Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Release Day Spotlight: All Tyed Up Julia Harlow

All Tyed Up
Julia Harlow
July 26, 2016
Self-Published


The past can be murder on relationships.

Isabel Beachwood just lost her dream job. Now she’s forced to move out of her precious Victorian apartment, and in with her stepsister, bringing back ugly memories of a painful childhood.

Ty Griffin is a financial magnate who deals in multi-million dollar mergers and acquisitions. His bespoke suits can’t hide a body worthy of a professional athlete. Those intense azure eyes telegraph a keen intellect. And his mouth, the only soft thing about him, is sinfully sensual. But his drive to succeed has all but obliterated any chance for a personal life.

Isabel is surprised when, during her moving sale, none other than the white-hot Ty Griffin, CEO of Grandin Financial, buys her prized Carmel-by-the-Sea table. When she finds out he’s part of the reason she lost her job, her apartment, and her adorable table, she’s incensed. 
The moment Ty meets the voluptuous and challenging Isabel Beachwood, he’s completely enthralled. He’s the kind of man who’s used to getting what he wants. And he wants Isabel. 

While their steamy relationship heats up, an insidious danger seems to be shadowing them. It’s a treacherous threat that could ruin everything.

Soon Ty and Isabel are dealing with an over-protective stepsister, a highly trained German Shepherd, a pain in the butt Welsh Corgi, a jealous gold-digger, an obsessed suitor, a former lover, and Isabel’s quirky tech colleagues. All of which turn out to be the least of their problems.
Because the past won’t die. And it can be murder.



At the appalled expression on her face, he chuckled, the sound so enticing it derailed her thoughts. “Now where was I? Oh, yes. I really want to kiss you, but I won’t until you tell me it’s okay. There’s no way I’m ever upsetting you again like I did on Tuesday in my office.” He dropped his voice to a purr and pulled her body against his. His head bent so that his lips almost brushed hers, so close only a feather could fit in between. Her knees felt as wiggly as Silly Putty and on the verge of collapsing. “So, my sweet Isabel, may I kiss you?” 
He called her his sweet Isabel! In her rapture, all she could manage was a half nod. 
“Thank God.” His lips on hers, surprisingly gentle, felt as soft as a butterfly kiss. But when a little groan of pure pleasure escaped her, she felt his tongue urging her lips apart. The sensations from the heat of his body pressing into hers, his arousal obvious against her belly, and the sweet invasion of his tongue in her mouth, tasting of whiskey, had her squeezing her thighs together. 
Her hands were everywhere on a mission of their own, pulling the soft strands of his hair, squeezing his shoulders and biceps, relishing the solid muscles on his chest, and feeling his tight nipples through the fabric of his dress shirt. 
After a deep groan, his breath came in heavy pants as his hands moved down her back, caressing her waist and edging lower. 
“God, you feel so fu . . . I mean, so good, Isabel. Too much more and I’m not going to be able to stop.” His big hands grasped her bottom, and he groaned again, urging her even tighter against his erection. 
This man made her give up any inhibitions. Her hands splayed across his hard chest and drifted down to his abdomen where her fingers rimmed all those taut muscles defined to perfection. Lost in the moment and completely out of character for her normally cautious nature, her hand inched even lower, and she grasped his impressive erection, rubbing him up and down with her palm. The feel of him aroused her even more. Her panties felt wet.
He shuddered, stilling her hand at his zipper. “Oh, Christ, Isabel, what are you doing to me?” 
Leaning back, he drank her in. His eyes were dark blue orbs of liquid heat as he beheld her. His hand cupped her cheek, and he lowered his head to place a tender kiss on her swollen lips. He lifted his head and struggled to speak in between gasps for air. 
“You have no idea how much I want you. I’m dying to strip you naked, stretch you on that couch, and take you hard and fast. But I won’t do that. This has to be perfect for you, sweetheart. You deserve the very best, and it has to be done right, starting with a romantic evening out with all the bells and whistles.” His sweet smile tore at her heart. He meant this. He desired her, but it was important to him that it signify something more than just sex. If it were possible to effervesce from happiness, she just might. 
But wait. What about her desires? She wanted him now more than anything she’d ever wanted. She felt slippery between her legs and couldn’t wait to see him naked. Needles of disappointment pricked every last bubble of her effervescence. She stared down at the floor while her whole body sagged. 
Ty lifted her chin with his forefinger and traced her plump bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Are you pouting, Isabel? That’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Are you disappointed we’re not going to make love now?” 
Embarrassed that he figured this out, she began to yank the pins out of her hair. “These are giving me a headache.” 
Clasping her wrist, he bent to kiss the tip of her nose. “Here, let me.” He proceeded to gently remove each hairpin, and then, like a harpist fluttering his strings before a performance, his fingers were in her hair, smoothing it out and massaging her scalp. She couldn’t help her moan of sheer pleasure. 
“Okay, just one more kiss, Ty, then we’ll say goodnight.” Stretching up, she reached his sensual mouth and covered it with her own. His mouth opened and his tongue thrust in, tasting her. His hands played in the lustrous waves of her hair, and he angled her head for a deeper kiss. Isabel felt the dampness of his skin through his shirt. When her pelvis thrust against him, his tenuous rein fractured as if a cable wire had snapped. 
His strong hands slid down the silky smooth skin of her shoulders, along her arms, his thumbs rubbing over the sides of her breasts to her waist and reaching the hem of her dress. He began to pull her dress up then abruptly stopped when his fingers felt the bare flesh at the top of her stockings. 
“Oh, sweet Jesus, Isabel. What are you wearing under there? I have to see this.” 
His breath came in sharp gusts as he stood back, staring at her shapely legs in lace-edged thigh-highs; her dress bunched almost to her hips. “It’s a damn good thing McConnell is only interested in your stepsister; otherwise I’d have to run him out of San Francisco.” 
In one fluid move, he lifted her by the backs of her thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips. Isabel felt the full impact of his erection, hot and hard against her most sensitive spot. She threw her head back in sheer, wanton pleasure. As he lowered her to the sofa, a key slid into the lock and the door opened.

