Sunday, October 30, 2016

✯Review✯Chasing the High by Beth Michele

Synopsis 

A M/M Contemporary Romance. 

Left at the altar. Dumped. Abandoned. Jilted.

That only happened in books. Fictional disasters like the kind I wrote. It wasn’t supposed to happen to me, Sam Stone. My life was supposed to be orderly. Organized. Perfect. 

But I had no control over my fiancé’s decision to leave me. 

What better place to be alone while nursing my broken heart than in paradise, right? Two weeks of sandy beaches and tranquil waters to quietly rethink my life.

That's what I thought anyway—until Drew Mariano came along and shook everything up. He shook me up.

He made me forget myself. And that was good.

He made me want to take chances. And that was hard.

He made me feel high on life. And that was amazing. 

But I was afraid…the higher I got…

the harder 

I was going

to fall…

This is a contemporary romance for readers eighteen and over due to graphic language and sexual content.


✯5 Chasing Beautiful Stars!!!

Whenever I get a new Beth Michele book nothing else seems to exist until I finish the book. Chasing the High was no different than all of her previous books I've read. The only difference from all her previous books was this is Beth's first M/M romance. Having read a bunch of them lately, you'd never know it was her first one.

Sam was on his way to Hawaii for his honeymoon and it should be the happiest time of his life. Except he's on his way alone. After his fiancé was  a no-show he figured he'd go without him. While on the flight he's seated next to a major jerk. He's beautiful. But, he's still a jerk. Luckily he only has to sit next to him on the flight.

While Sam is in Hawaii   he plans on working on his next book and relax. Or try too anyway. But, fate had something else planned. Mr.Yummy from the plane is there at the same hotel as him. He learns his name is Drew and is there BC he got dumped and needed to get away for  a bit.

They start spending time together. Drew is getting Sam to do things out of his comfort  zone that he'd never think of doing before. Sam is making Drew feel things he's never felt before. As much fun these two are having together, they are both hiding parts of themselves. 

Once their secret about being strictly into guys is out, man these two give into the attraction they have. OMG! These guys are super hot, explosive and perfect together. But,  as perfect as they might be they have their own set of baggage they always carry with them. It's up to them to stay, run away or fight to make it work.

As different as Sam and Drew's childhood was, it was also very similar. I absolutely loved this story. There's only one thing I want. More! Beth has such an incredible incredible way of making me and others connect with the characters and their emotions. And, this was no different. I'm hoping she's already writing her next book. BC, I'm waiting. 

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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

✯Cover and Chapter Reveal w/Giveaway✯Detoured By Love by Michelle Lynn




Title: Detoured by Love
Author: Michelle Lynn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Okay Creations
Release Date: November 10, 2016



Blurb

Carly Lincoln is just months away from claiming her overdue promotion. The plush corner office, the view, the prestige is finally within her grasp. She’s worked her entire life to make her dream, her reality. But when an unexpected boulder blocks her perfectly paved path, Carly is forced to reevaluate her goals.

Bryant Garrity is just months away from another season. Last year, the star quarterback crumbled to a mere mortal on the games biggest stage. The blood. The sweat. The tears. He’s back and ready to return to his spot among the elite. His sole focus is one last shot at glory. But the detour on the road ahead, might cause him to alter his route.

Love isn’t on either of their radars, but Carly and Bryant’s paths are about to collide.







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Chapter One

Carly

The sky is dark, and the air is quiet, except for the soft hum of the band playing at the resort. Nightly walks keep me sane in my job as a travel agent for corporations. After shuffling people off tour buses to ruins to swimming with the dolphins or scuba diving, my busy days end at five. Every night, I walk the shoreline of the ocean, letting the coolness of the water rise over my feet.

My phone rings in my pocket, and I slowly move off course, away from a couple holding hands. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and trudge through the sand.

“Hey, Riley,” I answer.

“I’m getting married!”

I press my finger against my free ear to hush the echo of crashing waves. My heart flutters out of my chest before it drops dead into its dark dungeon again, but not because my baby sister has decided to promise her love to only one. I couldn’t be happier for her and her now fiancé, Cameron. The problem is, my sister’s upcoming nuptials will put me face-to-face with my ex-fiancé, Dean. Worse, my guess is, Dean will be the best man, which means that I’ll be walking down the aisle with him after all.

Why, again, did I meddle in my sister’s life and introduce her to Dean’s best friend, Cameron, all those years ago? Oh, right, I had a sparkling ring on my left hand and believed in the happily-ever-after crap.

“That’s great, Riley.”

I’m happy for my sister and not even close to upset that she’s embarking on my mom’s and sister Renee’s designated path. Nope, because that ship sailed for me when I left my perfect fiancé at the altar of my childhood church. In the last three years, I haven’t regretted that decision. I mean, who wouldn’t want my life?

