Book Tour ~ Bending Bethany ~ by ~ Aria Cole

Bending Bethany by Aria Cole is a whirlwind week of syrupy sweetness with the nerdy girl next door and the MVP soccer star she can’t quite shake. Be prepared to be wooed all over again!

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Blurb

When Bethany Howard meets international soccer star Jenson Abbot at a bar one night she never expects it will change her life forever. University classes and late nights spent studying fill her hours, but Jenson is determined to show her what she’s been missing. She thinks it’s only a one night stand, but Bethany is anything but a fling to Jenson. He’s been waiting for someone to make him feel the way she does, her sharp tongue and delicious curves undoing him from the beginning.

Jenson is hellbent on proving he is the man for her, the only man that can make her eyes light up when she laughs and her body sing beneath his hands. But can Jenson convince Bethany that there’s more to him than meets the eye? Or will his flirty grin and dogged persistence put her off men forever? Jenson is determined to find out, because he’s got one last play tucked in his pocket, The Panty Play.

Warning: Bending Bethany is a whirlwind week of syrupy sweetness with the nerdy girl next door and the MVP soccer star she can’t quite shake. Be prepared to be wooed all over again!

Excerpt

I woke the next morning with a faint pounding in the back of my head. Scrubbing at my face, I glanced down to find myself twisted in the sheets. I sighed and stretched, feeling sore in a wide, new array of places. As my fingers traced circles in the softness of the fabric, the fog lifted and my less than moral actions from last night combusted in my memory. I slowly turned to see the handsome stranger from last night soundly asleep beside me. Well, at least I didn’t have rose-tinted glasses. The man was definitely what my sister, Taylor, would call “fine.” He had a perfectly chiseled face, muscles that were rock hard and well sculpted, and big hands. And I knew their size matched up with another large member on his divine body…

I tore the sheet off me and sat up in bed, startled to find I was wearing nothing but my birthday suit. Here I was in all my naked glory. I looked around for my clothing. To my horror, I saw my dress was on the floor in multiple pieces. Jenson had apparently shredded it. In a frantic panic, I found a large New England Red Bulls jersey and tossed it over my head. I couldn’t wear just this jersey, even though it was longer than that flimsy fabric I was wearing last night.

I needed to get out of there. I quickly went to the bathroom to make sure I didn’t look like a morning after nightmare. I found a new toothbrush tucked in a drawer.

I finished my teeth and ran a brush through my hair, thinking it looked especially wild this morning. I grabbed a lock and pulled it across my nose, taking a whiff and expecting to find the scent of stale cigarette smoke.

Instead, I was hit with a wave of heady arousal.

Notes of leather and spice filled my nostrils. Ice-blue eyes. A reckless mop of dark hair.

Oh God.

“What did I do?” I squeaked before tracing my lips with my fingertips, feeling slightly bruised from too much kissing. I didn’t think I’d had that much to drink, but apparently the shots and the music and everything about him had gone to my head. Snapshots of last night flooded me. I didn’t do things like this, impersonal sex was never on my agenda, what was I thinking?

“Shit.”

I ran out of there like a bat out of hell, with nothing on but a soccer jersey.

Damn. Shit. Fuck.

I love these quick, insta-love, uber sweet, stories!

Bethany is, by her words, a nerd. She’s happier studying for her classes and papers than partying like her older sister. Until one night her sister convinces her to go out. And there is where she meets Jenson.

Jenson is out at a bar, just relaxing after a long day when he sees Bethany. And HAS to talk to her. Jenson knows that Bethany isn’t like any girl he’s met before and likes his “anonymity” that he has because Bethany doesn’t know of his fame.

5 stars!

Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

Aria’s new release BLACK is the first in her modern fairy tale series. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn’t take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!

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Book Tour & Review ~ Love Tap ~ by ~ M.N. Forgy

Meet Tatum and Camden in this

second chance fighter Romance!