From Julia's website...

When she’s not writing her next romance novel, Julia Harlow can be found reading a romance, taking a leisurely walk through the historic village she calls home, baking a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies, or watching the latest Netflix drama series.

Julia is the author of contemporary erotic romances. Her first book, Closed Set, was published in 2014. In 2015, The Talented Mr. Maxwell was published. Her most recent erotic romance, All Tyed Up, will be released on July 26, 2016.

 Julia Harlow lives and works in Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband and rescued cat, Fred.


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Monday, July 25, 2016

Review: Dirty for Me (Motor City Royals #1) by Jackie Ashenden

"You want my dirty hands all over your nice clean skin?" - Zee Chase

Dirty for Me
Series: Motor City Royals #1
Author: Jackie Ashenden
Publisher: Kensington
Release Date: July 25, 2016
Source: Publisher for Review

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Ezekiel “Zee” Chase has a complicated past. Born into a family whose wealth grew from the seedy world of big-time crime, he ran away as a teenager and made a home for himself on the streets of Detroit. By day, the mechanic works at a local garage. But by night, he throws down with the best of them in Detroit’s gritty underground fighting scene. With all those muscles, he’s never had trouble with women–until he meets one who challenges him to the greatest fight of his life...

Tamara Eliot is a hardworking corporate high-flyer who appreciates the finer things in life, from her expensive perfume to her designer handbags. More than anything, though, she likes to be in control–and when Zee explodes into her life, she feels anything but. He’s the definition of a bad boy: brash, fiery, and of course, irresistibly hot. And there’s a darkness about him that keeps her coming back for more. As Zee takes Tamara deeper into a world she never knew existed, she just might prove to be the one opponent he won’t be able to dominate–at least not without some pleasurable convincing...


Before moving on to my review, I'm excited to say that this is my 1,000 post! Thank you for being with me along the way...

Confession time... I love sex scenes in romance. Sweet and romantic or hot and dirty... Either way, I'm happy as a clam. When it comes to hot and dirty, there is something that I, quite honestly, crave when reading a steamy erotic romance. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a good wall-banging. Characters that can't wait for a nice, flat surface are hot. But one position I want more of in books is hard headboard banging. The type of sex that makes the characters wish their neighbors are either deaf or they just don't give a hoot. Jackie Ashenden... You are an author after my own heart because hot damn... That was some sizzling sex. And now that I'm officially blushing... Let's move on to my review...

