Monday, June 27, 2016

Spotlight: Dazed Bullet (Scarred Bullet #1) by Serena Kearney

Dazed Bullet
Scarred Bullet #1
Serena Kearney
June 26, 2016
Self-Published

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I have a temper. I’m angry. That’s a given.

How I take it out? At my job in the boxing room of our gym. I’ve spent over a year trying to harness it, but I wasn’t by myself.

Almost every night, like clockwork, he’s there on one side and I’m at the other. He is big, rugged, but handsome.

He’s also scary. Silent. Deadly.

When I hear the name Bullet, you would think I would have gone running in the other direction.

I didn’t. I should.

He has a past.
He has secrets. Danger. Pain. Sorrow.



“Spar?” Wow. I’ve never actually done this. “You want me to hit you?” I pointed to him. 
He crossed his arms. “Don’t worry, I can take a hit.” He smirked. 
“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” I gave a small laugh. 
“Are you scared of me?” He tilted his head slightly. 
Yes. “No.” I cleared my throat. 
“Look, I’m not going to go full-force on you, because obviously, I could just break you.” He pointed up and down my body. “I already know you can handle yourself, but it’s about having control and defending yourself properly, especially from someone tw—” his eyes roamed me again as he paused “—three times your size.”  
I rolled my eyes. 
“Now, we’ll start off slow, get you used to it.” He got in his boxing stance, and so did I. “Now, I’m going to throw three jabs at you, and you’re going to block, okay?” 
I nodded. His fists went flying at my arm as I held it up, the first two weren’t bad, but the last one stung hard on my forearm, but I took it. 
“Did that hurt?” 
Yes. “No.” 
His eyes flinched like he knew I was lying. “Again.” When he punched, he took in breaths through his nose and let out three sharp grunts. It took my mind somewhere else in the bedroom… until the three hits stung so hard on my arms, but I gritted my teeth and took it. “Did that hurt?” 
Fuck yes. “No.” 
He let out a big sigh and put his arms down as he stood straight. “Listen, the thing about sparring, it’s about control and trust.” I swallowed. “If you aren’t honest with each other, it’s not safe for either of you. Sparring is a relationship. You have to be honest, and I know those hits hurt, because even though I was holding back, I know my hits and I wasn’t gentle.” 
Nothing like being caught in my own lies. “Okay, fine.” I sighed. 
He got back in his stance and threw the same hits at me again. “Now, did that hurt?” He watched me and was staring me down. 
“Yes.” I sighed. 
“Good.”


I love to write! I LOVE to read! Sometimes I have to balance it out... No. Don't read that... write...but then if the book calls to me, I have to stop writing to finish the book....HA! Go figure!  I love green tea in the mornings....yes tea... not coffee... tea. Don't get me wrong, I love coffee too.....BUT I LOVE tea waaaay more!  I love straws... don't judge, but I just have to have a straw when I drink things...I don't know why.

I love CAKES! Red velvet...mmmm.... Chocolate too! Cookies..... ok gotta stop or I'm gonna make myself hungry.  I love animals, especially my cat, Bongo-Bongo... yes... I love double names too.  And of course, last, BUT NOT least, my wonderful soul of a mate husband... yeah, I said it... soul mate... husband.  But hey, I still can swoon over book boyfriends!!


Saturday, June 25, 2016

Review: Heartbreakers and Heroes, novellas from Codi Gary, T.J. Kline, and Hayson Manning

"Not everyone feels trapped by the place they grew up." - Ashlynn Marks (How to be a Heartbreaker)

Heartbreakers and Heroes
Authors: Virginia Nelson, Jennie Marts, Carmen Falcone, Veronica Forand, Codi Gary, Christine Glover, T.J. Kline, Jodi Linton, Sharla Lovelace, Michelle Major, Hayson Manning, Heather Long
Release Date: June 21, 2016
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Get your hands on twelve sexy heartbreakers and heroes, a brotherhood bound by their troubled youth. A tragedy reminds them of the mentor who taught them all the rules to become a man. But some of them haven't been following the rules...

These twelve new novellas from USA Today bestsellers and your favorite contemporary authors are sure get your pulse racing and heart pounding.

HIDING WITH THE HEARTBREAKER by USA Today bestseller by Virginia Nelson 
Rule: Protect the innocent.
Making people laugh for a living is easy, but when a beautiful stranger needs Aloysius Sutton's help, he has to find a way to become Jude's hero.

HOW TO UNBREAK A HEART by USA Today bestseller Jennie Marts
Rule: If you love her, don't let her go.
Solitary cowboy, Trip Turner finally has a chance to correct the mistakes he made when he let the woman he loved walk out of his life twelve years ago. But now that Bre Wilson is back, will he be able to unbreak her heart?

SECOND CHANCE HERO by Michelle Major
Rule: A real man doesn't build himself up by tearing someone else down.
Travis Jackson might not be the white knight Hailey Moore needs, but he'll risk his future to win her heart.

HOMETOWN HEARTBREAKER by Heather Long
Rule: A real man always puts his best foot forward.
Zeke always planned to steal her heart, but she left him on base. It’s the bottom of the ninth, and Charity is up to bat. Can she tell her two-all stars the truth or will a foul end her best chance?