My job is more like vacation than work. Traveling to exotic islands with all expenses paid isn’t hard. Living two hundred days of the year with my toes wiggling in the sand is easy. Give me a break; no one’s life compares. I have no one to answer to. I have no one who expects things. I have no one to report to.

“So, you’ll be my maid of honor?” Her question yanks me back to our conversation, like an anchor to a cruise ship.

I was blissfully happy, leisurely sailing along the ocean, by myself.

Maid of honor?

“What about Sara? You two have been best friends since preschool.”

“Carly, she’s not my sister. Plus, all she cares about is planning the bachelorette party.”

Great, so I’ll be drinking out of a penis-shaped cup with a lit-up penis necklace adorning my neck and eating jelly candy–shaped penises. Fun times.

“I’m really okay with just being a bridesmaid. What about Renee? She’s done it before.”

Renee, my older sister, the one who married young, lives two streets over from my parents and buys my mom’s favorite grocery items when they go on sale. You know, she’s the favorite child.

I stop right before I reach the hotel and sit down. My toes dig their way through the small particles of sand. Did I mention I never pay for a pedicure?

“You don’t want to do it? Is this because of Dean?”

I scoff, my toes reaching the cold and damp layer of sand.

“No, that’s not an issue.”

“Carly,” she says my name slow, as though I’m going to admit I’d rather cut off my feet than walk down the aisle with Dean. There is a reason I didn’t do it the first time. “I know it’s hard, but I need my sister. Mom’s going to drive me crazy with her anal obsession of daily calendars, spreadsheets, and time-scheduling.”

I stare out to the moon reflecting down on the ocean. Seriously, people would kill for my life.

“Riley,” I sigh, hesitating longer, hoping she’ll relent and not push me toward standing up in her wedding.

“I ran interference for you.” The slight whine that must be built in the DNA of the youngest child rings in my ears.

Oh, she’s pulling the big guns.

“That’s different.”

“Different!” she screeches. “Carly, I had to walk down that aisle, ask the organist to stop playing, and tell everyone that the bride just sped off in the limo without the groom.”

She’s got me.

My back collapses into the sand. “Fine.” The entire word depletes my energy.

“You’re the best. I knew I could count on you. When will you get back to Chicago?”

I cup a handful of sand in my palm, letting it slither down my closed fist. This is going to suck. Big time.

“Three days.”

I hear the claps from her hands.

“Great. We need to start planning. Oh, I forgot to tell you the most important thing.” The whine in her voice fading.

“What?”

“I want a July wedding, like Mom and Dad.”

“Riley, it’s April.”

“Why do you think I need you to get back as soon as possible?”

Hearing her excitement over the line probably doesn’t compare to seeing her in person. I envision her wide smile and rosy complexion.

“You really love him, right?” I ask the question that no one cared to ask me three years ago.

“Carly,” she sighs, thinking my question has something to do with Dean.

It doesn’t because I did love him. He just didn’t love me enough.

“Answer the question. I want to hear it from your lips.” I stand up and brush the sand off my butt.

“Yeah.” Her sultry tone confirms what I already knew.

She’s found him, her one.

Cameron is nothing like Dean, and I have to remember that fact during their whirlwind wedding, especially since I’ll be thrown back into a room with him until July.

“You’re going to continue working for your master’s right?” I ask because my mom won’t.

“Yeah. Cameron said he’d support us until I graduated. Isn’t he the best?”

A better man than his best friend.
“Yeah, he is.” I catch a man sitting in the sand ahead of me.

His hoodie-covered head faces the ocean with his elbows propped up on his raised knees.

“Okay, I gotta go. I have to call Darla, Tina—”

“Stay on for just a second more,” I whisper so that the man who I’m fast approaching doesn’t overhear.

“Why? Why is your voice shaking?” Riley asks.

I shush her through the receiver.

“I hate that you travel by yourself so much.”

“I’m not by myself.”

“You are now. This is what Mom’s talking about, Carly. You have to settle—”

“Shh.”

I’m behind him, and my eyes watch him for any quick movements. He doesn’t even stir, like he has no idea he’s not alone on this beach. Once I’m a safe distance from him, my eyes fixate on the pier that goes back to the resort. My feet move faster, digging further into the sand to gain momentum.

“Okay, go call your friends,” I say.

“Carly, what was that?”

“Just some guy on the beach. I wanted to make sure someone could call the police if needed.”

With every new glow of a resort light in my view, another one of my body’s limbs relaxes.

“I worry about you,” she says.

“Oh, I’m fine. Go call your friends.”

