Wednesday, September 30, 2015

REVIEW/RELEASE: The Art of Stealing Hearts by Stella London

Series: Love and Art #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance

~Blurb~

“The bid is at five million dollars. Going once…” 

This morning, I was waiting tables and dreaming of an internship at San Francisco’s most famous auction house. Now I have my paddle in the air, bidding more money than I can imagine for a priceless painting – and all because of him.

“Going twice…”

Charles St. Clair is a famous British billionaire, and the most seductive man I’ve ever met. I can’t get him out of my head, and he’s not letting me get away. He’s offered the chance of a lifetime, all I need to do is say ‘yes’.

“Sold, to the lady in the front row!”
 

Things like this don’t happen to girls like me – or do they? All I know is, I’m going to enjoy the ride.
~Book Review~
3.5/4 Stars

Grace Bennett is a waitress with an art degree trying to find a break in the art industry. When she stumbles into art connoisseur Charles St. Clair her luck begins to change.

I’m feeling a mixed bag with this one. So let’s break it down this way:

What I liked…
Well Charles to top the list! He’s British; he’s dashing; he has an air of mystery to him alongside a striking mix of down-to-Earth and lifestyles of the rich & famous all rolled into one. He’s a sexy gentleman; no hints of a manwhore here which was very refreshing.
I also liked the intrigue aspect of the story. While at first the details of the art world were bogging me down, once I saw the art mystery evolve, I wanted to keep reading to see where it went.

Which leads me into what I didn’t like …
This is not a complete story.  I honestly didn’t know it was a serial till I received the ARC. I much prefer a stand-alone of some degree. As it is, this is kinda short and stops just when it seems to be taking off.
With that in mind, I hope the next installment, The Art of Stealing Kisses, has...well a lot more kisses for one! And a lot more sexy times as, again, this part stops just as it is heating up. I’m also hoping to see Grace stand up to that snooty bunch. There were enough instances in this one where I wanted Grace to get a bigger backbone.

For now, I’m interested to see where it goes. It’s fairly upbeat, plays on the Cinderella theme, and blends romance and light mystery. Told entirely from Grace’s first person POV, it has a bit of a chick lit tone to it, unfortunately; but the story has potential.

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Stella London is a romance lover turned newbie author. After a childhood spent traveling in Europe, she now calls New York City her home - but still keeps a flame burning for those sexy foreign accents. She loves strong coffee, new shoes, and handsome men in a well-cut suit.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

BLOG TOUR: Delicious Complication by Sabrina Sol

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Publication Date: September 28, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

~Synopsis~
A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
Temptation is a dish best served hot...

Event planner Daisy Robles can't remember a time when celebrity restaurateur and celebrated playboy Brandon Montoya didn't make her nuts. His infuriating arrogance, his hotness...his undeniable sexual energy. One night and whole lot of expensive tequila later, Daisy's self-control is AWOL. And Brandon's making her crazy in all the right ways.

When their tequila-fueled make-out session hits the tabloids, Brandon is furious. At least until he realizes his "relationship" with Daisy is his chance to get his ill mother to Los Angeles for treatment. All he has to do is convince Daisy to be his pretend fiancée for two weeks...

The deal? No sex and no falling in love. But all it takes is a little heat to find themselves in a deliciously compromising position...
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~Excerpt~


Part of him wanted to ask if he could take another kiss as repayment. It surprised him just how much he still savored the first one. Not just because it was so hot, but because for those few seconds against her lips, all worry about his mama was pushed to the back of his mind. He’d become lost in the taste and feel of her, and he desperately needed to get lost all over again. That was why he hadn’t gone home right away after the reception. Brandon had walked into that hotel bar looking for some sort of remedy for his pain, something to help him forget about what he’d have to deal with tomorrow and in the coming weeks. The tequila mixed with some Daisy could be the potent antidote he was looking for.

He reached for the bottle of tequila but she grabbed it before he could and examined the label. “Damn. This must’ve cost you a pretty penny.”

He shrugged. “Some things in life are worth it.”

“Sure. Things like food and a house or a car. Only a rich person could justify spending a small fortune on a bottle of alcohol that, based on the amount of shots we’ve done so far, isn’t even going to last one night.”

“Why must you always over-analyze things?”

He saw her bristle at his accusation. “I’m not. All I’m saying is that money can’t buy you happiness.”

“Sure it can. Money bought me this bottle of tequila which is making me very happy.”