HERO IN DISGUISE by Sharla Lovelace
Rule: A real man doesn't buy respect, he earns it.
Billionaire playboy Jake Jericho thinks he has it all, until one phone call reminds him otherwise. Can one week in disguise reform this trust fund playboy, or will his deception destroy the only real love he's ever known?

HER HEARTBREAKER BOSS by Carmen Falcone
Rule: Never leave your woman unsatisfied.
Can Stefano and Roxie resist the heat flaring between them or will working together force them to face their rocky past and give them the happily ever after they deserve?

HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER by Codi Gary
Rule: A real man never kisses and tells.
When an A list actor returns to his hometown, old wounds and fresh gossip emerge... along with a second chance at love, if he's brave enough to stick around.

REFORMING THE HEARTBREAKER by Christine Glover
Rule: A real man never breaks a woman's heart.
Can Olympic mountain bike champion Ryder Bennett and his public relations rep Addison Carrington keep things professional between them this time around, or will they risk a sexy scandal for a chance at love?

HER UNWANTED HERO by Veronica Forand
Rule: A real man always helps someone in need... he may be the only one who does.
A disenchanted police officer must choose between keeping a woman's affection or keeping her alive.

ONCE A HEARTBREAKER by T.J. Kline
Rule: A real man never lies, especially to a woman.
Ty Preston ran out on the woman he loved twelve years ago, but now he's back to prove he's a changed man. However, Rayne can't risk getting her heart broken by the cowboy again.

MAKE MINE A HEARTBREAKER by Jodi Linton
Rule: A real man never falls for his friend's sister... ever.
She's about to change this playboy's rule book.

TUTORING THE HEARTBREAKER TO LOVE by Hayson Manning
Rule: A real man never touches the hired help.
Can Savannah teach serial heartbreaker Walker to be domesticated in ten days and convince them that maybe they can have s shot at a 'them' or can Walker convince Savannah there can be a 'them' on his terms only?


For this review, I will only be talking about the three novellas in the Heartbreaks and Heroes box set that I have read at this point. I will continue to review the novellas should I read more in the future... I will say this, though. I love that the novellas are all connected by a youth camp that each of the twelve heroes attended years prior. That connection gives the reader a bit more background information without taking up too much time in each of the novellas. It also makes the box set more cohesive and it flows better from novella to novella. If I do have the opportunity to read the remaining novellas, I will definitely pick it up again. Until then, here are my thoughts on How to be a Heartbreaker by Codi Gary, Once a Heartbreaker by T.J. Kline, and Tutoring the Heartbreaker to Love by Hayson Manning.

To me, novellas fall into two categories: novellas I wish were longer and novellas that have the perfect length. Codi Gary's How to be a Heartbreaker has the humor and sexiness that I love with her books, I just wish it was longer so I could spend more time with Bash and Ashlynn. They were funny and adorable together. The build-up towards their reconciliation was perfect. It wasn't rushed and the characters were able to explore their feelings. However, I felt the ending was a bit rushed, which was another reason why I wanted it to be longer. Fun novella in a new setting, one that I hope Codi explores again in future books.

There is just something about a hero that comes home just to win over his heroine. In T.J. Kline's Once a Heartbreaker, Ty Preston is on a mission to prove how much he loves Rayne. His determination was sexy as hell. Rayne is a strong, independent woman that worked hard to get where she's at. I loved that both characters were not afraid of challenges, whether it be in their relationship or in another aspect of their lives. What I loved most about this novella was how it re-introduced me to the author's writing. I've read T.J.'s books before, but I'm a bit behind in her newest series. Okay, I'm a lot behind... After reading this novella, it just made me want to go back into the worlds she created and I hope to pick up her books again.

Tutoring the Heartbreaker to Love was my first time reading Hayson Manning. I must say... I'm hooked. I loved that Walker wants to make things better for Savannah while trying to insert himself into her life. That annoys Savannah to no end, but although she wouldn't willingly admit this, it does take a weight off her shoulders and allows her breathe a bit easier for once. I loved how Savannah doesn't dance around her desire for Walker. She wants him, even if it is for only two weeks. Hayson's writing style is sexy and fun. There were some lines that had me rolling (i.e. cock insurance). The fast pace was quick enough to move the romance along, but didn't feel rushed. I definitely look forward to checking out more of Hayson's works in the future.


Hayson Manning writes fun and flirty romances with spicy flavor. She loves Princess Bride, hates peas and believes wine goes with everything.


Sharla Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of sexy small-town love stories, including the exciting new Heart Of The Storm series. She's proud to say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a tricked-out golf cart, and two crazy dogs.


A Golden Pen winner in romantic suspense, Veronica Forand is an attorney and a novelist. An avid traveler, she loves to roam across continents with her husband and kids in pursuit of skiing, scuba diving, and finding the perfect piece of chocolate.


Books for sale. Snark for free. Virginia Nelson is the USA Today Bestselling author of The Penthouse Prince.


Christine Glover is a Linda Howard Award of Excellence winner and the author of sensual, sizzling, and emotional romances. When she's not writing you can find her cooking gourmet food and desperately seeking a corkscrew.


