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Review of All I Am: Drew’s Story (A This Man novella) by Jodi Ellen Malpas

All I Am: Drew’s Story by Jodi Ellen Malpas
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Finding out this book was coming was a highlight in my life. I’ve missed the world that revolves around Jesse Ward and was completely excited to learn that one his best mates, Drew, was finally going to get his happily ever after.

All I Am is written solely from Drew’s perspective. If you have read the series, this takes place eight years after Jesse and Ava’s story began. His trust issues have him set in his ways and enjoying his pastime at his current club, since The Manor is no longer in business. No attachments has been his way of living but the moment Raya enters his life it’s like she jumpstarted his heart.

It was amazing to see the transformation in him. He was always a good guy and he didn’t deserve what had happened to him years before. It’s no wonder he’s lived his life the way he did. Raya sparked something in him. Her beauty entranced him and the mystery behind her eyes captivated him.

The chemistry they shared was erotic and beautiful. In giving her the detached pleasure she craved, he ended up giving and wanting much more from her than he ever planned on. He didn’t want the strings, any attachments or any other of the messy that comes from more than just the play he’s done over the years. But no matter how hard he fought, the man deep within that only those he’s close with, is craving it. Craving her.

Jodi Ellen Malpas did an outstanding job of writing this novella in a way that it could be enjoy on its own. It’s been a couple years since I read her This Man trilogy and I was able to enjoy Drew’s story without having to go back and re-read any of the previous books. However, I would like to suggest getting to know Jesse Ward if you haven’t already. That is one book boyfriend that gets under your skin with the most pleasurable love to hate/hate to love fascination. He’s one of the most unforgettable characters I have ever come across.

For such a quick read, this story had so much depth and emotion. It was beautifully written (and in some scenes… almost on the verge of being poetic, in my opinion) and a perfect companion for my This Man series collection.
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It’s just a sound, a sound of anticipation that I’ve heard from hundreds of women before her, yet from her mouth it’s the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever encountered.

This woman radiates sex. She’s cryptic. She is temptation personified, and it’s a constant struggle not to grab her and kiss her.

Jesus Christ, this woman could be my downfall. Could make me forget who I am. All I am.

“But I know that every time we’re close, suddenly things are gray. I can’t figure you out. You’re warm and cold. I know what I’m scared of, but what are you scared of, Drew?”
“You.”

“I’m a man touching forty and for the first time in my life, I’m in tatters over a woman. You, Raya.”

If happiness was a chain, it would be platinum with solid hearts between every link and entwined around my swelling heart.
I’m chained, make no mistake, but I’m the most free I’ve ever been.

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Review Spotlight of MARRIAGE GAMES (The Games Duet #1) by C.D. Reiss

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Insta-love for this INCREDIBLE story! It was scorching HOT, sexy and emotionally intense.

          “Bedroom games. That’s all it is. But they’re serious, and when played right, everyone wins.”

I’ve read plenty of CD Reiss’s work and have never been disappointed, but Marriage Games? In my opinion, this story was on a whole new level. It took me some time to recover after reading it.

Days later, I’m still quite numb. It’s just so hard to put into words all the emotions that were evoked. Not only was this book filled with sexy, steamy sex but it was an emotional roller coaster of two people that spent years together and losing their way.

This was a TRULY relateable story. Adam’s frustration and heartache was palpable. I hurt so much for him. It was apparent from that first page how much he loved Diana and the fact that he was willing to try and fight to keep her or make it difficult for her to let go.

          “But it’s gone too far. You let it get too far without talking to me. That’s on you. I’m sure I did plenty wrong, but what you’ve done? You didn’t give me a chance. You didn’t let me love you the way you wanted to be loved. And make no mistake, Diana, little huntress, I love you. I have loved you from day one. I loved you more each day, and I’m going to keep loving you whether you want me to or not.”

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Ready for a new #taboo romance? Check out this new novella release – Available for just 99c

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Genre: Contemporary, Erotica, Taboo
Release Date: August 24, 2016
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Stepdaddy Savage is a smutty Taboo novella featuring an over-the-top alpha. Read at your own risk.

You do not say no to Graham Savage, because Graham Savage doesn’t ask. Just like his name suggests, he takes, and right now, he believes I’m his.

He is a cold, calculated, ruthless, formidable Irish mobster, and… my step-dad.

Regardless of the fact that it’s nothing more than a business transaction, he’s technically married to my mom. Even still, I find myself scared to be caught, yet even more terrified of being cut loose.

They say love is like a butterfly…well, we are about to prove to the world that it’s also like a punch in the face. Sometimes inevitable…and always painful.

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Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing in my club?” He leans on his desk, looking casual yet somehow frightening. His eyes, green like lime, shine with a hint of danger in them, and his lips purse.
“I wanted to…I dunno, to unwind. Have some fun.” I shrug, looking down.
“Be specific,” he orders.
“I wanted to drink and dance,” I admit through gritted teeth, feeling myself blushing again and hating myself for it. “And Jersey is small and I didn’t want to bump into my usual high school crowd. All the seniors are going to stupid house parties, which I don’t like. I knew I could probably sneak into this place because it’s so…” Full of underage bimbos, I’m tempted to add, but I don’t. “It’s New York,” I heave a sigh, shrugging with one shoulder.
“I knew we’d eventually get in somewhere.”
“Drink and dance?” he repeats coldly.
I doubt Graham has ever danced. I know he drinks but he seems to be too icy and calculated to do something as fun as dancing. I offer a little nod, feeling a tad less scared but a lot more intrigued. He turns to the wall behind his desk. There are long shelves full of expensive liquor behind his desk. They cover up the whole goddamn wall, to be exact. With his hands knotted behind his back, he examines the liquor like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world before plucking one full bottle of scotch. He takes out four shot glasses from the drawer in his desk and places them in a straight line. After which he unscrews the cap and pours the alcohol into all of them with the skill of a bartender.
I flinch. Is he going to get drunk in front of me just to show me that he can and I can’t? What a douche.
A hot douche, my brain corrects, quite unnecessarily.
He is my step-dad. I shouldn’t even think about it.
“What song did you say was playing? The one I should have my DJ fired for?”
Oh, shit. He is definitely smirking. And hot damn, he has a dimple. Just the one, on his left cheek. He is so perfectly imperfect. This is not looking good for me. I’ve lived with this man for three years and I’ve only just noticed that he has one dimple. I love dimples, goddammit.
“My Boo by Ghost Town.” I swallow. I actually really like that song, but it’s so nineties.
Graham plops down on his executive chair and rolls himself toward the giant Apple screen. He taps his keyboard a few times before the familiar song starts blasting through his speakers. Then, he leans back on his chair and stares at me closely.
“What?” I ask, knowing that my eyes are wide and that I look, in all probability, like a deer caught in headlights.
“Dance. Drink.” He moves one of the full shot glasses across the desk and in my direction, some of the liquid spilling over the expensive oak. “That’s what you’re here for, no?”