I had no clue what I was in for with Jackie's Dirty for Me. I knew it was an erotic romance, but I wasn't quite expecting the carnal desire flowing between Tamara and Zee. Holy cow, that was all kinds of naughty. And I flipping loved every moment. Finally able to spread her wings, Tamara takes full advantage of her new sexual desire. The guilt she carries around with her forces her to live inside the cage her parents and long-term boyfriend have built around her. Thinking that there is no way out, Tamara decides that if this is all she has to look forward to, then she's going to live life while she can. And that freedom comes in the form of Zee. Burdened by his own troubling past, Zee has lived by the "one and done" life when it comes to hooking up. He can't afford to let anyone get close and when Tamara slinks her way into his life, he knows that trouble is going to come knocking. And sure enough, it does. Danger doesn't stop them from exploring each other and secretly daydreaming of what could be. 

I loved Dirty for Me, everything from the complex characters to the amazing sexual tension to Jackie's fun writing style. It was more than just an erotic romance with characters that go at it like bunnies. The character's complex and dark backgrounds gave them so much depth. My heart broke for them and it soared for them in a matter of chapters. I loved the fine line the author walked with a character like Tamara. Some may frown upon her sexuality, but others can see how she craves the raw passion that they share. I loved that Jackie took the risk creating a character like that and I hope we see more in the future. Dirty for Me was my first Jackie Ashenden book, but I already know that it will not be my last. I can't wait for Rachel and Levi's story!



Jackie has been writing fiction since she was eleven years old. Mild mannered fantasy/SF/pseudo-literary writer by day, obsessive romance writer by night, she used to balance her writing with the more serious job of librarianship until a chance meeting with another romance writer prompted her to throw off the shackles of her day job and devote herself to the true love of her heart – writing romance. She particularly likes to write dark, emotional stories with alpha heroes who’ve just got the world to their liking only to have it blown wide apart by their kick-ass heroines.

She lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her husband, the inimitable Dr Jax, two kids, two cats and some guppies (possibly dead guppies by the time you read this). When she’s not torturing alpha males and their stroppy heroines, she can be found drinking chocolate martinis, reading anything she can lay her hands on, posting random crap on her blog, or being forced to go mountain biking with her husband.


Coming November 2016

Release Blast: Secret Dream (Delos #1B) by Lindsay McKenna

Secret Dream
Delos #1B
Lindsay McKenna
July 25, 2016
Blue Turtle Publishing


Ex-Navy SEAL Cav Jordan faces danger daily in his job as a security expert. He even faced down a gang of South American drug dealers to protect his fiancée, Lia Cassidy. So why is he terrified of meeting her parents? Having lived through his own horrible childhood Cav can’t understand the situation is he is walking into. Lia just wants him to meet her parents. Why does this feel like the fight of his life?

Novella: The continued story of Cav and Lia from Nowhere to Hide, book 1 of the Delos Series.