“You’re safe now?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, love you. Call me when you get back.”

“Congratulations, Riley. I love you, too.”

I hang up and glance behind me. The suspecting male is in the same position. I look to the wooden stairs that lead me off the sand and to the resort and then back to the ocean one last time for tonight. How could anyone not love to stare at this every night or to fall asleep to the sound of crashing waves? My job should be on some newspaper article for the best career choice.

My barefoot steps on the wooden plank of the stair, and a scream echoes through the ominous air. My mind floods with horrific images, and I instantly glance to where that man was sitting.

Did he pass me up for his next victim?

Immediately, news images of vacation stories when young girls go missing flood my head. I’d be a worthless witness because I never saw the guy’s face. I mean, a gray sweatshirt isn’t really a clue to catching an abductor.

My stomach plummets when I find the spot on the sand empty. I whip around so fast that the tail of my ponytail hits my cheek. The man is sprinting toward a woman who’s waving her hands on the other side of the resort.

Wait, that bleach-blonde hair is familiar.

My eyes shoot out to the dark water. Two flailing arms are swishing the water back and forth.

“Help!” I scream to no one who’s immediately around me.

I sprint after the man, my feet sore from the friction of the sand.

He strips off his sweatshirt, revealing a back most men would envy. He doesn’t bother slipping out of his sandals and dives into the first wave that combats him. The foreign male swims toward whom I now recognize as my client Mr. Fuller.

By the time I reach Mrs. Fuller, I’m heaving for breath. One hand is clasped over her heart, and the other is over her mouth.

“Here.” I take one side of her expensive silk blouse to cover her bare breast.

She looks down. “Oh my God.” Even though her skin is a golden hue from her extended time in the Caribbean, a pink flushes her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, buttoning up.

“What are you sorry for? Loving your husband?”

She smiles briefly and turns her attention back to the ocean. The man has his arm around Mr. Fuller’s neck until he reaches the shallow area and can no longer swim. Picking Mr. Fuller up as though he’s a child, no muscle strain whatsoever, the man carries him over, placing him on the sand.

“Oh, Kevin!” Mrs. Fuller says, falling to her knees at her husband’s side.

Just then, the staff from the hotel rushes out to the beach with cases full of medical supplies.

Mr. Fuller coughs a few times, and the resort medical group assists him to roll over to his side.

The man stands idly behind everyone, catching his own breath. My eyes concentrate on the droplets of water dripping off the hard ridges of his muscles. His hair is dark, and it matches his features of his olive skin tone and a scruff that I assume is his vacation growth.

Most would collapse into the sand right next to Mr. Fuller, but this man appears unfazed from the exertion his body must have taken from swimming through a current and dragging at least two hundred pounds back with him.

As Mrs. Fuller is busy holding her husband’s hand and the medical group is concentrating on checking over Mr. Fuller, my eyes fixate on the man in front of me. This is what I imagine encountering one of the most beautiful people from those special edition magazines would be like. Even his crooked nose suits him better than if it were straight. A dangerous yet safe element surrounds him.

My vision awakens thoughts of him exhausting me in bed, only to cuddle me afterward. With that thought, my heart’s rhythm syncs with the fast beat of the steel drums echoing from the resort.

My eyes cast further down from his perfect abs, but a deep throat clearing interrupts me. My eyes fly back up to his face. The right side of his lips quirk up in the most egotistical smirk I’ve ever encountered on a man. Again, it fits him though. His confidence is sexy and appealing, and beads of sweat form across my hairline.

Straightening my shoulders, I pull the hem of my T-shirt down over my hips. I break the few feet between us, holding my hand out in front of me. “Thank you, sir.”

He studies my hand for a moment, wipes his own hand on his drenched shorts, and shakes mine, firm and quick, leaving a few pieces of wet sand on my palm. Nothing too meaningful, except for the zing of electricity up my arm.

“Hey.” His gruff and unapproachable voice makes me distance myself from him.

Once Mr. Fuller has sat up and appears to be okay, Mrs. Fuller springs to her feet. Rushing over to the man who has yet to give me his name, she tackles him, and he practically falls over— if the man built of bricks could actually collapse, that is.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she gushes.

He chuckles. “You’re welcome,” his husky voice says.

She steps back, straightening out her blouse that became wet from hugging Mr. Fuller.

“Oh my,” she fawns. She glances back to me, widening her eyes.

I shoot a smile to appease her, but she bugs them out more, nonverbally saying, Look at this man. I roll my eyes, silently telling her, Yeah, I’ve seen him, but unfortunately, he isn’t as pleasant as he looks.

She retracts her hand before it lands on his bicep. “We owe you.”