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Blurb

All I ever wanted was to be a female fighter.

It was in my blood to smack people around.

Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup, I wore sneakers and bruises.

I was a loner, stuck to myself because I was different, until Camden Steel moved next door.

I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me through rose colored glasses from that day on.

I had everything I ever wanted.

The boy next door, inspiring career… until I didn’t.

He hates me. I deserve that.

They say you have to fight for what you want… What they don’t tell you… is it’ll cost you more than you’re willing to give to reach the top.

Excerpt

Climbing off the bed I grab her by the ankle, jerking her to the edge of the bed roughly.

She jumps awake panicked. Her wild, frantic eyes finding mine.

“Camden, what the fuck?”

“I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you to move, I wanted you to sleep on me.” My voice hard and accusing, all the feelings I felt that morning after she left when I was eighteen surfacing. She jerks her foot, but I tighten my hold. “I wasn’t joking.”

Bending down I grab her by the hips and throw her naked body over my shoulder.

“What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?”

“I have, and it’s because I fell for the little girl next door when I was a fucking kid,” I bark.

Yanking the curtains to the floor to ceiling window open I set her down, her back facing me.

“Put your hands on the window,” I instruct harshly.

She obeys surprisingly, and looks over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Fucking you.”

Spreading her ass cheeks I push the head of my dick into her quickly, needing to feel her now. She takes in a sharp breath, her fingers tensing against the glass as I shove into her with so much force her head bangs against the window.

My chest rising and falling rapidly, I caress the shell of her ear with my lips.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

Her forehead pressed against the window she turns it, looking me in the eye.

“What?”

“That I’m possessive, controlling, crazy.” I thrust into her hard and her mouth parts with pleasure. “You made me this way, you made me the crazy man that wants to love you.”

Pressing my back onto hers, I interlock our fingers on the window, my face in the crook of her neck.

“Let me love you, let me be the crazy motherfucker that loves you.”

She nods, her breath fogging the glass as I continue to thrust into her.

Don’t tell but I read Love Tap while at work today. But it was just too good! I had to see if Tate would succeed as an MMA fighter and win back Camden. Does she? I won’t tell 😉

Tatum aka Tate is a strong woman and in her mind, the ultimate outsider. As a little girl, she wants to fight and wrestle and earn her dad, a professional boxer’s, respect. Her mother just wants her to be a “proper girl” and play with dolls and wear dresses. That’s the last thing Tate wants. And she’s the same type of woman.

Camden knew Tate – and loved Tate – as the rough and tumble, bright, shining light who he had fun with as a boy and teenager. Camden becomes a professional fighter until events happen and he wants out. And about the same time, both Cam and Tate end up back at home.

I’ve never wanted to be an MMA fighter but this book just spoke to me. I could feel every bit of Tate’s impetus for her father’s approval, trying to get her family back together and just wanting to succeed at her life’s dream. I really felt the struggles she went through while training, fighting, and putting her family back together.

Amazing story!!

5 stars!

M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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Book Tour & Review ~ Broken Love ~ by ~ Jillian Dodd

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Blurb

After years of crushing and many failed seduction attempts, Palmer Montlake had finally scored the sexy Cade Crawford. Both a little drunk when they got back to her place, they were frantic with need, their desire intense.

But as the night progressed, the hot-mess hookup morphed to sweet lovemaking.

The kind neither had ever experienced.

But they were destined for heartbreak.

She was his best friend’s little sister.

He was her talent agent.

And they were dating in secret.

When they got into a wicked fight and broke up, all hell broke loose.

The kind neither have recovered from.

Six years later, they still hate each other.

But the universe seems to keep throwing them together.

When they catch the bouquet and garter at a mutual friend’s wedding, sparks fly between them — their chemistry undeniable.

Will they get a second chance? Or will they be left with a broken love?

BROKEN LOVE is a STANDALONE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE NOVEL following Cade and Palmer from the USA Today Bestseller, Vegas Love.

