Book Blitz & Review ~ Tapped ~ by ~ Cora Cade

 

 

Title: Tapped
Series: Love on the Rocks #1
Author: Cora Cade
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 Release Date: June 17, 2016
Blurb

One night is all she expected.Georgia Burke is on a mission to find a sexy one night stand. After she catches her cheating ex with her friend, in Georgia’s apartment no less, she visits her brother in his sleepy lakeside town to regroup. Her first night at Fox Lake and she finds the Drunken Duck pub and puts her plan into motion. Almost.

Will Calder is looking for the real deal. He’s done with the short-term flings and wants to find a woman ready for everything he has to offer. Will’s determined to show Georgia more than just a single night of debauchery and he’ll do everything in his power to keep her close.

Georgia’s going to find Will’s idea of the perfect woman isn’t what she expected. She’ll have to face her own insecurities to land the sexy contractor or settle for the vacation fling she anticipated.

Warning: Contains a curvy woman with a geeky streak and the contractor out to win her heart. Expect a sexy romp with a man who knows how to work with his hands.

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Chapter 1

Georgia Burke slipped a hand down her hip, smoothing her favorite skirt in place as the summer breeze whipped across the lake. The last thing she needed was to flash the Drunken Duck patrons on the patio a look at her girly bits. Granted, they were covered in her sexiest pair of cream lace panties, and she was here to pick up a hot man to do the dirty with, but her newfound brazen spirit only went so far.

If she was lucky it would actually survive until she ordered a drink at the bar.

Georgia’s confidence crumbled as she made her way to the front entrance of the pub and a group of guys on the patio started laughing. Two pointed at her and the third whipped his head around to see her. They all had classically good looks, short hair and lean muscles behind fitted t-shirts. Young. They snickered at her expense again, but she squared her shoulders and moved into the interior of the pub.

Fuck them and their frat boy mentality.

Women came in all shapes and sizes, and if they expected every female to fit their version of sexy, they were going to be sorely mistaken when they got out in the real world.

Georgia put a little extra swing into her walk as she gathered her confidence again. She had great tits and a curvy build with no shame in showing off. It might’ve taken years to find that confidence, only to have it knocked back by her last boyfriend, but she wasn’t letting any man dictate how she felt about herself ever again.

Fuck that and fuck them.

And with that final thought, she took her size sixteen ass straight to the mahogany bar and ordered a very nice local craft beer on tap. The little pixie behind the bar served it up without fuss and started Georgia a tab.

While she was sipping at her beer and scoping out the crowd, a body bumped into her right arm. The beer splashed down the front of her fitted, white shirt, highlighting the lace bra underneath for anyone to see. After setting her half empty beer down, Georgia turned to face the guy who had yet to apologize or acknowledge he was most definitely in her personal space. It might be a Friday night on the lake, but it was still relatively early and the place wasn’t busting at the seams yet.

It was one of the college boys from the patio. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, staring down Georgia’s top but never really looking at her face.

“Nice rack for a fat chick.”

Before she could speak up, the petite bartender scooped up her glass and handed over a stack of bar napkins. “Apologize to the lady.”

“It was an accident.”

The bartender, all five feet nothing of her, leveled the kid across from her with a glare that could melt the skin off his face and said, “Acting like a dick in my bar will get your ass kicked out. Now apologize.”

“Babe, this isn’t even your bar. And I’m a paying customer. No one’s kicking me out.”

Georgia raised a lone eyebrow at the kid’s audacity, but the bartender across from her just threw her head back and laughed. And laughed some more.

When she dropped her head back down there wasn’t any lingering humor on her face. She was all business and looked a little bit deadly.

“That mountain standing behind you,” she lifted a finger to point at a very severe, and very large, man that appeared behind the frat boy, “is my husband.”

“Molly?”

Georgia did a double take when the massive man slapped a hand down on the kid’s shoulder. He was tall, well over six feet, built like a brick house, and completely bald. Dead sexy as well. But that was all secondary to how quickly the frat boy paled when he turned to face Molly’s husband.

“Cal, be a doll and show this dick and his friends off the property.”

The kid sputtered as Cal led him away with a firm grip without another word.

Georgia turned around and faced Molly behind the bar. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to kick anyone out because of me.”

Molly frowned. “Honey, those fucking clowns needed to go. They’re predators and it was just a matter of time before Cal throat punched them. It was my pleasure.”

Even though she smiled, Georgia didn’t know what to say in response to that, so she just started to mop up her wet shirt.

“You vacationing here? Haven’t seen you around before.”

“My brother lives here and I’m house sitting while he’s road tripping with my nephew. I just got in this afternoon.”

“You’re Dane Burke’s kid sister? Georgia, right?”

Georgia’s head snapped up. “You know Dane?”

Molly shrugged. “Small town. He’s neighbors with a good friend of mine. Nice guy. Great kid.”

“Yeah, they’re both pretty great.”

“Welcome to Fox Lake.” She paused, placing a fresh beer down. “Your neighbor in the bungalow is Emma Rae, and her man is Gabe. You let any of us know if you need something while you’re here.”

Georgia nodded, then sat back and took in the petite woman. Small town hospitality at its finest. She might actually like it here. “I appreciate that. I’m a little out of my element right now.”

Molly leaned forward and rested her arms on the bar before speaking. “Stop back in through the week sometime. It’s typically quieter, and I’ll buy you a drink. We’re going to be friends, chick.”

Georgia let a slow smile spread across her face. “I’d like that, Molly.”

“Good. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit. Crowds going to be picking up soon.” She slapped a hand down on the bar before walking away.

