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New Sports Romance from USA Today best-selling author Liv Morris

12/9/2016

TOO HOT FOR FACEBOOK. Okay... maybe not,. But Bryce Luck just might be. He is a dirty talking superstar in Tough Luck, a NEW Sports Romance by Liv Morris. This standalone is deliciously humorous and currently a steal at $0.99. Read an excerpt & enter to win a $10 Amazon Gift Card just in time for the holiday!

There’s one rule in reporting: don’t ever fall in love…

When Amelia Adams tells everyone my days as Chicago’s quarterback are over, I vow never to give her another minute of my time—until the team owner sees an empty stadium, and forces us together on a reality show in hopes of filling the seats.

When Bryce Luck becomes my assignment, I swear his brown eyes and dimpled smile won’t make my knees weak—that I’ll keep a professional boundary. But I can’t fight this attraction, especially when he whispers sweet nothings in my ear and promises to do a million dirty things to me when the cameras stop rolling.

When the show is over, and the game’s been played, will our love become a reality?

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“Let’s open the first message with an attachment.” I let the cursor hover and take a deep breath. “Wait, are you sure seeing dic pics isn’t like offensive to you? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”
“I’ve been attached to one all my life,” Bryce says, shooting me a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding stare. “What about you? Feel awkward having a guy looking at dicks with you?”
“Nah. Seen one, seen them all.”
I might sound confident, but I have no clue what kind of crazy will pop up. Clicking on the first message, a fully erect penis fills my screen—or, at least, the best it can. He’s a little on the small side, the poor guy. I wonder if he has no clue either. I’d never send this pic without some major photoshopping.
“Jesus!” Bryce exclaims, and I right click to save it before exiting. “What are you doing? Keeping them?” Bryce’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.
“I have a special place for all my boys.” I pull up a folder marked “Stroke Me.”
“Stroke me?” Bryce asks, his brows knitted together.
“Isn’t that what they want from me?” His eyes light up with understanding and he nods as a grin spreads over his face. “But my sub-folders are even better.”
“Now I have that “Stroke Me” song playing in my head,” Bryce laughs. “What did you name them?”
“I have five. Leans Left, Runs Right, Grower, Shower, and King-Kong. I bet you can guess what the last one means.” I waggle my brows, and he can’t stop laughing. Seriously, he had tears forming in his eyes.
“Compared to other pics, this guy seems a bit below average in size.” I move the pic to the sub-folder labeled “Grower”.
“I’ve never heard of anything so crazy!”
Hmm… I bet Bryce’s folder would be labeled, The Beast.

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USA Today bestselling author, Liv Morris, was raised in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. She now resides on the rock known as St. Croix, USVI with her first and hopefully last husband. After relocating twelve times during his corporate career, she qualifies as a professional mover. Learning to bloom where she's planted, Liv brings her moving and life experience to her writing.

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Sneak Peek: Tough Luck by Liv Morris

11/16/2016

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You loved Hard Luck...
Are you ready to meet another Luck brother?

From USA Today Bestselling author Liv Morris comes a sexy standalone romcom
Tough Luck releases on December 8th!

Amelia and I move farther into my hotel room. She claims we need to go over something for tomorrow’s Beauty and The Baller show, but we said good night twenty minutes ago. If work is an excuse for her being here after hours, we’re in unchartered territory.
“You caught me just getting out of the shower.” Amelia’s gaze trails over my bare abs, then down to the towel wrapped around my hips. “Better turn around, unless you want an eyeful.” To my surprise, she moves closer instead of turning away.
“Seen one. Seen ’em all,” she singsongs, looking at me with a gleam in her eyes.
“Right,” I scoff, knowing she’ll be changing her mind about that soon. “Okay, you’ve been warned.” I drop the towel, letting it fall to the floor. When she gasps, I smile and shake my head. Just like I thought.
“Wow. You’re...” Amelia exclaims while staring at my dick with wide eyes.
“Like a horse.” I leave out the word “hung” as drool forms at the corner of her open mouth.
“I’ve seen bigger.” She narrows her eyes, but they travel downward, landing on my semi-hard salute. She licks her lips and bites down on the plump lower one.
“I bet parts of me are more than you can handle,” I tease, pointing downward to the goods.
“Don’t be silly, Bryce. I’m an overachiever.” Her chin tilts up in defiance, but it sounds like she wants to prove me wrong. After all, being an overachiever requires taking on a big task and completing it.
I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Add her darkened green eyes, and it sums up to one thing: she wants me too, but will she admit it?
God knows I can’t fight what I feel for her anymore, especially with her standing before me in a tight black dress, her blond hair spreading over a killer rack. Yeah, the game’s over for me—and she won.
I don’t just want her. I crave her.

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Hard Luck by Liv Morris is NOW LIVE!

7/10/2016

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From USA Today Bestselling author Liv Morris comes
a sexy standalone romantic comedy where cocky chases sassy around the bases.

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Meet Brady Luck...

Slugger. Hot shot. MVP.
I’ve been called it all.
I was the real deal, baby.
The diamond was my battlefield.
Women were the victory celebration.
My "Lucky" streak was a given.
On and off the field.

Then I slept with the wrong woman,
And she cursed me.
Literally.
Turned my game upside-down,
In the ballpark...and bedroom.
Now my team is paying the price.

My last hope is Cali Jones,
A smart and sexy physician assistant.
Her Midas touch may fix my swing,
Repair my equipment.
But will it be enough to cure my hard luck?

