a hand in my hair, his other hand gripping my thigh to hoist me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and wiggled around, trying to line up his cock with my dripping core. He attacked my mouth, striding across the room.

My back slammed into a wall, ripping a gasp from me, but Blake swallowed the noise and thrust into me, balls deep and perfect.

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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.Find Lynn on her 

websiteFacebookTwitterAmazon, and Goodreads.


Welcome to No One Until Her, the latest addition to Lynn Burke’s Risso Family”

 

The final Risso Family novella is now available!

No One Until Her
Risso Family #6
Erotic Romance / BDSM / Menage

Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesn’t want—or need—is a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past.

When untamed Livi Risso’s insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her.

Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesn’t stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like she’s never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love?


Click on image for more information on the Risso Family Series!
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EXCERPT

“What’s your name, sub?” I asked.

“Li … Lisa.”

I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. “If you say so, Bella.”

“Bella?” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. “Is that a compliment?”

“You’re Italian, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s what I’ll call you.” A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. “First thing you ought to know—and should have learned long before entering this club as a sub—your gaze belongs on your Dom’s boots, your knees on the floor.”

The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight.

Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cock—and prickle of unease tingling the back of my neck—I glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didn’t mind switching.

He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bella’s appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet.

The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side. 

As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine.

I quirked a brow in invitation.

He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jaw… We’d enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers.

“Master Devon, care to join us this evening?”

Sex Therapy has a Release Date!

Good news, guys! Sex Therapy has its release date.

Yep, episode one will be with you on February 20th, 2017.

That’s only SIX WEEKS away!

*insert muppet arms*

So, ready to meet Chase Walker?

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Chase Walker: Founder of C.W. Consult. Sex therapist extraordinaire.

And, without question, always in control.

After years of schooling his emotions, Chase takes pride in his self-composure and firm lack of commitment. It takes only one, fresh-faced redhead in need of his services for all of that to fall to pieces.

Abigail O’Shay is everything Chase isn’t. Sweet. Innocent. A virgin.

Chase has never wanted to defile anything more.

Except, if that whole therapist-client barrier isn’t enough of an issue, Chase’s own demons are only too happy to cock-block all the sinful fantasies treatments he has in mind for his latest client.

Then, mark your calendars!

February 20th 2017!


And as if that’s not enough …

Keri Lake’s Ripple Effect ALSO has a release date!

Yep, episode one of her highly-anticipated serial will be releasing just ONE DAY AFTER Sex Therapy on February 21st 2017!

Wanna meet Rip?

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Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.

*This is an erotic suspense/erotic romance not recommended for readers under the age of 18 due to graphic violence and sex.

Yeah, you might wanna add this one to your calendars, too. 😉