Savage Chains by Caris Roane

cover55745-mediumTitle:  Savage Chains

Series:  Men In Chains Book #1.5

Author:  Caris Roane

Genre:  Romance, Paranormal

Blurb:   His name is Reyes. His mission is simple; his methods, extreme. He is hellbent on infiltrating–and destroying–a notorious sex-slave ring in the dangerous world of vampire clubs.

A WOMAN UNCHAINED

Her name is Angelica. Her beauty is incomparable; her body, for sale. She is the prize attraction in a human slave auction, and Reyes is prepared to pay any price to buy her–then free her.
A PASSION UNLEASHED

Disguised as a slaver, Reyes strikes a devil’s bargain to purchase the one woman who has stolen his heart. Angelica feels an irresistible erotic connection to this gorgeous, powerful vampire–but can she trust a man who trafficks in human flesh, even if his hungry gaze ignites her darkest desires? Reyes wants to prove she is more than a slave to him–but can he break the savage chains of destiny that bind his love-scarred soul forever?

Thoughts:  I actually started this series by reading book #3, Unchained, which I really enjoyed (I rated it a A-/B+ and you can read the full review here: Review of Unchained) Based on that, as soon as I seen Savage Chains up on Netgalley I immediately requested it, and it did not disappoint! I enjoyed this title as well, though I was a little bothered by the fact that there was yet another scene where the vampire (in this case Reyes) who uses his vamp power to split himself into two ‘selves’ in order to engage in a ménage with the female character (in this case, Angelica). Whereas before I found it creative, this time it simply annoyed me. Are we going to use this little trick in every book in this series? Really?

However, in the case of Savage Chains, I felt like things were a bit more developed in regards to the characters and the story itself. Things were explained a bit more fully, I didn’t question the actions of the characters as much, and the storyline just seemed a bit more feasible overall. The story managed to be completely different from Unchained, yet with little touches of the Men In Chains world connecting it – and yet further still managing to hold touches of the author’s personal writing style within it – touches that makes it distinctly a Caris Roane novel.

Another enjoyable read from this author.

Rate:  A-/B+

RELEASE BLITZ: The Voyeur Next Door by Airicka Phoenix

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Title: The Voyeur Next Door

Author: Airicka Phoenix

Genre: NA Contemporary Erotic *Warnings: Strong sexual content & language. (18+ Only)*

Blurb: He lived next door. Alison Eckrich was an expert at being invisible. Having been raised by a mother who saw only flaws, she had learned long ago to watch and never participate. Until him. He was gorgeous from what little she could make out through his bathroom window and he awakened things inside her she had always been told was wrong. But she didn’t care. She was addicted. Gabriel Madoc was no stranger to the cold sting of betrayal. His broken heart had left

him hard and bitter and that was how he liked it. Until her. She was a vision in the soft twilight. Everything about her called to him. It didn’t even matter he couldn’t see her face. He wanted her. The rules were simple: No names. No faces. No attachments. They both had what the other needed so long as they never broke the rules. But what will happen when the mystery is unveiled and they both come face to face with the truth and each other? Is what they shared in the cloak of darkness enough to keep them together, or will reality tear them apart?

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Wild Hawk by Justine Davis

cover62473-mediumTitle:  Wild Hawk

Series:  Hawk Trilogy Book #1

Author:  Justine Davis

Genre:  Romance, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

Blurb:   Jason Hawk only came to his father’s funeral to spit on his grave. That was the best the old man deserved from the bastard son he’d never given a damn about. The son whose plan for revenge had now been derailed by Aaron Hawk’s death. Or had it?
Kendall Chase was Aaron Hawk’s smart and efficient executive assistant, and had come to know a side of the old man that few saw. But convincing Jason there had been more to his father, more to his whole life’s story than Jason knew, wasn’t easy. He was as tough as the father he hated. And more compelling than any man she’d ever met.
Convincing him the mysterious Hawk family book, a history now chronicling treachery and murder, had answers even for things yet to occur, was a much bigger job. Despite his attraction to her, the only part of Kendall’s stories Jason believes is that his father’s vicious widow is determined to see that Jason gets none of the inheritance left him.
In the end, Jason has to make a decision. Is the magic real? Or more importantly, is the revenge he’s wanted for nearly 30 years, worth losing Kendall.