She studied him for a second before shaking her head. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”

“And you’re killing my buzz. God, Daisy, for once in your life can you not worry about how much something costs or why someone is offering it to you? Can’t you just drink and enjoy?”

Man, she was getting under his skin tonight. In more ways than one. He could blame the tequila and the rotten news he’d received. Although the truth was, the woman knew how to push his buttons. When she wasn’t making him crazy hot, she was making him crazy. Especially when she criticized his lifestyle. He worked his ass off to get the things he had. So what if he liked to indulge now and then? Who was she to judge him?

He expected her to either argue with him again or get up and leave. So he was surprised when she did neither.

“Fine,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll sit here and enjoy your expensive tequila. Although I think it would be ten times better with some salt and limes.”

“Aye Daisy, this isn’t some race where the goal is to drink as much as you can as fast as you can. No, you need to take your time with this tequila. It deserves to be savored and tasted thoroughly.”

As if she wanted to taste it again, she licked her lips. The memory of those lips against his made him shift in his seat. Brandon snuck another look at the way her tanned cleavage strained against the fabric of her pale-colored dress, and the way wisps of her dark hair framed her smooth neck. He couldn’t deny the very hard effect she was having on his body. He wanted her. Correction. He needed her.

Because anything that made him forget about his trip to Puerto Rico the next day—even if only for a few hours—was a welcomed distraction. He needed Daisy Robles naked and underneath him as soon as possible.

Easier said than done, of course. He’d already pissed her off once tonight. If he had any chance of convincing her that she, too, wanted to be naked and underneath him, then he had to play nice.

Nice now. Naughty later.

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Synopsis: Amara Maria Robles is a good girl. So good that she gave up her dreams of becoming a renowned pastry chef to help her parents with their struggling Mexican bakery. Yet her parents reject any changes she suggests, and refuse to sell her mouth-watering confections. Clearly being a good girl isn't paying off. So when her brother's sexy ex-best friend walks into the bakery, Amara's tempted to be very bad indeed...
After a scandal twelve years ago, resident bad boy Eric Valencia has returned to make things right with his family and friends. One glance at Amara and her wicked curves, however, and Eric finds himself thinking about how she’d feel beneath him—something he promised Amara's brother he would never think about, let alone do.

But this bad boy is in deep trouble...because Amara's determined to have her cake, and Eric, too.

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Sabrina Sol is the chica who loves love. She writes steamy romance stories featuring smart and sexy Latinas in search of their Happily Ever Afters. She lives in Southern California with her husband, three kids, two Beagles and one Bulldog, and is part of a larger, extended Mexican family whose members are NOT the source of inspiration for her characters. Or so she tells them.

Monday, September 28, 2015

COVER REVEAL: Capture Me by Anna Zaires

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Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: December 8, 2015
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~Blurb~
A new dark romance series from the New York Times bestselling author of Twist Me
She fears him from the first moment she sees him.

Yulia Tzakova is no stranger to dangerous men. She grew up with them. She survived them. But when she meets Lucas Kent, she knows the hard ex-soldier may be the most dangerous of them all.

One night—that’s all it should be. A chance to make up for a failed assignment and get information on Kent’s arms dealer boss. When his plane goes down, it should be the end.

Instead, it's just the beginning.

He wants her from the first moment he sees her.

Lucas Kent has always liked leggy blondes, and Yulia Tzakova is as beautiful as they come. The Russian interpreter might’ve tried to seduce his boss, but she ends up in Lucas’s bed—and he has every intention of seeing her there again.

Then his plane goes down, and he learns the truth.

She betrayed him.

Now she will pay.

NOTE: Capture Me is the first book about Lucas & Yulia and has a cliffhanger-ish ending. It’s a long novella/short novel of approximately 45,000 words (about 200 pages) and is a spin-off from the Twist Me trilogy. It’s not necessary to have read that trilogy to enjoy Capture Me, but the book does contain major spoilers for books 2 and 3 of Twist Me.

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~Excerpt~
Author’s Note: This is from Yulia’s POV. For those of you familiar with the Twist Me series, this scene takes place in Moscow, when Lucas & Julian were there to meet with the Russian officials.


He steps into my apartment as soon as the door swings open. No hesitation, no greeting—he just comes in.

Startled, I step back, the short, narrow hallway suddenly stiflingly small. I’d somehow forgotten how big he is, how broad his shoulders are. I’m tall for a woman—tall enough to fake being a model if an assignment calls for it—but he towers a full head above me. With the heavy down jacket he’s wearing, he takes up almost the entire hallway.