Georgia scanned the area again. It looked like everyone was paired off or in groups. So much for her grand plan to score a hot guy for some dirty sex. It was probably a dumb idea anyway. Just because you found your jerk boyfriend sticking it in your friend, in your bed, and in your apartment, doesn’t mean snapping up a random dude at a bar was a good idea.

But it definitely sounded like fun.

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This was a quick, sweet read. I just love Georgia! Here she is trying to get her groove back and get her a 1-night stand and the guy she picks us the forever guy who is enamored with her as soon as he sees her. A great start to a new series I’ll be keeping an eye on!
5 stars!
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Nestled away in a small town in Ohio, I spend my days adding delicious books to my library, snuggling with my three rotten dogs, and debating the finer points of life with the dear husband. When I’m not tucked away with a book you can be find me tapping away at my laptop. With coffee. And my playlist.

 

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Release Blitz & Review ~ Oxygen Deprived ~ by ~ Lani Lynn Vale

Title: Oxygen Deprived
Series: Kilgore Fire Series
Author: Lani Lynn Vale 
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 6, 2016
Cover Model: Gary Taylor
Photographer: Furious Fotog
No take-backs.

That was the motto that Drew lived by in all things, including his love life.

He’s a player, pure and simple.

He’s learned the hard way that women aren’t all hearts and flowers. Sometimes their sexy bodies and beautiful faces are just a pretty shield to hide the crazy, and he’s so freakin’ over crazy.

Been there, done that. He has the divorce papers to prove it.

Karma hits like a bitch.

Aspen needs a break. A long one that doesn’t include anything with a Y chromosome. Not even one as tempting as her new neighbor who just moved in across the street. Men are trouble with a capital freakin’ T, and she has the ankle monitor to prove it.

The last man she gave her heart to was a police officer. A man whose life was dedicated to protection, and he was supposed to protect her heart—not break it.

She decides right then and there that she’s done with being the better person.

Everything happens for a reason.

A rash decision—undoubtedly regrettable, undeniably unforgettable. In the heat of the moment, Aspen’s actions with a tire iron and her ex-boyfriend’s brand new SUV land him in the ER getting stitches and have her seeing the inside of a jail cell for the first time.

It’s just her luck that the whole town is there to witness the result of her poor decision, including her police officer brother and the neighbor that already made it more than clear she was more trouble than she was worth.

House arrest never looked so good. 

Hide your crazy.

Drew enjoyed the show, though. For the first time in a year, he’s thinking about his life, and how it would be a lot more enjoyable with a woman like Aspen at his side.

Maybe crazy isn’t so bad after all.

I slammed my fingers down on the keyboard, insanely annoyed that I now had to tell how fun the product was, despite the fact that the person I’d had the fun with was a douche bag.
 
A knock sounded at my door and I turned to glare at it.
 
“Who is it?” I yelled.
 
“You know damn well who it is. It’s the same person that’s been knocking at your door for the last twelve hours,” Drew growled.
 
I shrugged.  
 
“Go away,” I ordered him.
 
I could hear him sigh through the door.
 
“In my eyes, the marriage Constance and I had was over,” he started.
 
I picked up the nearest thing to me, which happened to be a half finished water bottle, and then launched it at the door.
 
“Go away!”
 
He left, but not without one last parting comment.
 
“I still have a few things left in that box that I want to try on you. When you’re ready, let me know.”
 
I glared at the box he’d just spoken about, and went back to my review.
If you’re looking for a fun, awesome thing to do with your significant other, this is the thing for you. It offers many benefits; but most importantly, it gives you time with your significant other. And, might I add, it’s totally fucking worth it. I’ve used it three times in the last two days. It’s like he’s here.


On a side note, the vibrator is not very proficient. It offers about two hours of battery life before they need replaced.

 


 

Not that I used it for two hours or anything.

 



Oh, who am I kidding?

 


 

I would’ve used it longer if I hadn’t run out of batteries.

 

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I love the guys and dolls of Kilgore Fire! They’re so fun and a great extended family. And Aspen is so funny. Her situation stinks but she tries to make the best of it and try to entertain herself while under house arrest.

Drew was just so into Aspen, almost from the beginning. He was helping her with the things she couldn’t do because of her limitations and Drew took it upon himself to help her or guilt her brother into helping her when Drew couldn’t.

I’m wondering whose stories is next. And if PD will ever see Naomi or if he’ll be blind only to whomever broke his heart.

5 stars!

I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

 


 

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Release Day Blitz ~ A Moment of Truth ~ by ~ Q.T. Ruby


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She’s out of her rut, out of her sweatpants, and out on the town.

Claire Parelli has been liberated!

Back to living it up in the Big Apple with her best friends, Claire embarks upon her dream career during the day, and steams up her nights with Daniel Chase, a.k.a. Mr. Beautiful, Hollywood’s hottest leading man. Life is simply perfect.

But for how long?

Claire knows all too well that fairy tales just don’t exist, even if she does have Fairy Slutmothers on her side. Real-life comes with real problems that don’t simply vanish with a quick flick of the wand. So this time around Claire discovers that it isn’t just a matter of trust—it’ll be a moment of truth.

 

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Before we leave for my parents’ house in Dan’s rental car, a tumbleweed rolls by . . . actually, no, but I wouldn’t be surprised if one did. Seems rather fitting. Instead, Dan insists we stop at a flower stand a few blocks from my apartment. I can only hope my mother appreciates his thoughtfulness.

An hour or so later, Dan and I pull up to my parents’ lovely home—a large, white colonial style house, on a quiet street in a quiet New England town. For many, this would be a dream home, and it was that for me as a child . . . until I realized I was attached by strings—long, intrusive strings that have been painful to cut.

“Everyone’s already here,” I say, groaning on the inside at the sight of my brothers’ cars as we get out of the car.