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“Kennedy, do you mind sitting in the chair?” Max asks.

I turn to look at him and then focus on the chair. I can do this. After joining him up on stage, I take a seat.

Kneeling down in front of me, he smiles. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, all you have to do is say stop. We’re not going to do something you don’t want.”

          “Okay.”

          “Are you ready?” Closing my eyes, I nod. The lights dim but when I open my eyes, I can’t see the couch. The lights above have hidden them from sight, making it feel like I’m the only one in the room. Music starts to play and it’s no shock that “Pony” by Ginuwine is the song choice. It’s the perfect one to set the mood.

          I can feel someone behind me and then their warm hands caressing my shoulders. The smell of his cologne drifts to my nose and I gasp. Is it the guy I talked to in the club? Heart racing, I wait for him to face me, but he stays behind me, his mouth so close to my ear.

          “Are you ready, Kennedy?” he murmurs. I suck in a breath and freeze. It is him. He circles around me, his dark eyes full of heat. “Are you?” he repeats.

          He moves closer, straddling my legs with his hard cock pressed between my breasts. Sliding lower, his body shields me from view as he settles between my thighs. His hand slides under my skirt and he smirks, knowing the others can’t see what he’s doing. What’s exciting is that I’m actually letting him do it. I want him to touch me. If the others weren’t in the room, there’s no telling what I’d allow him to do. My body craves a man’s touch.

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          He pushes his hand farther up my skirt, his middle finger skimming across my underwear. My skin’s on fire and I know he can feel the wetness between my legs. Groaning low, he gently nips my breast through my shirt.

          “How ’bout we give ’em a show?” he asks, murmuring the words.

           All I can say is ‘okay’ and then I’m in his arms. He carries me over to the bed and lays me down, covering my body with his. His hips move against mine as if we’re having sex and in my mind I can just imagine us doing it. With his back to my friends, he lowers his underwear so I can see his arousal. My whole body trembles and I want desperately to feel him inside of me. He slides his hands up my legs and pulls down my underwear, breathing in my scent. The song is almost over but yet I want more. It feels like I’m high, drugged up on sex and lust. When the music stops, the room is dead silent except for our breathing. Hunter’s chest rises up and down, his eyes wild and unsatisfied. At least he looks how I feel.

          “Do you still think I’m gay?” he asks, whispering the words.

          A small smirk spreads across my lips. “Maybe. It’s a shame you can’t prove otherwise.”

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          The lights brighten and he slides off my body. Grabbing his robe, he puts it on and backs slowly away. “Until next time …”

I watch him walk away, my heart pounding against my chest. I’ve never been so exhilarated in all my life. Thunderous steps pound toward me, and then Sara appears in my line of sight, fanning herself. “Holy shit, I can’t believe you did that. It was so hot.”

“Yes it was. And I really want to do it again.”

          Chris and Max both chuckle. “She’s addicted now,” Chris says. “Looks like you have a new member.” He’s completely, and without a doubt, right. I’m addicted and I want more … a lot more.

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Are you ready for Society X?
**STANDALONE NOVEL by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors, Heidi McLaughlin & L.P. Dover.**

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Viewing Room will release on September 6th.

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Viewing Room Rules:
The rules of Society X are simple . . . break them and you’re out.
Rule #1 – No names
It doesn’t matter if you want to know, it’s forbidden.
Rule #2 – No exchanging numbers
It doesn’t matter if you want to call, it’s forbidden.
Rule #3 – Everything is to remain strictly anonymous.
It doesn’t matter if you want to tell, it’s forbidden.
Whatever your desire.
Whatever your fantasy.
The Viewing Room will make it happen.
For Kennedy Vaughn, it’s an escape.
For Hunter Miles, entering the Viewing Room means he’s been selected.
What you witness in the viewing room will have you asking for more . . .

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Today’s Spotlight: #Review of PERFECT TEN by Nikki Worrell

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It’s extremely rare that I claim a book boyfriend, but Joseph Starling is one I can’t NOT claim. He was the sexiest, sweetest and funniest guy I have come across in such a long time. He was an all around charmer and gentleman. So I officially say…HE. IS. MINE!!!!

With all the reading I’ve done over the last couple of years, I don’t understand how it’s possible to not have known about this book. As I understand it, it’s a re-release and I could just scream that I hadn’t read it before. This book meant so much to me. Not only was it highly entertaining, but it managed to bring forth memories in a past relationship of mine. Fond memories that I’m thankful for.

This book felt very personal for me. You see, I was Faith and he was my very own Joe. Like Joe, he loved me just as I was. No matter how I felt about myself or what his friends thought. I wasn’t the usual type he’d dated before me (nor was I a close couple comparison) but I’d been the only one he considered committed for.

Now, on to the book:
Joe Starling learned early that pleasing a woman right was the best way to get more opportunities to do it again. The life of escort fell upon him at an age where it was a total dream job and he was loving it. The money, women and fun were all he could have asked for. That’s until one client walked into his office and was nothing like those he’d been escorting. From that moment, he couldn’t get her out of his head and he did everything he could [maybe a little stalking too] to learn more about her. He wanted to know EVERYTHING. Not once did her ever see her as a job.

Faith was a beautiful woman who grew up with waif-thin female family members and the belief that she was too big or not as pretty. It had everything to do with her lack of confident and self-esteem. On the outside, she could be mistaken for a “mouse”, but on the inside she was the bold and confident sex-kitten she should have been. Meeting Joe and being the object of his affection and protection ultimately gave her the strength and confidence she needed to be the woman she was meant to be.