Thoughts:  This was a good romance, with a tiny bit of supernatural phenomenon thrown in. The Hawk family ‘book’ only appears to a Hawk descendant when they are the last of their lineage alive – and little does Jason Hawk know or expect the complexity of events that happened in the past – or what is happening in the present. He came home to finally have revenge on the father that he feels betrayed him and his mother – but he never counted on Kendall, or the mysterious Hawk family book.

I really enjoyed reading as the events unfolded within the pages of this book – there was always just enough to keep you interested. From the very beginning, the villain of the piece is revealed, and the events are pretty predictable. What gives that little extra something is the magic….while the Hawk family book seems a little corny at first, the idea of it slowly weaves it’s way into the story and before you realize it – it captivates you. See…magic!

Cute romance with a little suspense and magic thrown in that makes for an enjoyable, lighthearted read.

Rate:  B

Dark Instincts by Suzanne Wright

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Series:  Phoenix Pack Book #4

Author:  Suzanne Wright

Genre:  Paranormal

Blurb:   It happens whenever wolf shifter Roni Axton is near Marcus Fuller: a crackle of sexual awareness that’s intoxicating…and deeply annoying. Marcus is a pack enforcer who oozes power, but Roni is lethal in her own right—nothing like the flirty females who flock around him. Even still, his possessive gaze makes one thing clear. Marcus has singled her out for seduction, and he wants to make her sit up and beg.

No matter how aloof and unfazed Roni acts, Marcus can tell she wants him. When a brutal attack by a jackal pack forces them to work together, it’s the perfect opportunity for Marcus to chip away at her defenses—until he falls into his own trap, completely unprepared for the intensity of their connection. Roni is the only one who’s ever seen past his shifter charm and discovered the man hiding beneath it. And for Marcus, claiming Roni once will mean needing her forever.  Read more

Sunday Snippet: Back in Play by Lynda Aicher

Have you discovered the awesomeness that is Lynda Aicher yet? No? Well then here’s your chance. Her novels are full of smoking hot heroes, sassy heroines (at least I think so) and pages so steamy I sometimes wonder if my kindle is going to go up in flames. In her latest book Back in Play Aicher takes us to the hockey rink and delivers enough steam to melt the ice.

back in playFor Minnesota Glaciers captain Scott Walters, skating on a bum knee—and self-medicating to keep skating on it—is all part of the game. That the painkillers he’s eating prevent him from having meaningful relationships is just one more sacrifice in a lifetime of them. He’s worked too hard to let his image be ruined by injury or dependency, so he hides the pain and fakes the rest—a girlfriend would only complicate matters.

High school teacher Rachel Fielding never needed a man in her life, but she also never intended to grow old alone. When she meets Scott while visiting her brother, she’s intrigued to find herself wanting him in her bed. For hours at a time, as often as possible. Scott is a giver, and just the memory of his attentions is enough to drive her crazy. Anything long-term is out of the question, though—the pills she finds in Scott’s house indicate he’s struggling with a lot more than growing older in a young man’s game. 

When what starts out as a what-the-hell weeklong fling turns into Scott and Rachel exploring each other outside the bedroom, Rachel hesitates. But Scott asks for her support to break his addiction, and hearing him admit his secrets has her ignoring her own rules—until he breaks her heart. With the Glaciers refusing to renew his contract and his future with Rachel uncertain, Scott has some big decisions to make and a lot to prove—especially to himself. Read more

Omega by S.M. Reine

cover62230-mediumTitle:  Omega

Series:  War of the Alphas Book #1

Author:  SM Reine

Genre:  Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Mystery/Thriller

Blurb:   Ten years ago, Deirdre Tombs died. When she was reborn the next day, Deirdre had become a shapeshifter who can’t shift shapes. Nobody knows what animal she’s supposed to be. She’s definitely not a werewolf. The Alpha, Rylie Gresham, can’t force her to transform like other members of her pack.

Now Deirdre is considered an omega, the weakest shapeshifter in the pack—a vulnerable position when Everton Stark demands tribute from Rylie. He wants to be the dominant Alpha. The only Alpha. And he plans to make her pack submit whether they want to or not. Stark can make every shapeshifter obey him by force of will alone.