Dan grabs my hand and kisses it. “Deep breath.” He breathes with me. “It’s going to be fine.”

I grimace. “Hope so.” We walk to the door. I’m holding the birthday gift for my niece, and Dan’s got the stunning bouquet of pink and purple flowers he bought. I’m just about to turn the knob when the door swings open.

“Hi, Claire! Happy birthday!” Lindsay says, looking right past me at Dan. Lindsay, my tall, dark-haired, brown-eyed, sister-in-law holds her hand out to Dan. Her eyes widen measurably. “Oh my God, you’re Daniel Chase.” She pauses and blinks. “Um, I’m Lindsay, Claire’s sister-in-law. Your mom said ‘Dan’ was coming, but did not clarify that with ‘Daniel Chase.’ Oh Jesus.”

 

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I LOVED this story! Cordy is just so damn like able! And even though I know NOTHING about football, football wasn’t the main cornerstone of the story. There was enough “non-football” for me to understand it.

And at first, I thought Trent was a huge snob for blowing off Cordy. But I did understand why and he truly won me over. 

A great story all around! 

5 stars!


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Ruby’s thoughts are everywhere. To harness the madness, she gave her loudest characters a playground to frolic in. Q.T. Ruby invites you to come play too!

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Blog Tour & Review ~ Kicked ~ by ~ Celia Aaron


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Trent Carrington.

Trent Mr. Perfect-Has-Everyone-Fooled Carrington.

He’s the star quarterback, university scholar, and happens to be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. He shines at any angle, and especially under the Saturday night stadium lights where I watch him from the sidelines. But I know the real him, the one who broke my heart and pretended I didn’t exist for the past two years.

I’m the third-string kicker, the only woman on the team and nothing better than a mascot. Until I’m not. Until I get my chance to earn a full scholarship and join the team as first-string. The only way I’ll make the cut is to accept help from the one man I swore to never trust again. The problem is, with each stolen glance and lingering touch, I begin to realizing that trusting Trent isn’t the problem. It’s that I can’t trust myself when I’m around him.

 

This is a full-length, standalone American football romance novel with hot guys in tight pants who really know how to handle their balls.

 

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“Cordy?”

I turned over and buried my head under a pillow.

Deep laughter and his voice again. “Cordy? We’re going to miss practice.”

Practice? Something was off. My dorm room bed didn’t have enough space for me to roll over and stretch out. I pulled my head from beneath the pillow and blinked against the sun streaming into the room. Not my room.

“Shit!” I clutched the blanket to me and blinked the sleep away.

Trent stood at the foot of the bed, his hair wet as if freshly showered. And, sweet baby Jesus, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Dark hair dusted his broad chest, ran down the center of his hard abs, and disappeared into his athletic shorts.

I swallowed hard.

“Want me to take you back to your dorm so you can get ready?”

“I, uh.” I looked around at the room—dark wood floors, high ceilings, and a wall of windows looking out onto the city park. Elegant and understated, it was easily the nicest bedroom I’d ever been in. I still wore the sweater dress, but my boots were sitting by the door, and my belt was draped over a dresser. “How did I get here?”

“You were out by the time we got back. I figured it would be easier if you slept here.”

I glanced to the other side of the bed. It was still made.

He followed my gaze. “I slept in the guest room next door.”

“Oh.” Was that disappointment in my voice?

He walked around and sat next to me, his golden skin and light eyes making heat swirl in my stomach. “I called the doctor first thing. Your dad is doing better and is set to be released this afternoon. He’ll be transported straight to the rehab. It’s all taken care of.”

“Thank you.”

He took my hand. “You’re welcome.” He stared down at me for a few beats, and something in his look had my skin heating. His gaze darted to my lips, and he tensed. The longer he looked, the more it seemed as if my lungs couldn’t get enough air. But he pulled his hand away and stood. “I, um, I’ve already set out some breakfast we can grab and go.” He walked into a large closet next to what looked like an en suite bathroom. He snagged a team t-shirt and pulled it over his head as he walked out of the bedroom. “I’ll wait in the living room.”

All the heat he’d stoked inside me dissipated and left me feeling on edge.

I rose and took a tour of his marble bathroom with clear glass shower and soaking tub, then walked out the door and into the sunny living room. He leaned on the granite bar in the kitchen. A bagel, already slathered with cream cheese, sat at the ready along with a travel cup of orange juice.

“You can eat on the way.” He finished his coffee and placed the cup in the sink.

I snagged the food and the juice. “I love bagels.”

“Yeah?” He dropped his gaze.

I took a big bite as I followed him to his front door. “And this is my favorite flavor of cream cheese.”

“Good to know.” He walked around the kitchen island and toward the front door.

I took in his spacious apartment. The living room was full of leather furniture, a big screen TV, and a plush rug that I wanted to run my hand across.

He opened the door and led me out, then closed it behind him and locked it. We rode the elevator down to his car, and the drive to my dorm was less than ten minutes. I ate my bagel and downed the last of my juice as he parked.

“I’ll wait here for you and drive you to practice. It’s faster that way.”

I opened the door, a blast of frigid air whipping into the warm car, then turned to him. “Come on up. I don’t mind.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile, and he killed the engine. “Sure.”

Brandy waved us through and gave Trent a wink. I pretended I didn’t see it and climbed the two flights of stairs to my floor. Trent walked behind me, his presence making my skin warm and my mind wander. I fumbled with the keys, but managed to make it into my room without dropping them.

Trent followed and closed the door behind him. Ellie was out, but had left a half-eaten piece of peanut butter toast on her bed, crumbs and all.

I walked to my closet and picked out a t-shirt, athletic pants, and fresh underwear. Ellie’s dress had served me well over the last day and a half, but I was ready to be rid of it.

