Jun 04
Weightless by Gia Riley Cover Reveal and Giveaway
Weightless is the full-length follow-up to Lighter, and the conclusion to Sophie and Kipton’s story.
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Jun 03
Yours All Along by Roni Loren Review
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Synopsis
The new Loving on the Edge romance from the New York Times bestselling author of Nothing Between Us turns on the heat between two men who wonder how much they’re willing to risk in the name of love.
Four years after an accident tore their friendship apart, Hunter and Devon are living separate lives. Hunter is now the all-America hero—a congressman’s son and a pro pitcher in Houston preparing to marry his beauty-queen girlfriend. Devon is in Dallas running a new restaurant.
But when Hunter unexpectedly shows up in Devon’s bar, Devon can’t turn him away. Damn it if the man isn’t still gorgeous. But engaged? Hell no. All he’s doing for Devon is bringing back memories of their college-roommate days, and the night their relationship went too far. Turns out Hunter has never forgotten it either.
Now Devon can’t help but be drawn in all over again by the only guy who’s ever gotten close enough to break his heart. Maybe one more night together would be enough for both of them to finally move on. Or maybe one night will change everything…
Review
“Hunter hadn’t lied when Devon had asked if he looked at guys in a sexual way. He didn’t. He was just starting to look at Devon that way. And it was completely fucking with his head.”
Yours All Along is a novella in the Loving On The Edge series but i read it as a standalone and had no problem keeping up with this angsty and sexy male male book! While starting out in the present day most of the book is spent in their college years where Hunter and Devon struggle to ride the fine line between being roommates and giving into their attraction to each other despite the fact that Hunter is straight and Devon is gay and out of the closet.
“I know how casual sex works. I’ve had my share.” “With women. Don’t pretend this is the same thing. Things might seem exciting now – all that unknown. But how are you going to feel the morning after when you wake up and it sinks in that you’ve slept with a dude? That the taste lingering in your mouth is my dick? That your ass is sore because I’ve had my fingers or more inside you?”
When we start Hunter is engaged to be married and his fiance, who he is starting to feel disconnected to, sends him off to Texas to relax and to ask his former BFF Devon to be his best man. Completely unaware of the feelings and history these to shared this trip sets up us flashing back to their past and then spend the majority of the book watching these two best friends become more and try to figure out how all that could possible fit into their lives. Devon is going to be a baseball superstar and the son of a senator a lot if on his shoulders but still he is the most tolerant person around and even offers to room with the new guy in the frat who happens to be gay.
“Here Devon was free . . . and fucking magnetic.”
The beauty in Devon and Hunter’s relationship is that it was built on an open friendship that sparked a chemistry that was impossible to deny. I am a big fan of m/m romance an d my favorite ones are where at least of of the men is straight and not really attracted to other men but then there is this one guy who brings out desires they never knew they had. This book follow that format beautifully and I enjoyed it immensely. Being a novella format basically means we get the condensed version of their story and I loved these two so much I would have enjoyed more from them. Dynamic chemistry and a story filled with angst, drama and years passing was a formula for success and while I had not heard of this author before now I look forward to reading more of her books soon.
**book provided by publisher through Netgalley in exchange for an honest review
~miranda
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Jun 03
Bad Intentions by Nacole Stayton Cover Reveal and Giveaway
Title: Bad Intentions
Author: Nacole Stayton
Genre: Mature YA/NA Romance
Release Date: Summer 2015
She’s careful, but wants to be reckless.
She’s cute, but wants to be sexy.
She’s innocent, but wants to be bad.
When ex-Olympic gymnast, Adaley Knight wakes on her eighteenth birthday she only has one wish, to leave the only town she’s ever known and start fresh.
Finding herself enrolled at a college across the globe, the once modest Adaley is almost unrecognizable. Her new persona dances on the wild side by sinking her teeth into the first bad boy she sees. The only problem is he’s not the least bit interested.
Ryle Benson, baseball extraordinaire and brooding campus bad-boy keeps everyone at an arms length. Things have never come easy for him and the last thing he needs is getting involved with any female.
The tables are reversed as she tries to be bad, tempting fate, and he tries to fight his. The push and pull is half the fun. But what happens when one pushes a little too hard?