Every shapeshifter except Deirdre.

The shifter who can’t shift is the only hope for Rylie to win the war against Stark. It will take everything Deirdre has to survive undercover in his den. But can an omega’s will be stronger than that of a charismatic, deadly Alpha like Everton Stark?

Thoughts:  If you’re looking for a great urban fantasy title, Omega certainly fits the bill! I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised by this book…this is one of the ones I started knowing it could kind of go either way – I had never read the author before, but it sounded like an intriguing title (particularly if you are a fan of shifter or paranormal titles like me!) I have to admit, I was impressed…this one is on par with some of my favorite authors from this genre. The writing style/characters remind me a bit of Faith Hunter and her Jane Yellowrock series, or one of my other recently discovered authors J.A. Saare and her Rhiannan’s Law series – so if you like those, this book/series is perfect for you – or even if you are just a fan of urban fantasy!

From the very beginning, you are caught up in what is going on with the characters and with the story – it was certainly a wild ride to see where things were going! A warning though – there is a bit of a cliffhanger ending. I was shocked and surprised at how things went, but I can’t wait to read the next book in this series, Beta – and to see where the author takes us next! Loved it! I was also so happy to see a long backlist of other books by this author, and I can’t wait to try out some of her other series titles!

Rate:  A

Series Saturday – The Original Sinners by Tiffany Reisz

One of the most award winning authors and one that has hit everybody’s radar lately is Tiffany Reisz with her Original Sinners series.  It’s almost impossible to have not at least seen her books mentioned somewhere.  Though we have mentioned the author – and the books – a few times on our site, this week it is in regards to Series Saturday to give those of you who have yet to discover her a chance to get to know the books in this series a little better.  Happy Reading!

The Red Years (Books 1-4)

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Notorious Nora Sutherlin is famous for her delicious works of erotica, each one more popular with readers than the last. But her latest manuscript is different—more serious, more personal—and she’s sure it’ll be her breakout book…if it ever sees the light of day.

Zachary Easton holds Nora’s fate in his well-manicured hands. The demanding British editor agrees to handle the book on one condition: he wants complete control. Nora must rewrite the entire novel to his exacting standards—in six weeks—or it’s no deal.

Nora’s grueling writing sessions with Zach are draining…and shockingly arousing. And a dangerous former lover has her wondering which is more torturous—staying away from him…or returning to his bed?

Nora thought she knew everything about being pushed to your limits. But in a world where passion is pain, nothing is ever that simple. Read more

Matter of Time by Alannah Lynne + Excerpt & GIVEAWAY

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cover63480-mediumTitle:  Matter of Time

Series:  Heat Wave Book #5

Author:  Alannah Lynne

Genre:  Romance

Blurb:   Some might think the phrase, “you complete me” is a just cheesy line from the movies, but Lizbeth Sanders knows better…

In MATTER OF TIME, Lizbeth has spent the past fifteen years desperately searching for someone to fill the void left by Logan Steele’s disappearance from her life. However, rather than finding love and happiness, all she’s found is disappointment, heartache, and an ever-present longing for the man she can never have.

Fifteen years ago, Logan Steele left the woman he loved to marry his high school sweetheart and be a father to the child he didn’t know he had. He’s always tried to do the honorable thing, to be a good husband and a great father, but despite his sacrifices and best efforts, the shaky foundation of his marriage crumbles and falls apart.

When his identical twin surprises him with a reintroduction to Lizbeth, Logan feels like he’s been given a second chance—at life and love. But a lot can change in fifteen years, and after hurting her so badly the first time, building trust isn’t just hard, it’s nearly impossible—especially when duty and obligation pulls him away again.

ThoughtsMatter of Time is not your typical rekindled, ‘second chance at love’ romance….this one has a bit of bite to it.   Reading the blurb, readers assume that this is your stereotypical contemporary romance, but readers be warned that there are hidden BDSM elements to this one – if that’s not your thing, then don’t be fooled by the blurb because this one isn’t for everyone. To be honest, I really didn’t see the need for the BDSM elements – it really didn’t fit or pertain to the story except perhaps as another way to elaborate how Lizbeth is more suited to Logan, rather than the wife he actually married. But ignoring that…..we still have a few surprises – we also have a crazy-as-a-loon ex-wife and some awesome kids, which is not necessarily typical either in this type of romance.