He shakes his head, little beads of water falling from his dark strands onto his shoulders. “No, ma’am. I’m glad your husband is okay.” He smiles, and an amazing mouthful of sparkling white teeth emerges.

My knees weaken.

“No, please. He could have drowned,” she continues.

Mr. Fuller slowly rises to his feet with the help of two medics. “I wouldn’t go that far, Marci.”

She leaves Mr. Lifeguard to help steady her husband. Once she swings her arm through his, he glances over to me and winks.

The two of them have been married for forty years. They’re empty nesters, except for their two poodles, Bella and Stella. They are one of those couples who can make critics like me believe in true love. Almost.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Mr. Fuller’s mouth hangs open.

He waves off the medics, and they slowly walk back up to the resort. His stunned eyes are set on the man who saved him, as though he’s a kid standing in front of his childhood hero.

The guy looks at me from the corner of his eye, and then he studies the sand at his feet.

Embarrassed?

“Bryant Garrity!” he exclaims.

Mrs. Fuller’s face matches Mr. Fuller’s excited tone of voice, as though she knows the man.

She sneaks a look my way. I can tell the name gives her no recollection. I shrug, having no idea who the hell Bryant Garrity is. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I don’t recall anyone by that name on this trip.

“Yes, sir,” he answers, stepping forward and holding out his strong, large hand.

“Holy shit. A Heisman Trophy winner as well as a first-round draft pick and pro-bowl quarterback of the Chicago Knights just saved my life?”

“Some might assume I was a bum about to assault you.” He glances over to me, winks his cocky eye, and then gives Mr. Fuller a firm handshake.

“No, who would ever think that?” Mrs. Fuller adds.

I feel myself shrinking into my body.

“You’d be surprised, ma’am.”

Again, his damn blue eyes sparkle my way, and suddenly, with the words that came out of his mouth, the tornado of lust that his looks whirled me in moments ago dies a still death.

“Please be our guest for dinner tomorrow night,” Mr. Fuller requests.

The guy, whom I guess I should refer to by name, Bryant, shakes his head. “Not necessary.”

“Please, Bryant, we’d like to thank you for saving—”

“His life,” Mrs. Fuller interjects.

That low chuckle easily leaves his throat once more. “Um…sure.”

Mr. Fuller looks over to me, and soon, all three of their sets of eyes are pinged right in my direction.

“Carly, can we make a reservation for a private party on the beach for four?”

I eye Bryant, who’s now holding his arms over his chest. I swear, he could squash a watermelon with those biceps.

“Of course, Mr. Fuller. I’ll call first thing in the morning.”

I pull out my phone to set a reminder to get that done before the day’s activities tomorrow.

“Don’t forget to block time for the dinner in your calendar, too, Carly.”

I look up, and Mr. Fuller’s eyebrows are raised in my direction.

“What?”

“You had help in rescuing me, too,” he continues.

Bryant huffs.

Asshole.

“Oh, not really.” I toss off any compliment of helping.

“No objections, Carly. You will not hole yourself up in that hotel room of yours for another night here.” He laughs as my mouth hangs open.

It’s like I’m thirteen again, and my mom just told a boy on the phone that I was in the bathroom. I’m fairly sure a professional quarterback never sits alone in his hotel room.

“Great.” I lean forward and place my hand on Mr. Fuller’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay, but I’d better get going. Call me if you need anything.” I flip my direction to Bryant. “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Garrity. Thank you for your heroic efforts in saving Mr. Fuller.”

I’m respectful and polite, right?

Bryant holds his hand out in front of me, his eyes squarely on me. “Have a nice night.” He pauses.

“Carly,” I bite out my name, not allowing myself to be discouraged that Mr. Fuller said my name no less than three times in the last five minutes.

“I’m wondering what your last name is.”

The two of our hands are slowly moving up and down.

“Lincoln,” I say.

He shoots me what I assume is his winning touchdown smile, and damn if my stomach doesn’t feel like a roaring stadium.

“Have a nice night, Mrs. Lincoln.”

I let go of his hand, and he chuckles again.

Seriously, what is wrong with this man?

“It’s Miss,” Mrs. Fuller corrects him.

I roll my eyes, earning another damn chuckle. Is there nothing this man won’t laugh at?

“Oh, here I thought, you holed yourself up in your room because you missed your husband.”

“You’ve got it all wrong. Our Carly is as single as they come.”

I choke on my own air. Seriously, Mrs. Fuller?

He tucks his hands into the wet pockets of his shorts, the shorts currently hanging off those sculpted hips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

I move to pass him, and my toe hits something hard in the sand, catapulting me forward. Wanting to stop myself, I have no choice but to grab ahold of him. His hands instantly grip mine, and I fall into his strong, muscled arms.