“Steve Cassidy. Welcome, Mr. Jordan., We owe you a lot.”  He gripped Cav’s hand, and choked out, “You saved Lia’s life.  Thank you…” 
For a moment, Cav was stunned by the sudden kindness emanating from the farmer’s expression who was thin, wiry, sunburned and physically sinewy from the daily work he did.  Gripping the farmer’s calloused roughened hand, he said, “Nice to meet you, sir.  And I was just doing my job.  Call me  Cav?” 
“Call me Steve.”  He clapped him heartily on the back, still clasping his other hand.  “And you’re a hero to us, son. Nothing less.”  Steve released him, keeping his hand on Cav’s broad shoulder, watching Lia clinging to he mother, both of them in a tight, loving embrace with one another. 
Embarrassed by such a show of emotions, Cav murmured, “Thank you, sir.” 
Steve gave him an assessing look.  “Just Steve will do.” 
“Yes, sir….I mean, okay,” Cav stumbled.  It was very different meeting people who were strangers, but this was Lia’s parents and he didn’t want to fuck this up for her.  Awkwardly, he stood there, watching tears roll down Susan’s face.  He wasn’t sure that Lia wasn’t crying too, such was the tight bond they shared.  Obliquely, his mind leaped backward.  Cav remembered the times his mother had cried.  But they were tears of pain. Tears mingled with blood from her nose, a split lip or both after his father got done beating her up.  How many times had Cav cried alone in his room wishing she would run away with him from his monster father? 
Steve clapped him on the shoulder.  “Let’s us guys go find your luggage, huh?” and he smiled a little. 
Good idea!  “Yes, sir—“ 
Steve laughed and patted him warmly on the back.   “You’re staying a week with us, Cav.  I’ll work that military side you out of you by then.  Come on, let’s hunt up that luggage for our you and our Lia, eh?” 
There was a male gruffness mingled with warmth to Steve that made Cav want to open up to the man.  He had a deeply weathered face, his blue eyes the same color as Lia’s.  The woman he loved had her mother’s same color of hair, her father’s sparkling, mischievous looking eyes and her smile.  There was benevolence to Steve Cassidy and Cav automatically found himself wanting to be close to this man who exuded a male gentleness he rarely found in any man.  “Thanks for coming to pick us up,” Cav said, noting that the baggage from their flight would be spit out by Carousel Two.   
“We’ve been looking forward to seeing you two,” Steve said, standing with his hands on his hips, watching the luggage starting to be dropped off the conveyor belt.  “Did you have a good flight?” 
“Yes.  It was quiet. That’s all I ask.” 
“We don’t travel much,” he said.  “With a farm, you can’t walk away from it, so I’m glad you came for a visit.” 
Cav felt Steve’s genuine sincerity.  He hooked a look over his shoulder, seeing Lia and her mother talking animatedly with one another as they walked toward them.  Susan had given Lia her smile and her beauty, no question.  He liked that the mother had hooked her arm around Lia’s waist and they walked closely, their affection for everyone to see.  He knew Lia’s affection himself and already, he could see how happy she was at being home with her parents once more.  They breathed even more life into her, if that was possible.  Compared to the ghost of a person she was in Costa Rica months earlier, Cav was stunned at Lia’s natural radiance.  She was sunshine to his darkened soul who craved her. 
“Uh oh,” Steve murmured, grinning as he turned.  “I’m about to get attacked.” 
For a moment, the word put Cav on instant guard. But as he turned, he saw Steve opening his arms as Lia flew into them, her arms wide open, joy radiant on her face as she clung to her father.  A lump formed in his throat as he watched Lia being swallowed up by the big man who kissed her hair, kissed that cheek that had that deep scar on it, his eyes only for his beaming daughter in his arms.  His gaze flicked to Susan, who stood a few feet away, teary eyed, smiling, her lower lip trembling as she watched Lia with her doting father.  It hurt to swallow and Cav turned away, remembering too much of the twisted and distorted family he’d somehow managed to survive.  He’d never known a moment of affection from his father.  Only his fist.  His hatred.  His anger always aimed at him.




Lindsay McKenna lives her life as a risk taker, and it shines through the books she loves to write: romance, adventure and suspense. She started writing at age thirteen and continues to hone her writing skills to this day. She sold her first romance novel in 1981. The rest is history.
Because she went into the military, this experience became the backbone of her writing—she is credited with writing the first military romance novel (Captive of Fate, 1983, Silhouette Special Edition) and has created a thriving sub-genre within the romance field! As a New York Times Best Selling author, she has sold 23 million books and in 32 foreign languages in her career thus far. Her many experiences in the U.S. Navy are backdrop for her understanding of the military in general, and also her very successful Morgan’s Mercenaries, which is an ongoing series in Silhouette to this day! Forty-five books strong!

Lindsay has gone Indie in 2015 and has created a new family saga on par with Morgan’s Mercenaries It is known as the DELOS SERIES. There will be paperback and eBooks created under Blue Turtle Publishing, her company for her fans. Readers who love Morgan and his family are bound to fall in love with the Culver family. Delos is romantic suspense, which Lindsay is well known for. It took her five years to create and bring DELOS to her readers. It was worth the wait, but we’ll let you decide that.

Lindsay loves to hear from her readers and loves to know what they’d like to see her write next. Stay up with the latest on the Delos Series here. Please visit her Web site at www.lindsaymckenna.com. And be sure to sign up for her free quarterly newsletter. It contains exclusive content found nowhere else on the Net. Plus, giveaways and other surprises, to her loyal and faithful subscribers!