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I toss my bag onto the back floorboard and climb in after it. The second I’m in the car, an arm grabs me and pulls me to the backseat.
“What the fuck?” I gasp, and look up to see Brady holding on to me.
“Hey, baby,” he says, pulling me into his lap, which I end up straddling. And as usual, he’s as hard as a rock.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” I kiss the smile off his face knowing this was his idea to get me alone before the game.
“I wanted a quickie on the way to the studio. The limo is closed off and Stuart is none the wiser.”
“Problem is, Stuart is too wise. He’ll know you’re fucking me.” I continue to kiss his jawline and begin to take off his belt buckle. “We better hurry.”
“Fuck yeah,” he whistles as he pulls my dress down to reveal a shear lace strapless bra. He pulls my breasts out of each cup and sucks a nipple into his eager mouth.
“Turn up the radio. You know how I love to scream.” I think Brady’s nine inches has flipped my nympho switch. I’ve never come on dick alone until him.
I ease off Brady’s lap and take his cock into my mouth. We only have a few minutes before we arrive at the studio and I can’t disappoint my favorite appendage.

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SEXY Sports Romcom: Hard Luck by Liv Morris

6/29/2016

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From USA Today Bestselling author Liv Morris comes a sexy standalone romcom where cocky chases sassy around the bases.

Hard Luck releases on July 10th!
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“Would it scare you if I said I was kidnapping you?” I grip the door of the cab and glanced up at the driver. He has an amused smile on his face. I'm sure he knows who shares the backseat with me. Brady is the golden boy of this city. He owns the title with every home run he hits, both on and off the baseball field. Plus, his good looks are hard to forget. God knows I’ve tried.
Two weeks ago, if I had this same conversation with Brady, I would've been demanding him to take me back to his lair for a lap or two around the bases, but I met him while wearing scrubs and examining his fine body with latex-gloved hands. I can’t remove my professional hat no matter how bad he makes me want to remove my clothes.
“You owe me an explanation,” I say, choosing to ignore the kidnap comment altogether. It plays straight into a dirty fantasy of being at his mercy and the last thing I need is more fantasies.
“I’m taking you to my coach’s apartment a few blocks from here,” he replies, his tone nonchalant, like kidnapping a woman is normal.
“Does he need medical help too?” I ask, my confusion clear in my tone. Why would he take me to his coach’s place?
“Are you kidding?” Brady appears stunned by my question. I answer him with a shake of my head. “He wants to talk to you about me.”
“Your coach knows me? What’s really going on here? You’ve shown up everywhere I’ve been like you’re stalking me.” Brady shifts his eyes away from me and lowers his head. “Wait! You have been, haven’t you?” I demand.
“Maybe. But I have a very good reason.” He looks up with his crystal blue eyes. They twinkle at me even through the dim streetlights, as I lose myself within them.
I have stupid girl thoughts that he’s fallen madly in love with me during our brief encounters, especially the one in the exam room. I glance down at his crotch in memory and swallow at the thought of all those inches, even if he would be next to impossible to fit into my mouth.
“I’m waiting for a good answer.” I lock my eyes on his perfect face with lips I want to kiss. Why does he have to be so hot?
“It’s complicated,” he says while running his long fingers through his glorious, thick hair.
How many times have I dreamt of having his head between my legs since he joined the team? I’ve lost count. I close my eyes. I am in deep shit here.
“It’s complicated on my end, too,” I reply back to his non-answer response, which frustrates the hell out of me. Sane people don’t kidnap people without an explanation. Then again sane people don’t kidnap people at all. Maybe the pressure of bringing home a trophy to Chicago’s rabid fans made him snap. “You’re my patient and I can’t cross the personal line with you.” No matter how hard I want to.
“I’ve severed all ties with your office. I’m no longer a patient at your practice.”
“Right? You’re cured now.” I peek down at the general area where his former issue was and then back up at his eyes.
“Let’s say I know who can cure my problem.”
“Who?” My voice is as quiet as a whisper, but from the intense look in his eyes, I know he heard me. I brace myself for his answer.
“You.”
“Well, shit!”

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NOW LIVE: Marry Screw Kill by Liv Morris

4/27/2016

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There are two men in my life. I’m marrying one, want to screw the brains out of another, and by the time this story is over you may want to kill someone.

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“Harlow, Harlow,” he murmurs in reverence, as if my previous profession of love has brought him to his knees.
He takes my hand and brings it to his lips. His gentle kisses make me drift to a memory from a couple hours ago when Sin’s lips brushed over my knuckles. I felt everything then. My senses hummed. Now, I feel nothing.
I try to ease my hand from his, but his grip holds me in place. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say these words?” He places another kiss on my hand. “I forgive you for tonight.”
I do need his forgiveness, because his lips aren’t the ones I want on me. The ones I want belong to the man driving the car behind us. The fact that he’s James’ nephew makes me feel even more ashamed. What is wrong with me?
“You say you love me, but I need you to show me your love. Erase what I saw.” He releases my hand and I can guess what he wants: sex. It’s how he communicates.
“Unzip your dress and remove your bra,” he instructs, his voice rough.
I don’t want to upset him more, so I work myself out of my dress and bra. The air conditioning blows across my bare breasts and my nipples harden. I’m tempted to cover them with my hands, but he wouldn’t approve, so they stay at my sides.
Eyeing my exposed body, he licks his lips, pleased with what he sees. He reaches over to touch the side of my breast, cupping it with his hand. His thumb finds my nipple and strokes over it, pinching it hard. I inhale a sharp breath at the assaulting sensation.
“You’re utter perfection. Feel how hard you make me.” His fingers leave my breast and grip my hand. Placing my hand over his bulging erection and curling my fingers around him, I close my eyes.
“Now, unzip my pants and put me in your hot mouth.”