With a past that wouldn’t let him go and a present that held her down, they both fought through difficult obstacles in order to be together and it made the story that much sweeter.

This story brought me back to a time of my life I hadn’t thought of in quite some time and gave me a sense of longing to have that back. My ending wasn’t as happy as it was for Joe and Faith, but I was happy living vicariously through them. For a pick me or a boost, this is a great story to get back your confidence in knowing you are a beautiful woman. No matter your flaws and we should always strive to find a man that will make it his mission the remind us how special and beautiful and sexy we are whenever he can.
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Genre: Contemporary, Erotica
Release Date: August 15, 2016
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Man candy isn’t on her menu. But maybe one taste won’t hurt…

Joe Starling has been stinking rich, and he’s been poor. But from the moment he figured out what makes women scream, he’s been raking in the cash. Not as a prostitute. Not technically…

Sex isn’t officially part of the Perfect Ten escort service’s package. Yet Joe is almost embarrassed to admit his “package” has gotten quite a workout in the past seven years. Truth be told, the ladies want him, and he can’t say no.

Faith Graham’s first reaction to Joe Starling? No. Make that hell no. She needs an average Joe on her arm for her model-thin sister’s wedding. Who will believe a dazzling hunk like him would date the Graham sister who has a few too many curves?

For the first time, Joe experiences what it’s like for a woman to look at him with loathing rather than lust. And he doesn’t like the feeling. Because there is nothing in this world he wants more than to turn her emphatic no into a heartfelt yes. In fact, a lifetime lifetime of yes would work just fine for him…

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The conclusion to Latch and Abby’s intense love story is LIVE!!

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Genre: Mystery, Erotica
Release Date: July 31, 2016
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I followed my heart and took the leap of a lifetime. Leaving everything I’ve ever known behind, diving into the abyss of love. That consuming, sacred, life-changing feeling that takes you captive. And you would do the same, if Latch looked into your eyes the way he did mine.

He blurred everything else out.

It didn’t matter where we were…I was all that mattered.

Now, as I’m slipping – fading – remembering what we shared, I find peace in the darkness, because I have no regrets.

Every motherf*cking rule I’ve lived my life by went out the window the moment I laid eyes on her.

Abby instantly turned my world upside down.

And from the second she gave in to me, I was a changed man.

Never the same again.

How could I be?

She was my once in a lifetime.

And now that she’s gone, every part of me is broken, shattered from the inside out.
The connection we shared was so strong that the memories alone will never be enough.
Placing the cold, black steel to my temple, I am reassured knowing that this…is the only way…

***This book is an Erotic Romance novel and contains mature subject matter. It is not intended for those under 18 years of age.***

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Your Naughty Book Update for May 23, 2016: The SEXIEST COUPLE ALIVE, #review of a winner takes all submissive competition and a $25 #Giveaway

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Genre: Contemporary, New Adult
Release Date: May 23, 2016
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Sexiest Man Alive (Knight Fashion #1)

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Nathan Cross is living his dream. Not only is he modeling for Knight Fashion Magazine, recently voted “sexiest man alive,” but he is dating a beautiful photographer who could be his new future. When he unexpectedly reunites with his past love, his world crashes around him. Two loves. The past or the future: which one will he choose?

Olivia’s past choices come back to haunt her and could ruin everything she has worked so hard to build. Troy has the power to destroy any hope of happiness. She will do everything to keep that from happening, even if it means giving up her second chance with Nathan. Lies. Revenge. Scandal. Olivia could lose it all.

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Ten submissive women. One billionaire dominant.
Three months competing for his “affections.”
One winner takes all.

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Genre: Erotica Romance
Release Date: May 23, 2016
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Dominic Reed, heir to an oil fortune, has spent his entire adult life perfecting his dark hobby. With little control in every other area of his manicured life, he finds his release as a dominant. With more money than he knows what to do with, he creates a TV show: The Dom Games.
This year is different than the past seasons, this year Dominic will be the star. He wants a forever submissive.
Before last month Kayla Parchet thought the word submissive only referred to dogs. Fresh out of college with a business degree that is scrap paper, she needs to get an Ivy League masters degree to pursue her dreams. When Kayla is accepted to be one of the ten, her world takes a dark turn as she competes against women who live the submissive lifestyle for enjoyment. Can she hold on to her dreams long enough to win the competition and ten million dollars? Or will she get sucked into Dominic’s twisted world?
Only a few whips and canes stand between Kayla and the future she’s always desired.
Lights, camera, sex…

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This was my first read from this author an I am now a fan. The premise of the story intrigued me. It’s a combination of The Bachelor and Fifty Shades…except our heroine in this story is no meek mouse. And I loved her!

Kayla Parchet is in need of funding to obtain her Masters so the easiest way to get her hands on that kind of money is to hope she’s picked for The Doms Games. A hit reality show where a Dom tries out several women to find his perfect submissive. The problem is, Kayla is NOT submissive. She outspoken, brash, spunky and stubborn. She’s PERFECT for reality TV.

Dominic Reed is a powerful man and his sexual preferences are highly publicized, but he’s reached the point he want to find his “forever” sub. Being the Dom on the upcoming season of the show is his way of, hopefully, finding what he’s looking for. He’s intrigued by Kayla and her behavior. He sees her lack of tendency to be/act submissive and makes it his mission to “break” her. And that’s where the entertainment comes in.

Both of these characters clash yet feel pulled to each other and they’re both so strong willed. I loved seeing them together. Kayla’s sassiness and sarcasm was awesome! Her quick whit kept Dominc and her competition on their toes. She truly was the star of the show.

This was a great read from start to finish and the only reason it didn’t get five stars is because I was expecting more BDSM aspects within the story line. Aside from that, I loved this book.
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Genre: New Adult
Release Date: June 20, 2016
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This isn’t a love story, but it is a story of love.

And hate.

Loss.

And struggle.

Self-preservation.

And addiction.

Then there’s Yanelys Sanchez—the one who made the journey worthwhile. She was the one who picked up my broken pieces, smoothed out the rough edges, and made me whole.

At least as much as I can be.

I’m still failing, still recovering, still trying. I’m only human—drunk on the idea that she, and only she, can save me.

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Naughty Book Update for March 11, 2016: A sexy cover reveal for a new moto racer romance and return of Damien Stark

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What’s harder than resisting one Dane man? Resisting two.