Still not saying a word, he closes the door behind him and advances toward me. Instinctively, I back away, feeling like cornered prey.

“Hello, Yulia,” he murmurs, stopping when we’re out of the hallway. His pale gaze is locked on my face. “I wasn’t expecting to see you like this.”

I swallow, my pulse racing. “I just took a bath.” I want to seem calm and confident, but he’s got me completely off-balance. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”

“No, I can see that.” A faint smile appears on his lips, softening the hard line of his mouth. “Yet you let me in. Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to continue talking through the door.” I take a steadying breath. “Can I offer you some tea?” It’s a stupid thing to say, given what he’s here for, but I need a few moments to compose myself.

He raises his eyebrows. “Tea? No, thanks.”

“Then can I take your jacket?” I can’t seem to stop playing the hostess, using politeness to cover my anxiety. “It looks quite warm.”

Amusement flickers in his wintry gaze. “Sure.” He takes off his down jacket and hands it to me. He’s left wearing a black sweater and dark jeans tucked into black winter boots. The jeans hug his legs, revealing muscular thighs and powerful calves, and on his belt, I see a gun sitting in a holster.

Irrationally, my breathing quickens at the sight, and it takes a concerted effort to keep my hands from shaking as I take the jacket and walk over to hang it in my tiny closet. It’s not a surprise that he’s armed—it would be a shock if he wasn’t—but the gun is a stark reminder of who Lucas Kent is.

What he is.

It’s no big deal, I tell myself, trying to calm my frayed nerves. I’m used to dangerous men. I was raised among them. This man is not that different. I’ll sleep with him, get whatever information I can, and then he’ll be out of my life.

Yes, that’s it. The sooner I can get it done, the sooner all of this will be over.

Closing the closet door, I paste a practiced smile on my face and turn back to face him, finally ready to resume the role of confident seductress.

Except he’s already next to me, having crossed the room without making a sound.

My pulse jumps again, my newfound composure fleeing. He’s close enough that I can see the gray striations in his pale blue eyes, close enough that he can touch me.

And a second later, he does touch me.

Lifting his hand, he runs the back of his knuckles over my jaw.

I stare up at him, confused by my body’s instant response. My skin warms and my nipples tighten, my breath coming faster. It doesn’t make sense for this hard, ruthless stranger to turn me on. His boss is more handsome, more striking, yet it’s Kent my body’s reacting to. All he’s touched thus far is my face. It should be nothing, yet it’s intimate somehow.

Intimate and disturbing.

I swallow again. “Mr. Kent—Lucas—are you sure I can’t offer you something to drink? Maybe some coffee or—” My words end in a breathless gasp as he reaches for the tie of my robe and tugs on it, as casually as one would unwrap a package.

“No.” He watches as the robe falls open, revealing my naked body underneath. “No coffee.”


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Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.

After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.

Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.

In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.

She loves hearing from her readers, so please don't hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.

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COVER REVEAL: Sensational by Janet Nissenson

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Series: Inevitible #4
Publication Date: November 10, 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


They say you never forget your first love...
Lauren McKinnon has always prided herself on never backing down from a challenge, living life to its fullest, and refusing to be ruled by her emotions. She is the quintessential wild child who became a bold, fearless woman, she doesn’t believe in regrets or second chances, and thinks that true love only happens in fairy tales. Except for the time it happened to her one magical summer. But unlike fairy tales, in real life love can also be cruel, and after having her heart broken Lauren has vowed to never allow herself to be vulnerable again.

Ben Rafferty has always been a loner, never truly belonging anywhere or to anyone, until the summer he visits Big Sur and meets the girl he immediately recognizes as his soulmate. But Lauren’s star shines far too brightly, and to stay with her means the real possibility of dimming that brilliant light. The decision to leave her behind will be the most difficult of his life, and for years later he’s left to wonder what would have happened if he’d stayed.

When their paths inevitably cross again, Lauren’s pride and refusal to forgive continues to keep them apart, as does the new woman in Ben’s life. As truths are eventually revealed, and emotions can no longer be denied, will Lauren and Ben finally find their way back to each other, or will they be destined to forever remain apart?
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Was meeting again an unfortunate twist of fate? Or was it just serendipity?

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Janet Nissenson is a lifelong resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, and currently resides on the northern California coast with her husband Steve and Golden Retriever Max. She worked for more than two decades in the financial services industry before turning her focus to producing running events. She is a former long-distance runner, current avid yoga practitioner, is addicted to Pinterest, likes to travel and read. She has been writing for more than three decades but Serendipity is her first official published work. She plans five more books in the Inevitable series, with each one a standalone with new lead characters, so no cliffhangers or waiting months to see what happens next!

