New Release of Existence by S.C. Lewis @kikilovesbooks @csluis2

Existence Banner

Existence by S.C. Lewis
The Devilgod Series Book 1
Dark Erotic Fantasy

Existence cover

Purchase Links:

Existence live 1


Sophia Abuda is an author, who has done more than create fantastical romance novels… She’s lived them. Somewhere along the way in her reincarnation cycle, her prince has been separated from her, and though she loves her husband, Nathan, she still dreams of the long-lost love that will complete her.

Seth Abuda is convinced he’s not who the world believes him to be. In fact, he’s convinced he’s the prince his so-called mother has been waiting for, but he’s stuck behind the illusion his godfather created. Lost in the shadow of his perceived father, Seth longs for the day he will hold the keys to the kingdom, but if he disrupts the fragile balance of his world, he will unleash an enemy he’s not prepared to fight.

Existence teaser
Connect with S.C. Lewis:
Facebook Page:
Amazon Page:
Twitter: @csluis2

My 4-star Review of Foolish Riot (A Riot MC story) by Karen Renee


Title: Foolish Riot
Series: Riot MC Series
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance (can be standalone)
Release Date: September 24, 2019

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 4 out of 5-stars
Patricka “Trixie” has spent ten years trying to get Roll to commit to her. He told her in the beginning that it wouldn’t happen. She’s ready to move on and leave the MC behind and find herself a man that will love her and give her what she thinks she wants. If she could find someone that compares to him but doesn’t have the fear or commitment, she would be all set.

Roll knows that Trixie is his and she is what he wants, but he’s afraid that he won’t be able to give her what she wants out of life. The trouble is that he can’t let her go either. He’s selfish and wants her all to himself. The Devil Lancers may take care of the problem for him.

I couldn’t put it down. It’s full of heat, Alpha males, and sassy, take no crap women. I love Trixie, but these two were giving me anxiety with their non-communication. Big bad bikers who are private and keep crap to themselves and women who take no crap from anyone or as Trixie was known, the Venom Vixen, who is not afraid to be very blunt, make for a lot of drama and anxiety.

I loved this story and hated for it to end. Although, I did love the ending and the way that Roll finally let things roll off his back and accept that Trixie was it for him and he was it for her. I give this story a 4-star review and highly recommend it to readers who like MC, sassy women, and Alpha men who protect what is theirs.

Blog Tour: Foolish Riot by Karen Renee

Title: Foolish Riot
Series: Riot MC Series
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2019

Patricka “Trixie” Baker grew up being used and abused. The night she met her “knight in a leather cut,” she dedicated herself to infiltrating his life. For ten years, all she’s wanted is to be Roll’s property more than anything. Anything. She’s a fixture in the Riot MC, but not part of the family. She never cared what anyone thought of her, but she refuses to be anyone’s fool. With determination to change, and Roll’s inability to commit, she won’t waste any more of her youth on him. 

Homer “Roll” Rolland has two secrets; one he knows will hold Trixie back and limit her life. He’s wanted her in his bed since the first time he laid eyes on her, but holding her back is the last thing he wants to do to the woman he loves. When his other secret leads to Trixie being brutally attacked by a rival MC, Roll is forced to make a decision. 