I really enjoyed it….though I kind of wished that at least Lizbeth had some sort of romance in her life throughout this 15-year separation. She gets done wrong, yet she’s unable to settle for anyone else….while Logan goes on to live at least contentedly, if not happily, for those years – even going on to have more kids with the woman he chose over Lizbeth. Seems like a double smack in the face to me.

All in all – an intriguing twist on the standard second chance at romance, but not one that will suit everyone.  Easily read as a stand alone.

Rate:  B+

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Excerpt: Silencing the phone so there wouldn’t be any more interruptions, he dropped it on the table and kicked back in the chair to enjoy the show. “From where I’m sitting, this view is a million times better than any sunrise or sunset from an ocean balcony.”

A grin spread across Lizbeth’s face as she turned her head and peered over her shoulder. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Definitely approve. Work that dress down over your hips, but don’t let it just fall to the floor. Bend over nice and slow and push it down your legs.”

Her dark eyes hooded and she nodded slightly as she slid her palms down her sides to bunch the fabric at her waist, then worked it back and forth down over her hips and thighs. Slowly, erotically, as he instructed, she bent forward at the waist and eased the fabric to the floor. And then she stayed just like that, letting him look his fill of her ass with a strip of red fabric from the tiny thong tucked between her cheeks, the backs of her legs wrapped with lace-topped thigh-high stockings, and her feet tipped forward in black fuck-me pumps.

How could it be that after taking her more times than possible to count, he still wanted her as badly as the second he laid eyes on her in the club?

“Crawl up onto the bed on your hands and knees with your legs spread apart.”

As she shivered in response, he checked the thermostat on the wall. It wasn’t cold in the room, so he assumed her tremor was one of excitement, and a thrill shot through him at yet another validation of her being happy to follow the orders he enjoyed giving.

They’d had enough conversation about their future to know they both intended to fight for it, but they hadn’t figured out the details yet. She lived at the coast. He lived in Charlotte. On a good traffic day, they were looking at a four and a half-

hour trip. His business kept him busy and on the road far more than he liked. She ran a business, as well. His business was established in Charlotte, and while it seemed like a good opportunity for her to move to a large metropolis with unlimited opportunities for an event planner, he wondered if he was selfish to ask.

And what about the kids? He could never leave Charlotte as long as they lived there, and he couldn’t ask them to uproot their lives. Especially not when their mother lived there as well.

Fuck. Why did life have to always be so damned complicated and full of twists and curves?

“Why did I think you would join me on this bed?” Lizbeth asked, breaking into his thoughts and bringing his mind back down from the higher realms of thinking, where plans for the future resided, to the basic, primal thoughts that had propelled men for all of eternity.

His woman—hell yeah, he could really get used to that—was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, waiting for him to claim her, and he was all up in his head when he should be all up in her.

Shaking off the fear and worry and concern for the future, he pushed out of the chair and stalked toward the bed. “I’m joining you all right.” He slapped his palm over her naked ass, causing her to jump and gasp with surprise, then moan with pleasure as he stroked the silky smooth globe. “Stay as you are and let me enjoy this view for a moment longer while I grab some toys.”

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Blog Tour: All’s Fair in Love and Scandal by Caroline Linden + Excerpt + GIVEAWAY

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All’s Fair In Love and Scandal

Scandalous #2.5

Caroline Linden

Blurb:

Nothing wagered…

Douglas Bennet can’t resist a good wager, especially not one that involves a beautiful woman. When a friend proposes an audacious plan to expose the most notorious woman in England, Douglas agrees at once. After all, it would be quite a coup to discover the true identity of Lady Constance, author of the infamous erotic serial scandalizing the ton50 Ways to Sin.

 

Nothing won…

Madeline Wilde is used to being pursued. For years she’s cultivated a reputation for being unattainable and mysterious, and for good reason: her livelihood depends on discretion. When Douglas turns his legendary charm on her, she dismisses him as just another rake. But he surprises her—instead of merely trying to seduce her, he becomes her friend…her confidant…and her lover. But can it really lead to happily-ever-after…or are they about to become the biggest scandal London has ever seen?