BLOG TOUR: Hold Me Until Morning by Christina Phillips

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Series: Grayson Brothers #2
Publication Date: September 28, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

~Synopsis~ 
A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
She's the one girl he should never touch...

Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a mountain cabin and protect his best friend's little sister from the paparazzi for a week. That's it. But Paris O'Connell isn't a kid anymore, and it's hard to remember this isstrictly business when she bats her big green eyes at him...then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.

Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous Cooper Grayson is the most dangerous challenge she's faced yet. He ignores the sizzling attraction that keeps her awake at nights, and he doesn't care about her fame or her contacts, only seeing her. When they finally kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does...

For one incredibly hot week, Cooper fulfils her every fantasy. But when the real world crashes in, so does reality. And reality tells them there's no way a Hollywood star and a bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have a future together...
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~Excerpt~ 
Later that afternoon Paris abandoned her tablet, where she’d been checking her Facebook account, and peered through her bedroom window. After a huge lunch, Cooper had managed to persuade her brother to give him a hand in clearing the back yard. He’d found a surprising variety of tools in the old garden shed, and Scott’s horrified protests at getting his hands dirty hadn’t cut it with Cooper.

It was amazing how much better the yard looked now that it wasn’t a jungle of weeds. She repeated that thought a couple of times as an excuse to keep on peeking out through the window, behind the cover of the drapes. But the truth was the sight of Cooper wearing nothing but boots, jeans and a battered old cowboy hat was mesmeric. Is it hot in here or what?

She took a deep breath. She’d never spied on a guy like this before. Maybe she’d take them out a cold drink. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer and a couple of cans from the fridge.

Cooper took the bottle of beer from her with a grin that sent her stomach into a free fall. Scott scowled at the can of soda she offered him. “What the hell?”

“You’ve had enough,” she said, trying not to stare at the way Cooper’s muscles rippled as he tipped his head back and swallowed his beer. “You’re driving later.”

Scott muttered something under his breath, but took the soda. That was one thing she’d say for her brother. He never argued with her when it came to alcohol. She guessed her problems when she was younger had affected him more than he’d admit. “You could invite me to stay over.”

She popped the tab on her own soda. “You want to sleep with Cooper tonight? Be my guest.” Then she took a quick drink so her brother wouldn’t guess where her thoughts had instantly leaped.

Sleeping with Cooper wasn’t going to happen.

“I don’t share my bed with anyone.” Cooper wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and appeared to be avoiding looking her way. “Not even you, Scott.”

“When you spend the whole night with someone let me know, and we’ll get wasted to celebrate.” Scott turned to her. “You’re a girl,” he said, which was amazingly observant of him. “Would you give a guy a second chance if he loved you and left you as soon as he could?”

She had the crazy urge to giggle. She coughed and mock frowned at Cooper, who looked as though he’d like to break Scott’s neck. “Is that what you do, then?”

“No.” He ground the word between his teeth.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” Scott punched him on the arm. “This is only Paris.”

This is only Paris. That kind of annoyed her. “I don’t know why you want my opinion. You seem pretty sure you know what girls like. You’re such a man whore.”

Scott toasted her with his soda. He obviously took her insult as a compliment. “I never leave before morning—and the ladies love it.”

She made a gagging sound. “You’re disgusting.”

“He’s always been disgusting,” Cooper said. “You’ve only just noticed?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Scott said. “We were talking about you and the service you offer.”

“I’ve never had any complaints.”

She really didn’t mean to, but couldn’t help glancing at him. Their gazes clashed.

What would Scott do if she backed up Cooper’s claim?

She hastily tore her gaze from him and took a long drink to cool herself down. She had no idea what Scott would do, and it didn’t matter because he was never going to find out that she, at least, would give him a five star rating when it came to being serviced by Cooper.

“You haven’t had any complaints because you don’t hang around long enough afterwards to hear any.”

“That’s not the reason I don’t get complaints.”

Too right it wasn’t. Although, now that she came to think about it, his reaction afterwards had kind of sucked. Maybe that’s what Scott was getting at. Not that she was going to agree with him.

Or maybe it’s only with me that he acted so weird? If she hadn’t thrown herself in his arms and practically begged for it, would he even have kissed her?