“Just make yourself at home.” I turned as Trent sat at the foot of my bed. He watched me, never taking his eyes from me as I strode to the bathroom. “I’ll shower and dress right quick.”

“I’ll be here. We’re making good time. Practice doesn’t start for another forty-five minutes.” He lay back and tucked his hands under his head, his broad back taking up almost all my double bed.

A shock of need shot through my pussy, and I scissored my legs to fight the sensation. He followed the movement and licked his lips.

“I, um, shower, yeah.” I hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered to myself, though the scolding did nothing to chill my need for Trent. He’d looked like a powerful cat lounging on my bed.

After peeling off the dress, I took a short shower to wash off the stress of the past few days. Halfway through, my fingers dipped to my pussy as I thought of Trent laid out on my bed. God, why did he have to be so gorgeous? I stroked myself a few times before forcing my fingers to stop. He might hear, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him busting me touching myself in the shower.

I dried off, put on fresh clothes, and wrapped my towel around my wet hair. When I opened the door, he was in the same position, but his eyes were trained on me.

“Better?” He let his gaze travel the length of my body.                                 

“Much. Thanks.” My nipples tingled and hardened, and I crossed my arms over my chest to hide it. “I just need to get some socks.”

I walked past Trent to my bedside table and opened the bottom drawer. He shifted on the bed, and when I turned around, he was sitting closer to me.

My heart raced at his nearness, but I tried to play it off by sitting next to him and pulling on my socks. I could sense how focused he was on me, and the knowledge sent a tingle of electricity over my skin. I finished and pulled the towel from my hair.

“I think I’m ready.” I met his eyes, our arms lightly touching as we sat beside each other.

“Are you?” He leaned in and kissed me.

 

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Release Blitz ~ Splinter ~ by ~ Sarah Fine

 

SplinterMattie Carver has relinquished the world of magic, with all its dark temptations. In six weeks, she’ll marry Ben Ward and claim the safe, small-town life she craves. But Mattie’s talents as a reliquary—someone able to smuggle magic within her body—make her a valuable commodity, even to those she trusts the most. Forced out of retirement by a painful betrayal, she must seek the help of the man she’s tried desperately to stay away from: Ben’s estranged brother, Asa.

Asa, a sensor and magic dealer, may have saved Ben months ago, but he’s complicated Mattie’s life beyond imagining. Trailed by lethal mobsters through Chicago’s seamy magical underbelly and an eerie traveling carnival, Mattie struggles to endure the priceless magic she’s holding and her feelings for Asa. Once, she thought she’d chosen her path. Now the only option may be to succumb to the destiny that’s choosing her, and hope she’s strong enough to survive.