Sunday, July 24, 2016

Spotlight: Fatal Identity (Fatal #10) by Marie Force

Fatal Identity
Fatal #10
Marie Force
HQN Books
July 26, 2016

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Every family has its secrets…

As the first anniversary of her marriage to Vice President Nick Cappuano approaches, Lieutenant Sam Holland is dreaming of Bora Bora—sun, sand and a desperately needed break from the DC grind. But real life has a way of intervening, and Sam soon finds herself taking on one of the most perplexing cases of her career.

Government worker Josh Hamilton begs Sam to investigate his shocking claim that his parents stole him from another family thirty years ago. More complicated still, his “father” is none other than the FBI director. When a member of Josh’s family is brutally murdered, Sam begins to question how deep this cover-up goes. Is it possible the revered director was part of a baby-napping ring and that others involved are also targets?

With a killer intent on deadly revenge and her team still reeling from a devastating loss, Sam’s plate is full—and when Nick and their son, Scotty, take ill, is her dream of a tropical anniversary celebration in peril too?

Sam pushed through the double doors and into cool, crisp winter air that smelled like snow. She’d had a conversation yesterday with her son, Scotty, about how air can smell like snow. Scotty said it wasn’t possible tosmell snow, even after she got him to take a few deep breaths to see what she meant. He remained skeptical, but she had a few more weeks of winter to prove her point. 
“Mrs. Cappuano.” 
Sam turned toward the man who’d called to her. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, handsome with dark blond hair and brown eyes. The panic she saw in his expression put her immediately on alert. “That’s me, although they don’t call me that around here. And you are?” 
“Josh Hamilton.” 
Sam shook his outstretched hand. “What can I do for you, Josh?” 
“I need your help.” 
“Okay.” 
“Today I was bored at work, so I started surfing the web, you know, just clicking around aimlessly.” 
As a technophobe of the highest order, Sam didn’t know because she’d never done that and certainly not at work, where she was usually too busy to pee, let alone surf. 
Josh took a series of deep breaths, and Sam’s anxiety ramped up a notch. “I saw this story about a baby who was kidnapped thirty years ago. They had this age-progression photo showing what he’d look like now, and…” He gulped. “It was me.” 
“Wait. What?” 
With trembling hands, Josh retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and called up a web page, zeroing in on a digitally produced photo that did, in fact, bear a striking resemblance to him. 
“Those photos are produced by computers. They’re not exact.” 
“That’s me! And it explains why I’ve never felt at home or accepted in my family. What if they took me?” 
“Hang on a minute. What evidence do you have to suspect that your parents participated in a criminal act to bring you into their family?” 
He seemed to make an effort to calm down. “They’re extremely accomplished people and so are my siblings. My brother is a board-certified neurosurgeon. He went to Harvard for undergrad and medical school. My sister is an attorney, also Harvard educated, Law Review, the whole nine yards. And then there’s me. I barely made it out of state college after having spent most of my five years there on academic probation. After four years working for the federal government, I’m a GS-9 at Veterans Affairs, where I shuffle paper all day while counting the minutes until I can leave. The only reason I have that job is because my father, who has never approved of a thing I said or did, pulled strings to get me in. They’re all Republicans while I’m a liberal Democrat who fully supports your husband. I hope he runs in four years, by the way.” 
“None of that proves your parents kidnapped you.” 
“Will you take my case? Please? I need to know for sure. This would explain so much of why I’ve felt like a square peg in my own family my entire life.” 
Sam held up a hand to stop him. “I’m a homicide cop, not a private investigator, but if you really believe a crime has been committed, I can refer you to someone within the department—” 
“No.” He shook his head. “I want you. You’re the best. Everyone says so.” 
“I’m honored you think so, but I’m on a leave of absence for the next few days, so I’m not able to take your case personally.” 
“It has to be you. You’re the only one I’d trust to do it right.” 
“The Metro PD has plenty of very qualified detectives who could look into this for you and help determine whether a crime has been committed, Mr. Hamilton.” 
“You don’t understand. It can’t be any random detective. It can only be you.” 
“Are you going to tell me why?” 
He took another series of deep breaths, appearing to summon the courage he needed to tell her why. “It’s… He’s… Well, my dad, you see… He’s Troy Hamilton, the FBI director.” 