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Synopsis: Every good girl loves a very bad boy...
Scarlett Ashford needs a date for her father's wedding. Only she doesn't just need a guy in a suit—she needs a bodyguard. The only problem is that Jackson Grayson is big and gorgeous and way too sexy. So much so that Scarlett's tempted to let this hot bad boy ruin her oh-so-good reputation...
Jackson doesn't do relationships and he certainly doesn't sleep with clients. Yet he can't fight their inconvenient attraction, or how badly he wants Scarlett's warm and wicked curves against his body. He wants her. Now. Even if it's just for one night, and even if walking away the next morning isn't as easy as he thought.
Besides, one hot and incredibly intense night between a bad boy and a pampered princess could never turn into something real...could it?
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Christina Phillips is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in sunny Western Australia with her high school sweetheart and their family. She enjoys writing paranormal, historical and contemporary romance where the stories sizzle and the heroine brings her hero to his knees. Christina is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.

Friday, September 25, 2015

BOOK REVIEW: Bossy by Kim Linwood

~Synopsis~

It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do him.

One night only. No promises, no regrets. He was rich, ripped, inked up, and gone in the morning. I didn't even know his name. Not until I read it off the door on my first day at work.

See, I don't do bad boys, I don't do troublemakers and I sure as heck didn't graduate college with a 3.9 GPA by screwing around.

I was never supposed to see him again, but now he's my new boss, as sexy in a suit as he was between my sheets.

And my new stepbrother.

Having him was a slice of Heaven. Working for him could mean selling my soul. But if the devil looks like Declan Riordan, Hell might be worth the burn.
 


~Book Review~
4.5 Stars

Claire Anderson doesn’t expect to ever see again the tattooed hunk who left her bed before she woke up after a night of off the charts sex. 

Declan Riordan makes no promises so he doesn’t disappoint like Claire’s two-timing ex. His MO is one night stands. Well except for the feisty red-head he can’t get out of his head.

Color them both shocked to see each other again on Claire’s first day at work for an internship at her soon-to-be stepfather’s legal firm.
“‛As it turns out, we’ve bumped into each other a few times, but just never been formally introduced.’” — Declan
The story is easy to get into— the descriptions colorful, the writing witty, and both characters quite likeable.  Despite his sometimes arrogant and headstrong persona, Declan is a “badass knight in shining Armani.”  He’s certainly confident and alpha, but the story, told via Declan and Claire’s alternating first person POV, helps the reader see the sometimes misunderstood Declan as a fairly upstanding guy underneath even when Claire isn’t so sure.
“I still can’t tell if he’s a nice guy with moments of jerk, or a jerk with moments of nice.” —Claire
The two have plenty of entertaining banter and comical innuendo.
“‛I can already tell you’ll be well qualified for whatever position I put you in.’” — Declan
And Claire is no wall flower; she’s able to give as good as she gets.

There’s a lot of fun in this story as Claire and Declan embark on a not-so-innocent game of professional pranks, behaving like the ornery stepsiblings they’re about to become. Step-sibling books have become all the rage, but they’re hardly taboo anymore so I adore the ones that don’t take themselves too seriously and instead make a comedic play on the premise like this one.

I could have done a bit without the OM drama in the form of a creepy ex subplot. But I give major points to both Claire and Declan for staying true to their characters and not caving to the pressures. If they were weaker characters it could have gone a totally different way and I’m glad it didn’t, nor did it overpower the main story.  Still one of the things I so adored about the author’s previous book Rebel was the lack of clichĂ©d jealous schemers, and I honestly thought Claire and Declan were entertaining enough without throwing in this often contrived romance plot device. But I suppose it does serve as a means to an end, and in the end, it ties together well as all their dramas and perceived obstacles come full circle with Declan doing the hero thing in his own Declan way.

All in all, a funny, light-hearted, sexy romance. HEA w/an epilogue though I wished the epilogue was just a tad longer as the pair made a great couple and Declan was pretty delectable!



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Thursday, September 24, 2015

BOOK REVIEW: More than Kisses by Renee Ericson

~Synopsis~

A night with five of their closest friends was all that Evelyn and Foster had planned for when they decided to take part in a holiday progressive dinner party. However, when an unexpected guest makes an appearance and throws Evelyn off her game, it’s up to Foster to bring her back to her senses. His plan involves a little more than kisses.

A More Than Water short story complete with sexy times and a hair fetish, told from the dual POV of Evelyn and Foster.