Damn him and his mouthwatering body.

“I gotcha,” he says softly.

For a moment, I stare into his eyes, believing him.

Quickly, I straighten my body with his assistance of placing me back on my two feet.

“Have a good night,” I mumble, wanting to bend down to pick up the flashlight the medics left behind and chuck it into the ocean.

I sidestep him and try to hold up any dignity I have left as I disappear to the resort.



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Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.  She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write.   With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends.  But after chasing around two kindergarteners all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed. 


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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

✯Release Review w/Giveaway✯Dirty Love by Kimberly Blalock




Title: Dirty Love
Author: Kimberly Blalock
Genre: Contemporary Romance   
 Release Date: October 25, 2016



Blurb

In the light of darkness is an undeniable need to run, disappear, slither away only barely scraping by with hope that maybe just maybe, there's a way of escape.
My name is Oliva Basari. I escaped one hell only to be trapped inside another, darkness and fear seething through my veins and invading my every thought.
A new city, a new job, a new persona and then.... I fell in lust, I fell in love…hell, I just fell.
From the darkness my alter ego became real, I was Tess, the stirring of someone or something else burning in my gut until she was all there was.
I didn't fear what would happen if remorse knocked on my door nor did I fear the lustful way I stalked them, preyed upon them—the ones that couldn't have me, the ones who wished they could taste me—I was their darkness until I met one very tall, dark, and forbiddingly handsome Mr. Black. He hated me watching with darkness in his tormented eyes. He scared me, intimidated me, and left me questioning my own sanity.


Until he didn't.

He was the one thing I let myself submit too, his touch, the way he slid his knuckles across my flesh, igniting a dangerous spark inside of me.
In the end, we're all captured souls waiting for release or the escape from our own maniacal thoughts.
In the end, we are all prisoners of the flesh.



✯3.5 Dirty Stars!!!

Olivia works as a stripper. But, when she's up on stage she's not Olivia she's Tess. Olivia is in relationship that's not the greatest. She thinks her boss Mr. Liam Black hates her. The looks alone give it away. Little does she know Liam is madly in love with her. He knows things about her that she doesn't even know.

Then one night Olivia's life changed. She walks in on her boyfriend screwing someone else. She throws them out. Next thing she knows Liam is showing up at her place minutes before the cops show up. 

Olivia feels safe with Liam. Liam is promising to take care of her and make sure he'll handle everything. Liam is keeping a huge secret from Olivia. I mean HUGE. I didn't even see it.This novella ended with some f*cked up heart stopping ending. This is my first read from Kimberly Blalock. It won't be my last 








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She slept with blankets slipping from her taut body. I inhaled deeply as my dick ached to be inside of her tight pussy. I didn’t actually know what her pussy felt like… Was it soft, delectable, electric, and glorious? I imagined all of those possibilities and intended on finding out soon, but I wasn’t ready yet. I needed her to come to me. To beg me for it before I could give her everything that I couldn’t stop thinking about.

I slid my hand inside of my nightstand drawer retrieving the lube I’d used on the woman the night before. They were covetous, egocentric, and contemptuous. Nothing that interested me. It rather disinterested me, actually. Olivia was the exact opposite of those women, a contradiction of everything they stood for.

I unbuttoned my jeans and sagged against the chair that had the best view of her bed. Of course, I’d arranged it that way. Her ass was so fucking perfectly round, tight, and juicy. Nothing could possibly be as good as that ass. I was sure of it, and I intended on finding out soon enough.

I pulled my pants down to lay across my thick thighs and untucked my cock from my briefs. The slippery lube slid out of the bottle and melted against my heated hand. Her body shifted slowly as my hand dipped against my flesh. I stilled, waiting to see if she’d wake up this time. She’d been on edge lately, not sleeping well. It’d been pretty fucking obvious she’d been having a difficult time with something. I shrugged off the thought. I’d wanted to fix whatever was wrong, comfort her, fuck her until her problems were mere memories from a past before me or very thin memories that popped like bubbles do in the sunlight. But I’d remain a circumspect observer, for now.

Her body turned just as my hand landed on my hot, thick, pulsing cock. I squeezed, gripping the skin down my shaft… hard. A deep-seated moan reverberated from my throat. It felt so fucking relishable… gratifying. My cock jerked from the sensations it was experiencing. Her tits bounced into position… the position of foreplay among lovers. Nipples hard and round, perky and wanting, waiting for my tongue to flick across the hardened flesh in heated arousal. She adjusted from her stomach to her back, completing her task in search of comfort. Ironic really, that here at this moment she’d seemed extroverted, willing to be free when in reality she was demure. Well, unless she was dancing, but that was only a few hours a night. And I wouldn’t allow myself that opening to taste her flesh. Not yet.

