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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: BODYGUARD by CD Reiss

Bodyguard, the highly anticipated new standalone from New York Times bestselling author CD Reiss is available NOW!

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Bodyguard by CD Reiss

Release Date: November 14th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Protecting a celebrity in Hollywood isn’t easy, but protecting Emily could break his heart.

As a world-class dancer at the height of her career, Emily enjoys all the perks of fame—the parties, the glamour, the tours—but they’ve also attracted the attention of a dangerous ex-boyfriend hell-bent on getting her back.

Enter Carter Kincaid, a bodyguard so crushingly sexy he takes her breath away.

Carter’s the best in the business, and Emily is—professionally speaking—off-limits. But when it comes to stirring his desires, she’s making all the right moves. What’s happening between them is so hot it could get both of them burned. As Emily’s past gets closer, Carter is willing to break every rule of the job to save her. But letting Emily into his life also means letting her in on the secrets of his own past. For these two, falling in love could be the greatest risk of all.

Excerpt:

“Are we going to have another ‘about last night’ conversation?” I asked.

“If you want to.”

What did I want to say? Everything. but mostly, I wanted to tell him how much I liked kissing him and how conflicted I was. I wanted to demand answers immediately and give him space at the same time.

All the words tried to jump forward, but when he stopped at a light, our eyes met in the rearview. The words landed in a tangle, unsaid.

He tapped the steering wheel when he turned it, using both hands for the first time since I’d gotten in.

“Hey,” I said.

“Yeah?” He briefly looked at me in the mirror.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Burn.” he brushed his left hand over the bandage at the top of his palm, right where you’d burn it if you were picking up a hot pot handle. He caught my eye in the rearview again.

I didn’t know if I believed him.

“What were you cooking?”

“Breakfast.”

“And you still went to get a Danish?”

He rubbed his upper lip with his left hand and tapped the wheel with the bandaged one.

“I burned my eggs.”

Right. Hot pot. Burned hand. Smoke-filled kitchen.

“You know what’s funny?” I said.

The Three Stooges.”

“I don’t know anything about you. You could live in your mother’s basement.”

“That’s just where I bury the bodies.”

Blatant avoidance. It had been cute before; now it was getting on my nerves.

“Are you married?”

“No!”

He could have been lying, buy lying liars always lied. There wasn’t a thing I could do about that except make sure I asked.

Something was wrong. We’d kissed twice, and twice he’d shut down. I should have been the one shutting down. I was the one with all the ex-boyfriend baggage. Why was I the one who was always so willing?

But there he was in the front seat, driving with both hands on the wheel, glancing at me once in a while to make sure I wasn’t choking on my tongue in the back seat. Discomfort radiated out of him.

Here I was with my hands in my lap thinking about ways to kiss him again.

He pulled into the little lot and wedged into a space. He turned off the car, popped his seat belt, and stared at the wheel for a split second too long. I was about to open the car door myself when he turned all the way around, arm over the back of his seat, bandaged hand on the back of the passenger side.

“Kissing you…” He stopped and looked at my lips so intensely I folded them back and bit them. “You’re dangerous. I can’t even see your lips, but I can taste them. I couldn’t brush the taste of you out of my mouth this morning. Right now. The honey. I can taste it but not enough. I want to kiss you again, and I can’t. I lose my shit around you. I can’t do it. My job is control. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

My jaw loosened, and I let my lips go.

“No, I don’t. I’ve met bodyguards before. You’re a stoic bunch, but you’re not all celibate. And if you think this is easy for me, you’re wrong. I’m afraid too. I’m afraid you’re going to get hurt because of me. last night…” I put my fingertips to my lips as if that would keep the choking sob from coming. I kept it back. “Last night he showed me he’s back, and if he’ll hurt me, he’ll hurt you.”

If I thought seats would be a barrier between us, I was wrong. He launched himself between them and placed his lips on mine. Our third kiss was unexpected, uncomfortable with him stretched between front and back. I wove my fingers in his hair, giving him my mouth, and taking his.

I wanted that kiss to tell him it was all right. He could lose control. He could be more than a protector. He was as safe with me as I was with him. But I couldn’t without lying to both of us.

He yanked his lips away.

“Trust me.” He leaned his forehead against mine.

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5 STARS

I SOOO wish I could get inside CD Reiss’s head. Her mind would be such a fascinating place to hang out.  She once again brings us a titillating tale filled with her signature mix of sweet, sexy and suspenseful. Emily and Carter will steal your heart!

I would literally sneak read this book at work on my phone, because I didn’t want to put it down. How Christine continues to bring us these amazing characters is what makes her one of my absolute favorite authors. 

Emily is sweet, selfless, an has sacrificed a lot in her life. Carter embodies everything you would imagine in a bodyguard, plus an extra helping of hotness. These two are yin and yang, and work so perfectly together. 

I love the push and pull between Emily and Carter. The more he pulls away, the more she pushes her way in. And while both think / know that being together is not a good idea, they can’t fight primal urges that consume them when they are around each other. While there are outside influences that try to keep them apart, their story is a case of good always triumphs over evil. 

This is the second book in Christine’s Hollywood A-List series, but it absolutely can be read as a standalone. If you like a book that is a complete package, one that will sweep you up, suck you in and keep you turning the page, pick up Bodyguard. If you’ve never read a book by CD Reiss, start with this one. You won’t be sorry. 

 

 

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About the Author

CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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BOOK BLITZ & REVIEW: RIPPLES BY ALEATHA ROMIG

 

You don’t have to read the Consequences series to enjoy this stand-alone novel, but if you know Tony Rawlings, you know that disappointing him isn’t an option. Imagine being his youngest daughter…imagine telling him the unimaginable…

“Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it.”

Sometimes ideas find you, and dreams begin as nightmares. Sometimes the truth that has been kept hidden is the key to opening a door you never knew existed.

“You might not know me. I’m the baby of the Rawlings family, the princess, the daughter who came along later. I’m not like my older siblings, successful at everything they touch. My mother and father have provided me with every luxury as well as their unyielding love and support, but I’m not spoiled. I’m also not content. By example, my parents have shown me how love should be. I don’t know their past, and that doesn’t matter. I know what I’ve seen—two people devoted to one another.

I don’t believe that I’ll ever find that kind of love, the kind that forgives and accepts all. And as my life falls to pieces and I travel to visit my family to face their disappointment, I’m not even looking for it.