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Splinter

by Sarah Fine

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Reliquary #2

Genre

Adult

Urban Fantasy

Paranormal Romance

Publisher

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Publication Date

August 2nd, 2016

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By the time I reached the front door of the cottage, I could already smell dinner. Onions, garlic, bacon. “Ben?” “Kitchen,” he called. “My afternoon splenectomy got canceled.” I frowned. The patient, a nine-year-old schnauzer mix named Gordon Lightfoot, had been diagnosed with cancer of the spleen just a few days before. “Why?” “They decided they wanted to put him down instead,” Ben said as I joined him in our kitchen. He handed me a glass of merlot. “They took him home and are spending the weekend with him. He’ll come back on Monday.” My throat got tight at the news, but Ben looked unruffled. He’d had longer to process the decision. “You could have saved him.” He nodded. “But it would have been expensive. They said they couldn’t afford it.” “Couldn’t you have . . .” I took a quick sip of my wine. I’d been about to suggest he offer to do it for free, or for a much lower fee, something he used to do all the time. But we were still repaying the debt he’d racked up with his addiction to Ekstazo pleasure magic . . . and to other types of magic as well. He used Knedas juice on you, didn’t he? Asa whispered in my memories. I squeezed my eyes shut. “That’s too bad. Are you okay?” “Just part of the job.” His fingers caressed my cheek. “You look tired, babe.” I let out a weary chuckle and set my wine glass on the counter. “Isn’t that a socially acceptable way of telling someone she looks terrible?” He took my face in his large, warm hands. “You look as beautiful to me as you ever have, Mattie.” Liar, I thought. But I stayed quiet. He kissed my forehead. “I came home early to cook dinner for you. Bucatini with bacon, tomato, and onions. Something hearty to put some meat back on your bones.” I pulled away from him. “My mom called you, didn’t she?” “Am I not allowed to talk to my future mother-in-law? She wanted to make sure you had a nice, relaxing evening. Said you’d had a busy day filled with hair and dresses and tricky flower arrangements.” That would be what my mom told him. No matter how bad things were, she’d embroider the edges of the truth with a pretty silver lining. It was like she believed that naming a bad thing gave it power, but if we just talked around it, maybe it would simply go away. “Yeah. Who knew wedding planning was so exhausting?” Hey, I’d learned from the best. Ben ushered me onto the screened porch, where we could see the emerald buds dotting the branches of the trees that lined our yard, the daffodils poking their little green heads through the soil in the flower beds. We ate our dinner in near silence, him gobbling down pasta while I picked at my food. It smelled good, but I already felt full, like my stomach had been stuffed with something huge and brittle and too much weight would cause it to splinter. After we were finished, we did the dishes together. Ben’s hands snaked around my waist as I dried my hands with a towel. He bowed his face into my hair. “You didn’t believe me when I told you that you were beautiful to me.” I folded the towel over the edge of the dish rack. “I never said that.” “You don’t think I know you well enough to tell? Come on, Mattie.” His fingers spread, stroking across my ribs. I fought the urge to pull away, knowing he could probably feel each one. “I never said that, either.” A breath of laughter warmed the top of my head. “Because you don’t say much of anything these days.” “I’m stressed out. It’s no big deal, just a lot of details to manage.” “Then let me help. I’ll take time off—” “You can’t, and you know that.” He sighed. “I know.” He was determined to pay off the debt to the contractor who’d renovated the vet clinic, and he wanted to get it done before the wedding. “But I want to do something for you.” He tilted his head and kissed the side of my neck. “I love you so much, and I just want to make you happy.” His hand slid around to my stomach and began to dip into my pants. I grabbed his wrist. “Not tonight, okay? I’ve had a really long day.” His hand stilled, but he continued to nuzzle the side of my throat. “I’d be happy to relax you.” I closed my eyes and tried to summon my desire, but all I could find was a wary exhaustion. “You’re so sweet, Ben, but I’m just not up to it.” “I’ll do all the work—I promise.” While I lay like a rag doll beneath him? The idea—just another reminder of how much I’d changed—made my stomach turn. “No.” His tongue slipped along my skin. “Come on. It’s been months . . .” I leaned away from him. “It hasn’t been that long.” He pulled me against him, letting me feel his arousal. “It’s been twelve weeks and three days.” “You’ve been counting?” I ducked under his arm and took a few steps back, crossing my arms over my chest. He ran his hands through his light-brown hair, shot through with golden strands. “Can you blame me? I’m dying here, Mattie.” “You’re dying? Way to make me feel guilty.” He let out a long breath. “I only meant that I want you. I miss you. I love you, and I want to be close to you. Can you blame me for that?” “No,” I said quietly. “I love you, too. But I haven’t felt like myself lately, okay? Just give me a little time to pull myself together. I’m getting there. And you deserve the best of me.” “I deserve all of you!” He moved toward me, his arms out as if to enfold me, but I put my hands up to keep him back. He stopped and his expression hardened. “Goddammit, Mattie, what the hell is wrong with you? It’s like you want to be sick. Like you’re using it to keep me at a distance. Why don’t you just admit it?” “Because it’s not true! I’m trying to get better.” “Oh, really?” His honey-brown eyes flared, and he walked over and opened the cabinet above the coffeemaker. He reached in and took out a pill bottle. “I counted these. You haven’t taken a single one in the last two weeks.” “Because they don’t help. The attacks still come. And they make my thoughts all fuzzy.” He slammed the bottle onto the counter. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to get better if you’re not even willing to follow your doctor’s advice.” He grimaced. “Especially after what we’ve spent on copays and prescriptions over the last nine months.” When he saw my stunned look, his shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. That came out all wrong.” “Or maybe you said exactly what you meant.” “I’m just tired. Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow when my head’s on straight.” He turned and trudged toward our room, but paused and looked back before he entered. “I’m going to get make it an early night. Join me?” “I’ll be there soon.” His jaw clenched, but he nodded and disappeared into the room, leaving me standing in the kitchen. I carried the pills into the living room and sank into the couch, cradling the gently rattling bottle to my chest. The eerily familiar noise was like a fuse sparking to life, burning down until it triggered the explosion of memories. Pockets full of magic disguised as the most mundane things—floss, baby oil, Pez. They rattled when he walked, when he ran, when his legs flopped to the bed the one time he was too sick to take care of himself and let me do it for him. Come with me, Mattie. We’re a good team. We can figure this out. Together. I hadn’t asked him just what he wanted to figure out. How to get away from Frank Brindle, the boss of the West Coast? How to get Ben free without giving up our freedom in return? Or how to figure out the tangled, messed-up, inevitably doomed thing the two of us were together? “You know very well what I meant, Mattie,” Asa whispered. My eyes flew open, and there he was, sitting on the rug, a lean arm slung around his bent knee, looking relaxed even though he’d apparently just broken into my house. “I don’t have any idea,” I replied. “And how did you get in here?” “You let me in.” He rolled his eyes. “How is it that you can deal with a shitload of ancient Strikon pain magic inside your chest but not be able to deal with your own heart?” “You helped me with the magic. This is different.” He crawled toward me, predatory and smooth in the darkened room. My heart lurched as he came closer, but I was like prey, paralyzed by the look in his eyes. He stopped only when his face was an inch from mine. “No, Mattie. It’s exactly the same.” His mouth descended on mine, and a flash of relief lit me up. But the moment our lips touched, the pain stabbed straight through my chest, from my breastbone to my spine and everywhere in between. I gasped, jerking up, my eyes flying open, air squeaking from my throat in hitching breaths. I was alone in the room, alone with myself, alone with so much hurtful truth that I couldn’t contain it all. I doubled over, desperate to stay quiet so Ben wouldn’t hear. But it was all I could do not to scream as the agony radiated down my spine and up my neck, threading searing pain across my breasts. I clamped my hand over my mouth and drew my knees to my chest as a dark knowledge shifted and turned inside me, cutting my insides with its jagged edges, forcing me to look, as much as I wanted to go on pretending it didn’t exist. I hadn’t let go of Asa. Somehow, he’d stayed with me, haunting me. Because I’d let him. Because a part of me missed him, wondered where he was and what he was doing, wondered if he ever thought of me, wondered if the life he’d offered was something I should have explored. And it was ruining me, body and soul. I managed to sit up. Fumbling, I unscrewed the cap of the pill bottle and let two pale blue ovals fall onto my palm. I tossed them into my mouth and swallowed, then winced as they slowly slid down my dry throat. “I made my choice,” I whispered. Yes, it had been tempting. And yes, so was Asa himself. Painfully so. But I was never meant for a life like that or for a man like him, both endlessly complicated in ways I’d only just begun to understand. And if I didn’t move on, I was going to lose the life I had. “I’m not going to let that happen.” I pushed myself off of the couch and headed for the bedroom.