Trixie wants to be Roll’s property. Roll’s secrets hold him back from her. Will they find away to stay together?
I leaned toward him. “I’m going home. Now step back.”
He scoffed, but his was almost sexy. “You sure as hell are not. So put that bag down.”
“I am.”
“Are you looking for another attack? He fuckin’ beat my sister worse than you. She’s in the damn hospital, and since he’s accused me of doin’ it, I can’t even visit her. Ain’t no fuckin’ way you’re leavin’ this clubhouse.”
My frustration and anger were at record levels. “I have a goddamned job! I have a fuckin’ life and it won’t include bein’ your on-again off-again fuck-buddy. Not any damn more! Now step the fuck back!” I ended on a shriek.
He moved back, and I was not a step past him when he grabbed me from behind, snatched the bag out of my hand, and threw it to the ground. Then we were both down on the bed, me belly first, and Roll’s massive frame on top of me.
Oh, hell no! I began to squirm, but Roll’s thighs trapped my legs, forcing them together, and his hands forced my wrists together above my head. I turned my head to give him a nasty look from the corner of my eye, but his lips were lowered to my ear.
“You are not my fuck-buddy. Never were, and never will be. I hear you say that shit ever again, I’ll spank your bare-ass no matter where we are or when it is. Am I clear?”
I huffed.
“Am I clear, Trix?”
“Yeah,” I gritted out.
“Now, where the hell did that shit come from?”
With few options available to me, I decided to give Roll the silent treatment. It wasn’t something I resorted to very often because I tended to be a chatty chick. Plus, my temper was such that, once it was off my chest, my anger went away. 
Roll shifted and sighed. “I asked you a question, woman. Can tell you’re pissed, so tell me where that ‘fuck-buddy’ shit came from?”
I turned my head to the other side and remained silent. After another minute Roll shoved a hand beneath me and fumbled with the button to my shorts. I pressed my torso down to try and halt his progress. 
“Why are you fightin’ me, Trixie? What the fuck has you so angry?”
You! I thought it so hard, I was amazed he couldn’t hear it. 
Roll didn’t give up on my shorts and he undid them after another minute. His hand shot out from under me; one of his legs shifted so he could swiftly yank my shorts down. He was good at that, mainly because in yanking my shorts two of his fingers had hooked my panties and he pulled both garments free simultaneously. 
The cool air of the room caressed my bare buttocks, but not for long. Roll’s hand came down sharp on my left cheek and the sound was louder than I thought possible. Then the pain set in and I realized why it was so loud. 
He means business
“Talk to me, Trixie Baker. I don’t care how fuckin’ rosy I have to make these plump ass-cheeks. You’re gonna tell me what the fuck you’re in a tizzy about.”
A tizzy! If he thought this was a tizzy, he was sadly mistaken. My thoughts were cut short when he slapped my right cheek harder than he had the left. The sting was uncomfortable, but perversely, it was turning me on. I shifted on the bed and Roll’s other leg framed my legs again tighter than before.
“No way, Patricka. You’re not gonna get yourself off while giving me the silent treatment. Talk.”
My anger flared anew when he called me by my full name, but I knew that was his goal, so I wasn’t rising to the bait. 
He lifted a leg away in order to slap my left side again, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Oughta see your creamy skin, though it’s not so creamy now. More strawberry milkshake, so spill, Patti.”
“Go to hell,” I muttered.
His chest leaned into my back, and I couldn’t stop myself from loving the feeling of him on me. “What are you pissed about?”
He was moving away from me and shifting a leg over, and his hand on my wrists was getting sweaty. I tried yanking away from his grip, but his fingers tightened just as he spanked me. I barely managed to turn my moan into a groan because that slap sent a rush of wet to my center. This was one of those delicious instances where it was so wrong it was exactly right. Neither me nor Roll was well known for being patient, and his patience was slipping, because he spanked me again. My reaction couldn’t be denied and he heard me moan.
“Fuck! Do not make me hard right now, woman. Tell me what you’re so fuckin’ angry about?” he ended with a shout.
“You,” I hollered.
“Yes! You’re a goddamned liar. You don’t fucking love me. You get me where you want me and you can’t fuckin’ be bothered to sleep with me or even be here in the morning for me.”
“What are you—”
“You’re so goddamned ashamed of me and always have been. Never, but never, are you around the morning after. Nothing has changed, but I damn well have! Now get the fuck off of me.”
He let go of my wrists and I surged up to my knees. That was a mistake because I should’ve just slid off the bed, and Roll never missed an opportunity. He grabbed me under my armpits and threw me to my back on the bed.
He lowered his weight to me, putting his face in mine. “Everything has changed. I have never ever been ashamed of you.”
“Bullshit,” I hissed.
“I love you so much, I want you to get everything you want out of life. I still do, but I’m gonna be selfish enough to insist you do it with me.”
“Not happenin’,” I said with resolve. 
Pain sliced across Roll’s face and I regretted my words. 
“Why?” he whispered.
“You won’t even take me to meet your mother.”
He closed his eyes and blew out a breath. His eyes were hard when he opened them. “You ever think maybe that’s about my mother, and not you? She’s in the fuckin’ hospital, Trix. Left side of her face is slack and she doesn’t even like that Ray and I are seein’ her that way. You really think she wants to meet my woman lookin’ like that? And in a hospital gown to boot? Fuck, no. I’m not doin’ that to her.”
“But I wouldn’t care ab—”

“She. Would.” He punctuated this declaration with a head nod after each word.

Karen Renee is the author of the Riot MC Series. She has wanted to be a writer from a very early age, and she’s finally bringing that dream to life. She has worked in advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.


❤️ ❤️❤️𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖! ❤️❤️❤️

I hope you love Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance! I am so proud of this story and can’t wait for you meet Stefan and Gabriela!

“𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴..𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴..𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦.” – Wickedly Sweet and Sinful Book Blog

Any shares are so appreciated! ❤️

Amazon US →
Amazon Universal →
Apple Books →
B&N →
Kobo →

Collateral Cover


Stefan Sabbioni showed up uninvited in my bedroom on my sixteenth birthday. He stood in the shadows smelling of whiskey and death and wrapped a broken, blood-crusted necklace around my neck. I thought he’d strangle me with it.

That night, he left a message for my father. He said he’d be back to take something precious.

I never delivered that message, though. I wonder if things would be different if I had because now, two years later, he’s back. And he’s not hiding in any shadows.

He’s come to make good on his promise.
He’s back to take that something precious.


Marchese is the manipulator of my family’s tragedy. I won’t just bring him to his knees. I’ll bury him for what he did.

Taking his daughter is only the beginning. I’ll do it knowing I’m starting a war. I’ll do it knowing my enemies will become his allies. They’ll stop at nothing to destroy me and he’ll stop at nothing to get her back.

I’ve never shied away from war, though. I’m not one to play nice and I don’t share my toys. I’ll demolish you if you touch what’s mine.

And she is most definitely mine.

Amazon US →
Amazon Universal →
Apple Books →
B&N →
Kobo →


CATCH ME TWICE is available now!

“A second-chance romance that’s bound to leave you breathless.”
“My favorite book by this author.”
“Definitely a reread!!!”


Amazon US:
Amazon UK:
Amazon CA:
Amazon AU:
Apple Books:




CATCH ME TWICE (A standalone second-chance romance)

“An amazingly written, heart-wrenching story of a man lost and the woman who helps him find himself—a second-chance romance unlike any other.” – Anna Zaires, New York Times bestselling author

If a man tells you he’s no good for you, best heed the warning. I learned the hard way. I had Jake Basson’s baby. He left to chase his dream. Now he’s back, demanding a second chance, but why should I give him anything after four years of nothing? No correspondence, no news. I finally have my life back on track. Jake has never been uncomplicated. He never follows the rules. I should’ve known he’d play dirty in his war to win me back. He caught me once. I’m not going to let him catch me twice.

(Disclosure: This story contains cheating. HEA guaranteed.)

*****Release G!VEAWAY*****

   All The KINGS Women is Live   

Lucas King is back, and he’s back with a vengeance.
If you love a twisted, dark tale with an ending that’ll blow your mind, meet the King. I’m so proud of this duet, I hope you love (hate) Lucas as much as I do.

Go here to enter >>

“Lucas “MF’en” King! So many things are unfolding, Murder, Sex, Corruption. Who can be trusted? A wonderful suspense book, with some page burning sex scenes! This is definitely a page-turner!” Lisa, Goodreads Reviewer

Amazon >>

Book 1 on #SALE for .99 >>

Both #FREE on Kindle Unlimited

Shares are always appreciated 


They hated me, it wasn’t a secret.
Hell, I would too, I’m a bastard.
But they loved me more.
Five women are dead because of that.
They tried to pin a murder on me ten years ago.
They didn’t succeed. This time, they just might.
There was only one thing that saved me then,
The only one I’ll do everything in my power to protect.

In the secret world of the wealthy where nothing is forbidden,
everything comes with a price.
Sex. Power. Murder.
Lucas King pushed Evelyn away ten years ago to save her.
This time, the only way to keep her safe is to
claim her.
In a race against time amid lies, corruption, and every dark desire money can buy, Lucas must catch the killer who’s leaving a trail of dead women.
Straight to him.
Evelyn is the only woman who matters.
Now the killer is coming for her. Can Lucas save her, or will the ultimate trophy be claimed,
destroying Lucas and his empire?

**18+, mfm, romantic thriller, contemporary womens, crime thriller**

RELEASE BLITZ – Another Round by Nikki Belaire @GiveMeBooksPR and @NikkiBelaire

Title: Another Round
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2019


She knows I would die for her. Even if her father is
the one who wants me dead.
A call I don’t expect. A job I don’t want. A hassle I don’t
need. I’d protected his wife a long time ago, and now the notorious mob boss
wants me to keep his daughter safe. I resist the tempting and troublesome mafia
princess for as long as I can, but once I take her, there’s no going back, no
giving her back. She thinks what we have between us is just a fling, but I know
we’re forever. Regardless of what she says or her dad orders. 
Another Round is a friends-to-lovers, older
man/younger woman mafia romance and touches on sensitive topics. Reader
discretion advised. No cheating or cliffhanger.
Purchase Links

99c for a limited time!