Tilting my head up, I make eye contact with the other male in the room. It’s then that I really notice the guy that he called Ryle. In the seconds it takes Taylor to wrap up his convo with Zoe, I rake Ryle over, head to toe with needy eyes. He’s tall, but not awkward and lengthily. He’s built, but not like a jock on steroids but rather like a guy who occasionally picks up a set of weights. And by occasionally, I mean every other day. And although his body isn’t painted with art like a typical bad boy there is a certain sex appeal that oozes off him like hot lava. I want to get torched, maybe even burned by his touch.
Nacole Stayton is twenty-something years young and currently resides in the Bluegrass State where she spends her nights writing vigorously. She has a passion for helping others and wears her University of Kentucky gear proudly. While her husband loves all things outdoors, Nacole enjoys the finer things in life, like getting pedicures while reading on her Kindle. She is passionate about her faith, family, and The Vampire Diaries.
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Jun 02
Beneath These Chains by Meghan March Cover Reveal and Giveaway
Meghan March – Beneath These Chains
About Beneath These Chains
I was raised on the streets, so I know things are rarely as simple as they appear—especially this rich girl showing up at my pawnshop demanding a job.
She’s the most tempting thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be damned if I can make her leave.
Shit just got complicated … but when it comes to her—I want complicated.
We’re both fighting our own demons, and our only chance at a future is to let go of the past.
But will we be strong enough to break free from beneath these chains?
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Chapter 1
Lord
I fucking hated people who stole from me. Which was ironic, considering the only thing that had kept me from starving as a kid had been picking pockets and snatching purses. I dropped my elbows to the desk and rubbed a hand over my buzzed head.
“Goddamn, karma’s a bitch.”
“She the bitch you fucked last night, bro?” The leather of my office couch creaked as Mathieu sank his tall, lanky frame into it.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call women ‘bitches,’ boy?”
My words were met with a long sigh from Mathieu. Ever since he’d walked into Chains and tried to grab a guitar and run back out the door—only to be tackled to the ground by yours truly—he’d been a fixture in my life. To be fair, his choices had been to work off the price of what he’d attempted to steal, or go directly to the nearest cop shop. The entire situation had been such a blast from the past, I’d caught myself smiling when I should’ve been glaring and scaring the piss out of the kid. But apparently I’d done an okay job of it because he’d decided starting a rap sheet at seventeen wasn’t a good plan. Thank fuck. Almost two years later, the kid was my right hand.
And now that Chains was mine, someone was stealing from me—but not just someone. An employee. Someone I should’ve been able to trust. The cameras I had installed on her day off had already paid for themselves.
I rolled my head from side to side, cracking my neck. I hated firing people. It never got easier. And this time? This time it was going to be even worse … because there would be tears. And quite possibly claws.
Pushing up from the chair, I strode to the door without looking at Mathieu. Over my shoulder, I tossed, “You might want to stay here; Brianna’s ass is about to get canned.”
“For real?” His words followed me out, but I didn’t bother to reply.
Every time I stepped foot onto the shop floor, a feeling of pride surged through me—pride that I’d helped build this business into one that was not only honest, but profitable. At least, it was profitable when one of my employees wasn’t skimming off the till and messing with my bank deposits.
Finger twirling in her long, dark extensions and gum snapping between her teeth, Brianna flipped the pages of a magazine with a giant black Sharpie in one hand, circling shit. Probably shit she wanted to buy with the money she’d been stealing from me. The store was empty, which made what I was about to do a little easier.
“Bree, need a few minutes.”
Her head popped up, lips pursing as she took me in. “You can have all the time you need, boss.” Her gaudy fake eyelashes batted at me in what I assumed was supposed to be a sexy move. I stowed the urge to tell her to save it for someone whose dick got hard at the sight of her … but since I was about to fire her, why add insult to injury? The woman had been unsuccessfully trying to add her notch to my bedpost since I’d hired her. Bringing her on had been a mistake, and I’d known it from the minute she’d walked in the door, but a friend had called in a favor.
“Boss? You had something to say?” she prompted.
I watched her, not speaking.
She stopped the hair twirling and capped the Sharpie, resituating herself on the stool and folding her hands in her lap.
“Lord?”
“You’re done.”