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Excerpt:

 

“Quite a crush, isn’t it?” He gave Mrs. Wilde his winning smile, the easy, friendly one that soothed anxious nerves and made women of every age and rank like him.

She turned at his voice behind her. Something like mirth glimmered in her eyes. “Indeed.”

“I hardly know a soul here tonight.” He lowered his voice but without leaning toward her. Leaning put women on guard. A low voice made them lean toward him, which he much preferred. “It’s rather intimidating, to tell the truth.”

“You?” She arched one golden brow. “You don’t seem the sort to be easily intimidated.”

Douglas grinned. He knew he was a big fellow. Women tended to like it once they got to know him. “Rubbish. I’m petrified just looking at the elegance of this assembly.”

Her lovely lips curved. Her head tipped toward him, just a little. Her dark eyes gleamed. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true,” he protested. “My heart is racing, my knees are unsteady. Look—see how my hand trembles.” He caught her hand in his, tensing his muscle to produce the tiniest tremor in his hand, and then relaxing it. “Ah. Your touch has healing power, I see.”

She left her hand in his, but that slight smile tugging at her mouth grew a bit wider. “It’s not flattering to a woman, to say her touch calms a man’s heart and body. Usually she wishes it were the other way around.”

His heart did skip a beat at that. She was a flirt; excellent. He adored flirts. Douglas stroked his thumb over the back of her hand. “It only stilled the terror, my dear. I suspect you could elicit an entirely different sort of tremor.” He lifted her hand and brushed the faintest kiss over her knuckles. “We must be introduced.”

“I fear there’s no one here in this quiet corner who will do it.” Her eyes seemed to grow darker as he drew one finger across her palm.

“Then I will risk being appallingly rude and present myself.” He bowed over her hand, his eyes never leaving her face. “Douglas Bennet, at your service.”

“Yes, I know.”

“You do?” He smiled in delight. “Then we should become acquainted…”

“Mr. Douglas Bennet,” she repeated, her voice changing just enough to freeze him in place. “Son and heir of Sir George Bennet, baronet. A very handsome title, an even handsomer fortune. An unrepentant rake, gambler, brawler, and sometime rogue. Your mother wants you to marry; you couldn’t be less interested. Your taste runs to tavern maids and opera dancers, preferably French. Your sister wed your bosom friend Lord Burke, much to your disgust, although no one quite knows if you pity your sister or your one-time friend more.” She tilted her head and smiled as he stared at her, blank-faced with shock that was rapidly turning to indignation. “What have I forgotten? Oh, yes—you love a good wager. What was the one that sent you over here: a wager to get me into your bed?” She slipped her fingers from his slackened grip. “If it was…you’ve already lost. I hope you didn’t stake a large amount.”

“It was merely for the pleasure of a dance,” he said, hiding his temper behind a flat tone.

She laughed. By God, she had a beautiful laugh, throaty and soft, the sort that made a man want to amuse her so he could hear it again. “I doubt it. But then, you’re also accustomed to losing, aren’t you?” She sank into a graceful curtsey, giving him one last view of her matchless bosom. “Good evening, sir.” She turned and walked away, unhurried, unaffected.

He was still standing there, pulsing with unexpected desire and insulted pride, when Spence slung an arm around his neck. “Rough luck,” he said, his voice brimming with amusement. “She’s a cold one.” He grinned and slapped Douglas’s shoulder. “Five quid, gone in a blink.”

Douglas turned a black look on the man. “You didn’t say when.”

Spence raised his eyebrows, still grinning like a cardsharp. Come to think of it, he usually looked like that, right before he took someone’s money. Douglas had won and lost to Spence with equanimity—for the most part—but tonight he wanted to punch his friend. Spence had deliberately dared him to an impossible task, sending him over to be humiliated and rejected. And now he wanted five pounds. “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t say when.” Douglas bit off each word. “She rejected me tonight, but there’s always tomorrow night, and the next, and the next after that.”

A scowl darkened Spence’s face for a split second before he threw up his hand. “You’re right! I didn’t. Let’s say…within a fortnight. That ought to be enough time to work up some charm and get between the fair widow’s legs.”