I don’t date bikers. It’s my one cardinal rule. No rough, rugged, tattooed egotistical maniacs on two wheels. Even if they are gorgeous, brilliant, and sport the prefix Doctor. Bottom line, bikers are nothing but trouble.

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Dr. Devlin Dane has had his sights set on my panties for months. But I’ve done a stellar job of fending him off. As Mercy Medical’s most eligible bachelor, he has no problem in the panty dropping department. He’s tall, dark, and inked all over. I get the appeal, I’m not dead. I’m not stupid either. He’s a walking heartbreak waiting to happen.

But when Reese Dane comes crashing into my life – literally- the game suddenly changes.

Reese, the dark, brooding, motorcycle racing champion, knows exactly how to apply the right pressure on and off the track.

The two have an unstoppable pull like centrifugal force, and both bad boy bikers are determined to take me on a high-powered ride I’ll never forget…
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From New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner comes a tantalizing ebook novella starring fan favorites Damien Stark and his wife, Nikki Fairchild. Deepest Kiss follows the couple from their island resort to their home in Los Angeles, and introduces Dallas Sykes, the seductive bad boy in the newest Stark International Novel, Dirtiest Secret—the first book in a new trilogy of the S.I.N. series.

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My love for Damien Stark runs deep, and my need for his touch runs even deeper. He’s my shelter in this world, my light when everything seems dark, and all it takes is one kiss for my body to come alive.

Yet no matter where we go, our secrets threaten to surface. Someone dangerous from my past is back to stir up trouble, and now it feels like there’s nowhere I can hide.

 I know Damien will always protect me, that our fierce desire will give us strength. In his arms I find safe harbor—and the sweetest release.

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“You wouldn’t,” I say, though I can’t keep the genuine worry out of my voice.
“Wouldn’t I?”
I shake my head, trying to appear more certain than I feel.
“Why not?”
“Because that wouldn’t just punish me. It would torture you, too.”
“It would,” he agrees. “And while I’m not usually averse to self-sacrifice for a good cause–and,” he adds as his eyes skim over my body, “you are a very good cause–tonight I have something else in mind. Take off your jeans, baby. Take off everything and get on the floor. I want you at my mercy.”
“I’m always at your mercy,” I say as I begin to comply, and from the gleam in his eyes, it’s clear that he knows it.
“You are,” he says, a softness sneaking in to dull the sharp edge of his voice. “As much as I’m at yours. But I’ve been thinking about you all day, hot and naked and wet for me. And tonight I’m taking what I want. And baby? I promise you’re going to enjoy it.”
I’m on the floor now, my clothes abandoned, and I whimper a little as his words caress me, making my nipples peak and my clit throb. I have absolutely no doubt he’s right. But enjoy is to mild a term. Whatever he has planned, I’m going to fucking love it.
“Roll over and get on your knees,” he demands as he unbuttons his shirt, then tosses it aside.

I do as he says, then look over my shoulder to see him, looking magnificent with his broad shoulders and tight abs. He’s strong and lean and hard, and there’s no question that he used to be an elite athlete. I don’t care about tennis at the moment, though. On the contrary, right then all I want to do is taste every delicious inch of him.

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Slave to the Rhythm COVER Slave to the Rhythm
by Jane Harvey Berrick

Release Date: March 8, 2016

DANCE. Guns.

MUSIC. Bullets.

RHYTHM. Pain.

Music in my head, dance in my body, the rhythm of my heart.

How far can you fall in just one month? How quickly can the human spirit be broken? Where does evil hide in plain sight?

Ash wants to dance. Needs it. To leave behind a life of expectation and duty, to set his soul free.

But life is never that simple. Every step is a journey on a new road.

For every action, there is a reaction.

Every choice has a consequence.

And when you meet the wrong person, all bets are off.

Laney tolerates her limitations, pushing quietly at boundaries. But when Ash crashes into her world through rage and violence, it sets off a chain reaction that neither of them expected.   Add to Goodreads

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His eyes glowed, passion firing through them. Then he lowered his head and kissed the back of my hand.

It was a sweet, old fashioned gesture, totally at odds with the lust I saw as he let his eyes stroll across my body, seemingly unable to choose between my breasts or my lips.

I helped make up his mind by folding my arms around him and tugging his head down so I could press my lips against his.

He opened his mouth, then proceeded to give me the hottest, slowest, most tantalizing kiss I’d ever had. He was telling me that he was in control and he’d kiss me the way he damn well wanted.

Playful Ash, serious Ash, flirty Ash—I couldn’t help thinking that sexy-as-sin Ash was proving to be my favorite.

His hips moved in a slow rhythm that may have been dancing or may have been back-to-basics grassroots grinding. I reached down for the heat between his legs, massaging the growing bulge at the front of his jeans.

A shudder ran through his body and he ground harder against my hand. I couldn’t wait to be skin to skin.

I unbuttoned his shirt clumsily, fingers deft as sausages as I tried to get at his bare skin. He laughed against my lips and lifted his arms so I could pull the cotton over his head.

Skin like warm silk, smooth and soft, covering hard muscle, my fingers dragged across the planes and ripples of his chest and stomach, then fluttered over the welts and scarred flesh of his back.

Ash kicked off his shoes, and rid himself of the rest of his clothes before prowling toward me. His eyes said, naked now! Mine replied, make me.

He swept me from my feet so swiftly, my stomach swooped, and he carried me to the bed, our bed, working my clothes from my body between slow, hot kisses.

I closed my eyes, needing some defense against his beautiful face and the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me. He was an ocean wave, the high tide, and I was drowning in happiness and physical pleasure.

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Porn Star by Laurelin Paige and Sierra Simone
Release Date: March 8th

You know me.

Come on, you know you do.

Maybe you pretend you don’t. Maybe you clear your browser history religiously. Maybe you pretend to be aghast whenever someone even mentions the word porn in your presence.

But the truth is that you do know me.

Everybody knows Logan O’Toole, world famous porn star.

Except then Devi Dare pops into my world, and pretty soon I’m doing things that aren’t like me—like texting her with flirty banter and creating an entire web porn series just so I can get to star in her bed. Again. And again.

With Devi, my entire universe shifts, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize that Logan O’Toole isn’t the guy I thought he was.