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Release Day Blitz & Review ~ Tempting The Law ~ by ~ Alexa Riley


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Eden literally fell into Coen’s arms as he rescued her, and she has belonged to him ever since that day. She has sent him an invitation to her graduation and he’s obliged to go… Right?

 

Coen has always been Eden’s knight in shining armor, and now she needs him more than ever. Will he come and rescue her one final time?

 

Warning: This book is short, with speed-of-light insta-love and a ridiculous storyline. If you’re looking for quick and dirty, then come tempt the law with us!

 

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Coen saved Eden when she was 16 years old.  And he hasn’t forgot her in those 2 years.

Eden has thought about Coen for those 2 years and is tired of waiting for him to come get her.  She sends him an invitation to her high school graduation, along with a personal note asking him to be there and her party afterwards.

Coen is just so alpha and just so possessive and I just love it!

Another insta-love alpha yumminess from Alexa Riley!

5 stars!

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Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.

They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!

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Release Day Blitz & Review ~ The Romanian Mob Chronicles ~ by ~ Kaye Blue


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When a mobster decides he wants you, you’d better be ready…

For his rough demands.

His dark passion.

And possessiveness that accepts no compromise…

 

KEEP

HER:

I thought the only thing I feared was living another day in the hell my life had become. But when I looked at his hulking, tattooed body, the icy brutality in his eyes, I realized I was wrong.

HIM:

Familie. My clan.

I’d fight for it, kill for it, die for it. It’s all that matters to me. But her innocence, only barely hidden by thick layers of makeup, the curves that her tight dress can’t hide, calls to me.

So I’ve decided to keep her.

No matter how deadly the consequences.

 

FALL

HER:

When my best friend fell in love with a mobster, I thought she’d lost her mind. Until I met his brother…

HIM:

Love is a lie, a fairy tale.

In my world, all that matters is staying alive, protecting my clan. There’s no room for normal people. No room for people like her. Especially people like her. She’s pushy, nosy, talks way too much, but I can’t make myself stay away.

But I have to. Because if I don’t, it might kill both of us.

 

AVENGE

HER:

I’ve infiltrated the Romanian mob.

It’s dangerous, insane, but it’s the only way to get the justice I deserve, the vengeance I’ve dedicated my life to. So I’ve wormed my way in, gotten close enough to strike. Everything is going according to plan.

Except him…

HIM:

I don’t trust her.

She puts on a good face, playing the sweet, kindly nurse.

I’m not convinced.

But not trusting her hasn’t stopped me from wanting her.

Because I do want her.

Badly.

Badly enough to ignore the voice in my head that screams at me to stay away.

Badly enough that I’ll put my honor, my clan, and her life at risk.

 

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And my gaze clashed with a brooding blue one, one I recognized instantly as Sorin’s teasing anger.

My fear turned to rage in an instant, and I pushed at him, pushed again when he lifted a corner of his mouth and laughed.

“Did I scare you, Esther?” he said, his rich, deep voice rolling through the room.

I pushed him again, halfway considered slugging him, but I half worried that hitting the solid wall of his chest would just hurt my hand.

He leaned against the door, smirking, his hand against my waist hot and heavy and the other still holding my wrist. “So quiet,” he said.

I exhaled, swallowed and then swallowed again, trying to calm my pounding heart before I finally was able to speak. “Dammit, Sorin! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Vasile said you’d just left. I thought I’d make sure you got home,” he said, still smiling, something I’d seen more of in these last thirty seconds than I had during the months I’d known him. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if seeing me was the reason why, but I quickly pushed that aside.

I glared at him, tried to pull my hand away, but he didn’t release me.

“Come on, Esther, don’t be a bad sport,” he said, his voice dropping lower.

“Ugh!” I said. I clenched my fists and stomped, unable to form words, which only made him laugh harder.

I stomped again, not quite sure what to say, and not quite sure that I had the ability to say it.

As I did, he watched me, and I was suddenly aware of his hand tightening against my waist, the scant inches that separated our bodies, noticed the way his gaze dropped to my breasts before lifting to my eyes.

That heated look was just the spur I needed.

“Why are you here, Sorin?” I whispered.

Instead of responding he pushed away from the door, moving fast until I was pressed against the wall, Sorin looming over me. I had to crane my neck to see his face, the dark obscuring his features. It was unnerving, Sorin’s hands on me, his body nearly touching mine but his face unseen. I’d been this close to him before, that first day when he had tried to keep me out, but this felt different, more intimate, especially the way he stared down at me, imposing body over mine, face in shadow.

“What are we going to do?” he asked.

I scoffed. “What are you talking about? And why are you here?” I repeated.

Even though I could hardly see his eyes, I turned away, unable to withstand the intensity that I felt in his gaze.

“Look at me, Esther,” he said as he leaned forward, his voice soft and demanding. Undeniable.

I lifted my gaze to his again, saw the heat in it.

“I asked you a question. What are we going to do?”

“D-do?” I stopped, swallowed hard. “Do about what?”

“That’s disappointing,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“What?”

“You’re playing coy. You didn’t strike me as the type.”

“Sorin, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, impressed when I managed to sound believable because it was a big fat lie. Even before my mind had processed that it was Sorin who’d held me, my body had responded, the gathering dampness between my thighs testament to the fact.

“So you don’t feel it, Esther?”

“Feel what?” I asked, but in reality I knew exactly what he was talking about, and I most certainly felt it.

Felt it in every inch of my body, which practically strained toward him, begging for his touch, felt in it in the butterflies that flitted around my stomach, in the pulse that beat in my chest. But what I didn’t feel was fear. Not anymore.