I’m looking for an escape…from my life as a Rawlings…from the pressure to achieve and not let others down. I dream of the time I can live for my own desires without the expectations that come with my name.

I don’t find what I’m seeking…it finds me. Or should I say…he finds me.

This time is different. I have a family who will search for me and find the answers. Little do we know—any of us—that my father set my journey into motion long before I was born.”

“Just as ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water, the actions of individuals can have far-reaching effects.” ~Dalai Lama

Ripples (Unabridged Version) is Natalie’s story, the youngest of Tony and Claire’s children—their baby. This story first appeared in shorter form in Glamour: Contemporary Fairytale Retellings. Due to the length restriction of each novella in that anthology, many scenes in Ripples were shortened or omitted for that anthology. This unabridged edition is the entire story—double in length and—a full-length novel.

Please enjoy this Consequences novel along with special appearances from your favorite Consequences characters.

 

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5 STARS

I love Aleatha and her writing. Her Consequences Series is one of my hands down favorites. So, when I read the spin-off novella in the Glamour anthology, I was super happy to get a small taste of Tony and Claire and their family again. Then Aleatha announced that she was releasing a full length novel, and I was over the moon. 

Ripples is about the Rawlings youngest daughter Natalie. She’s daddy’s princess, spoiled, but not a brat. She hates letting people down, especially her parents, but following in her older siblings footsteps is not what she wants to do. 

Dexter has been waiting for Natalie his whole life. From an early age, he’s known that she was meant to be his; he just needs to convince her that they belong together. 

Their relationship starts off much the same way as Tony and Claire’s (which, if you haven’t read about, I’m not telling you). It’s unorthodox and unconventional, and if you’ve never read an Aleatha book before, you might get turned off by it. But I promise you, this book, Natalie and Dexter’s story, is worth every word. 

Their’s is a journey of discovery, both of self and of each other. It’s full of Aleatha’s trademark hotness factor, plus a healthy dash of darkness and angst, and some very endearing moments.  And I feel like the way she ended it could very well leave it open for us to get more of Natalie and Dexter in the future.  Here’s hoping!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

aleatharomig1Aleatha Romig is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana, USA. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams!

Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha’s twisted style with an increase in heat.

In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world of dark romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016.

2017 brings Aleatha’s first “Leatha, the lighter side of Aleatha” with PLUS ONE, a fun, sexy romantic comedy.

Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network” member of the Romance Writers of America and PEN America. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: THE VAULT Volume One

The Vault:  (Volume One) is NOW LIVE!!!

Grab this Sinfully Sexy Collection TODAY!

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What happens when you lock 22 authors in a vault and don’t let them come out until they’ve finished their books?

You get one sinfully sexy collection.

Sweet.

Devilish.

Dangerous.

Romantic.

Raw.

Funny.

Dark.

Powerful.

Unforgettable.

See what awaits you inside The Vault.

 

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4.5 STARS

Here’s what  I love about anthologies. 

Its a fabulous way to be introduced to new authors; either ones you’ve never heard of, or ones that you’ve heard of but haven’t read yet. This is the case for me with The Vault. A few authors I know, read and love a few I’ve heard of but never read. 

All of these stories are different. Different themes, different writing styles, and that is what makes this collection so fabulous. The only reason I’m not giving it five stars is because one or two of the stories end in a cliffhanger which I equally love and hate. In this case, with so many fabulous stories, I’ll be lucky if I remember to follow up with the author and get the rest of the story. 

A fun, sexy collection of books with some SERIOUS swoon-worthy hotties. Absolutely worth the read!

 

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AUTHORS & TITLES

A.D. Justice: Warning

A.M. Hargrove: For The Love of My Sexy Geek

Aleatha Romig: Unconventional

C.A. Harms: Raw

Gina Whitney: Stilettos and Broken Bottles

Hilary Storm: Ridin’ Dirty

Katherine Rhodes: Innuendo

Kate Benson: Redemption

Kathy Coopmans: Parole

Katie Ashley: The Plan

Liv Morris: Sweet Seconds

M.C. Cerny: Declan’s Demand

M. Stratton: In His Arms

Michelle Dare: Uncuffed

MJ Fields: Terzetto

Nina Levine: Risk 

S. Moose Author: Adjusting the Deal

S.D. Hildreth: Mister Prick

T.K. Leigh: Inferno

Terri E. Laine: Honey

Tia Louise: Sundown

Toni Aleo: Not The One

 

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: GUN SHY BY LILI ST. GERMAIN

 

 

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A stand alone psychological thriller.
** NOT A ROMANCE **

 



HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?

In the middle of a fierce snowstorm in Gun Creek, Nevada, seventeen-year-old Jennifer Thomas disappears without a trace.

The second girl in nine years.

Identical cases. Identical conditions. Only last time, the girl was found. Dead, stuffed in a well beside the creek that feeds the town’s water supply.

The killer was never found.

As the small town mobilizes and searches for newly vanished Jennifer Thomas, one suspect comes to the fore. But did he do it? Or is there something else at play? Something nobody could have anticipated?

For Jennifer’s friend Cassie Carlino, the worst is yet to come. As she pins MISSING posters to store windows and joins the search, she begins to suspect that Jennifer’s disappearance might be much closer to her than she could have ever imagined.


 