Michelle Major is the best selling, award winning author of over a dozen sweet and sexy contemporary romances. 


Carmen Falcone writes sexy, edgy, emotional romance. She's addicted to happy endings, sunshine and Ryan Gosling. For more info, please visit www.carmenfalcone.com.

Jodi Linton writes sexy westerns and edgy contemporary romances. She loves cocky heroes and has a cowboy boot addiction.


USA TODAY Best-selling author Jennie Marts loves to make readers laugh as she weaves stories filled with love, friendship, and intrigue. She’s addicted to Diet Coke, adores Cheetos, and believes you can’t have too many books, shoes, or friends.


National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. 


Codi Gary writes contemporary romances with laughs, grand-gestures, and blush-worthymoments. She loves swoon-worthy heroes and has a major Hulu addiction.


T.J. Kline writes sexy, contemporary romance that will make you laugh, cry and feel all the emotions in between. When she's not writing you can find her laughing hysterically with her family or chasing around her menagerie of animals in Northern California. 


Friday, June 24, 2016

Spotlight: Chasing Lady Amelia (Keeping Up with the Cavendishes #2) by Maya Rodale

Chasing Lady Amelia
Keeping Up with the Cavendishes #2
Maya Rodale
June 28, 2016
Avon

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In the second novel of Maya Rodale’s enchanting Keeping Up with the Cavendishes series, an American heiress finds her reputation—and heart—in danger when she travels to London and meets a wickedly tempting rake...

Terribly Improper

Lady Amelia is fed up with being a proper lady and wishes to explore London, so one night she escapes . . . and finds herself in the company of one Alistair Finlay-Jones. He’s been ordered by his uncle to wed one of the American girls. How lucky, then, that one of them stumbles right into his arms!

Totally Scandalous

Alistair and Amelia have one perfect day to explore London, from Astley’s Amphitheater to Vauxhall Gardens. Inevitably they end up falling in love and making love. If anyone finds out, she will be ruined, but he will win everything he’s ever wanted.

Very Romantic

When Amelia finds out Alistair has been ordered to marry her, he must woo her and win back the angry American girl. But with the threat of scandals, plural, looming . . . will he ever catch up to the woman he loves?