“You’re a big part of my niece’s life, very important to my sister…”

“She’s not your sister,” I said, voice soft, almost timid.

“Close enough. We’re going to be spending time together, so we need to handle this,” he whispered as he leaned even closer, his breath fanning against my face, his lips centimeters from mine.

“How would you suggest we do that?” I said.

“I think I have an idea.”

Again moving with lightning speed, he turned me so my face was pressed against the wall, his body against mine. Even through the layers of our clothes, I felt the heat of his body, the hardness of his chest, his solid, heavy thighs curved against mine, his hardness against my ass. I almost purred with pleasure, and just barely kept myself from pressing against him harder.

He released his hold on my wrist, and without thought, I lifted my hand to the wall, my fingers curving as I tried to seek purchase. With the hand still on my hip, he pulled me back toward him, his cock grinding against me, his breath on my neck, raising goose bumps across my skin.

“Is this your idea?” I choked out.

“Part of it,” he said.

Then he trailed his fingers across my hip and up to my waistband, the first touch of his rough fingertips against my skin making me exhale sharply. He stayed there for a moment, his thumb teasing my skin, and then he put his other hand on my waist, fingers meeting in the middle of my stomach, hot hands against me making me shiver.

“This will help,” he said as he casually popped open my pants and slid down the zipper.

 

 

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Who doesn’t love a good mob series??  I know I do!  I was so excited to read this box set that gives you a glimpse into each of these strong males and the women they love.  Each man similar but very different in their personalities and the way they love the women they love.

I couldn’t decide which was my favorite couple but I think Sorin and Esther were my favorite.  They were so antagonistic and elementary school-age ish to each other and their attraction.  It was fun to read their spats and then how they would make up.

This was a great box set with great couples!

4 stars!

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Kaye writes hot, gritty, suspenseful romance featuring alpha males and the women who love them.

 

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Release Day Launch ~ Tell Me A Lie ~ by ~ Tamara Lush

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These lovers are living their happy ever after … but is it really forever?

 

Emma and Caleb’s journey continues in TELL ME A LIE, the sensual new serial novel by Tamara Lush. It’s the third in the series.

 

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Caleb and Emma are married, expecting, and madly in love. But one separation may rip it all apart. Will he be coming home again … or is everything she believes a lie?

 

Emma has her dream wedding to Caleb, in the exotic beauty of a Florida resort and museum. Married to her soulmate, carrying his child, now her only obstacle is persuading him to stop treating her like a fragile vessel. Her pregnancy has elevated her desire for him to a craving, and she lives for their time alone.

 

Caleb can’t believe his good fortune. Emma is his forever, and she’s going to give him a child. When her doctor informs them the pregnancy is high-risk, he’s even more determined to surround his woman with everything she needs or wants. Finally convincing her to take time off from her bookstore, he can relax a little.

 

But as head of the family business empire, Caleb must travel to Brazil to supervise the opening of a new building. Torn between duty and love, he allows Emma to convince him to go. And all goes well … until the day he walks out of his hotel and disappears without a trace. What has happened to Caleb?

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Sliding my fingers to the back of his neck, I pressed my lips on his smooth jawline where my hand had been. “I love you, because you love your family and you’re always thinking of them. You want what’s best for them. For all of us. You’re our rock.”
I nibbled toward his ear, kissing and lightly biting him. Caleb shivered and grunted a little.
“Let’s get you out of this chastity contraption,” he said, stroking the two dozen buttons snaking up my back.
“Good idea.” I rose slowly.
Caleb put his hands on my belly, then looked up. “You’re tired.”
“I am, but not too tired to want to celebrate our first night as a married couple.”
Caleb stood and gently spun me around. He lifted my hair and kissed my neck, then paused to work on the top button. Once he got the rhythm of the first few, he was able to kiss my neck and shoulder and unbutton at the same time. His movements turned slow, and he shifted so he was now kissing the back of my neck, then down my back. He lowered to his knees and slowly stripped the dress off my body, kissing every inch of my spine.
“Turn around.”
Carefully, because I was in a pool of chiffon, I did. Since the dress had held my top firmly in place, I hadn’t worn a bra. And I hadn’t bothered to wear a corset because of my belly. So all I had on was a pair of white lace panties and white thigh-high stockings with lacy bands at the top.
His hands went everywhere, and he sighed. Still fully clothed in his tuxedo shirt and pants, Caleb stared up at me. “I’ve never seen you look so beautiful. Everything about you is round and perfect.”
“No, just round.”
He shook his head. “No. Perfect. I can’t wait to see you get bigger. You’re so sensual like this. Like one of those Baroque paintings at the museum.” His hand skimmed up my stomach to cradle one breast.

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During the day, Tamara Lush writes news as a journalist with The Associated Press. At night, she writes fictional romance tales about complicated, sexy men and the women who love them.

Her first full-length novel, HOT SHADE, was published in September 2015 with Boroughs Publishing Group. INTO THE HEAT is her second full-length novel and it’s also with Boroughs.

TELL ME A STORY is Tamara’s first novella. It’s the first episode of The Story Series, a five-novella serial about a bookstore owner who reads erotica to a billionaire during a literary event in Florida.

When Tamara isn’t reporting, writing or reading, she’s doing yoga, cooking for her Italian husband or chasing her dogs on a beach on Florida’s Gulf Coast. She loves connecting with people on social media.