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~Book Review~
5 Stars

Author Renee Ericson has dedicated this one to everyone that wanted more Fozzie and EJ from More Than Water and she certainly delivers, though I think I now want more of them at every holiday if it’s a delight like this.  Valentine’s Day, Renee? Please, please.  

So this short story finds Evelyn and Foster getting ready to spend the evening with friends for the holidays.  It starts off with their characteristic sexy-nerdy banter that had me smiling and laughing.
“‛How about it made it aerodynamic? I could have sworn I took a ride to space and saw stars on more than one occasion.’”
“‛Just don’t ever wave me in for a landing.’” 
“‛Why not?...I want you sitting firmly in the cockpit.’”
For the record, that’s EJ talking about Foster’s penis.  And his penis certainly comes into play in this hilariously sexy holiday adventure.

A dinner party faux pas gives EJ a little more than an eyeful, sending her mind reeling, but the ever-adorable Fozzie knows how to bring EJ back to earth.  (It’s funny; that’s all I’m gonna say.)
“I’ll make her think about my dick. She seems fond of it.”
Oh Foster, if you could only clone yourself. There should be so many more book boyfriends like you.

EJ needs to clear her head and a night of clandestine foreplay does just the trick. While I can thankfully say I’ve never had a real life moment like EJ’s, I have had a few too many fictional scenarios that I’d love to wipe clean from my brain so I still related.  But there are no brain bleach moments here. In fact, both More Than Water and More Than Kisses make wonderful “distractions,” gracing the reader with many smile-inducing memories.  There really needs to be more contemporary romances like these.  

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RELEASE BLITZ: Tempted by Claire Adams

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~Synopsis~
My name is Blair, and I just moved to California for my new job as a lawyer. I would be competing with another guy for the full-time position. The only problem was when I went in for my first day I found out that my competition was none other than Aiden. He was my best friend in high school… But now he was different.
He wasn’t the skinny boy I once knew.
He wasn’t the kind sweet boy I once knew.
He was muscular and tattooed and had a mouth on him like no other… He was the biggest distraction to my determination of getting the full-time lawyer position. But I can only ignore so much, especially when all he wanted to do was screw me. It was tempting…
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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

COVER REVEAL: Tormented by Jani Kay

Series: Scorpio Stinger MC #4
 Release Date: October 8, 2015

~Blurb~

Can there be redemption for a man with a tortured soul and a twisted heart?

Harrison: 

Hell bent on revenge, anger and hatred taint my soul.
Only rage and vengeance keep me alive. Nothing else matters.
There is no room for love. No room for relationships or a family of my own to distract me.
I’m damaged and beyond redemption.

Until I meet my arch enemy’s sister. She's off limits, but despite my best intentions, I just can’t get the dark haired beauty out of my mind.

Can Eva tame the beast and make me human again? Can she help me find redemption?
Perhaps HELL is the only place for a man like me.

Eva: 

Harrison. Dark. Broody.
Twisted and tortured. Definitely tormented.
A beast?

Maybe he is, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting him. On some deep level we connect—I see past the damaged outer into his very soul. Can I be the one to crack through his hardened shell and thaw his heart to bring out the real man he’s hiding even from himself?

Is there redemption for a man like Harrison Summers?
Or will he drag me straight into hell with him?

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~Reading Order~
Scorpio Stinger MC Series
#0.5 Ryder Prequel
#1 Two Worlds Colliding
#2 Unchain My Heart
#2.5 A Biker Christmas
#3 Gods & Monsters 
#4 Tormented (releases Oct 8)

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RELEASE BLITZ: Surge by Sloan Storm

Series: Fastlane #1
Genre: Romance

~Blurb~

Dyson Vix. The bad boy of Formula One Racing.

The first time I met him he was completely naked, and he couldn’t have cared less.

The second time I saw Dyson, he just stood there, staring at me. His fire suit hung low on his waist, and his body was dripping in sweat, grease and… well, you get the idea.

The ultimate playboy, there isn’t a hairpin turn he can’t handle or a woman he can’t have. Dyson lives life like he drives – hard, determined, and like it might be his last day.

We couldn’t have been more different. After a family tragedy, I’ve been left to raise my nephew, Simon, all alone. Raising him has given me more joy than I could’ve imagined, but it came at a price. He is my entire world, and everything I do is with him in mind. I haven’t had a date in months, instead focusing solely on him. Man troubles are the last thing we need, especially the kind reckless thrill seeker Dyson Vix would bring.

But fate has other ideas.