Bree’s dark eyes flew wide. “Done? You mean done for the day?”
“Done. For good. Get your shit and get out.”
Bree lost the innocent pose as she crossed her arms and stared me down. “Not until you tell me why.”
In two long strides, I closed the distance between the register and me and pressed my hands to the counter.
“I gave you a job. Gave you a paycheck you didn’t have to suck a dick to get. But that wasn’t enough for you. You had to have more, and instead of coming to me and asking for a raise, you decided to make it happen yourself.”
The color faded from her face, leaving her mocha-colored skin sallow. “Wh-what?”
“Get your shit.”
“I swear, I didn’t—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. I can show you the tape if you want to see what I saw.”
Her lower lip started to wobble. It wasn’t going to work. I’d given her the benefit of the doubt, hoped I was wrong or it was just a one-time thing. But she’d gotten too bold.
“But I need this—”
I cut her off. She wasn’t even going to deny it. Not that she could. We both knew she’d done it, and I wasn’t in the mood to listen to her beg or justify her actions. Even though she didn’t know it, I’d already given her a second chance. And all that had done was cost me even more than I could afford to lose. “I needed someone to work the shop—someone who wasn’t going to fuck me over and steal from me. You weren’t capable of that, so you’re out. Now get your shit.”
“But—”
“Save your breath, Bree. I ain’t listening unless you’re here to tell me you’ve got all the money you’ve taken, and you’re putting it right back where it belongs.”
Her face twisted into an angry glare even as the tears started falling. “You … you don’t understand.”
“No, I really don’t understand.” I crossed my arms and waited her out. When she realized the water works weren’t changing my decision, she spun off the stool, grabbed her giant purple purse from behind the counter, and stalked toward the door.
“You get all self-righteous with me about a little cash while you basically steal from people? Giving ‘em twenty dollars for their shit? Like you’re one to judge.”
A little cash? She’d skimmed enough to buy a nice used car, and I’d been too trusting to even realize it until the numbers hadn’t added up in a big way.
She slowed near the guitars at the front of the store and malicious glee lit her eyes.
She wouldn’t.
Oh, but she did.
Bree grabbed a guitar and swung it toward the rack as the chimes above the front door jangled. Wood crashed against wood, and two female screeches erupted.
Shit … if she injured a customer…
I charged Bree and ripped the guitar from her hands before she could swing again. A swirl of red hair caught my attention as the other woman dodged out of the strike zone.
Bree struggled against my hold, and I wondered if I was going to end up with a face full of the acrylic claws tearing at my arms. “Let go of me, you asshole!”
“Whoa, boss. Getting the door for ya.” Mathieu bolted across the shop and yanked the door open again. I hustled Bree out and set her free on the sidewalk.
She spun to face Mathieu and me. “You’re gonna regret this,” she hissed. “I swear, you will.”
A soft laugh came from the open door. “From what I’ve seen, I highly doubt it.”
Bree opened her mouth to spew something else, but I shut her down. “Get gone. I don’t ever wanna see you near my shop again.”
Bree’s flinty eyes narrowed as she shouldered her purse. “Fuck you, Lord. You think you’re better than me? Not a chance. You’re just thievin’ street scum. Fuck you.”
“And now she’s getting repetitious,” the husky female voice commented from behind me.
Lip curling in disgust, Bree turned and marched toward the corner, never looking back.
“Her exit could totally use some work, but all-in-all, that was one hell of a welcome.”
I turned to survey the woman standing in the doorway of Chains. Even without a photographic memory, I didn’t think I’d ever forget this particular pose: one arm braced on the doorframe and the other propped on her hip, a green dress hugging curves that had my entire body sitting up and taking notice. Matched with her long, curling red hair, she was a goddamn knockout. What the hell is she doing here?
“You lost, sweet thing?”
She stepped onto the sidewalk and tore the HELP WANTED sign off the bottom corner of the front window. Holding it between two fingers, she smiled. “Nope. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m your newest employee.”
About Meghan March:
Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.
Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.
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Catch Up on the Beneath Series:
Beneath This Mask (Beneath #1)
He loves me, and he doesn’t even know my real name.
The limelight that follows him could expose everything I’m hiding. But even knowing the risks, I can’t force myself to stay away.