So maybe I’m not the guy you thought I was either.

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I spin around and throw my phone as hard as I can into the pool.
It lands with a small splash, sinking like a brushed-aluminum stone straight to the bottom. My momentary satisfaction is eclipsed by immense regret, because I just got that phone a few weeks ago. Fuck it, I can get a new one tomorrow. If that’s the price I have to pay to keep myself separate from Raven, then so be it.
I take a few healthy chugs of the Laphroaig.
“I hope you’ve got a good warranty,” a cheerful voice says from next to me. Even over the smoky scent of the whisky, I smell her. Cinnamon and sunshine.
I inelegantly swallow the Scotch still in my mouth, turning to face the person next to me. “Devi.”
She flashes me her sunny grin, and then returns the greeting by playfully bumping her shoulder against my arm. Heat flares across my bicep, emanating from the place where our bare skin touched, and the heat slowly migrates towards my chest, independent of the blood now pumping to my groin.
I am suddenly very aware of the fact that Devi and I have never been alone. Strange, given that we’ve given each other orgasms, but Raven’s Real Playdates was the only time we’ve worked together, and there are so many people on a porn set that it’s impossible to feel any sense of alone-ness, even when you’re staring them in the eyes while they suck you off. And even though we’ve seen each other at parties and events since then, we’ve only ever said hi or how are you or where’s the drinks? Not exactly the basis for a deep understanding of one another.
So I should probably explain why I just chucked a brand new phone into the water, and also maybe not reveal the fact that I have a massive crush on her.
I try to muster the casual, flirty guy I was earlier tonight. “Devi, I…”
I jack off to you almost every day.
“…I, uh, didn’t know anyone else was out here. Or I wouldn’t have, you know.” I mime throwing the phone.
She laughs and then bends down to unfasten her leather heel. “If it’s in a good case, it might still be okay,” she says. I watch, transfixed, as she kicks off both shoes, shimmies out of her shorts, and then walks to the edge of the pool. She’s wearing what legally might qualify as underwear, but only just barely.
Have I mentioned Devi Dare’s ass? Because I should. She has one of the best asses known to mankind. Plump and thick and juicy, the kind of ass that invites biting and squeezing, and the way it slopes out from her small waist is pure poetry. And those legs—despite the obvious muscles in her calves and thighs, they still move as she walks, like her ass does, and there’s something so healthy about it, so tantalizing about her body with its wide hips and slightly soft stomach and full breasts. She’s sexy in such a visceral, biological way, the kind of way that says you want to make babies with me. My cock lengthens as I watch her, tens of thousands of years of evolution telling me to haul her off and impregnate her.
She turns, hands on her hips. “Are you going to join me?”
“I was just enjoying the view,” I say, and it comes out a little too raspy, a little too honest, but then I follow it up with a weak grin and then she laughs and jumps into the pool. With a final gulp of whisky, I put the cork in the bottle and then fling myself in after her, clothes, shoes and all.
The water is cool and it’s the best kind of contrast to the dry heat of the night and the warmth of the Scotch in my stomach, and the new kind of warmth that’s agitating in my chest, something frictive and thrilling and pressing up against my anger and my broken heart. Something that started the moment Devi brushed up against my arm.
I jumped into the deep end, and so it’s a few beats before my feet press flat against the bottom and I can push myself back up. I break the surface, sputtering, and awkwardly try to swim over to Devi with one hand still clenched around my Scotch bottle. She treads water as steadily and gracefully as a water nymph, her long hair floating around her shoulders and her gold top drifting away from her skin, giving me just the barest glimpse of one nipple, dark rose and peaked into a tight furl. Water droplets cling to the thick fringe of her eyelashes.
“You’re not very good at swimming,” she points out as I make my way closer.
“Never liked it much,” I say, swimming past her and moving to where my feet can touch. With a sigh of relief, I set my feet down, examine the Scotch bottle to make sure no pool water leaked in, and then I take a long drink. I’m on my way to being drunk, but I’m intent on sealing the deal. What can I say? I’m a finisher.
Devi drifts up next to me, holding something in her hand. It takes me a minute to realize that it’s my phone, the entire reason we spontaneously jumped into the pool in the first place. And somehow, miraculously, the pricey case the Apple Store girl talked me into buying has saved the phone. The screen still glows with my unwritten text message.
Somehow, between the pool and the Scotch and Devi Dare with no pants on, I’ve lost the urge to talk to Raven. I take the phone and toss it carelessly onto the concrete and then turn back to Devi.
“You, on the other hand, seem like quite the swimmer,” I say with a smile, offering her the Scotch. She takes it and raises the bottle to her lips.
“I was raised in California, you know,” she says and then takes a drink.
“Well, so was I. But my parents are Boston transplants, so I guess they never saw swimming as a priority for me.”
She hands the bottle back to me. “I think I had floaties before I had a bicycle. My parents are very, uh…” She searches for the right words. “Natural people. They think it’s important to be periodically cleansed of negative energy, and flowing water is one of the best ways to do that. So we went swimming at least once a week.”
I can see the faintest blush coloring the apples of her cheeks, as if she’s embarrassed of what her parents believe. And then I wonder if she’s embarrassed because she believes it a little too.
God, that blush is so sexy. I want to lick it right off her face. And then pin her down and lick her everywhere.
She tilts her head to the sky. “You can see Cassiopeia tonight.”
I look up, following her gaze, but I see nothing other than the golden glow hovering above the city and a smattering of faint, twinkling stars. “Is Cassiopeia a constellation?” I venture.
She laughs and nods, and then she reaches over and takes my head in her hands. My pulse thrums, that warmth in my chest explodes into flames, and I want her to kiss me kiss me kiss me, but before I can turn my head to her, she trains my face to the sky, facing the right direction this time.
“Do you see it?” she asks. Her mouth is close to my neck, and I wonder what it would feel like if she bit me there. “It looks like a letter M.” She traces the shape of it with her fingers, until finally I see it–an underwhelming handful of tired stars.
“You can’t see it this far into the city sometimes,” she continues.
“Cassiopeia sounds like a porn name,” I say frankly and she laughs again.
“Ptolemy named it.”
I give her a blank look. I got pretty good grades in school, but it’s been more than ten years since graduation, and anything not intimately related to film or the kind of math I need to run my business has been filtered out of my brain.
“Ptolemy was a Greek astronomer,” she explains, giving me an amused glance. “He named it after a famous queen in Greek mythology. She was so beautiful and vain and boastful that she brought the wrath of Poseidon down on her kingdom.”
Beautiful, vain, boastful. My mind swerves back to Raven, possibly still in this very house, possibly still being screwed with that evil smile on her face. Where is Poseidon when you need him?
No.
No, I won’t let Raven crowd into my happy, drunk moment with Devi and the Scotch. I speak as much to drive away thoughts of my ex as to comment on Devi’s astronomy knowledge. “You know a lot about this shit,” I tell her, turning my eyes back to her face completely.
And now she really blushes. “I really like astronomy. Stars and galaxies and stuff. It makes life feel so…big…you know?”
The thing is, I do know. That big feeling, I mean. I get it every time I watch an amazing film, every time I imagine my own films with just the right setting and just the right cinematography and just the right score.
“I’ve never met a performer who’s told me anything like that,” I say. And it’s true. Not once have I been around another adult film star and had them confess a purely impractical fascination. A call toward something that makes them feel like life is magical.
She blinks, and the way her long, thick eyelashes brush against her wet cheeks is arresting. “Really?”
“Really. Devi Dare, I do believe you are my first.”