Leo

I visit Jennifer every evening at the diner; she seems to like the attention, and I could use the distraction. I make sure to turn up just before her shift ends, and she gives me a ride home every night. The first night she came over we ended up talking for hours. My mouth hurt by the end, every sense on high alert. I was a gentleman. I didn’t lay a hand on her again, not after she started to talk. She’s in trouble. A lot of trouble. I think it eased her mind to be able to confess to somebody who pretty much wrote the book on trouble in this town.
I mean, there’s not a thing I can do to help the girl. Not unless she tells me who got her into this mess in the first place. “That’s the problem with men,” she said to me when I urged her to give me the name of the guy blackmailing her. “They always jump straight to problem-solving. Men always want to fix everybody.”
“You don’t want to be fixed?” I’d asked her.
“I can fix myself,” she’d replied. “I just need somebody to understand.”
I don’t understand. Her predicament is something I’ve never experienced. But I can listen. I listen to her talk as she drives me home in her shiny new car every night, and it makes me feel less of a fuck-up. I mean, she hasn’t killed anyone. But she’s planning to. And that’s why we’ve found each other. I am a killer and she is ready to spill blood. She is a welcome distraction from my sins, and I am a makeshift altar for her to lay her own sins upon. Because when I’m with Jennifer, I don’t think about Cassie Carlino. I don’t think of Karen Brainard. And, most especially, I don’t think of Teresa King and the way she burned beside me in that car.
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The night Jennifer Thomas disappears is like all the rest. I go to the diner. Order nachos and a Coke. I’m surprised Jennifer is working. It’s Thanksgiving, and the place is deserted. Even Amanda is nowhere to be seen.
“Working on Thanksgiving?” I ask Jennifer, as she slides my food in front of me. She shrugs, that glitter lipgloss catching the light as she moves. “It’s just another day, isn’t it?”
I nod.
“Besides,” she says, “It pisses my dad off. I asked for this shift.”
At ten, I help her to turn out all the lights. I wait beside her as she locks the front doors of the diner, feeling vaguely worried about the fact that somebody left a sixteen year old cheerleader alone to lock up this late at night. I note the lack of video surveillance, the remote location, the fact that everyone is tucked safely inside their houses while Jennifer is alone with a convicted criminal in the dead of night.
Jennifer offers me a ride home, which I accept. Except, instead of driving me straight home like she has done for the past six nights in a row, Jennifer pulls her Range Rover off the road into an uncleared section of pine trees that tower over us. The track is narrow and winding and she doesn’t answer me when I ask her where she’s taking us.
She stops in a small clearing and cuts the lights. The engine is still running. Bits of snow fall outside, slow and bloated in their trajectory toward the ground. Jennifer’s hands are small as they grip the steering wheel; her eyes lit up by the red illumination of the dashboard, making her look almost demonic.
“What are we doing here?” I ask her again.
“I don’t want to go home,” she says staring straight ahead.
“Fair enough,” I reply. I watch her as she struggles to find words. She squirms in her heated leather seat, her nails shiny and perfect, her shoulders sagging under the weight of something I cannot see.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks me in a tiny voice, and she sounds so mouse-like and weak that I almost laugh.
“Do I think you’re pretty?” I echo, feeling a smirk cut its way across my face. “Jennifer, you’re so pretty I could die just from looking at you.”
She rolls her eyes. “You think I’m stupid. You’re just here because you feel sorry for me, Leo.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think you’re stupid. And I’m not here because I feel sorry for you.”
She swallows thickly; I can see the pulse beat nervously in her throat. “Then why are you here?”
“Well, I guess I’m here right now because you just drove us off the road and into the woods.”
“You know what I mean.”
Do, I, though? I sigh. “Because you’re the only person in this town worth talking to who will even look at me.”
She bites her lip and I have the sudden, piercing urge inside my skull to wrap my hands around her throat and drag her onto my lap. That’s some messed up shit. She’s sixteen. Six. TEEN. I’m repeating the number in my head over and over, willing my dick to settle down. I can feel the throb of wanting her in my cock, in the thunderous rush of blood that makes my heart hit my ribcage like the firing of a gun, bang, bang, bang. My need eclipses my rationality. So what if she’s sixteen? She drove into this fucking clearing and licked her lips and asked me if I thought she was pretty.
“Why have you been back to the diner every single night, just as I’m about to get off shift?”
“Umm,” I try. “It’s the only decent place in town?”
She narrows her eyes at me and there’s a fire inside her pupils; it might be below freezing outside, but it’s a billion degrees in here. We’re already fogging up the windows with our breath, and I haven’t even laid a finger on her.
“Liar,” she says. “I want the real reason.”
You’re about to get the real reason, sweetheart. I grip the armrest. I grip it so hard my fingernails ache.
“I’m here because I’m a bad guy, Jennifer.”
“And?”
“Because you’re so pretty I can’t think about anybody else. Because I want to do things to you… that would probably frighten you. Things that might hurt you.”
Her cheeks are flush; her breathing quickens. I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already excited. Or scared. Or both. I want to reach between her thighs and see if it’s lust I’m reading on her face.
“What kinds of things?” she asks.
I cover my face with my hands.  
“What kinds of things?” she repeats, a hand on my shoulder. I let my hands fall into my lap and fix my stare on this girl who should be home with her family, not out here in the dark in the woods and snow with a criminal. I watch in awe as she slides her seat back and reaches her hands up underneath her skirt, tugging a pair of panties down her legs and unhooking them from her heels. She can’t look at me as she hands me a pair of baby blue silk panties with a bow on the front. I grip the underwear in my fist so tight I could tear it to shreds with a single pull, but I don’t rip it. I find the damp spot of arousal in the center of the material and bring it up to my face. I close my eyes. I breathe Jennifer in.
I shouldn’t be here. Not with her. Not like this. I will get out of the car, I decide. I will walk home. I will not touch this girl.
But then, “I promise I won’t tell anyone,” she whispers.
Fuck.
I grab her. I drown her shock out with my mouth. I squeeze her slender neck with my prison-rough palms. I keep my promise and I hurt Jennifer Thomas until I’m sated.
It’s only after when I’m looking at the blank expression on her face, the odd tilt of her neck, the bruises blossoming on her spread thighs, that I understand what I have done.
By then, it’s too late.
The night Jennifer Thomas disappears is like all the rest.
Apart from the way it ends.

 

 

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4.5 STARS

This is the first book by Lili that I’ve read, and I’m kicking myself because of it. I love the darker reads, and she definitely delivered. 
 Living in a small town is hard enough. Living the life that Cassie does is bound to make a person crazy. 
This book is told in dual POV; Cassie and the love of her life Leo. It’s a beautifully twisted love story. A story that shows the lengths that people will go to to be with the one that they love. And that’s where the major twist comes in . This is the kind of book that I can’t tell you about, you need to read for yourself, especially if you love a good mind bender. 
There are multiple small twists, that lead to the jaw dropping conclusion. You will alternate between feeling sorry for these characters, being turned on, nursing a kernel of hope, and maybe even a little repulsed.  But in the end, you will be completely satisfied. 
I’m definitely going to be reading more of Lili’s books. I really enjoyed the way this story flowed. There was no unnecessary filler, There are some scenes that can definitely cause trigger issues, so if you have any, I urge you to read with caution. 
Lili writes dark, delicious romance full of love, lust and revenge. Her USA Today Bestselling Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the young woman who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is a trilogy that explores the beginnings of the club, published through HarperCollins.

Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, excellent coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Instagram.