“Ah, Lady Nansen. Lord Nansen!” The duchess and her charges paused before a couple that looked just like all the others Amelia had been introduced to: they were of an indeterminate middle age, decked in an array of brightly colored silks and satins, and honestly, a bit jowly and gray. 
“I haven’t yet introduced you to my nephew and nieces.” 
“And we have been dying to make their acquaintance,” Lady Nansen said, fanning herself furiously. “The ton has spoken of nothing else.” 
The duchess performed the introductions. Upon meeting James, the new duke, fawning ensued. 
Everyone fawned over James these days—but then when his back was turned they whispered about how his father was a horse thief and that James had been raised in the stables and how tragic it was that Durham was now in his hands. 
“And Lady Claire.” 
Amelia watched as they took in Claire’s spectacles and her distracted, impatient demeanor. She had not mastered the slightly vacant look of a simpering miss and with a brain as sharp as hers, never would. Amelia watched as Lady Nansen decided that Claire would never be an “incomparable,” or whatever they called the popular girls of the ton, and flitted her attention to the next sister. 
“Lady Bridget.” 
Amelia watched as her middle sister glided into an elegant curtsy. The duchess beamed. Lady Nansen judged. 
“Your practicing is paying off,” Amelia murmured. She’d caught Bridget curtsying in front of the mirror in the ballroom for an hour last Thursday. 
“Do shut up, Amelia,” Bridget said through gritted teeth. Unlike the other Cavendish siblings, 
Bridget actually cared about fitting in here. She was obsessed with learning and following the rules. 
“And Lady Amelia.” She gave a smile somewhere between gargoyle and simpering miss, but perhaps more on the gargoyle side of the spectrum. 
“You must have your hands full, Duchess, trying to make so many matches.” 
“It does give one something to do all day,” the duchess replied, with a tight-lipped smile that Amelia dubbed the One Where I Am Smiling Even Though I Hate What You Just Said. “But I do have every confidence that they will make splendid matches. In fact, I have someone special in mind for Lady Amelia this evening.” 
The duchess beamed at her charges, as if they hadn’t been foiling her every effort to marry them off. Amelia began to dread meeting “someone special.” 
“I say, Duke,” Lord Nonesuch or whatever began, “do you have an opinion on any of the horses running Ascot?” 
The lords always asked James for his opinion on which horse would win a race, so they might win a wager. And then they turned around and made snide remarks about his experience raising and training horses—as if he were beneath them because of this knowledge. Even though he now outranked them. 
“I do,” James said, smiling easily. 
“Don’t suppose you’d tell a friend who you think will be the winner?” Lord Nansen or Nancy said jovially, with a wink and a nudge. 
“I might,” James replied. 
This was a conversation he’d had before and Amelia had begged him to do something nefarious, like deliberately suggest a losing horse. But James refused and just smiled like he knew the winner and never said a word. 
“I suppose you’re going to build up Durham’s stables,” his lordship said. 
“Nansen, he doesn’t have time for horses,” his wife said in that exasperated way of wives. “He must find a bride first.” 
The duchess beamed, an I-told-you-so smile. 
Then Lady Nansen turned and fixed her attentions on Amelia. Her fan was beating at a furious pace. 
“And Lady Amelia, have you found any suitors you care for?” 
“After having met nearly all of England’s finest young gentlemen, I can honestly say that no, I have not found any suitors that I could care for,” Amelia said. “But I do have a new appreciation for spinsterhood. In fact, I think it sounds like just the thing.” 
Just the thing was a bit of slang she had picked up. Sticking forks in her eye was just the thing (but only with the good silver!). Flustering old matrons with an honest and direct statement was just the thing. 
Lady Nansen stared at her a moment, blinking rapidly as she tried to process what Amelia had just said. 
“Well your sister seems to have snared the attentions of Darcy’s younger brother,” she said, evidently disregarding Amelia and focusing on Bridget, the one who cared about fitting in and finding suitors. 
“Are Lord Darcy and Mr. Wright here tonight?” Bridge asked eagerly. Too eagerly. “I haven’t seen them.” 
“It’s not a party without Darcy,” Amelia quipped. 
Darcy spent the majority of every social engagement standing against the wall, glowering at the company, refusing to dance, and begging the question of why he even bothered to attend. 
But that was neither here nor there and no one deigned to reply to Amelia, so she sighed and lamented her choice in footwear quietly to herself. When Lord and Lady Nansen took their leave and sauntered off, the duchess turned and fixed her cool, blue eyes on Amelia. 
“You might endeavor to be a touch more gracious, Lady Amelia.” 
The Duchess always said everything in perfectly worded, excruciatingly polite phrases. Translation: Lord above, Amelia, stop acting like a brat. 
“I’m just . . . bored.” 
And homesick. And unhappy. And dreading the future you have planned for me. And a dozen other feelings one does not mention when one is at a ball. 
“Bored?” The duchess arched her brows. “How on earth can you be bored by all this?” She waved her hand elegantly, to indicate everything surrounding them. “Is all the splendor, music, and the company of the best families in the best country not enough for you? I cannot imagine that you had such elegance and luxuries in the provinces.” 
Everyone here still referred to her home country as the provinces, or the colonies, or as the remote American backwater plagued by heathens, when Amelia knew that it was a beautiful country full of forthright, spirited people. It was her true home. 
They operated under the impression that there was no greater fun to be had than getting overdressed and gossiping with the same old people each night, in crowded ballrooms in a crowded city.  
She missed summer nights back home on their farm in Maryland, when she would slip outside at night with a blanket, to look up at the vast, endless expanse of stars. 
This, no matter what the duchess said, just did not compare. 
Amelia shrugged. 
“We already met half these people at the six other balls we have attended this week,” she said. “The other half are crashing bores.” 
Crashing bores was a phrase Amelia had read in the gossip columns. The violence of it appealed to her. 
“I suppose it would be too much to ask you to pretend to act like an interested and engaging young lady.” Then, turning to Lady Bridget, the duchess said, “I daresay she couldn’t.” 
With that, the duchess turned away. 
She turned away, leaving the words hanging in the air, floating to the ground, just waiting for Amelia to pounce on them.
“Well that was a challenge,” Claire said. 
“I’m not certain she could manage it.” Bridget sniffed. 
Really? Really? 
“Is that a dare?” Amelia asked, straightening up. Oh, she would pretend all right. She would pretend so well they’d all be shocked. It would give her something to do at least. “Because I will take that dare.” 
“I’d like to see you try,” Bridget replied. Then, muttering under her breath she added, 
“For once.” 
Amelia reddened. Admittedly she hadn’t been taking this whole sister-of-the-duke business seriously. But she would show them. So instead of sticking her tongue out and scowling at Bridget, Amelia stuck her nose right up in the air and turned away.

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Maya Rodale began reading romance novels in college at her mother’s insistence and it wasn’t long before she was writing her own. Maya is now the author of multiple Regency historical romances. She lives in New York City with her darling dog and a rogue of her own.


Cover Reveal: Pure Torture (Oblivion on Tour #3) by Tania Sparks

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Super Sexy, Rock Star romance from Tania Sparks...


PURE TORTURE
Oblivion on Tour #3
Tania Sparks
Releasing July 29th, 2016


Cody’s the sexy drummer extraordinaire of the hard rock band Oblivion.

Kitty’s the little sister of one of Cody’s band mates and she’s had a secret crush on him for years.

When the band are back home for a few days, the chemistry between them is both unexpected and undeniably off-the-charts.

She quickly realizes that the prospect of having what she’s always fantasized about is a very real possibility.

He quickly realizes that although he feels this mind-blowing attraction towards her, she’s the little sister of one of his band mates - he would get his ass kicked from here to hell if he ever laid a finger on her!

But can Kitty convince him? After all, no one else needs to know, a one-time hook-up might suit both of them…or could it ruin everything?