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Blog Tour ~ Beyond the Pine ~ by ~ Kate Benson

 
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Author – Kate Benson
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***This book contains adult content and is intended for
mature readers***
Watch and pray that you may not enter temptation…
What if in one moment, you find out your life—your entire
existence was a lie?
When rogue, nomad biker Asher Reed finds himself on the side
of the road injured from an accident, he assumes he’s taken his final ride.
Waking days later in an infirmary located within a secret, religious compound,
his first impulse is to run. His church had always been the road, and he, the
last man who should be among the faithful. When his raven-haired caretaker
appears, his instincts and everything he once believed in diminishes, leaving
only temptation.
The spirit indeed is willing…
Riley Chapman had long ago resigned herself to a life of
order, reverence, and duty. Her coveted role as assistant to the Reverend
should be enough to keep her happy, content with her life. Her whole life she
wondered about what was on the other side of the tree line she’d always been
told would keep her safe.
What if she wasn’t safe anymore?
But the flesh is weak.
When a chance encounter pulls Asher and Riley together and
temptation is too much to resist, how can they keep their dangerous secret? In
a place where secrets are sins and the trustworthy can’t be trusted, who will
they turn to in search of salvation?

 

Beyond the Pine is a dark, multi-POV standalone romance that
will have you gasping, swooning and on the edge of your seat.
 
 
 
 
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Kate Benson was raised in Texas and currently resides in
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read at the age of four and has been hooked ever since. 

 

She credits her passion for literature to her mother, her love of story-telling
to her father and her unwavering faith in happily-ever-after’s to her husband,
Sean.

 

Some of her favorite things include rainy days, loud music, superhero movies,
hot tea and of course, lazy afternoons with a great book.
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Blog Tour ~ Redemption ~ by ~ Samantha Harrington

 

 

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Guilt eats away at your soul. Pride makes you foolish. I
want to be more for her.


Scared to try and petrified of failure.


She came into my life showing more fight and courage than
anyone I had ever meet.


Through my wrong doings, she was saved!
As time goes by, she brands herself on my heart.


I have to walk away, I have to say goodbye.


But having her once will never be enough.



Redemption comes at a price and I’m just scared that’s it’s
going to be Emma!

 
 
 

Get To Know You Interview

 

Tell us is there anything about you that people don’t already know?
I love to explore new places and get ideas, watch films and relax with my kids.
Your books are so emotional. How long does it take for you to be able to get the characters out of your mind and move on to the next?
Sometime it takes a really long time, but then other days they won’t talk to me.
Are the names of the characters in your novels important?
Certain ones are yes. Good people that have touched my life..

 

What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?
Taking a break!! Relaxing when you have written something emotional.
What is the most demeaning thing said about you as a writer?
Thats not a real job!!

 

How do you react to a bad review of one of your books?
I learn from it and move on. My books won’t be for everyone and I’m great full they have took the time to read and review.

 

What was the hardest part of writing your book?
For me its not having enough hours in a day, i do get distracted very quickly.

 

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
I learnt that you can’t plan life that you have to roll with the punches.

 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Yes!!! fight for your happy ever after.. because if you never give up you will get what you want…
Have you ever read or seen yourself as a character in a book or a movie?
NO, I’m pretty boring in real life, and these writes create amazing characters.

 

I love the covers. What made you choose them? What gave you the idea?
The vision for Fractured and Redemption sort of came at the start of the books i knew what i wanted so i saved up and made it happen.
Who designs your covers?

Fransessca Webster…. she is amazing….

Describe in 5 words, your writing:
Lust, Revenge, Love, Sex and Death.
When you were a child what did you want to be when you grew up?
 Various things i went through phases.. Ballerina, Vet, police dog handler.. lol I never found my dream until i started reading.
What do you use to write your book?
Macbook air and pen and paper…

 

Do you listen to music while you are writing or reading?
Yes! when I’m writing, i feel music gives you better access to emotion.

 

Tell us your latest news?
I’m hoping to start a completely new series…
What book are you reading now?

Nothing at the moment. i have just finished Redemption so I’m taking a week or two to spend with my family. 

Do you have a nickname?
Moofa, or Sam….ask charlie Spence why Moofa

 

What are your pet peeves?
Nothing really gets to me. Not everyone will like my crazy. So i think thats fine move on.
Do you ever write naked?
Haha Hell no…Six kids running round i would care them for life lol….but i do write in my Pj’s .

 

What is your favourite Starbuck’s/coffee shop drink?
Hate Starbuck’s…don’t drink coffee..Im a tea girl.
What’s your favourite fruit?
Apple’s love them.
What’s your favourite TV show?
Hawaii 5 O….Steve Mcgarret…yummy…
What’s your favourite genre?
Paranormal and Fantasy romance.

 

One of your favourite quotes

off hand…Same shit different day…. not sure who said it but i do like that quote. 

Do you enjoy giving interviews?

Haha, what author does really. i like that you all want to know a little bit more about me… so thanks for that lol. 

 

Top Ten Book Boyfriends

don’t really have any….I love all alpha males in books…

 

but Christian Grey is lovely. 

Top Ten Love Triangles

Not into love triangles

 

Five Fun Facts:

I’m loud, I have a dirty sense of humour. love my kids. love my hubby. love the book world.

 
 
 
 
 
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I am a mum to six wonderful children, and married to an
amazing man who supports my dream to write.
 
I wouldn’t say that I wanted to be a writer from when I was little.
I only really started reading often when I had baby number five, as he was born
very early and spent thirteen weeks in special care. It was then that I
discovered my love for reading.
From then on, I was hooked. I read all types of romance books.
It dawned on me that I wanted to be more than a mum/reader/blogger. I wanted to
write, as I have a very active imagination, so I put pen to paper.
 
I wrote my first book, Obsession, this year and I am super excited to say that
it will be published on the 29/09/2015.
 
Coincidentally, this is my thirtieth birthday (at least I won’t forget the day
my first book went live).
 
I write romance – contemporary, dark and erotic.
 
I like to write about loss, pain and love, and
what it’s like to fight for your happy ever after.
 
 
 
 
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