She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.

 

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BLOG TOUR: IN PIECES BY DANIELLE PEARL

 

In Pieces, an all-new brother’sbest-friend
standalone from Danielle Pearl is availanow NOW!

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In Pieces by Danielle
Pearl

Genre: New Adult
Romance

Publishing Date: October 10th,
2017

Three years ago she was left in
pieces . . . Most college freshmen love the newfound freedom of living on campus, but none of
them craves it like Beth Caplan. One ill-fated night when she was fifteen left her locked in a
posh prison of private tutors. It’s for the best, everyone said, and maybe it was. But after years
of hard work and healing, the one person who never thought of her as broken could be the one
to break her all over again. And Beth can’t seem to stay away now any more than she could all
those years ago.

As soon as David March learned
his best friend’s little sister was enrolling at his school, he promised to look after her, and
promised himself he’d keep a safe distance. But the sweet little girl he’d grown up with has
transformed into a gorgeous young woman, and she’s attracting attention from people she
shouldn’t-like the ex who nearly destroyed her and a strange new student with a disturbing
habit of showing up wherever Beth goes. But for David, the most troubling discovery is realizing
that he doesn’t just want Beth to be safe. He wants her to be his.

Excerpt:

David
Present Day

Beth slams the door of the Uber and runs barefoot
into the building, her heels dangling from her hand by their straps. I give her a thirty-second
head start, clenching my jaw shut to resist calling after her with something I might regret,
knowing my temper and the still-potent buzz of alcohol have the potential to create the perfect
storm right now.

Beth bypasses the small elevator bank and veers left
toward the stairwell, heaving the door open and making sure to slam it loudly behind
her.

I shake my head in disapproval, wanting to berate her
for even that—taking the stairs alone at night when she knows the elevators are safer. Even if
the small part of my brain that’s still somewhat rational admits that my building is relatively
safe in general. But it’s her mentality that’s making me crazy. With everything going on right
now, and everything she knows about this fucked- up world, why would she take risks with her
safety at all?

I shove my hand through my hair and slam my foot
into the doorjamb. I just can’t fucking believe her right now! And she has the balls to stomp
away from me as if I’m the fucking bad guy?

I haven’t had much occasion for indignation in my life,
but right now it’s making me grind my teeth into fucking dust. Because the reality is Beth could
get hurt again. She could get hurt worse.

My brain gets caught on that last thought, and I can’t
get past it no matter how hard I try. It rages through me until my blood boils over, the buzz of
alcohol feeding the flames like gasoline as they fire me back into motion. I crush what’s left of
my cigarette under my shoe, and march up the rest of the steps and down our hallway. I’m
already reaching for the door with my keys when I realize it’s fucking ajar, and the sight of it
incenses me even more.

Could she possibly be any more cavalier with her
goddamned safety?

It’s after one in the motherfucking morning! Who the
hell leaves their front door open in the middle of the night like an invitation for trouble?
Especially someone who, on top of everything else, just spent the entire fucking night drinking.
She once told me she thought I was trouble. She has no fucking idea what trouble even
is.

I barge through the door, all out of patience and ready
to tell her off, but the apartment is dark, the only light glowing from the crack beneath the
bedroom door. Beth’s presence would be impossible to miss, though, what with the sound of
her tramping around the room, violently yanking and slamming drawers like she wants the
whole damned building to feel her wrath.

Well, at least that’s one feeling that is definitely
fucking mutual.

I throw the bedroom door open with more force than I
intend, and Beth jumps at the reverberating bang as it smacks against the opposite wall. But
she catches herself without even glancing my way, continuing about her business like I don’t
even fucking exist.

My outrage dissipates as I take her in. Her long blonde
hair is haphazardly piled on top of her head, and she’s already changed into a T-shirt and yoga
pants. My eyes get stuck on her ass for several seconds before I even process the fact that she’s
shoving her shit into her duffle bag.

She yanks open another drawer—the one I’d cleared
for her bras and underwear—and panic rolls through me. It doesn’t mix well with the
indignation. Or the booze.

Somehow I manage to force enough patience to keep
from unloading my every grievance on her at once, and I just stand here glowering, biting back
every word I couldn’t wait to get out just moments ago—those words now lodged
uncomfortably in my throat, held hostage by that fucking duffel. And suddenly I resent that,
too. The fact that Beth has the nerve to vilify me for looking out for her. For taking her out to do
something she fucking loves. But more than anything, I resent that I fucking care. That the sight
of her packing her things affects me. Not just my feelings—my motherfucking feelings—but my
actions, too.

It gives her a kind of control—power. It’s not a
dynamic I’m used to with women, and it’s left me a little lost and a lot confused. And even
more pissed the fuck off. It’s enough to demolish even my pretense of patience, my composure
shattering in one fell swoop, and I spring into action, thrusting myself in front of her in
challenge.

“’The fuck are you doing?” I demand.
Beth’s jaw locks, but she just sidesteps around
me.

“Beth,” I warn.
She snatches handfuls of panties from her drawer—
my drawer—with enough hostility that I worry for the integrity of the delicate lace, and my
inebriated mind actually pities them until I remember it’s me she’s fucking pissed at. The
appearance of her underwear doesn’t help my focus, either. But watching her shove them
purposefully into her bag snaps me back to reality. Or it snaps me the fuck out of my Bethpanty-coma,
at least.

“What the fucking hell are you doing?” I repeat as
calmly as I can manage—which, it turns out, isn’t calm at all. But where the hell does she think
she’s going in the middle of the goddamned night?

“Taking my stuff and going back to my dorm,” Beth
deadpans, and it takes me a second to realize she’s not actually kidding.

I shake my head and grab her upper arms. “The fuck
you are!”

Beth wrenches from my grip, and I have to release her
or risk hurting her, which is not a fucking option. “The fuck I am, is right!” she shouts, skirting
back around me to stuff more clothes into her bag.

And, finally, I lose it.
I grab the offending fucking duffle and flop it upsidedown,
shaking it violently until all of her shit falls onto my bed in an unceremonious pile of all
things Beth.

“What the hell are you doing!” she hisses, climbing
onto the bed to regather her clothes.

I don’t even think. I take hold of her calves and jerk
her knees straight, and she squeals with surprise, falling facedown onto the bed, right atop the
heap of clothing. But I don’t back off. I grab her hips and flip her onto her back in one not-sosmooth
movement, bending over her and planting my palms on either side of her face in a
makeshift cage. Beth’s lips part in a small o of shock, but she can’t escape my gaze, trapped
beneath me like she is.