  AMAZON

We’re all sitting around, drinking our beers. I’m slouched down on one of the armchairs that I’ve claimed as my own. I’m still twirling my drumsticks and tapping away on my legs and the surrounding furniture. I’m a couple or three beers in when I hear the door to the suite open. I glance across to see Nikki, our rhythm guitarist and his girl Trixie strolling in jovially, Nikki’s arm is draped over her shoulder and she’s securely tucked into his side. 
I lift my head and somberly greet them, “Hey.”  
Nikki bobs his head in acknowledgement and Trixie waves her hand to say hi. I expect them to close the door but instead the most stunning girl on the fucking planet glides in behind them. She has smooth jet black hair that flows down her back and it’s so long it reaches her ass. She’s tall, probably almost as tall as me and her body rocks. She’s slim, but has nicely rounded hips and amazing tits. Her emerald green eyes are sparkling boldly as she scans the room confidently. I immediately jump up from my chair, drop my drumsticks to the floor and feel an undeniable rousing in my pants. Hell, maybe my day won’t be so bad after all. I feel better already! 
The other guys all stand up too. Fuck off cock-suckers, she’s mine.  
I take a step forward as the raven haired beauty suddenly shrieks in an oddly familiar voice, “Oh my god, hi guys, I’ve missed y’all so much!” 
Fuck, fuck, fuck! My muddled brain suddenly clicks and makes the connection as I realize that the hottie that has my body vibrating like a god-damned amplifier is Kitty, Nikki’s little sister. Holy Crap! Somebody turns the music down and everyone starts walking towards Kitty. My heart is beating so damned loud that I’m sure the whole room can hear it. 
What the hell happened to Nikki’s little sister? I remember her as being a sweet little girl that we used to tease and let hang around the band. She’d bring us beers and dote over all of us, but especially me. Sure, she’s always been pretty and downright cute, but I’ve never thought of her as the unmistakable sex kitten she is now. She’s definitely grown up and she’s a complete and utter babe. She’s the perfect embodiment of everything I find totally irresistible in a chick. I want! 
Shit, maybe I’ve had more to drink than I thought, but I definitely shouldn’t be thinking this way about Nikki’s little sister and I don’t know how to handle these sudden irrefutable cravings. My hand twitches and strums anxiously on my leg as the adrenaline courses through me and makes me want to jump around like a fuckin’ crazy person.

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Tania Sparks is a romantic at heart who genuinely believes in true love and soul mates. She met her husband while still at school, she was sixteen, he was seventeen. They are high school sweethearts who more than twenty five years later are still very much in love and are happily married with two beautiful daughters.

Tania does have a full time job, but in her spare minutes enjoys spending time with her family, cooking and reading. She's an avid reader who tends to chomp through a large volume of books, mainly in the romance genre. Her other major 'hobby' is writing steamy rock star erotic romances!

In 2014, after finding herself constantly being inspired by numerous romance novels, she decided to try her hand at writing. After penning her first scene she discovered that she enjoyed it immensely and so resolved to continue with the rest of the story that was swirling in her imagination. That story resulted in her first novel, Heaven Sent which is the first book in her Oblivion on Tour Series. This was soon followed by Bolt From The Blue and Pure Torture. Each book in the series is a stand-alone story which follows a different band member from a hard rock group called Oblivion - and of course the feisty ladies that steal their hearts! The other books in the series are at various stages of completion.

Now-a-days Tania finds it very difficult to control her imagination and swears that her rock stars are constantly chanting their stories in her head. She can't wait to share them with you...


Thursday, June 23, 2016

Spotlight: Driven to Temptation (A Driven to Love Story) by Melia Alexander

Driven to Temptation
A Driven to Love Story
Melia Alexander
June 13, 2016
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Aidan Ross might be an engineering genius, but people skills? Not this soldier’s forte. Thankfully, a trusted friend is accompanying him to a make-or-break tradeshow…but then a bubbly redhead hops into his truck, claiming to be his new road trip buddy. She’s a gorgeous distraction he can’t afford. Or ignore.

Delaney Harper comes from a family of engineers—male engineers. With several impressive projects under her belt, she’s on a mission to prove she can hang with the big boys, too. But cracking the sexy, closed-off CEO is tougher than she expects…and hotter than she could have imagined.

With the tempting woman disrupting his carefully planned schedule, Aidan can’t focus on the road, much less their upcoming presentation. The future of his company is riding on this trip, and if they’re to land a huge account, he has to keep his head—and his heart—in the game…


Delaney’s eyes opened as she scrambled to her feet, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Getting caught eavesdropping on her boss’s private moment would be an awful idea. She could kiss any hope of a promotion good- bye if that happened.  
She headed back across the room and barely got her butt in the chair before the bathroom door opened. She grabbed her laptop, willed herself to stay calm as she jabbed at the keyboard.  
God, she’d done nothing but work the past few months, trying to make a good, strong impression on Harold, hoping he’d give her a chance to run her own project. On top of that, she’d worked nights and weekends to hone the presentation—  
Aidan stalked out of the bathroom in much the same way he’d stalked in, only this time all he had on were his jeans.  
With the buttons undone. 
The soft mat of hair trailed down to Happy Land. But it was apparent that underneath his unbuttoned jeans, Aidan was commando.  
Delaney’s mouth dried. She should tear her gaze away, plant it rmly on the computer screen, turn her mind from the erotic path it’d taken to the more sane one.  
Damn it.  
She knew what she had to do, yet she couldn’t. Look. Away.  
Thank God he seemed too preoccupied with grabbing his duffel bag off the bed and heading back to the bathroom. Once the door shut, she slumped against the chair, the softly padded fabric against her thin tank top the only thing grounding her in place. She heaved in a deep, steadying breath and fanned herself with one hand. He was way too sexy for his own good...or hers.