The Love Series is a series of STANDALONE novels featuring a different Crawford sibling. They can be read by themselves. However if you do with to read them all, they are best enjoyed in order.

TRAILER

Excerpt

We clink our glasses together then down the shots. The groomsman passes me a lime wedge, but I shake my head, causing him to pull me aside.

“My name’s Jared,” he says with a cocky smirk.

“I thought this was supposed to be a no-names night?” I reply, giving him shit, even though I have no interest in him.

“It is. But for you, I’ll make an exception. You need to know what name to say when I make you scream later.”

Cade comes up from behind Jared, clamping his big hand down on Jared’s skinny shoulder.

Jared glances back at Cade. They share some kind of a look that causes Jared to immediately ditch me. He saunters over to Tory and throws his arm around her, which earns him a hint of a smile from Cade.

“So does this mean you’re not married?” Tory asks Jared.

“Nope, I’m single as a Pringle,” he replies.

I expect Cade to say something to me, but instead he turns away.

I’m not sure what just happened, but I think it was some guy-code thing.

And it pisses me off.

Tory sees the rage on my face, takes my hand, and drags me off to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you see that!?” I rant, as we step inside the ladies’ room, finding a long line. “Cade cock blocked me! Not that I wanted that guy’s cock, because you already called dibs on it, but Cade didn’t know that!”

“Since you don’t have a cock,” she replies. “I think it’s called blocking the box.”

“Oh, no,” the girl in front of us says. “It’s called twat blocking.”

“I thought it was boxed,” another woman says.

“Baseball players call cock blocking stealing signs.”

A voice from inside one of the stalls yells out, “It’s called clam jamming.”

Pretty soon everyone in the bathroom is giving us their opinions.

“Twat swatting or twat stopping.”

“Beaver dammed.”

“Va-jected!”

I shake my head at Tory. “Whatever. It really shouldn’t matter what part you have. I got cock blocked because I will be having no cock tonight.”

“There’s still time,” Tory says. “You can have the groomsman. You need to get laid worse than I do, honey. It’s been far too long.”

“But why would he cock block me and then walk away?!”

As soon as the words tumble out of my mouth, Cade’s mother steps out of one of the stalls.

I put my head down, hoping she won’t notice me and, thankfully, she squeezes past us without saying a word.

“Holy buckets,” Tory says when the door closes behind her. “Wasn’t that his mother?”

“Uh, yeah. You can kill me now.”

Broken Love is book 2 in The Love Series. Broken Love is Cade and Palmer’s story – characters from Vegas Love. You do not need to read Vegas Love before Broken Love. In hearing about Ashlyn and Cash’s romance, I want to go read Vegas Love!

Cade and Palmer’s relationship was the story Hollywood movies are made of. Until it wasn’t. 6 years later, they’re being thrown in each others path repeatedly. They still haven’t settled anything but Cade’s family is determined that they will.

Cade hasn’t told Palmer why he thinks their relationship ended, Palmer hasn’t told Cade why she thinks their relationship ended so it’s obvious these two need to talk. Plus Cade lost his best friend (Palmer’s brother) over their relationship.

This was a sweet, funny book that made me laugh and my heart sigh.

5 stars!

Want to meet the other brother?

Vegas Love

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Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy. She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.

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Book Tour & Review ~ The Billionaire’s Favorite Mistake ~ by ~ Jessica Clare

A hot one night stand between friends might spark true love in The Billionaire’s Favorite Mistake by Jessica Clare!

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Blurb

A hot one night stand between friends might spark true love in the latest Billionaires and Bridesmaids novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Billionaire Takes a Bride.

Greer has always been there for Asher, but she wishes she could break through her shyness and show how much she truly loves him. But after a steamy, mindless fling at Hunter and Gretchen’s engagement party, Greer finds herself tossed aside and forced to admit that you can’t love someone who doesn’t acknowledge you exist.