But that goes both ways, and I force myself to close
my eyes, and inhale a choppy rush of air before meeting hers.

Something changes when I reopen my eyes. Beth’s
temper seems to have dissipated, her dark blonde brows pulled together in helpless
bemusement. Her eyes are deep blue oceans, and they draw me in like an undertow, luring me
into their shallows before drowning me in their depths.

But, somehow, they calm me, and the anger is drained
right out of me as something tugs inside my chest. For a moment I forget how we even got
here. All I register are her sharp, shallow breaths as they whisper against my lips in soft
gusts.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I know this is
dangerous—her lying beneath me like this. It calls to that reckless part of me. The same part
that risked dancing with her tonight…that wants to just say fuck it, again and again and again.
The part that can’t remember the reasons to stay away.

Beth’s tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip, and my
dick jumps in my jeans, still swollen and aching, which it has been all night on some level or
another. I suck in an uneven breath, the air hissing between my teeth, and I know I need to
either get off of her or inside her in the next sixty seconds

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: KING OF CODE BY CD REISS

 

King of Code, an all-new intriguing and sexy standalone from CD Reiss is available NOW!

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King of Code by CD Reiss
Publication Date: September 18th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

From New York Times Bestselling author, CD Reiss, comes a sexy tale of secrets, intrigue, betrayal, and a love worth crossing a continent for.

Taylor Harden is a man on the edge.

The edge of fame. The edge of untold wealth.

The edge of utter humiliation.

He built an unhackable system, and in front of everyone, it’s hacked.

His reputation goes from king to goat in a split second. Boom. Like that.

Some dude in Barrington, USA (AKA Nowhere) has locked down Taylor’s code, and if he doesn’t get it back, he’s going to be wearing a monkey suit for the rest of his life.

Except, this guy? This hacker from Nowhere? He’s not a guy.

Harper Watson’s all woman. And she has a plan for Taylor, his code, and his body.

Excerpt:

“About time!” the older lady shouted.

“Is Harper back?” I asked, handing the bags to the blushing redhead.

As if summoned, Harper came through the swinging door, keeping it open so everyone could get past. She looked at me through the screen.

“You coming in?” she asked.

“We need to talk.”

“Did the decryption key work?”

The door slapped closed behind her as she came out, and we were alone. The way the setting sun hit her cheeks made her glow, and the strands of gold hair at the edges looked translucent. She belonged on a postcard.

I kept forgetting she was holding me hostage. I kept forgetting I needed to think strategically. I had more at stake with this girl than I’d ever had with another.

“Did you doubt it would work?”

“Not really. I’m just making conversation.”

“What are the thorns about?” I pointed at the thorn bed that had eaten my phone and went down the stairs to the yard.

She came after me. “Don’t you have these where you’re from?” She snapped a dry twig off the end.

“Roses? Yes. Impenetrable, groomed thorn bushes in our yards? No.”

“It’s not normal to give the gardeners in town something to do?” We walked around the perimeter.

“You are not normal.”

“It still blooms in spring. It’s really nice. You should see it.”

We were at the back end of the yard, where the very top of the factory’s roof cut the horizon.

I took her hand, pulling her to a stop. “Harper.”

“Taylor?” Her hair flew in her mouth when she turned, and she drew her finger across her cheek to get it out.

What was I supposed to tell her again? That I knew we’d interviewed her. That I didn’t give her the job despite her having a leg up on everyone else we saw.

But was I contrite? Accusatory? Was I just going to relay information? What did I want out of her after I told her I knew?

“Thank you for helping today,” she said. “If you’d asked me when we met, ‘Would Taylor Harden help clean the factory?’ I would have said, ‘No, not for any reason.’ But there you were. Pushing a broom. Scooping up shit. Not being an asshole.”

“My watch was at stake.”

“Yeah. Whatever. You can say what you want to keep your reputation as a shithead intact.”

“I have a reputation as a shithead?”

“You know you do.”

I did know it, and I reveled in it.

She faced me and put her other hand out. I took it, holding both hands between us. I couldn’t help it.

“Well, you guys are such a bunch of sad sacks I had to help. And let me tell you, every guy in Barrington has a little asshole in him. Trust me. I’ve played pool with them.”

“I want to say…” She stopped herself as if she really didn’t want to say. “Let’s get together tonight and get you another decryption code. But… saying this is stupid.” She bit her lip.

“Say it anyway.”

“The sooner you get four codes, the sooner you leave.”

I looked at our hands so I wouldn’t have to look at her.

“I’m not sure if I want that,” she said.

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5 STARS

There is a reason CD Reiss is one of my very favorite authors. This book was just affirmation of why I have a literary crush on her. 

King of Code is so completely different than any of her other books, and I LOVE that. It just proves how amazing her brain is. 

I’ve never read a story with this kind of plot, and that was the very first thing that made me want to read it (besides the fact that I want to read anything she writes). This story is told completely from Taylor’s perspective, where her others are dual POV, and I have to say, I really enjoyed it. The fact that some of the computer lingo was way over my head did not take away from my understanding or enjoyment of this book at all. 

Taylor and Harper are brilliantly written and with as smart as they are, she managed to keep them human. I love their attraction, and what they bring each others lives.  Then you have the secondary characters, and I am so excited to get their books! 

This book is definitely outside of Christine’s norm, and I’m SO looking forward to getting more in this series. 

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CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: TATE by Ella Frank

“The Temptation Series by Ella Frank was proof that if we open our minds and our hearts to love without boundaries, the result is nothing less than extraordinary.”

— Audrey Carlan, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author

Tate, the sexy new installment in The Temptation Series by Ella Frank is available NOW!!!

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Tate (Temptation #5) by Ella Frank

Publishing Date: September 12th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary MM Romance

William Tate Morrison – The man who came into my life and turned my entire world—and me—on its ass.

Logan Mitchell has always been a man with a plan.

One for work. One for his relationship. And one for his life. Which is exactly the way he liked it—until recently.

Now with words like marriage and weddings floating around his head, Logan’s plans have suddenly changed course, and where they want him to go has him feeling somewhat distracted.

Tate Morrison knows Logan better than anybody else—or so he thinks. So when his lawyer is finding it hard to sleep at night, he chalks it up to the craziness that has recently descended on their lives.

