Thursday, August 31, 2017

Sebastian Black is Back & Giveaway Goodness!!

The Prequel to New York Times Bestseller Little Black Book

Little Black Beginning is LIVE!

My name’s Sebastian, and this is my story.
It’s not a love story or a sweet fairy tale. It’s the story of how I became dark and broken. Of how innocence was stained with unforgiving sin, and sex became my weapon. This is the story of me, and how I became BLACK.
 
 

Every book in the trilogy is on sale for $0.99 or read for FREE in
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The Sebastian Black Trilogy is Complete!

 
 
 
 
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The Chubby Girl Chronicles
 
 

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

FREE BOOKS AND A SALE!

KINDLE UNLIMITED FREE AND A $.99 SALE!!
FREE READ BOOKS!

The Blow Hole Rock Hard Box Set- 5 books
Slammer- Dark prison romance
Jack Hammer - second chance stripper romance
The Procedure - Doctor/patient romance
The Wrath of Sin -Dark romance
 AND....

BLACK SHEEP IS ON SALE FOR ONLY $.99 FOR A LIMITED TIME.
Or read it for FREE!! It's now in Kindle Unlimited
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Thursday, June 29, 2017

The BLOW HOLE ROCK HARD Box Set


★ ★★ ★ANNOUNCEMENT! ★ ★★ ★
 
A year ago, I published Having Hope, the final book in the Blow Hole series. Today I celebrate finishing that series with a limited time box set.
As a thank you from me for all the joy you guys have given me over the last four years, I'm setting this box set for only $1.99 for the first 48 hours.


  THAT'S 5 BOOKS FOR $1.99!!! 


  Playing Patience, Perfecting Patience, Finding Faith, Convincing Constance, and Having Hope.
Also, for the first time ever, I'm releasing something in the KU program. So those of you with Kindle Unlimited, get to reading!

  THANK YOU!!! I can't express my gratitude to you guys for everything.
Get your copy of THE BLOW HOLE ROCK HARD BOX SET today! 
 

 

 
The entire BLOW HOLE series together for a limited time box set! Follow the boys of the rock band, BLOW HOLE (Zeke, Finn, Tiny, & Chet), as they find out there's more to life than just sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll.
There's nothing sexier than a bad boy who becomes tame for the woman he loves, and it takes some special women to tame these boys!

USA TODAY BESTSELLER Playing Patience
Perfecting Patience
Finding Faith
Convincing Constance
Having Hope

"Breathtaking, heart-wrenching, and beautiful." ~Prisoners of Print
"This was one of the best books I've read this year." ~Ana's Attic Book Blog
"The moments of beauty and tenderness interspersed throughout a story of such cruelty, emotional turmoil, and heartache will remain with you for a long time to come." ~Totally Booked Blog

 

Monday, September 19, 2016

BLACK SHEEP RELEASE DAY!

BLACK SHEEP IS LIVE!!



Ever since the day I was dropped at her family’s door
HUNGRY, DIRTY, and TORN,
I’ve wanted her.
But to taint her perfect skin with my black touch would be a SIN.
So I made a pact with myself—
NEVER TOUCH NICOLE PALMER.
However, when she returns home from college, she’s different, and I’m not sure I can trust myself to keep my pact. I can’t submit to her TEMPTATION no matter how sweetly she begs because she’s the GOLDEN CHILD and I’m the BLACK SHEEP.