“Ah fuck!” I moaned, the sound feral. I lived alone, and no one could hear me and fuck it if they could, I didn’t care.

My strokes became tight, stroking the entire length of my cock. Cum slipped out of the head as I smothered the silkiness of my arousal across the thin, sensitive flesh. I jacked off to her perfect fucking body.

Her hand crossed her chest, and I imagined she was touching herself there while I licked her pussy, sweeping my tongue against the nub bringing her to ecstasy.

I’d dreamt about that for a long fucking time. One year to be exact. She’d moved into the apartment across from mine with her friend. Her boyfriend moved in just a few months later. Fucking asshole is never there, and he fucks like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Probably doesn’t, to be honest. Little prick has a small ass cock, too. If he came even a tiny bit close to getting her off, I’d rock her fucking world. When I finally take her in every way imaginable, I will do just that.

My strokes became shorter, tighter, faster as I watched her tight body. I imagined her full lips wrapped around my cock sucking hard, harder. Her tongue would flick across the head lapping up my cum into her hot mouth; she’d smile as she squeezed me roughly, begging for more of me to seep into her mouth. She’d suck me the hardest I’d ever been sucked.

“Oh fuck!” Cum shot from the head of my dick. “Fucking shit, Olivia!” I yelled her name as I pulsed against my palm.

Just as I cleaned myself, her jackoff boyfriend arrived stripping his clothes off as he snuck into bed like a predator, opening his mouth ready to take her. My fists slammed into the wall next to the window. It left a large, round hole that I’d deal with later.

My mind raced. I wanted to go over to her apartment and rip him out of her bed. I wanted to kill him. If he didn’t get a fucking clue, I was going to do just that. And soon!

I got plenty of pussy. Shit, where I worked, it was thrown at my cock in groves, but I wanted Olivia Basari. Only Olivia. When I fucked someone, she was the only face I saw. Her sweet lips sucking me off until I came in her sweet fuckable mouth.

Convenient for me, I’d get to see that face and body every day and night. She was a dancer at Epic, the strip club I owned. She worked for me, but it wasn’t enough. I want to own every inch of her. I’ve kept my thoughts to myself. No one knew how I felt, and they sure as fuck didn’t know the malevolent thoughts that infiltrated my mind. Funny really, infiltrate makes it sound as though I didn’t want the thoughts there. As though I’d set up a road block of sorts keeping them away, but in fact, I’d caressed every single one of them. I lured them in with the tips of my fingers promising jewels of satisfaction.

I watched her from the two-way window in my office while she danced for the scum of the city. I pretended that she was dancing exclusively for me. I fucked while I watched her from that window. The girls didn’t have a clue what I was doing when I had them bent over gripping their flesh into my hands. All they wanted was the orgasm they’d get whether I tried to give it or not. Sometimes I did. I loved pussy. It was only Olivia’s I was thinking of when I sucked on their clits, however. Slipping my fingers inside their wet, dripping, pulsating pussies brought cry after cry from their dirty mouths.

I stripped my clothes and showered. I’d see her at work in an hour. I couldn’t watch that fucker touch her any longer.

She was mine.





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Kimberly is an International Bestselling author and has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing have always been a big part of her life. She enjoys the world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her handcuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.

Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?

When Kimberly isn’t writing she is playing superhero for her children.



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Monday, October 24, 2016

✯Release Review w/Giveaway✯Credo(Scars of the Wraiths #3) by Nashoda Rose

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Book Title: Credo (Scars of the Wraiths, #3) 
Author: Nashoda Rose 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 
Release Date: October 24, 2016 
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions


book blurb

New York Times & USA Today Best Selling Author Nashoda Rose brings a fresh twist to the paranormal romance world with 'the Scars'.

An unrequited love.
A tortured past.
An unbreakable bond.

Their love was well-known throughout the immortal world.
The powerful Taldeburu Waleron and his Delara.
But tragedy struck and tore them apart for years. One believing the other was dead.

When fate finally brings them back together again it isn’t kind.
It’s cruel and testing. Sacrificial.

Because love has no remorse for its victims.
It doesn’t give you options.
And it won’t be stopped.

This is Waleron and Delara’s story.
It’s not pretty and it’s not kind.
But it's theirs.

A band of fierce warriors walk in the shadows of the human world with capabilities derived from the senses: Trackers, Sounders, Healers, Tasters, Visionaries and the rare Reflectors. They are known as the ‘Scars.

Scars of the Wraiths Series (Must be read in order)
Stygian (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 1)
Tyrant (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 2)
Credo (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 3) Oct/2016
Take (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 4) Standalone


✯5 Maitagarri Stars!!!