Melia Alexander is the author of sassy, sexy, fun contemporary romances, but is also fortunate to spend her week days at The Male Observation Lab (a.k.a. her job at a construction company) where she gets to observe guys in their natural habitat. Though they often behave like typical alpha males, in many instances she's seen through their personas to the heart of who they really are - the heroes of their own stories. A native of Guam, Melia traded in warm, tropical breezes for the rainy Pacific Northwest. She's an avid reader who also loves romantic comedies - preferably with a glass of CabSauv and a box of chocolates nearby. In her free time, she's busy conquering her CrossFit fears: ring dips, muscle snatches, and the dreaded 800 meter run. Her family appreciates her attempts at cooking and cleaning, although she spends it mostly daydreaming about her characters, which sometimes results in a burnt meal and a half-cleaned house.


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Review: Mick (Bad Boys After Dark #1) by Melissa Foster

"I'll show you everything you want to know." - Mick Bad

Mick
Series: Bad Boys After Dark #1
Author: Melissa Foster
Publisher: World Literary Press
Release Date: June 22, 2016
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Indulge your inner vixen…

Meet the Bad Boys… Four sinfully sexy, fiercely loyal, uber alpha brothers about to fall head over heels for their leading ladies. If dirty talk, cursing, or raw, passionate sex turns you off, the After Dark books are not for you, because everything’s naughtier after dark.

Amanda Jenner is done being a boring-man magnet and has finally taken control of her love life. As any smart paralegal would, she’s researched the hell out of how to seduce a man. She’s waxed, primped, and ready to put her newfound skills into action—and a masquerade bar crawl is the perfect venue for her solo coming-out party.

Entertainment attorney Mick Bad lives by two hard and fast rules. He never mixes business with pleasure, and he doesn’t do relationships, which makes the anonymity of a masquerade bar crawl the perfect place for a onetime hookup.

Amanda thinks she’s hit the jackpot when she bags a tall, dark, and sinfully delicious masked man—until she discovers the man she’s made out with is her off-limits boss. Mick’s already crossed a line he can never uncross, and one taste of sweet and sexy Amanda has only whet his appetite. When Mick offers to give Amanda a lesson in seduction—no strings, no regrets, and for goodness’ sake, come Monday, no quitting—the tables turn, and Mick’s totally unprepared for the lessons this sweet temptress provides.


Melissa Foster is back with a new "After Dark" series, this time featuring the four sexy-as-sin Bad brothers. Each hotter than the last falling in love with the women that steal their hearts. As with my many reviews I have for Melissa's books, I picked one word that I felt best describes Mick, the first Bad brother to succumb to love... Seduction... I admit, the word choice is fairly obvious, but it is perfect. Amanda is tried of being the plain Jane. Insanely jealous of her sister's new love life, Amanda sets out to become a sexy siren. She wants to learn how to seduce men. Enter Mick... The man she's lusted over for years. The man that, no matter how sexy she tries to dress, is always determined to ignore her. What Amanda doesn't know is that Mick is not so resistant to Amanda's temptations, he just believes that he will never fall in love, that Amanda is the type of woman the men marry when he only wants a one night stand. After a chance encounter, both give into temptation for a weekend of seduction and sizzling sex. Hot, right? Not only does the word seduction work for the book, it also fits for the entire "After Dark" series. Melissa seduces her readers with her wildly hot stories. We get the writing style that I've come to love with her books with scorching hot sexiness. The best of both worlds!


Mick is the 1st book in the Bad Boys After Dark series, but if you'd like to start from the "After Dark" beginning, then click HERE to get acquainted with the Wild boys.




Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance, and women's fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic, perfect beach reads, and always family oriented. 



Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Spotlight: A Midsummer Night's Fling (Much Ado About Love #1) by Eliza Walker

A Midsummer Night's Fling
Much Ado About Love #1
Eliza Walker
Jack's House Publishing
June 21, 2016

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“A magical, joyful, delightful, sexy contemporary romance by a new star in the making!” — New York Times bestselling author Marie Force 

The show must go on, but the price of admission could be her heart. 

Sick of her vagabond life in a Broadway touring company, Nicola is ready to settle down. She wants nothing more than to park her suitcase in California, put out feelers for local auditions, and leave her past firmly behind her.

Too bad her past comes knocking on her door her first day home. All six-foot-three, beautiful man of her past named Max. Stupid Max. The mistake Nicola just can’t seem to stop making.

Even before Nicola—fiery, quick-witted, beautiful Nicola—slams the door in his face, Max is in trouble. She will always be the one who got away. Three times. Which makes convincing her to play Titania to his Oberon a bit…awkward.