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HEAVEN AND HELL.
I’d crossed the holy pinnacle and entered a place full of softness, light, and beauty, but while her hands on my skin felt like a miracle, I also felt like my flesh was being ripped from my body. Irrational fear struck me deep.
Nicole would never hurt me—at least not physically. Mentally, she’d fucked me up over the last seven years, but she didn’t know she was doing it.
Still, her mouth was heaven, and the devil didn’t belong in Heaven—I didn’t belong in Paradise. I knew that, but my brain ceased all functions the minute my lips touched hers. I was beyond all rational thinking.
My lips brushed against hers.
Once.
Twice.
Before I moved in for more, losing myself in her so completely, I forgot about her hands on me. I forgot she was touching my scars inside and out—soothing them and breaking them open again all at the same time. Her lips made me forget all the promises I’d made to myself over the years—made me forget about the pact I’d made with myself.
Never touch Nicole Palmer.
Each strike of her hot breath against my cheek was like an electric shock to my body, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. Her frame felt even smaller than it looked in my grasp when I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. She was soft against my hardness, limp in my arms as she let go with me.
I’d never felt anything like it. Usually, I pinned a girl’s arms above her head to keep her from touching me. Typically, I took control and remained in power, but when my tongue met hers, everything inside me exploded.
Her soft, cautious touch changed, and she clawed at me like a wildcat, tugging at my shirt and pulling me to her as if she couldn’t get close enough.
She couldn’t.
She’d never be close enough.
And while her sudden movements and touches were freaking me out, I wanted more.
I wanted to feel her all around me—beneath me—inside me, lighting all the dark places where I hid my feelings for her—all the dark places where the memories and monsters lived.
Her fingers no longer scared me … they fueled me, forcing my black memories to the forefront and allowing her to slowly destroy each one. She took away the pain and cleared my mind in the strangest, most shocking way.
She tasted like sugar, like melted candy on my tongue as I savored her. My craving for her, the one I’d tamed over the years, grew, as I pulled her to me and thrust my hips. Seeking relief, I rubbed against her, her body feeling better than anything I’d ever felt … even with our clothes between us.
I wanted her.
Hell, I’d always wanted her.
Over the years, in my mind, every girl I’d climbed inside had been Nicole.
My Nicole.
The only girl to ever tame me, and she was clueless about it.
She was leaving me, and I wasn’t taking it well. I hadn’t been okay with the situation since the day she got her acceptance letter to Juilliard. She was a beautiful dancer, one with grace and limbs that went for days, but knowing she was going to New York alone left a sick feeling in my gut.
I couldn’t be there for her. I couldn’t protect her from the sick and demented fucks in the world. I’d go wild thinking about the terrible things that could happen to her while she was hundreds of miles away from me. And while I knew how badly she wanted Juilliard, I also knew how badly I wanted her. How badly the desire to keep her safe burned through me on a daily basis.
She reached between us, palming me through my jeans. Stopping my thoughts completely, her touch caused me to release an agonizing growl into her mouth. I’d had women … too many, actually, but none of them had ever touched me this way. Their fingers had never graced my dick, no matter how badly I wanted it. My mind would never allow it.
It was different with Nicole.
It had always been different with her.
My fingers covered hers, pressing her palm harder against me as I thrust myself into her hand, seeking what I knew I could never have with her. Every second I touched her, I darkened her with my shadowed sin.
Clarity broke through my lust and slammed into me. Tension crawled down my back, tightening my spine and making my entire body stiffen.
It was wrong.
Everything we were doing was wrong.
Her mother and father had taken me in, made me a part of their perfect family, and given me a life I would’ve never gotten without them. If it weren’t for them, I would’ve grown up on the streets, begging for food with only the clothes on my back, and this was how I was repaying them.
By touching their only daughter.
By tainting her with my blackness.
The broken sickness I was born with could be contagious, and the last thing I ever wanted to do was pass it to her—contaminate her perfection. If I ever climbed inside her, she’d never be the same. Her light … I’d extinguish it, bringing her into my darkness. That was the last thing I wanted since Nicole’s light had always been a beacon for me, leading me to do the right thing when the right thing was the last thing I wanted to do.
Bad decisions were in my blood—passed down from a father who ruined me—and touching Nicole was the worst decision I’d ever made. The addiction was instant, and I knew one day I’d overdose on her. Just like my father and his heroin except with more pleasure and more pain.
I pulled back, my body and heart feeling her loss the second I pushed her away.
“Fuck!” I cursed, as I gasped and rubbed roughly at my lips, trying to rid myself of her taste.
I’d never be able to walk away with her flavor on my lips. My craving would never let it happen.
She moved toward me, and I held my hand out to keep her away. I was too weak for her. I’d always been too weak for her.
Her big blue eyes stared up at me, full of trust and lust. Her white blond hair spilled from her bun, curtaining her beautiful face and skimming her flawless skin. She was everything, and I was nothing. The two could never mix.
Rage and disgust slammed into me.
How could I touch her?
How could I taint her perfection with my sin?
“That shouldn’t have happened,” I breathed, trying to catch the air she’d stolen away from me.
“Why not?” she asked, her cheeks flushed and her lips reddened from my rough kisses.
I hated myself for marring her delicate flesh with my touch. She was too good, too perfect for anyone, especially me.
“Because I don’t want you that way!” I yelled, not thinking of who else could hear our conversation.
It was the biggest fucking lie I’d ever told...



Monday, August 1, 2016

BLACK SHEEP COVER & RELEASE DAY REVEAL

BLACK SHEEP

A sexy, forbidden, standalone full of darkness, light, and love
 
RELEASING SEPTEMBER 20TH
 
by Tabatha Vargo
 
 
Genre: Romance, New Adult, Contemporary

BLACK SHEEP

Ever since the day I was dropped at her family’s door
hungry, dirty, and torn,
I’ve wanted her.
But to taint her perfect skin with my black touch would be a sin.
So I made a pact with myself—
NEVER TOUCH NICOLE PALMER.
However, when she returns home from college, she’s different, and I’m not sure I can trust myself to keep my pact. I can’t submit to her temptation no matter how sweetly she begs because she’s the golden child and I’m the Black Sheep.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

$25 GIVEAWAY - HAVING HOPE RELEASE AND EXCERPT

 

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HAVING HOPE

No one’s promised tomorrow. And Chet Rhodes, the drummer of Blow Hole, is all about living for today. Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll ... anything to help him forget his deadly secret and keep him detached. But when he meets Hope, a bitchy brunette with sarcastic wit and a deadly right hook, his carefully constructed defenses break down. For the first time ever, he wants more than a one-night stand.
 
Hope Iverson holds a secret that could potentially destroy everything she's built. Hardened with a short fuse, her past has left her emotionally unavailable. That is until the charismatic drummer for Blow Hole bursts into her life. His smart mouth has the ability to make her smile, and his inked body makes her feel things she’d rather not. But scars leave you changed, and Hope isn’t sure there’s enough of herself left to give.
 