Finally!! I been waiting for Delara and Waleron's  story from the very beginning of this series.    I knew their story was going to be explosive and I was so right. Nashoda Rose did an excellent job at telling their story from the very beginning while adding the other Scar's stories in as well.

Waleron and Delara fell hard for each other instantly. Scars feel their emotions a thousand times stronger than humans. Scars fight to keep humans safe. Walton is a Taldeburu and a well respected one at that. He takes his oath of looking after the Scars seriously. It's why he made sure Delara was trained right.

When Waleron is taken by the Lilacs he was kept hidden and tortured for 60yrs. Delara was left thinking he was dead. Which in turn a part of her died. They didn't care if they died. It was the love they had for each other that made them fight to stay alive. But, when Delara was in desperate need of help Waleron is able to get out to save Delara.

Their reunion is short-lived BC Waleron takes his role as head of his Taldeburu he won't pursue Delara. They stay away from each other for 20yrs. Just watching from afar. Delara becomes friends and at times friends with benefits with the Taldeburu from Spain, Xamien. Xamien I wanna piece of. I really wish he'd get a book ;)

After 20yrs of them barely surviving Delara's life is at risk again. Waleron is livid BC he knew this was going to happen. He'll do whatever it takes to save her.  Except he doesn't want to loose Delara again. The only time these two are really living and breathing is when they're together. This time they'll fight together and do whatever it takes to stay together.

I absolutely love this series. Between the people, their powers and all the love/hate going on. I never knew what was going to happen next. Walton and Delara have been  a mystery to me since the beginning.  Nashoda answered all things Waleron and Delara. I just wish Jedrik and Xamien were getting a book.



excerpt

Excerpt: Copyright © 2016 by Nashoda Rose

“Maitagarri, what was that?” I chuckled, shaking my head. She’d tried to distract me by brushing her hand over my cock just before she crouched and swept her leg out to land me on my ass.

She ended up flat on her back with me straddling her pelvis, her wrists locked above her head.

“It’s not fair. I’ve never won a fight. So, I’m using what I have available to me.”

Delara’s skin glistened with sweat and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted. We practiced every morning whenever I stayed with her at the Talde house which, unfortunately, wasn’t as often as I liked. But Delara knew right from the beginning what our relationship would be like. Especially after spending a year apart.

“You want to win, baby then you need to be better.” I smirked. “There’s no point in me letting you win.”

She moaned, closing her eyes. “There is. I’d be happier.”

I tightened my hold on her wrists and leaned over her. “You’re not happy, maitagarri?”

Her eyes opened and she ran her tongue over her lower lip. Fuck, the little wench. My cock jerked and strained against my pants. I never thought a woman could weave her way into my heart, and Delara hadn’t, she’d slammed into it and made herself at home.

She was my home.

I moved around so often, I’d never had a place I called home until her. But it wasn’t a place, it was wherever she was. We were tied together and whenever I left the rope tightened making it difficult to breathe without her.

And when I returned to her there was an undeniable elation. A freedom that I’d never experienced before.

“I’d be happier if you kissed me right now—and even more so if you didn’t have to leave in the morning.” She struggled against my hold on her wrists. “Let me go. I want to touch you.”

“Break my hold and I will give you what you want.”

A snort emerged from her throat and I grinned. She was stubborn as hell and I loved that about her. She never stopped trying to defeat me no matter how many times I put her on her ass. I suspected one day she’d be one of the best Scar warriors we had.

I intended on her being one. Because no matter how much I wanted to protect her, the reality was she had to protect herself and she was fierce and determined enough to do that. She was one of the youngest Scars to ever join a Talde as many trained for years prior to being accepted into one.

Her lips parted and her eyes smoldered with desire as she wiggled her hips, grinding my cock into her. I’d already fucked her several times today, but she was irresistible and I could fuck her a million times and never be done with her.

“Waleron. I need you inside me again,” she whispered.

The way her tongue rolled over my name was the most erotic sound. I’d grown up with a bitch mother who was one of the first Scars, and was accustomed to my name sounding harsh and cruel as she berated me for everything I did. Nothing was good enough for her and she constantly reminded me of why I was on this Earth and how everything could be taken away if I ever swayed from my purpose.

Delara was unexpected. It took that year apart before I was able to convince myself that no matter my purpose here, she was now a part of that.

I ran my hands down her forearms, while using my weight to keep her immobile. Then I lowered and kissed her neck, teeth nibbling then tongue sliding over the silky surface. Her pulse throbbed as I took my time tasting her, enjoying the slight hitches in her breath and her struggle to touch me.