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Ryder (Slater Brothers #4) by L.A. Casey
Release Date: March 8, 2016

Branna Murphy is broken. For months now she has been a part of a one-sided relationship to a man she loves more than life itself. She prayed for a miracle, and hoped something would change, but found that was wishful thinking.

Talking didn’t work. Shouting didn’t work. Crying didn’t work. Nothing bloody worked.

Ryder Slater is furious. For months now he has been lying to a woman he would take a bullet for in order to protect her. He is involved in something that goes deeper than his old past, and if he strays off target, people will start to die. People he loves.

He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t slip up. He couldn’t lose focus. He couldn’t do a damn thing.

Things between Ryder and Branna are at rock bottom, and Ryder knows it. Not only will he be taking on a force that could destroy his whole family, but he will be battling tooth and nail to save his relationship and keep the love of his life by his side.

Ryder targeted Branna from the first moment he saw her, and what Ryder targets, Ryder dominates.
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“Hi,” he said, smiling wide. “Branna was it?”

He knew good and bloody well what my name was, he was teasing now.

I cleared my throat. “Hi back… Ryder was it?”

“Yeah,” he smirked. “I’m Ryder.”

Yes. He. Was.

“Ryder,” I repeated.

He lowered his head back to mine and said, “You’re beautiful.”

I blinked, dumbly. “You’re beautifuler.”

I cringed the second the words left my mouth.

He snorted and asked, “Who’s sweet talking who here?”

Not me, I knew that much, I was talking out of my arse.

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Little Black Break (The Black Trilogy #2)
by Tabatha Vargo & Melissa Andrea
Release Date: March 8, 2016

My name’s Sebastian Black, and my life as I know it is over. My little black book days were numbered the minute I met Rosslyn. She became my one and only and lightened my dark soul.

But now my past is threatening my future—threatening the woman I love. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. Even if I have to lie—pretend to cheat—I need her to leave my world and remain safe. 

Breaking her heart is killing me, but I refuse to let my old sins destroy the only good in my life.

If you love her, let her go. If you’re dangerous like me, pray she stays away. I won’t let her get caught in the crossfire. No matter who I have to break.

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“Sebastian says touch yourself.” His husky voice brushed the side of my neck, sending chills to my toes. “Slide your fingers into your sweet pussy so I can suck them clean.”

I melted beneath him, my thighs widening automatically as my wandering fingers rolled over my clit. Sensation moved over me and my body tensed. Sebastian was the king of foreplay, leaving me wet and ready—throbbing so hard I thought I’d die if he didn’t put me out of my misery.

“Please, Sebastian. Give me what I want,” I begged.SSays1

All this time together and he was still able to make me beg for his touch—make me breathe his name until he soothed the sweet ache he’d built between my thighs.

“Ah, come on, Mrs. Black. How do you expect me to hold out when you beg so sweetly?”

“I’m not Mrs. Black yet, Mr. Black,” I teased.

Sebastian had officially proposed the night I graduated from Tech with my Associate’s in Criminal Justice. He’d offered to pay for an expensive four-year college, but I was determined to do things on my own, which meant Tech it was. And with my past and the many years I’d spent needing justice for the murder of my parents, criminal justice made sense.

His proposal was unexpected since everyone who knew Sebastian knew he wasn’t the marrying kind. Even I was shocked when he dropped to one knee in the middle of our bedroom and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him.

I’d had some champagne at the celebratory dinner after my graduation ceremony, and I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly, but then he looked up at me with pure adoration and I knew—I just knew—I never wanted to be away from him. I’d never love another man the way I loved Sebastian, and no other man would ever love me the way he did.

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I said yes, and we spent the rest of the night making love.

It was beautiful.

Perfection.

Everything Sebastian embodied.

That was a week ago, and his look of adoration still lingered in his expression, but as he looked down at me, it was a raw, unadulterated need that filled his clear blue eyes.

His grin was dark and dangerous as he pulled my fingers from my trembling body and sucked the glistening moisture from their length—his tongue flicking at the tips. Desire struck me deep and I bit into my lip to control the animalistic growl that crawled up the back of my throat.

Dark, damp hair fell over his scorching blue eyes and I brushed it away with my free hand, losing my fingers in its thickness. My hips lifted from the plush mattress, begging on their own for his length.

He chuckled, the sound rich and exotic as it rumbled across my skin.

“Official or not, you’re mine, Rosslyn. You’ve been mine since the first time I laid eyes on you. Do you understand?”

His thick cock massaged my entrance soothing the ache briefly as he teased me in return. With his skin beneath my nails, I dug my fingers deep into his flesh as I tried to pull his body into mine.

“Now, Sebastian. I need you,” I breathed.

“No, beautiful, not until you give me what I want.”

I knew what he wanted, but like him, I liked to make him beg for it. It was why we worked.

Push and pull.

Give and take.

I was able to hook Sebastian Black because I wasn’t afraid to fight him—to make him quake with want, quiver with need. We drove each other crazy, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Still, I pressed my lips together, holding out for a little longer.