GET YOUR COPY OF HAVING HOPE NOW!
ON SALE FOR ONLY $2.99 UNTIL JUNE 30TH!
 
 


“Are you ready to get your ass kicked?” she asked over her shoulder with a grin.
She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a black tank, and I had to swallow past the desire that rushed through me. She looked so fucking hot in only her boots, jeans, and a tiny tank. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, but with tits like hers, she didn’t have to.
My mind went back to the moment she was on stage in only her black sports bra. She was soaked. She was sexy. And for the first time in a couple of days, my cock grew hard.
“Let’s see what you got.”
I stood to the side as she sat behind my set. I didn’t usually let anyone play my drums, but I trusted Hope with my babies. I’d watched her play. I knew she knew what she was doing, and I also knew she respected her own set and would do the same with mine.
She spun the sticks between her fingers, her glassy eyes all over me as she lifted a brow in challenge.
And then she brought the sticks down and beat out a fresh rhythm I’d never heard before. It was fast paced and strong, the percussion shaking the stage as she went crazy hitting any and every spot on my set yet still somehow making it sound amazing.
Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes as she continued to play, beating the drums unmercifully and turning me on beyond belief. Her arms moved, the small feminine muscles popping out with her movements, making the tattoos on her arms come to life.
I couldn’t do this with Hope. I couldn’t let myself get into her. She was turning me on more than any woman had in years. Not since my Blackbird five years earlier. 
Women were a dime a dozen in my job. Hell, they were waiting just outside the venue ready and willing to let me fuck them senseless, but I was moving past that bullshit. After everything I’d been through since we started the tour, I needed relief. But I didn’t want it from just anyone.
The more I watched Hope play my drums, her arms flying and her eyes closed in ecstasy—the realization came crashing over me.
I wanted Hope. 
I wanted Hope the way I’d wanted Blackbird for the last five years.
Watching her only intensified my craving for her.
I wasn’t sure I could control myself. I was feeling better, my painkiller finally doing its job, and my head wasn’t being ripped apart. I could think about more than the pain for once. I could think about Hope and how amazing she’d feel wrapped around me.
Wet.
Hot.
Ready.
 
Moving from my spot, I moved toward her. Her rhythm moved through me, vibrating my core and making me feel even more alive. I didn’t stop until I was standing right beside her. She kept her eyes closed; playing with so much beauty it was breathtaking.
I reached out and took a strand of her hair between my fingers, and the colors blended together when I rubbed my fingers together. Her playing came to an instant halt, and I smirked down at her when her eyes popped open, and one of her sticks fell to the ground at my feet.
Sweat dotted the top of her lip, and her cheeks were flushed with pleasure. Her expression was one of happiness and release, and I knew playing did that for her. It did the same for me, but I wanted to give her that look. I wanted to do it with my hands and my mouth … my cock.
I moved closer, taking her cheeks in my palms and spending a minute looking at her. I didn’t want it to be like the last time I felt this way. Unlike with my Blackbird, I took the time to remember everything about Hope.
I wanted to look at her face. I wanted to look into her eyes and see her when she came apart. It was going to be amazing. She was going to be amazing. We were going to be a match sexually. But before anything could go down between us, we would have to talk about it. I wanted to make sure she understood it would be a one-time thing.
Before I moved in, I wanted to be sure that this wouldn’t affect the tour.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I didn’t miss the catch in her voice.
“I don’t know.”
And I didn’t. I didn’t know where this was going or what I was doing. My body was taking control of the situation, and I was letting it happen.
I wasn’t much for kissing. I’d probably kissed a handful of women in my time, but Hope’s pouty lips called to me. She was begging me to kiss her without even opening her mouth.
I leaned down, ready to taste her, but she placed her palm against my chest and stopped me.
“Wait,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No, I suck at waiting.”
So I kissed her.
Hard.
She tasted like the night—liquor and sweetness with a touch of sin. It was wrong to taste her, but I’d never been one to follow the rules. All the boundaries I’d set forth in regards to Hope were being crossed, but when she began to kiss me back, her tongue moving against mine, I didn’t give a fuck about any limitations. 
Her mouth opened, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her moan vibrated through me and shot straight to my groin.
I felt her pull back, so I pressed for more, capturing her head in my hands and kissing her so deeply that I was losing myself.
My head wasn’t pounding anymore, but my heart was. It was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. My blood moved through my body like a freight train, the horns whistling loudly in my ears. I hadn’t felt this kind of excitement for a woman in years. Not since my Blackbird.
I couldn’t stop.
I wanted more.

 

THE ENTIRE BLOW HOLE SERIES IS ON SALE FOR ONLY $0.99 UNTIL JUNE 30TH!

 
 
 
 
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Sunday, June 26, 2016

SALE! SALE! SALE!

LQQKIE WHAT I DID!!! 
 
 
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✮ (¸.•´TWO MORE DAYS UNTIL HAVING HOPE!!! After so long it's really happening! Eeeep!