It’s a shame he got her pregnant.

After his fiancée betrayed him and tanked his business in one fell swoop, Asher has spent his time trying to rebuild his wealth and forget the past. But he doesn’t understand why Greer blew him off after their night together—until he catches a glimpse of her belly.

Now Asher is willing to do whatever it takes to convince Greer she belongs with him. And he’s very skilled at the art of persuasion.

Excerpt

When the group started to disperse into partying again, he got out of his chair and moved toward Greer’s table, stalking her. He saw her heading off with one of the waitstaff and jogged to catch up. “Greer!”

She turned and her face paled at the sight of him. Her mouth firmed into an angry line of distaste, and then she picked up her skirts and continued to walk away.

Yeah, he was definitely on the shit list.

That didn’t deter him, though. Asher headed after her, following her into the house and catching up despite her efforts to hurry. “Hey, wait up. I think we need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you, Asher.” She didn’t turn to look at him.

He reached out and clasped her arm, noting how warm her skin was, and how soft. And damn it all if he didn’t start to get another inappropriate boner. His body really needed to learn to calm the fuck down. “Just give me five minutes of your time, all right? Then I’ll leave you alone.”

She exchanged a look with the waitress, and then nodded at her. “I’ll be inside in a minute. Go ahead.” When the woman left, Greer sighed and turned back to him, smoothing a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. “What is it, Asher? I’m very busy tonight with the party.”

“I can imagine. This is a terrific party. I should have known you were behind it.” He knew she’d done weddings for some top-notch clients in New York and always took her job extremely seriously. Of course she’d put on a spectacular party for her father. “Listen. I feel like the last time we saw each other, we . . . well, we fucked up.”

Her eyebrows went up.

Shit. That was apparently the wrong thing to say. “I mean, it was a fuckup, but not that fucking you was a mistake.” God, where was his suaveness when he needed it? Why was he all diarrhea of the mouth when it came to Greer? He could sweet talk anyone, but the moment he came close to her, he babbled like a schoolboy. “Not that I think we should have fucked, of course. We’re friends, and friends don’t sleep with each other. Not if they want to stay friends. And you’ve been avoiding me. We haven’t had our Mondays in the last few months.”

“No, we haven’t.”

“It doesn’t have to be Mondays, you know. It can be any other day. Or it doesn’t have to be lunch. It can be anytime you need it to be if your schedule is all screwed.” He frowned to himself. “I should probably stop saying the word screwed, shouldn’t I?”

Her arms crossed over her chest, pressing her dress tighter against her body. “Is this conversation going somewhere, Asher? Like I said, I’m very busy tonight.”

Greer’s tits looked magnificent in that dress, he realized. They’d been small, perfect handfuls the night they’d slept together and now they seemed . . . doubly abundant. “Did you get a boob job?”

Her eyes narrowed imperceptibly. “I need to go.”

Fuck, why did he say that? “Sorry. It’s none of my business. Listen.” He reached out and grabbed her elbow when she turned to leave, stopping her. “The reason why I wanted to talk to you tonight is because I was behaving like an ass that night. I was drunk and I wasn’t myself. I was just lost in misery and in booze, and if I’d been thinking straight, I would have never dragged you off to the gardens and slept with you.” And damn if that didn’t sound all wrong, too. “Not because you’re not attractive, Greer. You are.”

“You’re not winning me over, Asher.” Her voice sounded hard. “Did you truly come to this party just to tell me that you find me repulsive and you wouldn’t have slept with me if you were sober?”

“What? No, that’s not what I meant at all. You’re hot. I mean, hell, you look smoking hot in that dress tonight.” She was all lush curves, which was surprising given that his memories of her were of her daintiness. But her body had changed in the last couple of months. And something about that was bothering him. “I just . . . don’t think we should have done that. As friends.”

“On that, I agree completely. May I go now?”