He pushed against me harder, my insides burning for his intrusion.

“Fuck,” he rumbled. “Say it, Rosslyn. Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you what you want all night long, baby.”

I lifted my hips to draw him in, but he pulled back letting the cool air rush between us.

“Give me what I want and I’ll tell you what you want to hear,” I countered.

Again, he snickered; the evident strain in his voice letting me know I was close to winning.

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His body was stiff above me, his biceps trembling from holding up his weight and his hips shaking against my core. I could see the defeat in his eyes as he licked his lips and his breath quickened. He was incredibly sexy all the time, but nothing beat Sebastian in the heat of the moment—the seconds before he climbed into me and set both our bodies aflame.

And then he shifted and filled me.

Deep.

Thick.

Stretching me so completely I mewed in appreciation.

He closed his eyes against the pleasure, and we sighed in unison at the sweet relief.

“Is this what you want, dirty girl? You want my cock deep inside you?” His breathing was erratic; his eyes steeled in preparation for taking me hard and fast the way I liked it.

I nodded as I internally celebrated winning our little game of tug-of-war.

“Say it, Rosslyn.” He pulled back and pushed into me—hard and swift—deeper and deeper with each thrust. It felt amazing.

He felt wonderful.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growled. “I’ll never get over how perfect you feel. So tight—so wet—wrapped around my cock.”

My toes dug into the mattress as desire worked its way from my hips and into my stomach. I loved the way Sebastian talked to me—especially during sex. It was an aphrodisiac for my senses, and it made me feel powerful. It made me feel wanted—like he could never get enough of me, which was good considering I knew I’d never get enough of him.

“Say it, baby. I need to hear it.”

I loved it when he begged—the strain in his voice fulfilling me emotionally while his body pleasured me physically. The tension in his voicethick and ready to snap. He wanted me—he needed me to soothe his ache the way he was soothing mine.

It was physical, but it was also mental.

Emotionally, Sebastian needed more. He needed me to reach inside his mind and soothe him in a way I couldn’t with my body. Spiritually, he needed depth. To know that I was latching on to him and never leaving his side. All his life he’d been left. Put on the side of the road and never collected. I’d always known how broken he was, but I also knew it was my job to keep him together.

I opened my mouth to say the words he longed to hear, to give him the relief he was giving me, but he plowed into my center once more and the words melted on my tongue leaving a pleasured moan in their stead.

“Say it, Rosslyn,” he demanded.

He was getting louder, his body stronger—faster—ruthless.

I was lost in a sea of baby blue as he stared down at me with determination. Sweat dotted his brow, threatening to drip onto my flaming skin. I dug my fingernails into the flesh of his firm ass, making him growl. He quickened, taking my body with passion—slamming into me—pushing me to the head of the bed and to the brink of release.

“I can’t … I can’t say it,” I stuttered.

Confusion swept over his expression. “Why not?”

And then I smiled because I knew I’d officially won our little game. It wasn’t often that I won in our little game of wits and foreplay, but I’d held out regardless of the intensity of his movements—the passion in his eyes—the pleasure that flowed through me so completely.

I’d won.

“Because you didn’t say Sebastian says.”

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Slave to the Rhythm COVER Slave to the Rhythm by Jane Harvey Berrick
Release Date: March 8, 2016

DANCE. Guns.

MUSIC. Bullets.

RHYTHM. Pain.

Music in my head, dance in my body, the rhythm of my heart.

How far can you fall in just one month? How quickly can the human spirit be broken? Where does evil hide in plain sight?

Ash wants to dance. Needs it. To leave behind a life of expectation and duty, to set his soul free.

But life is never that simple. Every step is a journey on a new road.

For every action, there is a reaction.

Every choice has a consequence.

And when you meet the wrong person, all bets are off.

Laney tolerates her limitations, pushing quietly at boundaries. But when Ash crashes into her world through rage and violence, it sets off a chain reaction that neither of them expected.

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I tiptoed into the living room to get a couple of cookies from the kitchen. I noticed that Ash had left the drapes open and it gave me a chance to study his beautiful face, younger and softer in sleep.

But he wasn’t asleep, and I froze.

He was stretched out on the couch, his bare chest almost luminous in the glow of the street lamps.

One hand rested on his chest, but the other…

The thin sheet was pushed down to his thighs and he was stroking himself. His long fingers that had massaged me so thoroughly earlier in the evening were firmly grasping his hard dick and working it up and down, his thumb sweeping over the wide head. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, and his breaths were quick and shallow.

I knew I should turn around and go, leaving him alone in this very private moment, not watching like some creepy voyeur. But I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by the sight of him pleasuring himself, his hand moving faster, his firm chest rising and falling rapidly.

He muttered something in his own language, and I could tell by the tightness in his face that he was close. And God, if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

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They call me a slut. Maybe I am.
Sometimes I do things I despise.
Sometimes men take without asking.

But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan.
With one obstacle.

Emeric Marceaux doesn’t just take.
He seizes my willpower and bangs it like a dark note.
When he commands me to play, I want to give him everything.
I kneel for his punishments, tremble for his touch, and risk it all for our stolen moments.

He’s my obsession, my master, my music.
And my teacher.

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You know me.

Come on, you know you do. Maybe you pretend you don’t. Maybe you clear your browser history religiously. Maybe you pretend to be aghast whenever someone even mentions the word porn in your presence.

But the truth is that you do know me.

Everybody knows Logan O’Toole, world famous porn star.

Except then Devi Dare pops into my world, and pretty soon I’m doing things that aren’t like me—like texting her with flirty banter and creating an entire web porn series just so I can get to star in her bed. Again. And again.

With Devi, my entire universe shifts, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize that Logan O’Toole isn’t the guy I thought he was.

So maybe I’m not the guy you thought I was either.

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Duck (Rebel Wayfarers #8)
Author: MariaLisa deMora
Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2016

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Reuben Nelms has worked hard all his life. First to escape the West Texas town where he grew up, then to negate the legacy of his family. One of his worst regrets was failing to protect a young woman from evil dealt by his blood brother. For years afterwards, he watched and protected her from the shadows, most comfortable in that faceless role.