I’m going to break his heart, but mine will shatter right along with it.
Will we lose it all when I reveal what’s beneath this mask?
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Beneath This Ink (Beneath #2)
I’ve always known she was too good for me, but that never stopped me from wanting her.
And then I finally had her for one night.
A night I don’t remember.
I figured I’d blown my shot.
But now she’s walked back into my life, and this time, I have the upper hand. I want my second chance.
Will she be able to see the man beneath this ink?
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Jun 02
Wrong by L.P. Lovell and Stevie J. Cole Release Blitz and Giveaway
Title: Wrong
Authors: LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole
Release Date: June 2, 2015
Blurb
Tor
My life was everything I wanted it to be. It was mapped out and planned. I wanted it all, the career, the right husband, the white picket fence and kids. Until he was thrust into my world, ripping me from it. My carefully planned life shattered, proving to be nothing more than a cheap illusion, and now I’m living in this twisted form of hell, where enemies and friends are one and the same. I thought I wanted perfection. Now I don’t know what I want – perhaps not even my own freedom.
Jude
I define wrong. I thrive on the corrupted greed of others, on their trivial hope, and their false optimism. I am the bookie, and the bookie always wins. For those whose hopes far outweigh the depths of their pockets, well, let’s just say paying with your life is not just a figure of speech.
I have always been in control, until suddenly I’m not any more. The day one of my collectors dragged her into my office as payment on a debt, I should have killed them both right there, but I didn’t. Now she threatens my control, threatens everything I’ve built, and yet I still can’t kill her. Why can’t I kill her?
By the time I’m done with her, she may pray for death.
Everything is not always as it seems. Lust, blood, lies…Nothing this wrong should feel so right.
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LP Lovell
Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
She’s a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
LP Lovell’s She Who Dares series are all international best sellers.
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Stevie J. Cole
I love writing (obvious since I’m on here, right?) I don’t have a specific genre – I just write whatever story manifests itself inside my brain.
Writing is like therapy. There is nothing else that I can lose myself in the way I can a story. It amazes me that words can take you away from reality and leave you in a dazed state once you’ve finished.
Aside from writing, I love sloths and mythology. I kind of have a thing for vampires, because let’s face it, something about the fact that they fight the urge to bite your neck and drain the life from you is rather sexy. I have an irrational fear of the zombie apocalypse. I honestly cannot imagine a more horrifying way to go than by being ripped to shreds by a mass of mumbling, decaying, and oozing corpses with clicking teeth. Ugh! I just shuddered typing it.
Now the boring basics: I’m married with two wonderful children. I grew up in the south listening to a ton of grunge rock. Me and my sister have an obsession with going to concerts and getting front and center. We often fight over who can get the most swag from the band. I have an unhealthy obsession with Russell Brand’s mind, and the smell of crayons is the most soothing smell there is.
I hope if you read my work that you will enjoy it. After all, writing is the most amazing magic trick of all… it puts the reader in the mind of the writer (kind of creepy if you think about it). It’s scary inside my brain, watch out!
I hope you love my little worlds as much as I do.
Xx- Stevie J
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Jun 02
Identity Crisis by Rochelle Paige Cover Reveal
**COVER REVEAL**
Identity Crisis by Rochelle Paige
Will be featured in the July issue of Glamour Magazine UK
Release Date June 24th
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A reclusive author…
Delia Sinclair is desperate to hit a looming deadline. With only two weeks to go before her manuscript is due, she heads to a remote cabin in the Smoky
Mountains with no internet or cell service.
An ex-military security specialist…
Blaine West is halfway around the world when he gets a frantic message from his childhood sweetheart. She needs to lay low for awhile so he puts her in
touch with someone who can help her until he can get back to town.
A dead body…
When Blaine arrives at the hotel where they were supposed to meet, he learns the body of a local author was discovered that morning but there’s no sign of
his old flame.
And a case of mistaken identity…
Delia returns home completely unaware that the police believe she’s been murdered. With Delia alive and his ex still missing, Blaine has the skills and
connections to find out exactly what happened and keep Delia safe.
Lead to a passion that burns out of control.
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Jun 02
Forever A Jett Girl by Meghan Quinn Blog Tour
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Justice. Faith. Power.