Why wasn’t she thawing toward him? He remembered Greer as all soft, shy smiles for him. They’d been friends, good friends. The cool, remote stranger in front of him . . . well, it reminded him of Stijn and the politely disinterested-because-you-are-dirt-to-me expression he wore at all times. “I just . . . you’re a good friend and I don’t want to lose you.”

“We can’t change what happened, Asher.” She hadn’t thawed an inch. One of the waitstaff moved nearby with an enormous cake, and she delicately sidestepped on the path to allow them more room. As she did, the long hem of her skirt got caught in a nearby bush and pulled taut against her body, outlining a slightly rounded stomach.

Asher’s eyes widened as realization struck him. “Greer . . . are you pregnant?”

She bit her lip and averted her gaze.

Oh fuck. She was pregnant. “Is it . . . Is it mine?”

She looked back up again. Her eyes narrowed. She crooked her finger at him, indicating he should lean down. He did—

—And she delivered a ringing slap to his face.

The Billionaire’s Favorite Mistake will have you repeatedly muttering “Asher Asher Asher” to yourself as you shake your head. And wanting to smack Greer for lacking some backbone. But this was just like the other Billionaire’s books: fantastic!

Greer has been in love with Asher for what seems like forever. And she finally sees her chance at getting Asher to really “see” her. What she doesn’t count on is Asher’s condition when she finally makes her play.

Greer finally realizes that Asher never saw her that way and stops talking with him. Except he’s left her a little gift that will make an appearance in about 9 months….

Asher sees that Greer is pregnant and if he wasn’t missing her before, he definitely is now that she’s pregnant as well. Asher will stop at nothing to get Greer (and their baby) back with him.

5 stars!

Jessica Clare

This is a pen name for Jill Myles.

Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic since childhood. She reads all the ‘naughty parts’ of books first, looks for a dirty joke in just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little House on the Prairie books should have been steamier.

After devouring hundreds of paperback romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few books of her own – stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her heroines witty, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome adversity to fall into bed together.

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Book Tour ~ The Dom Games ~ by ~ Rachel Robinson

Ten submissive women. One billionaire dominant.

Three months competing for his “affections.”

One winner takes all.

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Blurb

Dominic Reed, heir to an oil fortune, has spent his entire adult life perfecting his dark hobby. With little control in every other area of his manicured life, he finds his release as a dominant. With more money than he knows what to do with, he creates a TV show: The Dom Games.

This year is different than the past seasons, this year Dominic will be the star. He wants a forever submissive.

Before last month Kayla Parchet thought the word submissive only referred to dogs. Fresh out of college with a business degree that is scrap paper, she needs to get an Ivy League masters degree to pursue her dreams. When Kayla is accepted to be one of the ten, her world takes a dark turn as she competes against women who live the submissive lifestyle for enjoyment. Can she hold on to her dreams long enough to win the competition and ten million dollars? Or will she get sucked into Dominic’s twisted world?

Only a few whips and canes stand between Kayla and the future she’s always desired.

Lights, camera, sex…

Excerpt

“Are you ready?” I ask, placing my palm on her sweaty stomach. She’s so petite that my hand spans her entire stomach. It rises and falls with each deep breath she takes. This power I feel right now is utter heaven. She’s mine in every way possible, and no one can deny it. Fury of possession and lust hit me. I don’t want to hold back any longer.

Kayla nods. Gritting my teeth, I unfasten her gag and pull it away with a long strand of spit connecting it to her mouth. Her lips part and close a few times as she adjusts to the new sensation.

Lips. They’re such innocuous things in real life. They speak, and laugh. They kiss babies, and are responsible for filtering or not filtering every word you ever speak. In my world, this world, they’re the most erotic, beautiful, stunning part of a person. Lips praise. They suck and kiss and worship my body. Kayla’s lips worship me. I am obsessed with lips, but especially hers right now because I know that this isn’t her life, nor is it something she would pick for herself, yet her lips are asking me for more. Words passing her lips about how good I feel, how wet she is, thanking me for filling her with a vibrating dildo. It’s uncomplicated in here. She obeys. She wants more.