*** 
Holy bombshell, Batman! Sam’s mind raced with implications and scenarios and flat-out disbelief. “You can’t honestly believe that your father, one of the top law enforcement officials in the country, kidnapped a child thirty years ago.” 
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Josh said. 
“He’s one of the most respected men in our business. He’s revered.” 
“Believe me, I know all about how revered he is. I hear about it on a regular basis.” He looked at her beseechingly. “You have to help me. I don’t know who else to turn to. Besides some of the people who work for my father, I don’t know any other cops, and you’re the best. And… I’m scared.” The last two words were said on a faint whisper.
Sam wanted nothing to do with the snake pit this case could turn out to be, but the detective in her was far too intrigued to walk away. “How’d you get here?” 
“I took the Metro.” 
She took a look around to see if anyone was watching, but the parking lot was deserted, and the usual band of reporters that stalked the MPD were taking the day off. They tended to do that when it was freezing. “Come with me.” She led him to her car and gestured for Josh to get in the passenger side. 
Though she had no idea what she planned to do with him or the information he’d dropped in her lap, she couldn’t walk away from what he’d told her. “Tell me more about this website where you saw the photo.” 
“It’s a blog run by parents of missing children.” 
“How did you end up there?” 
“I read a story about a baby who was kidnapped from a hospital in Tennessee the day after he was born and how his parents have never stopped looking for him. The thirtieth anniversary of the abduction is coming up, so they’ve gotten some regional publicity. There was a link in the story that led to the blog where the age-progression photo was.”
“So the photo hasn’t been picked up by the media?” 
“Not that I could tell, but I was too freaked out by what I was seeing to dig deeper, especially since my thirtieth birthday is next week. I told my boss I had an emergency. I left the office and came right to you.” 
“Why me?” 
“Are you serious? After the inauguration, the whole country knows what an amazing cop you are. Who else would I go to with something like this?” 
Blowing off the comment, she said, “You realize that accusing the FBI director of a capital felony is not something you do without stacks of proof that he was involved.” 
“That’s where you come in. I need proof, and I need it fast before that picture gets picked up by the wires or social media and flung around the country. I need proof before he knows that I know.” 
Sam had to agree that time was of the essence before this thing blew up into a shitstorm of epic proportions. With that in mind, she started the car, pulled out of the MPD parking lot and into weekday afternoon traffic that clogged the District on the way toward Capitol Hill. 
“Where are we going?” 
“My house.” 
She glanced over at him and saw his eyes get big. “For real?” 
“Yes, for real.” She paused before she continued. “Look, if you want me to dig into this, I have to do it at home. I’m…off duty right now. I’ve gotta stay below the radar on this or my bosses will be all over me.” 
“No one will hear it from me.” 
After a slow crawl across the District, Sam pulled up to the Secret Service checkpoint on Ninth Street. Normally they waved her through, but she had to stop to clear her guest. 
“They’ll need to see your ID.” 
Josh pulled his license from his wallet and handed it to her. 
She gave it to the agent, who took a close look before returning it to her. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a nice day.” 
“You too.” 
“What’s that like?” Josh asked. “Being surrounded by Secret Service all the time?” 
“About as much fun as you’d expect it to be.” 
“Why don’t you have a detail?” 
“Because I don’t need one. I can take care of myself.” Thankfully, he didn’t mention the recent siege in Marissa Springer’s basement as an example of her inability to take care of herself. Sam liked to think that was a onetime lapse in judgment, never to be repeated.
Outside their home, her husband’s motorcade lined the street. What was he doing home so early? 
She parked in her assigned spot—everyone who lived on Ninth Street now had assigned parking spaces—and headed up the ramp that led to their home. 
“Why do you have a ramp?” Josh asked. 
“My dad’s a quadriplegic. He lives down the street. My husband installed the ramp so he could come to visit.” 
“Oh, that’s cool. Sorry about your dad, though.” 
“Thanks.” 
Nick’s lead agent, John Brantley Jr., met her at the door. “Lieutenant.” 
“Brant. What’s he doing home so early?” 
“The vice president isn’t feeling well.” 
Say what?



Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance, including the Gansett Island Series, which has sold more than 2.2 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books, which has sold more than 1 million books. In addition, she is the author of the Green Mountain Series as well as the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force. She has sold more than 5 million books worldwide!