The words I live my life by, the three keys to my success, the foundation I built my entire empire on and now Goldie holds them all in the palm of her hands.
She once was a Jett Girl, a piece of me, a safety net I grew to depend on.
She once was mine…heart, body and soul.
But now she’s gone.
I fell for a girl I should have left alone. I let her consume my life, control my feelings and own every aspect of my being. I tried to keep her, to make her see what she was doing to me, to clue her in that breathing was impossible without her around.
But she ran, she gave up and she returned the one thing that claimed her as mine, she gave me back her collar.
This is the story of a desperate man who lost everything that ever mattered to him… my little one.
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Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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Jun 02
Hunter by Rie Warren Release Blitz and Giveaway
Title: Hunter
Series: Bad Boys of Retribution MC #1
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Contemp Erotic Romance
Release Date: June 2, 2015
From the world of Carolina Bad Boys! Hunter Sexton is too hot to handle..
Hunter:
My call-sign is GHOST. My roadname, too. I keep my head down, stay off the grid, fly under the radar. I’m the rough, gruff, good guy who does bad things for pay.
JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. Don’t get me wrong, she has a wicked side, too. She’s kickass in bed, when we make it that far. But she’s the ultimate wholesome good girl, and I don’t want to dirty her up.
Hey, no one said life was all fun and games, right?
JB:
Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike: carefree, in your face, and full throttle. My soft side? Well, that’s reserved for my job.
I’m not looking for love, and I certainly don’t need any relationship complications. Too bad complicated is the only way Hunter comes.
He’s a quiet, deadly storm. He prowls. He hunts me. He wants me. He’s sexy, sinful . . . secretive. Hunter will turn my life inside out no thanks to his dangerous past about to come back and bite us both in the ass.
Who’s gonna save us now?
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
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Stalking to her, I kept my gaze locked on
hers. “Enough sightseeing.” I returned the photo to its place.
“Something else you want to see?” Wide
innocent eyes the color of a night sky delved into mine.
“Yeah. You. Naked.” On my bed.
I lead her upstairs without another word
spoken. In my bedroom, I switched on a small light because I was not about to
waste this opportunity. Our lips crashed together, and hers were warm and
pliable, her tongue motherfucking acrobatic as it danced and dived around mine.
For a moment, we tasted each other outside of our mouths, lips held open,
tongues touching, and it was so hot I broke away with a groan.
“I need . . .”
“What do you need, baby?” JB’s voice had
lowered to a dirty gritty lusty tone.
My cock lay at an awkward angle inside the
constricting jeans. I popped open the top buttons, worked my hand inside, and
straightened myself. The wet engorged tip kissed my stomach, stretching beyond
the waist of my jeans. “Needed some breathing room.”
“Show me.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“If your cock’s so hard because of me you
can’t fit in your jeans anymore, I deserve to see what I’m getting.”
Far be it for me to argue. I drew my shirt
off and tossed it aside.
My cock needed no coercion making an
appearance. Another couple inches pulsed out of the opening, splitting the
denim wide.
“Good lord,” JB gasped. “You’ve got girth.”
My shoulders shook with a laugh. “Girth?”
“Holy shit, yeah. You’re . . . um”—she pulled her top lip through her
teeth, leaving it shiny and still lipstick red—“thick as my wrist. See?”
She lined up her hand with my shaft butting
out of the jeans. My thighs tensed at the touch of her skin against mine. I
glanced down then slammed my eyes shut. She wasn’t wrong.
“Oh my God.” Her hands flew to my chest,
and I looked at her through half-slit eyes.
Her touch ignited the fire racing to my
nads. “What?”
“Chest hair, too. Sexy.” She tweaked my
flat brown nipples and I shuddered hard.
I was a man, yeah I had chest hair, a black
smattering across my pecs that formed a straight line down my abs and beyond.
She seemed to approve, rubbing her cheek
against the light pelt then attaching her hot moist mouth to my skin, on the
move to my stomach.
“Not so fast.” I pulled her up. “Fair’s
fair. Top off.”
Crossing both arms at the hem, she winked
before pulling the longsleeve up and off. Encased in a sheer black bra, her
tits bounced, and her nipples were dark, coin-sized, pebbled. As I’d imagined,
hoped, fantasized, she had tiny dots of freckles on her shoulders and across
the high, full, creamy mounds.