I’ve been thrust into his fast-paced world, and the more time I spend with him -- the more I see of the troubled man behind the roguish charm -- the more my resolve crumbles. Our chemistry is undeniable but isn’t without risk. Jealousy and threats to my home life mean I could lose everything I’ve worked so hard to protect.

The stakes have never been higher.

Will we make it, or are we destined to crash and burn?

~Book Review~

*ARC received for Release Blitz in exchange for an honest review

Unfortunately this was a DNF. The opening scene features the H, Dyson, bringing two groupies along to his doctor’s appointment. The h, Ava, is the nurse. He has sex with the groupies in the doctor’s office immediately following his exam. YUK! 


I tried to prevail, hoping I could get past that, but I’m sorry, that’s just not a romantic introduction to the H or the MC. I officially bailed in the following scenes where Dyson acts like a total jerk trying to get her to go out with him even though the groupies are still hanging all over him and acting like his girlfriends. He says they are not, but yet they clearly have staked a claim to him. Ava appears to be easily swayed and gives into him despite how he acts and what she knows about him. I prefer my h’s to be stronger and have better resolve. So instead of being pulled into them as a possible couple, I was rooting for her to tell him where to go and stick to it.


~Excerpt~

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a man’s bare ass first thing in the morning.
But one that… perfect?
No.
Never.
With my fingers still wrapped around the door handle, I froze in place, my eyes inappropriately fixed on the man’s partially exposed, lean and muscular backside. Morning sunlight shined on him through the exam room window, casting the shadow of his hard body beneath the thin fabric of the exam gown.
I stood there for a moment too long, temporarily forgetting I was there to do my job. Just then, the man, who had been looking out the window, turned in my direction.
We locked eyes. He arched an eyebrow.
Shit.
As quickly and as subtly as I could, I averted my gaze and instead snapped my eyes to his chart which I held in my free hand. Around the same time, a strong odor of over-applied perfume entered my awareness. What’s worse, it smelled like a mix of cotton candy and sweat—cheap and tacky.
Continuing into the room, the source of the aroma appeared in my peripheral vision. To my left sat two women. One a blonde, the other, a redhead. They looked to be in their early to mid-twenties, around my age, and by the way they dressed, not from around here—Austin that is.
“Hello,” I said, flashing a polite smile at them.
Their eyes met mine with an icy glare. They didn’t respond.
I looked away from them and back towards the man.
“Mr.… Vix?”
He took an extra second to reply. His eyes wandered along my body.
Wow? Really?
At last, he nodded and looked at me. “Dyson,” he said.
The door to the exam room closed behind me with a hiss of the hydraulic swing arm.
“All right,” I began, shaking my head a bit.
“Dyson… Dr. Wilcox will be in in just a moment. In the meantime, I need to check your vital signs.”
Dyson walked towards me and stopped about a foot or so away.
“Should I disrobe?”
I blinked. Clearing my throat, I stammered a response, “Um, n-no. That won’t be necessary.”
He winked at me. “Another time then.”
This had to be a joke.
I straightened my spine and nodded in the direction of the exam table. “Have a seat, Mr. Vix.”
But instead of walking towards the table, the man looked at me again.
“It’s Dyson.”
“Right, my apologies. Have a seat, Dyson.”
The thin tissue paper covering the length of the table crinkled and crackled as he sat down on it. Dyson swung his legs casually over the side and hooked his hands along the padded edge. Composing myself, I spent the next few minutes getting his vital signs without any further interruptions.
Once finished, I looked at him.
“Dyson, I need to draw some blood for the tests we’re required to take. Do needles bother you?”
My eyes locked on his. They were a shade of blue that I’d never seen before. Blueish gray, like steel. He reached up and slid his fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.
“Nope,” he replied with an easy shrug.
“Don’t bother me at all.”
From behind, I sensed the two women watching our exchange. Their silence was the only clue I needed that they were more than just friends with him.
A couple of minutes later, I’d finished drawing his blood.
Only one thing remained before Dr. Wilcox would come in and conduct the full exam. I walked to the other side of the exam room, picked up a urine sample cup and made my way back towards him, extending it in his direction.
One corner of his mouth turned upward in a deviant curl. Wordless, he eased off the exam table, took it from me, and passed by on the way to the restroom, next to the entrance of the exam room.
My head moved on a swivel while he walked. Dyson made no effort to cinch up the back of his exam gown. He stopped, catching me looking yet again. However, instead of saying anything, he gestured over his shoulder towards the two women.