Friday, July 22, 2016

Review: Tuscan Heat (SoBe Heat #1) by Anise Storm

"What we started here was only the beginning, my little spitfire." - Mario De Palma

Tuscan Heat
Series: SoBe Heat #1
Author: Anise Storm
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: July 5, 2016
Source: Author for Review

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Having known each other since birth, Mario De Palma and Melania Barone fought worse than siblings. That all changed one evening when dueling tempers exploded into a night of passion and desire under the Tuscan Heat.

Three years later, Melania finally had all she’d ever dreamed of...a successful Italian restaurant...a group of close-knit friends who were more like sisters...and a single lifestyle on the shores of South Beach. Occasionally she wanted more, but two out of three wasn’t bad.

After enjoying world-wide culinary success, Mario returned to South Beach intending to open a restaurant of his own. That wasn’t the only reason he returned to Florida, though. He moved home to claim the one woman who hadn’t left his mind since their night together in Italy.
More than tempers exploded when they reunited, especially once she believed that he was out to sabotage her restaurant.

Will Mario be able to convince Melania of the truth before a force of nature threatens to end that dream forever?


Let's flash back to earlier this year... I had just read Anise Storm's Obsession. Started it at 11:30 PM and I finished it just a few hours later. Who needs sleep? Now... You'd think I would have learned my lesson. Right?  What time did I start Tuscan Heat? Yep, 11:30 PM. When did I finish it? Yeah, a few hours later. How much sleep did I get? Not a whole lot. Was it worth it? Hell ya!

After I finished Anise's debut book, I had a feeling that she was going to become a new favorite erotic romance author. After finishing Tuscan Heat, there was no doubt in my mind that I will read everything Anise releases. I freaking loved this book! The chemistry between Mario and Melania was provocative and seductive. These two could melt an iceberg. I loved that it was dual perspective. That definitely gave the book more depth and I just plain loved getting inside Mario's head. The guy had it bad. Yum! Melania fought back as hard as she could before succumbing to her true feelings. Girl... Don't fight it! I just loved everything about Tuscan Heat. Everything from the characters to Anise's writing rocked. I'm so glad that this is the beginning of a new series and I hope that we don't have too much of a wait until the second book. Until then, Anise has the upcoming release of the sequel to Obsession later this year. 


Anise Storm is a new author of erotica, including BDSM and ménage. Possessing a life-long love of writing since childhood, she started by dabbling in poetry and other short stories.

A Southern transplant, Anise is married with children. She has a love of football, shoes, and tall, dark heroes. When not spending time with family or traveling, she can be found either curled up with a good book or writing.


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Thursday, July 21, 2016

Review: The Talented Mr. Maxwell by Julia Harlow

"Could you repeat that? I didn't hear anything after 'take' and 'mouth.'" - Grant Maxwell

The Talented Mr. Maxwell
Author: Julia Harlow
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: May 31, 2015
Source: Author for Review

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Dorrie Applegate just stumbled into a career-launching opportunity. The small-town Kentucky girl landed a gem of a position at Omni Publishing in New York City. Her first major assignment—writing a biography of one of the most sought-after male models in the world.

Grant Maxwell is at the apex of his career. Unfortunately the end of his run looms before him. At thirty-four, scores of younger, hungrier models nip at his heels, vying for his spot at the pinnacle of the fashion realm.  And he has no earthly idea what to do next.

In the midst of an unlikely and tumultuous love affair with Grant, Dorrie is suddenly forced into making an agonizing decision. It’s a decision that shatters Grant’s heart.

Step onto the volatile runway of fashion modeling packed to the hilt with clashing egos, impossibly gorgeous men, backstabbing, and biting jealousy. And caught in the snare of the dramatic intrigue? Dorrie Applegate and Grant Maxwell.


Confession time... I used to love soap operas. In fact, it was something that was passed down from my grandmother. She used to watch them when my mom was little. Then my mom caught on and she continues to watch her Days of Our Lives religiously. I lost interest after the early 2000's when a lot of the cast changed or left. Why did I love them? Well, there were two reasons. The romance addict in me loved the relationships and the love triangles that were inevitable (Team Mike & Carrie). I also loved the melodrama of it all. When every little event turned into such a scandal. Oh, my gosh... Those were the best! What does this have to do with The Talented Mr. Maxwell? I'd like to think that my love for soap operas fed into my love of Hollywood style romances. It may not take place in Hollywood, but the vibe is still the same and every emotion is magnified by 10.