Pulling her to my chest, I looked down her
back. Those tempting butterfly tats increased in size the lower they were inked
on her spine until the largest—bright blue, violet, and black—decorated her
skin just above the dimples of her ass.
Finding what I was looking for, I snapped
open the clasp of her bra. I hooked one strap then the other off her shoulders.
When I pushed JB a step back, the bra fell to floor.
I ran my hands from the flair of her hips
to the indent of her waist, over her ribs and up to her breasts. Cupping the
twin mounds of so-soft flesh, I watched her plum-colored nipples peek between my fingers.
“Gorgeous.” I bent, kissing one nub with a
lingering suck then the other. I crouched even farther, trailing the tip of my
tongue from her belly button and up through her deep cleavage. “Freckles,” I
moaned. “I love your freckles.”
I tongued all the little dots I could find,
palming her generous tits, scraping my thumbs across her nipples.
She raked her fingers through my hair
before tugging on it. “My turn to see more.”
I stared at her breasts, frowning. “For a
small woman, you sure are bossy.”
JB cupped her tits, pinching her nipples.
“Small?”
“You’ve got a beautiful cock, Hunter.”
Oh dear God!
“Gonna suck it so good now.”
She slid her lips up one side of my shaft then the other. I watched, out
of my head horny.
When her saliva mixed with my precome, she smacked her lips against the
engorged purple head. She sucked on me, just to the rim and back.
“Is this what you wanted?” JB looked up with big innocent eyes. “Want to
feel dirty with me?”
I held her face between my hands and drove up into her mouth.
After that first touch, I let her blow me how she wanted. My toes curled.
My back bowed. I pulled the bottom sheet clear off the bed and struggled to
hold back.
She came up for a breather with a smile, holding my cock in her hand. She
stroked me, looking at the bulge of veins that stood in relief when she
squeezed tighter.
“Can’t get you all the way inside, but maybe you’ll like this.” She
flipped her hair forward and wrapped the silky strands around the base of my
cock.
She went back to sucking and kissing my tip, stroking my length with her
hair. The thought of the smell of my cock on her hair pulled a loud shout from
me.
My balls drew up, turned hard, and almost traveled inside my body, my
release was so imminent. But Jessica released me, blowing a hot soft stream of
breath along my shaft.
“Fuck,” I growled. “Please. Need to come.”
She skimmed her teeth along the helmet of my head, and gently bit down.
My head knocked back.
“My big tough man likes that?” She bit me again. “You like it a little
rough?”
The pain was just enough to heighten my senses, the soft lips afterward
mind-blowingly intense. “God, Jessica . . . what you do to me should be
illegal.”
An hour later, I slid onto my motorcycle.
Helmet in hand, I ramped the Deus Grievous Angel to life.
JB materialized next to me, huddling inside
her padded leather jacket. “Sorry about before. Rayce has issues.”
“And where’s your bodyguard now?”
“I don’t need one.” She unfolded her arms,
and her jacket gaped open at her chest. She took my helmet from my hands and
slung it onto the handlebar.
“Beg to differ.” She definitely needed
protection from me.
JB made the first move, I’d testify to that
shit in court. She leaned over me and licked her lips. Then my hands were in
her hair, burrowing deeper, and I dragged her to my mouth. She straddled me
when I lifted her onto my lap. The moist touch of her tongue parted my lips.
I groaned, opening up to her talented
lunges, following the sleek kisses into her mouth where our tongues collided. I
wanted to thrust down her throat with my cock. Rip her pants apart and fuck her
until she screamed. Take her on my motorcycle and spray my come all over her
body. The intensity of my reaction steered all coherent thought from my head.
The soul-searing kiss lit me up inside. I
wanted more.
Bad move. One of my worst. I’d regret it
later. Right now I’d savor the way JB moaned, riding my thigh, getting off on
me.
I wanted to have this for one more minute.
I
wanted her.
I couldn’t have her. I shouldn’t stain her.
My soul wasn’t even intact.
With a growl, I pushed her off me. I
steadied her with a hand on her hip as she found her footing.