“Is it okay if I have some company?”
My mouth drifted open. “I…”
The expression on his face was indecipherable. Was he being serious? The truth was, no one ever asked me a question like that during an exam before. On the other hand, nothing about this exam was normal so far.
Dyson chuckled at my lack of a reply. “Joke.”
I responded with an uneasy laugh.
Why was this guy making me feel like a thirteen year old?
Was I blushing?
I reached up and touched my cheek with a subtle swipe.
It felt like it.
Just then, Dyson began to toss the cup in the air with casual flicks of his hand. He gestured towards the women, pointing to the one on the left.
“That’s Svetlana,” he began before he nodded in the direction of the other one.
“And that’s Anastasia.”
Yep. Not from Austin.
Once he finished, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. I looked at him for a moment, not sure of the meaning. A second later, it dawned on me.
“Oh, I, um,” I said. “My name is Ava. Ava Walters.”
“Girls, keep Ava company while I’m gone.”
Seconds later, Dyson disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I turned my attention back to the women, who seemed less thrilled with me now than ever.
“Anastasia and Svetlana?” I began, summoning all the politeness and professionalism I could. “Is that… are you Russian?”
They glanced at each other for a moment before cackling with laughter. Without answering me, they spoke to one another in a language I didn’t understand. Once they’d finished, they looked away from me and returned their attention to their phones.
I shook my head and tried to ignore their rudeness. Instead, I used the time to make notes in Dyson’s chart. Around that time, the door to the exam room opened. Dr. Wilcox walked inside, nodding in the direction of the women.
“Good morning,” he said.
Their attention never wavered from their phones. Dr. Wilcox approached me with a suspicious frown on his face.
“Mr. Vix? Where…?”
I nodded towards the bathroom.
“Ah, I see. Very good.” He extended his hand towards me, unfolding his fingers as he did.
“May I?”
I passed Dyson’s paperwork to him. Dr. Wilcox perused my notes for several moments.
“Do you need me for anything else, Dr. Wilcox?” I asked.
Dr. Wilcox raised his hand to his chin as he studied Dyson’s chart.
“No,” he muttered. “Not right now, thank you, Ava.”
With that, I turned and started to walk away, when Dr. Wilcox spoke once again.
“On second thought, Ava, there is something I need to discuss with you.”
I looked at him. “Yes?”
However, before he told me, the bathroom door opened, and Dyson appeared. He walked towards me with the nearly full sample cup in his hand. He shook it back and forth with a few quick snaps, causing the liquid inside to bubble.
“Be careful with that,” he said, passing it to me.
I took it from him. “Thank you. I will,” I deadpanned.
When I finished speaking, Dr. Wilcox introduced himself.
“Mr. Vix? I’m Dr. Wilcox.”
Dyson nodded. “Good to meet ya, Doc.”
Dr. Wilcox closed Dyson’s folder and patted it with his hand.
“Now that we’re done with your vital signs, blood work and the like, we just need to conduct a brief physical exam, and we’ll get you on your way. I know you’ve got to get back to the track.”
“All right,” Dyson replied.
“Would you like to do the exam one-on-one?” Dr. Wilcox said. “You know, have some privacy?”
Dyson shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter to me. Everyone can stay. I don’t care.”
Dr. Wilcox was the consummate professional, always putting the needs and comfort of his patients above everything else. Satisfied Dyson was ready to proceed, he nodded, “Okay then, we’ll have you disrobe first and then come back over to the exam table.”
Without wasting a second, Dyson dropped the gown to his feet.
Still holding the urine sample in my hand, I stared in slack-jawed awe. There was no getting around it. I leered at the man. While he hadn’t yet noticed me, the women did.
“Hey! Girl!” one of them growled at me in a thick European accent.
Dyson and Dr. Wilcox turned towards me.
“Is everything all right, Ava?” Dr. Wilcox asked.
Ignoring the girl, I nodded, refocused on the task at hand, and walked in the direction of Dr. Wilcox to assist with the examination. Picking up Dyson’s folder from the exam table, I opened it and readied myself to take notes for Dr. Wilcox, refusing to look at Dyson.
After all, one look was all I needed to know he was physical perfection. Lean, muscular, not to mention the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen. 
This exam couldn’t get over fast enough.

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Sloan Storm is a verbally difficult, yet physically generous, writer who pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and the women who challenge them.

As such, power plays and passion are the heart of each and every story. The writer's creative tendencies may drift as the mood strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place... the polarizing difference between the sexes.

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