Julia Harlow's The Talented Mr. Maxwell had the makings of the epic Hollywood romance. The attraction between Grant Maxwell and Dorrie Applegate is fierce and white hot. The chemistry between the two ignited from the moment they met. I was seriously jealous of Dorrie. Where are all the sizzling hot models when I fly? I loved Grant and Dorrie. Although he is an uber successful model, Grant is very humble and well spoken. He knows what he wants and that is Dorrie. Under him, above him, and everywhere around him. Dorrie is an intelligent and hardworking woman. She's flabbergasted as to why a man like Grant would be interested in her, but once she lets herself believe, she opens her heart and soul. I loved her as a character, which was why I was disappointed in some of the decisions she made. One decision in particular made me want to let her have it. Her character and sense of self was above her actions, but she succumbed to pressure and had an epic TSTL (too stupid to live) moment.

Emotions and the chemistry in The Talented Mr. Maxwell were definitely magnified by 10. Jealously, lust, love, anger... This book had it all. It was the intense emotions that led to one element in the book that was so raw and emotional that I was in awe of how well it played out. After Dorrie's TSTL moment, readers get a glimpse into just how dark her life had turned. Julia did not sugar coat that at all and I applaud her for it. Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed The Talented Mr. Maxwell. Julia's writing was fun and sexy at times. Her characters were complex and realistic. Once I started this book I could not put it down. My first Julia Harlow book and it left me intrigued about her other works.


From Julia's website...

When she’s not writing her next romance novel, Julia Harlow can be found reading a romance, taking a leisurely walk through the historic village she calls home, baking a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies, or watching the latest Netflix drama series.

Julia is the author of contemporary erotic romances. Her first book, Closed Set, was published in 2014. In 2015, The Talented Mr. Maxwell was published. Her most recent erotic romance, All Tyed Up, will be released on July 26, 2016.

 Julia Harlow lives and works in Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband and rescued cat, Fred.


Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Review: Seaside Lovers (Seaside Summers #7) by Melissa Foster

"Ride me, sweetheart. Make me yours." - Grayson Lacroux

Seaside Lovers
Series: Seaside Summers #7
Author: Melissa Foster
Publisher: World Literary Press
Release Date: July 20, 2016
Source: Author for Review

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After months of long-distance communication, actress Parker Collins and artist Grayson Lacroux finally plan to reconnect in the seaside town of Wellfleet, Massachusetts. But Parker never shows, and weeks pass without a word, leaving Grayson to believe he’s misinterpreted their budding relationship.

Parker has been running on autopilot ever since she lost her friend, mentor, and the only family she’s ever known, Bert Stein. Armed with junk food, tequila, and her big, lovable dog, she’s prepared to hole up and mourn—and determined to mend a fence Bert had never been able to with his estranged and bitter brother. But Parker didn’t count on the sinfully hot artist she’s been fantasizing about for nearly a year walking in on her grief-induced drunken night.

When Grayson stumbles across Parker, he has no idea what to make of the gorgeous blonde who blew him off despite the heat sizzling between them. But that doesn’t stop him from feeling protective of the woman who’s consumed his thoughts for months, and when he learns of Parker’s plans to confront an angry old man, he refuses to leave her side. As Parker’s past unfolds, they’re led on an unexpected journey of discovery. Their connection deepens, and late-night fantasies become passionate realities, until good intentions spark painful secrets, threatening the love they’ve found.


What better way to spend a hot summer day than visiting friends from Melissa Foster's Seaside Summers? As the heat rises, I'm sure we all wish we were chunky dunking with the girls. I know I was... Wishing, that is. I'm not brave enough to dunk anything, chunky or otherwise. As with all of my reviews on Melissa's wonderful books, I picked one word that I felt best describes Seaside Lovers. The word of the day is... Destiny. Although it can describe just about every book that Melissa has written, destiny and fate play a big role in this one. When you think about it, Parker was destined to meet Bert. Not only does he help a struggling 18 year old, it turns out that he guided her on a deeper level at the end of the book. Parker and Grayson were destined to meet. After months of emailing each other, it is obvious that they were meant to be together. I love that about Melissa's books. I love that each of her characters have a perfect mate in the world. Whether they've met them yet or not, you know that every one of them will have their moment to shine. It makes for a lot of reading, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Yet another fabulous book from an author that has definitely become one of my favorites. 



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.