“What’s your
problem?” JB frowned, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“I can’t. Not with you. Not like this.” I
wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“Damn right you can’t. I’m too good for
you.” She zipped her jacket all the way to the chin.
Nothing hotter than a woman with an
attitude who knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t take advantage.
“Exactly.” I throttled my raging black bike,
shouting over the roar of pipes, “We agree. Never gonna happen.”
Peeling out of the parking lot, I glanced
back one last time. Big mistake. JB stood under the halo of a streetlight with
one stiff middle finger raised in my direction. And I wanted her even more.
Not
gonna happen.
Only one good thing had come out of my life, and I had
nothing left to give.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html
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Hunter by Rie Warren Review
4 Smooches!
Synopsis
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From the world of Carolina Bad Boys! Hunter Sexton is too hot to handle . . .
Hunter:
My call-sign is GHOST. My roadname, too. I keep my head down, stay off the grid, fly under the radar. I’m the rough, gruff, good guy who does bad things for pay.
JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. Don’t get me wrong, she has a wicked side, too. She’s kickass in bed, when we make it that far. But she’s the ultimate wholesome good girl, and I don’t want to dirty her up.
Hey, no one said life was all fun and games, right?
JB:
Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike: carefree, in your face, and full throttle. My soft side? Well, that’s reserved for my job.
I’m not looking for love, and I certainly don’t need any relationship complications. Too bad complicated is the only way Hunter comes.
He’s a quiet, deadly storm. He prowls. He hunts me. He wants me. He’s sexy, sinful . . . secretive. Hunter will turn my life inside out no thanks to his dangerous past about to come back and bite us both in the ass.
Who’s gonna save us now?
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
Review
Hunter Sexton…he’s not what he seems. Some think he is with the MC, others the police but one thing for sure is he is a ghost. When a JB, a hot young woman, walks into the MC he is hypnotised immediately with her looks and attitude. But can he afford to have another person close to him? Especially when his past catches up to him?
“Chicks did not get to me, not anymore. I was thirty-one goddamn years old—and a hell of a lot older if you counted my kills—yet I’d never reacted to a woman like this before. Immediately. Intensely. And probably destructively.”
A new, hot, dangerous and sexy MC story which seemed different to the others out there as everything isn’t as simple as it seems. Hunter and JB were hot together and easy to like and the plot keeps you on your toes throughout.
“Getting involved with the girl could mean one of two things: A trip to prison if she was as underage as she looked and as her nickname implied. Jailbait indeed. Or a trip to heaven because she was nothing if not sex in the flesh.”
Hunter was not only sexy and dangerous, he is also sweet and caring. He’s job, his MC personality scream danger and mysterious but the way he cares for those close to him, also show you a kind, caring and tender side to him! JB or Jessica is feisty, strong, independent and a woman I easily liked which is sometimes hard in MC novels. She wasn’t weak and didn’t let anyone walk over her but she also gave everything to Hunter.
“I wanted her. I couldn’t have her. I shouldn’t stain her. My soul wasn’t even intact.”
The plot was fast, exciting, intense and hot hot hot!! There is something for every MC lover or those who love a fast paced novel. The sex scenes were hot and the suspense was just right! I was intrigued throughout and was never sure what way it was going to go. My only complaint is that something the monologue seemed a bit monotone so the emotions didn’t always come across and I would have liked the drama at the end to have been dragged out a little bit more because I was really enjoying it and wanting more!
“We didn’t fall asleep. We didn’t talk much either. Hands were too busy touching, reaffirming. Hearts were too busy filling with the rapid burst of unexpected love. Wounds of the past were mending, but there was a new one.”
~Bethany
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Jun 02
Dismantled by Yara Greathouse Blog Tour and Giveaway
Title: Dismantled
Series: Girls On Top Series
Author: Yara Greathouse
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 18, 2015
Cover Designa: Rebecca Berto of Berto Designs
Photography: Erin Dawn Photography
What happens when a stranger takes everything from you in the blink of an eye? When your life goes from perfection to hell and you aren’t sure if you want to climb out of the hole you’re in or dig down deeper?