Never in a million years would he guess what’s really on Logan’s mind.

Tate is the fifth book in the Temptation Series, and the next chapter in the lives of the two men we have all come to know and love.

Excerpt:

When Logan came to a stop in the doorway, he spotted Tate seated cross-legged on the floor in amongst piles of books, DVDs, and paperwork in various files and binders. There was stuff everywhere, and when Tate looked over his shoulder at Logan, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the picture he made.

Tate was wearing grey sweats and a faded green t-shirt with some band he’d seen years ago printed on it. But that wasn’t what had Logan crossing to him, wanting a kiss. No, that’d be all those damn curls. They were sticking out all over the place and framing his face as Tate aimed that charming grin of his up at Logan.

Logan bent down and pressed a kiss to those curved lips, and Tate hummed and gladly returned it. “Looks like you’ve made some progress,” Logan said.

Tate looked around and nodded. “Yeah, a bit. God, that smells amazing.”

“Here.” Logan handed him the box. “No point in moving. I’ll grab some paper towels and drinks. What do you want?”

Tate put the pizza box down in front of him. “A water.”

Logan shook his head and then headed out to the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll never understand how you drink water with your pizza. That’s just wrong.”

“I’ve always had water with it. Habit, I guess. Oh, hey? Are you still okay with going to Jill’s this weekend?”

Logan grabbed the paper towels, a Coke and water from the fridge, and then walked back into the study, tossing the bottled water. “Yeah, of course. I assume you decided it would be a good idea?”

“I don’t know that I’d go that far. But I want to see my nephews, and I’d really like you to meet them and my friends.”

Logan tried to keep his face neutral as Tate’s words went straight to his heart. But damn, not only was he proud of Tate, he felt incredibly loved by him in that moment. “Then we should go.”

Tate flipped open the pizza box and scooted over to make room for him, and as Logan took up the vacated spot, he let his eyes wander around the disaster zone and cleared his throat. “This room is a mess.”

Tate tore off a paper towel and then picked up a slice of the deep-dish pepperoni they’d decided on. “I’m thinking it’ll probably take us the longest. Who knew we had so much junk in here?”

Logan reached for a DVD set sitting on the top of the pile and screwed his nose up. “He-Man and the Masters of the Universe? Really? I think we need a trash pile. Have you started one of those?”

“Hey,” Tate said around a bite of his pizza. “Don’t even think about it. I grew up watching that.”

“The important part of that sentence is you grew up.” Logan flipped the DVD over in his hand, read the back of the box, and then raised a questioning eyebrow. “This might actually explain a few things about you.”

“Really?” Tate rolled his eyes. “Then it must also explain a few things about the majority of young boys in the eighties. That was a popular show. You aren’t throwing it out; it’s nostalgic. Plus, you never know, if you sat down and watched an episode with me, you just might like it.”

“Highly doubtful.” Logan put the box down and reached for a slice of pizza.

“Okay. Okay. I know you were more into books than TV,” Tate said, as his eyes went to the mountains of literature stacked in piles against the far wall. “What was something you read as a boy? Is it in one of those piles?”

Logan swallowed his mouthful of food and looked over at the books while Tate kept on talking.

“I mean, there are some pretty old-looking ones mixed in there with the autobiographies, textbooks, and National Geographics.”

Logan looked back to Tate and narrowed his eyes. “Pretty old ones? What am I, sixty?”

Tate unscrewed his water and took a long gulp, draining half of it, then put the lid back on and set it down. “Nope. About to turn thirty-eight, last time I checked.”

“How about you stop checking?”

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5 STARS

Just when I think I couldn’t love Logan and Tate more, Ella gives us more of them and proves me wrong!

I will never be able to fully express how happy I am that she decided to let Tate and Logan come back to us. These two don’t just work their way into your heart, they become a part of your soul, and missing them is like missing a piece of yourself. 

Tate picks up where Tease left off, and if you’ve read this series, you know what’s on Logan’s mind. Watching the sexy lawyer do a complete one-eighty when it comes to commitment is heart-warming, and when Logan makes up his mind, he really makes up his mind!

What I love about these two guys is that they have the kind of relationship ANY couple strives to achieve. It’s loving, secure, and has great communication. The combustible attraction does not hurt either! But most of all, these two can weather any twist that comes their way. 

I hate spoilers, so I’m not saying more, other than this:  If you’ve read the first four books, and love these guys as much as I do, you will love them EVEN MORE after this one. If you haven’t started on this series, you need to start from book 1 – Try. These are in no way stand-alones, and believe me, you will want every word of Tate and Logan that you can get.  

I’m SO excited to get the next book. I can’t wait to see where they go from here. And… I’m thinking we may HOPEFULLY get a spin-off series with Robbie and Priest!

 

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Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”

 

A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at http://www.ellafrank.com and on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/ella.frank.author

 

Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.

 

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BLOG TOUR, GIVEAWAY & REVIEW: Devil by Ker Dukey

 

Blog Tour for the new best selling standalone by Ker Dukey

 

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A DARK SUSPENSE NOVEL

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Evi Devil.

Yes, that’s really my name.

The irony is not lost on me.

I was created from two evil souls and have the name to prove it.

Devil worshipers, perverts, murderer. Is all terms used to describe the parents I refuse to remember. My mind won’t allow me to.

And why would I want to?

One born of dirty blood running through her veins can never truly be clean from its murky hue.

No matter what they try to tell me happened in my past, my mind denies me access, therefore how can I know it’s true?

How can I believe that’s what I’m born from?

Glimpses of my past haunt me, the screams of terror echo in the silent darkness of my memories, trying to remind me that my Mother went from room to room butchering our family.

I’ve learned from scars that I suffered abuse and that my Father and siblings weren’t my Mother’s only victims.

Hearing what they tell me.

Reading the words printed in the papers. None of it can prepare me for what’s to come.

My biggest lesson is learning that some memories we suppress for a reason.

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6 STARS

I’m a HUGE fan of Ker’s. 

She has such an incredible way of weaving a story, that no matter how dark the subject, you find yourself mesmerized. Evi story will not only suck you in, it will grab onto your soul and never let go. 

She lives through things no one should ever have to. And what makes her endearing is how incredibly strong she is. Even though she doesn’t think so. The journey that Ker takes us on with Evi is definitely twisted and dark. But there are so many rays of light that break through along the way.