And I wanted her to touch me, but not yet. “Stay still, maitagarri,” I growled against her neck so my voice vibrated on her skin.

She relaxed for a second and then flung her right thigh into my hip to dislodge me. I’d been expecting her to make a move. She never gave up easily.

“You have to do better than that,” I drawled.

She pursed her lips. “I hate you.”

“You win a fight without emotions, maitagarri.”

“How am I supposed to do that with you on top of me?”

“I never said it was easy.” I grasped her nipple with my teeth through her shirt and tugged. She renewed her fight, yanking on her arms and wiggling her body like a snake. But there was no chance she’d escape my hold.

I clasped her wrists in one hand then slid my fingertips down between her breasts to her abdomen then slowly lifted her shift so it was bunched up around her waist. “You’re thinking about what I’m doing to your body instead of how to win.”

The tension left her body and she looked up at me. “Waleron?”

“Mmm,” I murmured while I slid my hand under the lace of her panties. She was so damn wet and I nearly ripped off the scrap of material and sank my throbbing cock inside her.

But I thrived off my control.

And so did she.

“Don’t ever leave me. I won’t survive that.”

My hand on her sex stilled. I released her wrists, but she kept her arms above her head while I ran my thumb over her plush lower lip. “You’ll survive whatever you need to, Delara. Any way you can. But know that leaving you will never be my choice.”

meet the author


Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She writes romance with a splash of darkness. When she isn't writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading or writing with her dog at her side, while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction--books.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

✯Review✯Rush(Carolina Bad Boys #5) by Rie Warren

Synopsis

Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars . . . I’m the most unsuitable dude for pretty girl-next-door Shiloh Lockhart. 

MAX HANDSOME RUSH
I’m the black sheep of the Rush family, cut off from the bourbon distillery dynasty. Shrug. They didn’t approve of the high-octane rap sheet of arrests marring my pretty boy, prep school upbringing. Hot girls, hot cars, and time behind bars for illegal street racing—what can I say? Speed is in my blood.

Now I’ve cleaned up. I’m being good. I’ve got my own plans, and they for damn sure don’t include Shiloh Lockhart. Shy. The goddamn classic girl next door. She shows up out of the clear blue, turning all the MC dudes into drooling manwhores. But not me. I’ve got too much to lose to risk falling for a perfect girl like her. 

When Shy’s overprotective folks tell her I’m bad news, they’re right. But come to find out she’s already endured more than her fair share of shit-gone-bad in her life, and she’s convinced I won’t make it any worse. Shy couldn’t be more wrong. 

SHILOH LOCKHART
I haven’t seen Max since he got kicked out of the Rush family home years ago. Now I’m determined to get back in touch with the boy I used to crush on growing up. They call him Handsome at the motorcycle club he belongs to, and I can see why. The long dark brown hair. The smoldering whiskey-colored eyes. The sculpted face and big muscled body. 

Too bad he’s intent on treating me like a kid sister. Hmm. We’ll see how long that lasts, because to squash this schoolgirl crush I need to be with Max just once . . . turns out one taste of Rush isn’t enough. 

My situation is life threatening, but what he’s hiding is even more dangerous. Too late. Rush is already in my blood.



✯5 Handsome Stars!!!

Finally Rie has given us the newest Carolina Bad Boys and his name is Max "Handsome" Rush. This series was the beginning of my love with Rie. She's given us 2 spin-offs from this series. The Bad Boys of Retribution and Bad Boys of X-Ops are part of an incredible series.

Max "Handsome" Rush has been on his own since his parents  couldn't take him getting into trouble anymore. They gave him an envelope full of money and a "Get Lost" note. 

Since then Max has kept the money in the envelope and never touched it. He can't wait to shove it back in his parents face. Max has found a new family full of brothers at the MC. He works at Josh Stone's shop and loves it. But, he's saving his money to open his business.

Max's past comes walking into his life one night at the bar. His kid sister's best friend Shiloh better known as Shy to him. But, she's all grown up and not shy. 

Shiloh hasn't had it easy since Max as been gone. But, she's doing better and wants to live her life by her rules. She knows what its like to live like tomorrows not coming. Shiloh wants the guy they call Handsome. So what if she has to make him jealous for him to make his move lol.

These two are hot together! They're also brave, caring, funny and loving together. Just as these two have almost got it all somebody from Max's past comes back from him. They'll do whatever it takes to get Max to do it. Including using Shiloh to get Max to do it. Except Max has his MC family backing him up. 

I absolutely loved this book. Rie always gives me a book that has everything in it. Romance, erotic, suspense, laughter, tearjerker, hopeful caring stories. All the guy are in it ad they're just as I remembered. I'm hoping Rie changes her mind about Tail's book being the last in this series. 


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