Removing the gag does give me pause, because she could potentially say something un-sub like and ruin the scene, but at this point I wouldn’t even care, I’ll still fuck her. My cock is heavy and dripping with pre-come. I glance at the large, digital clock to my right to make sure my timing is on par and catch sight of the crew.

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The Dom Games is FSOG meets Survivor. Contestants compete against one another to be the best submissive for “The Dom” and win.

Initially in reading the description, I wasn’t too into the book. But I’m glad it was more than met the eye! I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t just a BDSM competition.

The Dom – ironically named Dominic – is looking for his forever submissive. The Submissive – Kayla – is just looking to continue her education and find a way to pay for it at Harvard. Kayla is an unlikely submissive but she will do anything to fund her education, even if that means playing the submissive when she is anything but.

This book is hilarious and a hot read!

5 stars

Rachel grew up in a small, quiet town full of loud talkers. Her words were always only loud on paper. She has been writing stories and creating characters for as long as she can remember. After living on the west coast for many years she recently moved to Virginia Beach, VA.

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Book Tour ~ Sexiest Couple Alive ~ by ~ M. Clarke

Everything is sexy at Knight Fashion Magazine.

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Blurb

Nathan Cross is living his dream. Not only is he modeling for Knight Fashion Magazine, recently voted “sexiest man alive,” but he is dating a beautiful photographer who could be his new future. When he unexpectedly reunites with his past love, his world crashes around him. Two loves. The past or the future: which one will he choose?

Olivia’s past choices come back to haunt her and could ruin everything she has worked so hard to build. Troy has the power to destroy any hope of happiness. She will do everything to keep that from happening, even if it means giving up her second chance with Nathan. Lies. Revenge. Scandal. Olivia could lose it all.

Excerpt

Love can heal and love can make you soar, but Nate’s expression said my love had broken him. The thought of Nate not knowing how much I wanted him back shattered me. As his eyes filled with utter confusion, he waited for me to continue.

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” Nate scowled. “What changed your mind? Or should I say who changed your mind?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he gripped his hair with his fists and walked away.

“It isn’t what you think.” I searched for the best words to explain.

I might have screwed up finding the right words. It was hard to concentrate with him standing there shirtless, water dripping slowly down his chest from his wet hair. God, he looked sexy as hell. He had no idea what he was doing to me. I wanted to lick every single drop. In my mind, my hands traveled all over his toned chest, wiping away the water like I was his towel.

Nate glared at me, unbelieving, as if he expected me to lie. Then he rushed to me and punched the wall with an expression of rage I’d never seen. His body so close to mine, almost touching, caused my focus to slip away.

“Don’t fuck with me, Olie,” he gritted through his teeth. “It isn’t what I think? I wasn’t given the chance to think.” He pointed to himself. “There wasn’t much to think when I saw Troy practically on top of you.”

I had known that moment would cause me problems. Nate’s expression eased when I began to tremble. His anger and how he’d reacted seemed to surprise him, too. I found my composure again and continued before he had another episode that was so out of character. There was no going back.

“I couldn’t tell you because of Troy. Not because I wanted to be with him, but because I was scared of him.”

“What?” His eyebrows pinched at the center, and his pitch rose again. “What do you mean you were afraid of him? Did he threaten you? Did he hurt you?”

When I nodded through unrelenting tears, Nate guided me to the bed with his hand on my back. I wiped my cheeks and sat next to him. His proximity drove me insane, especially when my hand accidentally grazed his chest.

“Tell me everything.” he said softly, but it was more of a demand. I could tell his anger had turned toward Troy and away from me.

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Sexiest Couple Alive continues right where Sexiest Man Alive left off. So if you haven’t read that, go back and read that first! You have to meet Nate and Olivia aka Olie properly. And Josh and Isla – but that’s another story – and that’s all I’m saying.