Free in Kindle Unlimited

I lead her to the stool where I normally serve her dinner.
She climbs up and slides her pert arse across the wood. Crossing her gorgeous
legs out of habit. That tempt me more than ever knowing how close I came to
having some other bastard touch them.
She takes in the mess on the floor behind me. Anxiety
drawing down her face as she peruses the damage. “What happened?”
My palm cups her cheek to turn her back to face me. The only
thing I give a damn about is settling things between us. Setting her straight
about other men. Or the lack there of going forward. “I dropped it.”
Now she knows I’m the one who’s lying. Silky hair brushing
across my forearm as she tilts her head in worry and disbelief. Making the
cords tighten from her concern over my stuff. Over my anger. Over me.
I place my fists on each side of the counter behind her.
Locking her in place. Trapping her between my arms. Applying old interrogation
methods she won’t be able to fight. “Who was that guy?”
She swallows and licks her lips. Responding to the demand
pulsing in my tone.
“Josh. Lauren’s engaged to his older brother Logan.”
Tension surges between us from the proximity of our bodies.
From her squirming in her seat. From her looking up at me with no way out from
under my gaze. “Are you going to go out with him?”
Never fucking happening but I want to know what she intends.
What she mistakenly believes I’m going to allow her to get away with.
“We just met.”
I don’t fall for her dismissive tone. As if the idea is
preposterous. As if she’s never considered the possibility. As if I have
nothing to be concerned about. “Are you going to go out with him?”
My voice is low, hard, almost unrecognizable even to myself
with a possessiveness I’ve never heard. I’ve never experienced until now.
“Lauren is trying to fix us up. A double date. She thinks–”
“What do you think?”
She shivers when I lean closer. My nose nudging her hair out
of the way while my lips brush over her ear. A shuddering breath blows against
my cheek and fireworks explode across my skin when her hand curls over my
opposite shoulder. Steadying herself from me engulfing her.
“He’s n-nice. He’s easy to talk to.”
“Of course he is. He wants to fuck you.”
“That’s all you think I am?” My accusation enrages her, and
she twists to the side, trying to face me again. Too small to be at eye level
she stares up at me with all the bravado she can muster, leveling me with her
disgust. Before I got sympathy and compassion. Now I get unadulterated fury.
She’s pissed as hell at me. Almost as much as I am at her. “That’s all you
think anyone would ever want from me?”
What she lacks in size she makes up for in rage. Shredding
me to the core with the pain in her wracked body. The mafia princess in her
full glory as she rolls back her shoulders and gives me a hard shove. “Get the
fuck off me!”
Fuck that. My hands encircle her wrists, and I diminish my
force to ensure I don’t crush the fine bones under my fingers. “I’m not
finished talking to you.”
“Well I’m finished with you. I’m tired of being humiliated.
Now let me go!”
The agony in her voice slices through me, and I still.
Shocked by her allegation. I’m hung over and my damn head’s spinning from booze
and lust, but I know I can’t be hearing her right. “I may have fucked up more
times than I can count, but I know I’ve never humiliated you.”
Straining against my grip, she keeps fighting for me to
release her. Which will never happen. “That’s all you ever do.”
“Trouble, you’re going to have to explain it to me because
I’m totally confused.”
Misery surges in me with the loss of her gaze. Unwilling to
look at me. Her shoulders drooping as much as her fire fades. “When I held your
hand you couldn’t get me off of you fast enough. And when I kissed you, you
rolled away. It’s embarrassing that you don’t want me.”
No one has ever been more wrong than her in this moment.
“Look down.” She draws in a shaky breath from the huskiness of my voice. From
the need in my eyes and my touch and my body. “Look down at my cock and see how
much I want you.”
Her forehead brushes my chin, and I breathe deep, relishing
the enticing scent of her flowery shampoo with the top of her head near my lips
as we stare at my dick bulging in my pants of its own volition. “I’ve wanted
you since the first moment I saw you.”
“Then why do you keep rejecting me?”
“Because I’m an idiot.”
Once again I fuck up and have no choice but to let her go.
Instantly, her arms cross over her chest in protection of her wounded heart.
She still refuses to look at me. I force her to, sliding my fingers under her
chin and lifting her exquisite face to mine. “If things were different I’d make
you mine.”
“I want to be yours.”
Fuck. She is killing me. “You know that can’t happen.”
Author Bio
Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness
for bad boys, especially ones who can’t live without the strong women they
love. She spends more time in her characters’ lives than her own. But, when
she’s in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating,
running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.

Author Links