Max is the only childhood friend Evi had, and once they find each other again, he’s determined not to lose her for a second time.  We catch glimpses of their childhood through her memory recall. 

This book is captivating and mind blowing. It’s honestly one of those books you need to read for yourself to truly appreciate how brilliant Ker truly is. And if you have any issues with abuse, please heed her warning at the beginning of the book. 

 

 

 

 

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I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that I tell my own.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: A Little Bit Like Love by Brooke Blaine

 

A Little Bit Like Love, an all-new sexy STANDALONE MM romance from Brooke Blaine is available NOW!

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A Little Bit Like Love by Brooke Blaine

Publication Date: July 27th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance/MM Romance

What if you had everything in the world you wanted…except the man you’d left behind?

Jackson Davenport, the charismatic, strait-laced heir to the Davenport fortune, has a secret. One he’s been hiding since he graduated from South Haven all-boys academy—and that secret’s name is Lucas.

When a work trip takes Jackson back to his old stomping grounds, memories of the year he shared with Lucas come crashing to the surface. With growing pressure from his father to settle down and take over the family business, Jackson knows he’s on borrowed time, and sets out to find the free-spirited daredevil he once knew.

But Lucas isn’t the same man he was eight years ago.

One night. A shattered heart. And an endless parade of nameless faces. Lucas Sullivan is South Haven’s ultimate playboy, a reputation he’s honed since the only boy he ever loved left without a trace. To the world, he’s brash and confident, an in-demand artist who spends his days designing one-of-a-kind pieces and his nights as king of the downtown scene.

Many have tried and failed to get past the barrier he’s carefully constructed, but it’s the shy, studious boy he once coaxed out of his shell who still haunts him.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was lust. Or maybe…it was a little bit like love.

Excerpt:

WITH THE NOTE from Principal Stewart crumpled in my fist, I stalked away from his office, away from the words I knew would haunt me forever.

“I’m sorry, Jackson. Your father is quite…insistent you return to Connecticut immediately.”

Immediately…immediately… With every echo of that word through my mind, my heart battered my chest, the ache to rip itself free of my body a plea I was helpless to honor.

There was only one reason he would’ve demanded I leave South Haven before the end of classes next week. My father had been adamant I receive the best education his money afforded, choosing to ship me down to south Georgia to attend the most prestigious all-boys academy in the country. I’d done him proud, rising to the top of my class, and I’d been practicing my salutatorian speech for days. Skipping out on graduation and the pomp and circumstance and recognition that came with it? Out of the question. Which could only mean one thing.

He knew. Somehow he knew.

That was the only explanation for the letter in my hand, for the abrupt dismissal this late in the evening and this close to the end of the school year. My father hadn’t gotten to where he was by being stupid or blind, and I’d seriously underestimated how many eyes and ears had been watching me during my four years. Although it would’ve only been the whispers over the last few months that piqued his interest, only the last eight that he would’ve had any reason to give me a second thought.

And that reason wasn’t a what—it was a who.

The halls of the St. John’s dormitory were silent when I entered, all the students down at the mess hall for dinner, followed by the final bonfire of the year. So there wouldn’t be anyone around to see me sneak down the hall to where I knew I shouldn’t be going but couldn’t help myself. My feet seemed to move of their own accord, the countdown to my utter devastation causing me to pick up the pace. The private plane would arrive in a handful of hours, giving me just enough time to pack my things, but there was no way I could leave without a goodbye. Not going to happen.

I wasn’t ready. I was supposed to have more time. As a cold sweat of panic seized me, I balled the letter tighter in my fist and chucked it into one of the trash bins as I passed.

Screw my father. Screw the life he’d set out for me, the one I was destined to live and hate with every fiber of my being. I wanted to bottle up every one of his expectations and throw the blasted thing out at an angry sea to swallow up and tear apart instead.

I wished it could be as easy as that. I’d been able to fool myself into a sense of freedom, but the cell door was about to smash shut on every dream I’d let myself have these past few months.

His private dorm was at the end of the long hall, last one on the right, and I rapped on it twice fast, waited a moment, and then repeated the pattern that we used for each other. A few seconds later, the door swung open, and seeing the sole object of my daily and nightly thoughts standing there in front of me with a mixture of surprise and delight in his eyes made me think that coming here had been a mistake. It was only going to sink the dagger in farther.

“Hey…I thought we were meeting la—” Lucas’s words cut off and the smile curling his lips fell as he got a good look at my face. “What’s wrong?”

You should tell him. Tell him what’s going on and that it isn’t your fault. Look him in the eye when you tell him you can never see him again.

A shooting pain tore through my chest as I realized what this goodbye actually meant. I wasn’t saying I wouldn’t be seeing him for the next couple of days or weeks. When I left South Haven’s campus in the early hours of the morning, I wouldn’t be seeing him again…ever.

God, can I do this? Break his heart as well as mine?

No…no, I couldn’t tell him. He’d look for me, find me, and there was no telling what my father would do if that happened. The letter had been my old man’s warning. Disobeying his orders would mean consequences neither of us were prepared for.

“Jackson?” Lucas’s voice dropped low, and then he looked past me out into the deserted hall. When he didn’t see anyone to blame on my current state, he frowned and waited for an answer.

The words didn’t come, though, so I stood there staring at him, taking a mental snapshot that I’d store away in a place no one could find and destroy. His black hair was casually tousled, and I knew him well enough to know he’d worried his hands through it, maybe wondering if I wouldn’t follow through on our plans tonight. He wore a simple grey t-shirt and low-slung jeans on his long and lean frame, and the swirl of black tattoos he’d recently inked on his tanned skin could be seen peeking around his right bicep before disappearing from view behind the thin material of his shirt. He was striking, both in looks and personality, and to say I hadn’t been expecting the force that was Lucas Sullivan when he’d transferred to the academy eight months ago was an understatement.

Quite simply, I’d been lost to him the first time I laid eyes on him.

Forcing myself to shake off my dread, I said, “I’m okay,” and tried to believe it for his sake.

“Well, you look like hell.” He leaned against the doorway, one of those charming half-grins cocking up one side of his lips. “Hell on wheels, anyway. What’d you do, run all the way here?”

Not too far off there. I didn’t even remember crossing campus to get to his dorm until I was in front of the building.