Now known by his road name, Duck feels he’s finally found redemption in watching that woman blossom and grow, sheltered by her association with his brothers by choice, the Rebel Wayfarers motorcycle club. Things were settled, predictable, until a desperate call from home sets him scrambling and he is back front and center, home again in West Texas, finding himself confronted daily with reminders of his horrific family heritage.

Treading alongside the remembered fear and regret surrounding him walks a temptation, Brenda Calloway, the hometown woman he left behind. The efficient business manager of the cattle company he inherited from his father, his childhood friend is now a widow. More beautiful than ever, she’s a single parent with a secret, unaware of the power she still wields over Reuben’s heart.

Will their second chance love be able to take root and grow in the dry deserts of West Texas? Can Duck put aside the man he’s become, sloughing off the brotherhood and leaving that behind to become Reuben again, or will he be able to pick up the pieces of his teenage love and still continue his life in Chicago as a member of the Rebel Wayfarers MC? Add to Goodreads

“Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.”
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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EXCERPT From Chapter 18: Three hours
Reaching in for the tiny spade, he heard a crinkle and stretched the opening of the bag wider, looking inside again. A piece of paper. He was unfolding it when his phone rang, the sound inside his head startling because he had forgotten about the earpiece. Reaching up to tap the button, he straightened the last fold to read the words just as he heard Myron’s voice say, “Pinto’s got squat. You find anything, Duck?”
Eyes fixed on the paper in his hand, he didn’t answer for a moment, pulse jolting erratically, his breathing coming faster the longer he knelt there, reading and rereading the oh-so-brief message written in bold stripes of black ink. Absence scrawled in loops and swirls; lack as promise. He could feel the words’ weight through the paper, the pen having impressed deeply on the material, nearly punching through in some places. Unreadable Braille. Handwriting, small and cramped, even and unhurried. The author took their time with no fear of discovery, no need to rush. One more piece of the riddle to toss down, clues gobbled up by Duck’s brain like bread on the shore of a pond.
As if from far away, he heard Myron’s voice barking a question, “Duck, you there, brother?” Duck sucked in a harsh breath, then another, Myron evidently hearing that because he shouted, “Brother, talk to me. Tell me. What the fuck’s going on?”
“I got her.” There was a sudden increase of noise on the phone but he couldn’t focus on that. It didn’t come close to hitting the scale for attention. “I got her.” He sucked in a breath. “Jesus.” Another breath, urgency pounding through his veins. “I don’t got her, but I got her. I gotta go. I gotta get her, brother. Get someone here, Myron. Fuck, get them here. I gotta get to work. She ain’t gonna die, man. Not like that. Not alone, not like this.” He didn’t wait for Myron’s response, disconnecting the call. He knew the man could track the device within a three-foot radius, and also knew his brother would spin up help just as fast as he could fucking dial it in.
Looking down at the joke of a spade in his hand, he stared at it for a moment as panic and adrenaline fought for dominance within his chest, and then he worked hard to stifle it. Successfully forced it all down, shoving it deep as he shifted his gaze back to the paper.
You coming in shut down her air. She’s got three hours.

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Bare Your Soul
Author: Rochelle Paige
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2016

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Angelica Rose’s mom always told her that desperate times called for desperate measures. Walking into a strip club and asking for an audition certainly qualifies as desperate, but when her mom’s battle with cancer ends months before Angelica is due to start college, she doesn’t feel like she has much choice.

The moment Morgan Cadwell sees her on his stage, he knows she’s the one woman who could make him break all the rules. There’s no way he’s going to let Angelica dance for other men, so he hires her as his live-in personal assistant instead.

Morgan’s offer lets Angelica keep her clothes on…but little does she know that, in the end, he’ll make her bare her soul instead.

Warning: This book is about an alpha caveman and a sweet but fierce virgin heroine who fall ridiculously fast in insta-love. If you’re okay with that, then enjoy!

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EXCERPT “Hey, I thought there was no touching in lap dances?” I tried to protest.
“There will always be touching between you and me,” he answered.
I knew it shouldn’t get to me. I didn’t know this guy and I was acting a part to try to get a job. But holy hell his words and his touch were turning me on and confusing me. If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that there was crazy chemistry between us and maybe—just maybe—I was using this situation to my advantage to see what happened.
“There is no you and me,” I retorted as I tilted my body away from him.
“There will be,” he insisted.
Some of my uncertainty must have shown on my face because his hands gentled and he ran them from my hips to my back and stroked softly. He lightly tugged on the material but it didn’t fall any further. “Show me more.”
I could feel his cock hard underneath me, my pussy resting over it and driving me more than a little wild. I’d never been in a situation like this before. His dark eyes burned into mine and I threw all caution to the wind as I undid the rest of the buttons on my dress. It fell, the material gathering around my waist. Morgan held my eyes as his hands moved away from me to grasp my dress and toss it to the ground.
He practically growled as his gaze roamed over my body. I’d chosen my lingerie carefully this morning, choosing the nicest set I owned. It was white lace, so I was worried it made me look too innocent when I’d picked it out, but I didn’t have a lot of choices. Now I was thrilled with my selection because it fit the role I was playing to perfection.
“Maybe if you’re very good for me I’ll forgive you for being naughty,” he said as he trailed a finger down my chest and snapped the front clasp of my bra open.
His action surprised me, and I moved my hands to cover my chest without realizing what I’d done. He quirked an eyebrow at me in a subtle challenge, like he’d known all along that I wouldn’t be able to stay in character. Taking a deep breath, I remembered the role I needed to play if I wanted this job and forced my arms back down.
“What if I want to be bad for once?” I asked as he slid my bra straps down my arms.
It was like he’d woven a seductive spell around me, making me forget why I was here and all of my troubles. I’d never felt anything like this before. My skin was on fire, goosebumps running along my flesh. My panties were damp and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing lightly over his length. My body was tightening in anticipation of what would come next.
“As long as you’re with me, you can be as bad as you want to be, Angel,” he whispered before closing his mouth over one of my nipples. Each hand held one of my breasts, squeezing lightly. He plucked at the other one with his finger and thumb, making it pucker with need.
“Ohmigod,” I gasped at the sensation, closing my eyes so I could pretend this wasn’t actually happening.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and my eyes popped back open to find him staring up at me. “You keep your eyes on me, Angel. I want to see every single thought that runs through your head. No hiding.”

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