Events from Traxx Maxwell’s past prevent him from getting into serious relationships and he likes it that way. One unexpected day, hell breaks loose. “The Incident” happens. Traxx is forced to watch something that no one should ever see. He starts to fall into a person that no one recognizes. There is darkness moving within him – he is broken inside.
While she’s waiting for Traxx to quit his slutty ways and really notice her, Ciara Collins is dating other guys and having fun. One unexpected day “The Incident” takes over Traxx’s life. While he tries to push everyone away, Ciara refuses to retreat. Can she help him put his fractured life back together or will he have to remain this shattered shell, completely dismantled?
And just when life seems somewhat bearable, the creepers who have been quietly observing and enjoying Traxx’s suffering, have decided to take everything away from him – once and for all.
This is a story about how the unexpected can make someone’s life fall into pieces, and how unconditional love and friendship can help those who are dismantled become whole again.
I’m still waiting for him to say something…
anything. So many emotions cross his face in a matter of seconds. Happy.
Confused. Sadness. I don’t know what to say. Perhaps I need to say nothing at
all. In the stillness, our eyes do all the silent talking. Our chests move with
heavy breathing and desire pours out through our pores. It’s unmistakable. The
question is what are we going to do about it? The seconds feel like hours while
we weigh each other’s options.
Finally, Traxx man-ups the situation, and he slowly
takes a couple of steps until he invades all my senses. So close that I can
feel his body heat, and the clean scent of his cologne becomes a part of the
air I breathe. I look at him, my high heeled shoes giving me a closer look to
his masculine face. His jaw is tense. His eyes intense. It’s a lot more than I
can take. He’s everywhere and nowhere all at once. I want to grab a hold of
him, and I want to turn around and walk away. Too many feelings…too much. I
want it all. With shaky fingers I place a hand on his chest. I’m unsure if I
should push or pull, so I leave it still instead. He is rock solid and soft at
the same time, if that’s even possible. His heat burns my hand, but I won’t
move it. It’s the best burn I’ve ever had.
The heat moves through that hand and comes into me
– inside of me, moving throughout my body and filling in my empty heart. One of
his hands comes up to cover the one I have on his chest, and as I turn my head
to look at the Traxx sandwich my hand’s caught in between, his other hand lifts
up, and grabs my hair, moving it behind my shoulder. His hand caresses my
shoulder, then my collarbone, never leaving my skin, until it finally wraps
around the side of my neck and with his thumb, he gently rubs the outline of my
jaw. Back and forth. And again – back and forth. It’s a beautiful feeling. It’s
excruciating. I catch myself looking into his eyes and then my eyes move so I
can stare at his lips.
“Ciara, you are breathtakingly beautiful.”
I realize I can’t talk and then something similar
to a whimper escapes my lips. I recover quickly by clearing my throat and
whispering, “Thank you.” The time lingers on. I wish I could pull him inside my
place and into my room. Keep him there, allowing myself to be selfish. There
are so many things I want to do to this man that even eternity wouldn’t be
enough time. I also need to try and decipher these feelings I have for him. To
show him someone cares and that he is worth it. His eyes say so much and
nothing at all.
Raising my chin with his fingers, Traxx whispers,
“It’s time to go.”
“Is it really… time?”
“Yes, it is. We may have to finish… this… another
day. Don’t you think?”
“Agreed. We really have to work on…this.”
He kisses the top of my hand and steps away from
me, back into the receiving hall, waiting for me to lock the door. I turn
around and he smiles and extends his hand towards me. I hold on to it and
follow him to the truck. The thought occurs to me that I would follow this man
anywhere he needed me.
Yara Greathouse likes to write contemporary romance dashed with elements of suspense. She grew up in Dominican Republic, moved to the Unites States at the age of 17 and served in the US Army. Always an animated storyteller, she finally gave into her friends’ requests for her to write. Her first series, “Girls On Top” is about strong female lead characters and the sexy alpha males who love them.
She currently resides in Texas, but calls Georgia her “home” state. She lives with her husband, has two boys, a dog (Hank) and a cat (Mollie) who acts like a spoiled child. Her days are dedicated to a job she loves as a Business Analyst, and during her free time she writes, takes care of her family, and indulges on her love of reading, cooking and travel. She loves to hear from readers, bloggers and other authors. You can find her at:
Email: YaraWrites@hotmail.com
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