Nate and Olie (In my head I was repeatedly saying “Ollie” or “O-Lee”) have just a fantastic, undeniable chemistry. But you can also tell they are truly friends.

M. Clarke will definitely be added to my TBR with these books! They’re hot, sexy, sweet with some drama. And just a good story to read.

5 Stars

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~ Book Tour ~ His Only Salvation ~ by ~ Skye Turner

Meet Hope and Gabrial in Skye Turner’s newest dark romance!

His Only Salvation is

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Blurb

My name is Hope Layne.

I’ve known Gabrial DeLucca my entire life.

He means so much to me, but he shouldn’t. He can’t. I can’t let him in.

He is darkness personified.

Everything I believe in and stand for is everything he hates.

Nothing matters to him. He loves nothing and no one… Except me.

I hate who he is and what he does, but I can’t hate him.

He is my curse.

He says I’m his salvation.

Am I strong enough to follow my heart when my head screams at me to do the opposite?

What price am I willing to pay to save Gabrial DeLucca from everyone, including himself?

***His Only Salvation is a dark romance with a love triangle.

One woman is involved with two men and some dark and delicate topics are covered.

Graphic language and explicit sex scenes are involved in the book.

EXCERPT

The sound of the gun going off reverberates throughout the metal of the warehouse. It ricochets like a rock bouncing down a tin roof, only it’s louder… So much louder.

That didn’t just happen. This is a nightmare. It’s not real. It can’t be real.

Only as my gaze strays across the room and I take in the scene, the walls start to close in. I can’t breathe. All I can focus on is him… lying on the ground. A dark red puddle steadily increases in size and I hear a mournful wail. It pierces my heart.

The voice calling my name, in absolute terror, finally catches my attention and suddenly the sound stops and I realize that the scream was coming from me.

“Hope… Hope… look at me… Stay with me. Goddammit. Stay with me. You have to get out of here. You can’t be here right now, Hope. They’re already on the way and you can’t be here when the police show up.”

The screams don’t stop. I can’t. The horror is too much. If anything, I scream even louder. I hear the voice imploring me to look away from the scene on the dirty floor of the warehouse, but I can’t. I can’t look away from him. He’s on the ground. My vision starts to waver and I blink to try to make the scene disappear.

It will be ok. This isn’t real. None of this is real. It’s just a night terror. Like I had as a child. If I take my time and breathe with my eyes closed, when I open them, I’ll see everything is ok. I’ll be in my pink childish bedroom and everything will be fine.

Something sounds like bubbles under water. Opening my eyes, I look past the man in front of me, desperately trying to get me to move, to leave, and see him lying on the ground as the puddle continues to spread and darkens. That’s black… it can’t be blood. Blood is red and that is almost black. Blood isn’t that dark. It’s not real.

Only, he gurgles as blood trickles from his mouth and he looks at me with a mixture and fear and acceptance.

Dear God, he’s choking on his own blood. This is real.

He gurgles once more and his eyes widen before he reaches out for me… I can’t move. I can’t breathe. This is real. This is happening… Oh my God… this is really happening… It’s not a nightmare.

The darkness consumes me and I feel weightless as my bones liquefy… I try to speak but nothing comes out as I succumb to the darkness.

No light… only darkness.

Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned International Bestselling Author of the Bayou Stix Series.

She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately life intervened and she made the choice to leave her studies.

She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, 2 children, and 6 fur babies.

When she’s not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing Supermom, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, or catching up on her family oriented blog.

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I was lucky to receive an ARC of this book and OMG was it hot!

Hope has been torn between holy-hotness-batman, sexy, bad boy Gabrial and super hot good guy Luke for years.

Luke and Gabrial couldn’t be more different except that they are both in love with Hope. And Hope loves them both wholeheartedly.

Events happen and Hope must choose. Will she choose Luke? Gabrial? Or herself?

4 Stars!!