When I didn’t laugh at his teasing, Lucas’s expression fell again and his brows pulled down, a crease forming between them as his eyes, the color of a stormy sky, gave me a thorough once-over, looking for the source of my pain. He was silent for a long moment, but he must’ve seen something he didn’t like, because he stiffened and his jaw clenched. Then he took a deep breath and let it out in a rush.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” I asked.

Lucas shook his head, his arms going over his chest. “I’m not helping you out here. If you came here for a reason, get out with it.”

Did he know? He couldn’t. I’d only just found out myself, and… No. There was no way. “It’s…complicated.”

“Complicated?”

“Yes.”

Lucas gave a humorless chuckle. “Jackson Davenport, I knew you were scared, but I never took you for a coward. If you don’t want to do this, you can man the hell up and tell me to my face.”

“What are you… I’m not…” I ran my hand over my face, struggling to understand the conclusion he’d come to for why I was standing at his door. My lack of a poker face had put him on the defensive. He thought I was here to reject him. An idea so completely unfathomable to me that it made my stomach turn thinking about it. “Lucas…you’ve got this all wrong.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. I’m not here to—“ I almost said “end things with you,” but I didn’t want to lie to him. I never had and I never would. Instead, I said, “Fight with you. I don’t want to fight.”

“Then why are you here, Jackson?” he asked, and my gaze fell to his lips. I’d tasted those lips only a few times, not nearly enough to quench a starving man’s hunger. All these months I’d wasted, warring with myself in my head, never letting myself have the thing I wanted most. And now I was down to a matter of hours. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. But it was all I had, and I wasn’t wasting another second.

If I couldn’t tell Lucas how I felt about him, then I’d show him.

Finally.

Irrevocably.

And starting now.

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5 STARS

I love a good love story, no matter what gender the two main characters are. After all, Love is Love. 

If you’ve never read M/M romance, and have been on the fence about trying it, start with A Little Bit Like Love. Jackson and Lucas will not only ease you into this beautiful world, but they will make you wonder why you waited so long to take the leap. 

What Brooke brings us is a beautiful story of friendship, trust and second chances. It’s also about finding out who you really are.

Eight years. That’s how long it’s been since Jackson has seen the only person to ever make him feel alive. Eight years since Jackson has been able to just be himself, and not his fathers puppet. 

Lucas has tried to forget Jackson. The only person he’s ever let in, ever let get close. Countless, meaningless hook ups don’t really do anything to dull the ache left behind by Jackson. 

 One night. A not so chance encounter, has both of them needing to decide what it is they truly want, and how far they are willing to go to get it.  This story is infused with all the feels, including a dose Brooke’s trademark humor, that leaves you with warm fuzzies long after you finish.  There are some fantastic secondary characters that make this cast very well rounded. 

Jackson and Lucas are two characters you won’t forget anytime soon. I’m excited to see more of them in future South Haven books, and also can’t wait to see who she brings us next. 

 

 

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About Brooke Blaine:

You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.

She is the author of Flash Point, a romantic suspense standalone, as well as the co-author of the erotic series, A Desperate Man, with Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life, bless their hearts. Licked, a romantic comedy, will be released November 11th, 2015 and is the first in the L.A. Liaisons series.

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BLOG TOUR & REVIEW: Cocky Chef by J.D. Hawkins

 

 

Cocky Chef by JD Hawkins

Release Date: July 31st

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Blurb

You can call me arrogant as much as you want. But when you’re the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay’s head spin, you’ve earned the right to your confidence.

When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it’s not a suggestion–it’s an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don’t make it okay.

But I have to admit, she’s got talent. She’s creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can’t help wanting to know everything she thinks. I’ve never met a more talented chef. And I’ve never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life.

There’s only one way this push and pull can end.

With her in my bed, begging for more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EXCERPT:

She lets out a sigh of relief, but my cock hears something different in her gasping exhale. I bring my thumb slowly to a speck at the side of her mouth, fingers resting on the round perfection of her jawline. She stills under my touch and catches my gaze, time slowing with the deliberateness of my movements.

I brush the speck, but don’t pull away. Instead, I bring my thumb back across those ever-pouted lips, tracing their dip and fullness, letting her feel the texture of hands rough and scarred from a lifetime in kitchens, our eyes locked together in a moment of anticipation, emotions raging like an angry sea against the dam of the distance between us.

Her lips part slightly, I feel her shortening breath on my hand, and I push my thumb between those juicy, perfect lips, fingers pressing against the base of her ear. Her gentle gasp breaks the silence, before she closes those soft lips around my thumb, the sight of them pressing against my skin making my cock full against my pants. Her teeth gently squeezing my nail, tongue flickering as I push the finger inside the hot wetness of her mouth.

My other hand already on her waist, I pull her toward me, press her lithe body up against mine. Those magnificent hips swaying and rubbing against mine, her weight shifting onto me, breasts heaving, nipples so hard now I can feel them through that sweater dress.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl. Prelude to pulling her toward me, my finger in her mouth still, angling her head so I can taste the tenderness of her neck, run my sensitive tastebuds down the taut muscles, follow the path that leads me to the front of her chest. Quiet moans getting louder as I run my tongue down the softness of her cleavage, her dress my enemy now as I pull it down and bury my teeth in her breasts.

“Oh God…” she moans. “Cole…”

 

 

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5 STARS

Talk about a sizzling hot story!  World renowned chef Cole Chambers is the epitome of the word perfection, in every way imaginable.   Not only does he require it of himself, he requires it of those who work for him. Not and easy feat.   He’s the best in the world for a reason, and it’s not because he’s a nice guy; just nice to look at.

Willow is a new chef in his LA restaurant Knife.  She’s trying to start her life over after her failed dream of owning her own restaurant in Idaho, and her introduction to her new boss doesn’t go as smoothly as she hoped.

I have to say I honestly love the way he introduced these two. There was definitely chemistry off the bat, but I love that Willow held her ground. She’s grounded and tough, but with a pure heart of gold.

These two are like oil and vinegar. Even though they aren’t supposed to work together, they just do. I love the little self realizations that Cole has throughout the book. Even though he’s tough as nails on the outside, on the inside he has a beautiful soul. Willow is spunky and keeps him on his toes, which is just what he needs.

I absolutely love this book, and I love J.D.’s writing style. It’s dual POV, which is always a favorite, and he get’s each characters individual voices down perfectly. If you’re looking for a smoking hot read that will leave you very satisfied, look no further.

 

 

 

About the Author:

JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independant women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn’t writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He’s always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.

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