Though she has zero desire to re-re-rekindle an old flame, Nicola can’t turn down the chance Max is offering: a lead role with the West Coast’s premiere Shakespeare company. But when their first rehearsal kiss disintegrates into a passionate liplock, she’s questioning her sanity and tempted to jump ship—before Max can break her heart again.

Now it’s up to Max to convince her that the torch he’s been carrying is actually an eternal flame.


Ready? he mouthed at her. 
Yes. Her eyes softened, and the tiny smile she gave him seemed to set a hook in his heart and pull. 
A million memories surged through him, hitting like a train into the side of a mountain. This scene was so familiar, so precious. Nicola across the stage from him, ready to spar and tease and challenge. Ready to play. 
Ready to be in his life again? 
Just do the scene, idiot. He inched his shoulders back as he eased into the physicality of Oberon, but after those stolen seconds of fussing, he still wasn’t ready. The closeness of Nicola, the potential in being near her had set his body humming in a steady buzz, which had nothing to with theater. 
But what the hell? The curtain was up. Judith was watching. Game on. “‘Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania,’” he rumbled out, deepening his voice and adding the hint of an accent. So he’d sound all kingly and shit. He strode down the short stairs toward her. 
Nicola, as Titania, narrowed her eyes at him and raised one eyebrow. “‘What, jealous Oberon?’” 
He crossed the stage in three easy strides, invading her personal space. She stood on the step above him so he found himself face-to-face with her, close enough to kiss. She startled, jerking her head back, and he didn’t know if that was Nicola or Titania. She made to turn away from him. 
 “‘Tarry, rash wanton.’” He slid an arm around her waist, holding her without pulling her closer. “‘Am not I thy lord?’” 
She cocked her head sideways, her mouth a smirking, sensual promise. “‘Then I must be thy lady.’” 
Yes, you are. Having her in his arms felt so right, like he’d been missing a piece of himself and not known it until he touched her again. He was near enough to see the ring of dark brown around her irises, to count the freckles scattered across her nose, to smell the spicy fruit scent of her hair. To feel her breath sigh over the skin of his face. 
He closed the few inches left to her mouth, but she ducked, twisting free of his arms before he could kiss her. 
As Oberon, he was infuriated. 
As Max, he was almost ridiculously disappointed. 
Keep your head in the work. Focus. If he blew this opportunity for her because of his overeager libido, then she would never forgive him. And he would never forgive himself for ruining yet another thing for her. 
Nicola continued the scene, taunting him, playing Titania as the most alluring of sirens. Rita had told them to ratchet up the sexual tension, of course, but Nicola was on exactly the same page as him. The whole scene they each found excuses to stand near the other, to touch and tickle like this was all foreplay. The chemistry between them crackled, and she obviously felt it too, getting as much of a high from this performance as he was. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparking in a way he remembered well. 
He could think of only one other thing the two of them had done together better than this. 
Don’t go there, Max. 
Really hard, though—heh—not to let his mind wander there as she crossed to sit on one corner of the stage and laid herself out, her lovely, petite body displayed for him to admire. 
They had reached the part of the scene where Titania refuses to give Oberon her adopted son. “‘I will not part with him.’” She stretched her legs out and pillowed her cheek on one hand to study him with simmering, heavy-lidded eyes. 
Somehow, even though Nicola sat on a bare stage in blue jeans and a white blouse, somehow she managed to appear decadent, lush, pure temptation made of sweet, supple flesh. Venus waiting in her bower for Mars to ravish her. Cleopatra inviting Antony to negotiate terms for his surrender. 
The sight of her was too much to resist. He maneuvered around behind her and sat. Resting an elbow on his knee, he reached forward and tucked a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear. He let his fingertip linger against the skin of her neck, and she shivered at the contact. He didn’t know if that was Nicola or just Nicola acting, but the sight had heat building low in his gut. “‘How long within this wood intend you stay?’” His line came out throatier than he’d intended, the low rasp of a desperate man. 
And, dammit, he was desperate. You’d think five years would have done something to dim his desire, but he found himself swamped by it, awash in images, wants. 
Like right now, he imagined everyone else gone. To lunch. To hell. Wherever. Didn’t matter. Just away. Then he’d be free to kiss Nicola until her mouth was swollen, to touch her skin and smell and taste her until she was trembling against him, then he’d ease her back flat on the stage and— 
 “‘Perchance till after Theseus’ wedding-day,’” she said, cutting into his thoughts. She tossed her head, shaking out her curtain of soft brown hair, projecting indifference, but it was a fragile fa├žade to hide how much she wanted him to stay here with her. 
As Oberon, or maybe using Oberon as an excuse, Max leaned into her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. She shivered again, the instinctive tremble of a woman who was just as turned on as he was. That wasn’t acting, or not only acting. 
“‘Give me that boy,’” he murmured, “‘and I will go with thee.’” 
Nicola swallowed, aroused heat and brittle fury burning together in her eyes. “‘Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away!’” She shot to her feet, striding offstage without a backward glance, the muscles in her shoulders taut, her hands clenched into fists. Their small audience erupted in applause. Tierney even whistled. 
Max rolled to his feet. Nicola emerged from the stage left wings, looking shaken and pale. He tried to catch her eye, but she was staring into the audience at Judith. 
Gil distracted him, patting Max on the arm. “You two were wonderful together.” 
Tierney gave Max a rough slap on the back. “I think I just got a contact high from all the pheromones you two were pumping out.” 
Nicola flashed a wild look Tierney’s way, then wiped her face blank. Except her mouth, which tightened into a grimace. 
Max’s stomach dropped. Crap. Nicola was pissed. 
Her gaze slid his way, and her eyes were dark, actually smoldering with wrath. 
Make that really pissed. 
Which, the more he thought about it, pissed him off too. He’d played his part for her, and pretty damn well, all things considered. Nothing he’d done had been out of character for Oberon. Nothing had been over the line. 
Maybe kissing her neck was tiptoeing close to the line, but Max felt he was on the side of right there. She had a great neck. Sometimes a guy’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. 
For the scene, of course. 
Everyone froze as Judith stood, the sound of her seat flipping up oddly loud in the large theater. 
She was the unknown quantity here, and Max prayed she would act for the good of the show. Isabelle had been known to let her ego get in the way at times. Please, let Judith be different. 
Judith started down the aisle, glancing at a small notebook as she scribbled things. 
Tierney rolled her eyes. Gil shrank into himself, trying for invisibility. Rita twisted the silver bracelets on her arm. 
Nicola folded her arms and waited, cool and collected as a queen. 
That’s my girl. 
Judith stopped at the foot of the stage and, without even glancing at Nicola, said, “I’m sorry, but I need to cut this short. Ms. Charles, can you come in tomorrow to read for me again?” 
Max gaped. What is wrong with this lady? Sure, artistic directors were allowed to be prickly divas. They ran the show, after all. All the shows. Nicola had nailed the audition, the director wanted her, so making Nicola audition again just felt like some weird power play. 
Nicola worked her jaw, clearly offended but fighting to stay professional. “Of course. What time?” 
“No. Nonono no nono no.” Rita sliced her arm through the air. “No, Judith. That is not acceptable. We need to settle this today.” 
“We need a Titania,” Max put in, not glancing at Nicola as he said it. “Ms. O’Fallon, do you honestly think you’ll find someone better for our production than Nic—than Ms. Charles?” 
Judith’s nostrils flared, her cool gray eyes narrowing to slits. Finally, she flung her hands up. “All right. You, Nicola, come in tomorrow to sign your equity contract.” With a dramatic flair not quite on par with Isabelle’s, Judith whirled around and pretty much stormed out of the theater. 
Rita let out a shrill victory cry and threw herself on Nicola for a hug. Max grinned, big and goofy. He had a Titania again. He had Nicola again. 
Her gaze met his over Rita’s back, and Nicola stilled, her face blanking out. 
What the— 
Nicola had the part. She should be thrilled. So why did she look like she had to barf again? 
She eased away from Rita and murmured something. Rita pointed to the backstage area. Giving the group at large a reassuring wave, Nicola hurried off stage left toward the dressing rooms. 
“Maxim, I need you to—” 
He waved Rita to silence. “Give me a second?” Gut churning with unease, Max jogged backstage, following—okay, maybe chasing—Nicola. 
He found her in the green room, leaning in the doorway, half-in, half-out, with a faraway expression in her eyes. In his younger days, Max had learned to recognize that look and put as much distance between himself and The Look as possible. Avoidance had always been his favorite way to solve conflicts. But not now. Five years hadn’t only made him older. 
When she saw him, she held a hand out to stop him walking closer. “I’m fine.” 
“Bullshit.” 
She flashed him an irritated glance but didn’t say anything. 
“Nic, what’s wrong?” 
She looked up, her eyes soft, her mouth half-parted. Awareness of her body flamed over him. Memories of the taste of her skin and the softness at the base of her throat had his lower self springing to attention. 
Real professional there, Max. He shifted, uncomfortably aware of what a schmuck he was. Still, he wasn’t going to walk away. “Nicola. Tell me.” 
She sucked in a deep breath and, when her gaze flicked to his mouth, he thought he might explode. “This, Fiesengerke.” She cupped the back of his head, yanking his face down to her. “This is what’s wrong.” 
Then she kissed him. 
As her mouth touched his, he thought, This is a bad idea. 
But still Max grinned against her lips. After all, he’d sort of been hoping this was the problem all along.


Eliza Walker, a native of Los Angeles, is the author of the Much Ado About Love Series that begins with A Midsummer Night's Fling. Her experiences as an actress helped inspire the series about actors finding love amidst the bedlam backstage at a world-class repertory theater. Once upon a time, Eliza met her own wonderful husband when they did a play together. By day Eliza helps corral engineers for NASA (without doing any of the tech stuff herself, of course). By night she loves to write her sarcastic heroes and heroines bantering their way to true love. Eliza is a total geek, a movie buff and a mediocre swing dancer. Eliza and her husband live in sunny Southern California with two of the neediest housecats on the planet.