“You wagered for a dance, not a tupping.”

“Well.” Spence’s eyes glittered. “I thought I wagered for tonight. Allowances must be made.” When Douglas said nothing, Spence leaned closer. “You’re not afraid, are you? Not going soft in the head like Burke? The woman gutted you and denied you in front of all society, man. Look around.” He swept one arm toward the rest of the room. “Don’t you think half the people here guessed why you sought her out? And now they see her leaving alone, and you looking like she took your ballocks with her.”

Against his will, Douglas’s eyes caught on Madeline Wilde as she made her way toward the doors. Damn, she was beautiful. He had wanted to dance with her, and probably get her into bed as well, even though she was not, as she had so baldly pointed out, his usual type of woman. She was…something more.

As if she could hear his thoughts, she paused at the top of the short flight of stairs leading out of the ballroom. She glanced back over her shoulder, and her eyes met his. For a moment he felt again a bolt of lust—unwanted this time—and her lips curved, as if she knew. She lowered her chin and smiled in a coy, entrancing way, as if they shared secrets—or as if she dared him to uncover hers. With breathtaking nerve, she pursed up her lips as if in a kiss, and touched one finger to them.

He took a harsh breath as she turned and continued on her way, her emerald skirts swaying bewitchingly. “Why her?”

“Why not her?”

Douglas set his jaw. “You had her marked from the moment we stepped into this room. I saw you watching her, Spence. A former lover? Was I supposed to exact some revenge or retribution by asking the lady to dance?”

“The courtesan’s daughter?” The other man’s lip curled. “Hardly a former lover of mine. I have higher standards than that.”

Not really, in Douglas’s opinion. Spence liked married women who couldn’t impose on his freedom, and who often wished to keep their liaisons secret. That was hardly what one could call a refined requirement. Still, Douglas hadn’t known she was a courtesan’s daughter. He made a mental note to find out more about that.

“She appeared respectable enough to me,” he said.

“To you,” repeated Spence with an edge of condescension. “Compared to a tavern wench with rounded heels, she might be. To the rest of us…” He snapped his fingers at a passing footman and took a glass of wine from the man’s tray. “You really ought to improve your taste, Bennet.”

Douglas let that go. He did like tavern wenches. They were friendly and earthy, nothing delicate or prim about them. They were more willing to be adventurous in bed, and they demanded so much less of him—financially and emotionally—than any other woman would.

“But why her?” he asked again, circling back to his main question. “Just for the sport of it? Or did you simply want the pleasure of seeing me turned down flat?”

Spence didn’t reply for a moment. His eyes were sharp and calculating. “How plump are your pockets at the moment?” he finally asked.

“Reasonably,” said Douglas. He’d been gone from town for a month overseeing repairs at one of his father’s estates, to the great benefit of his purse. Still, it was a few weeks to quarter day, when his father paid out his allowance. He could always find a use for more money.

Spence lowered his voice. “I suspect our lovely Mrs. Wilde of being more than she appears. And if I’m right, there’s two thousand quid to be had.”

Douglas’s eyebrows shot up. “What is she, a spy?”

“Of some sort,” muttered Spence. “You aren’t acquainted with a little piece of rubbish called 50 Ways to Sin, are you?”

“No.”

“Get a copy. It’s a pamphlet of a most…intriguing nature.” A cunning smile split his face. “I suspect you’ll enjoy it.”

That smile put him on guard. Douglas might not be the most discerning fellow, but he wasn’t stupid, and he knew Spence too well. “If you insist—not that it answers my question about why you wanted me to charm my way into Mrs. Wilde’s good graces.”

“The authoress is unknown. I daresay even you’ll guess why when you read it. But she’s piqued more than one man’s pride with her scandalous pen, and there’s a bounty out for her name. Mrs. Wilde seems a very likely candidate.” He shrugged. “If you can unmask her, I’ll split the bounty with you.”

Douglas folded his arms and looked at Spence through narrowed eyes. “I should seduce the woman, gain her confidence, presumably enough to be admitted to her boudoir, where I would have to search for some proof that she writes this pamphlet. And for that, you’ll take half the money? Not so, Spence, not so.”

His friend’s hooded eyes flashed. “Very well. Forget I said anything.”

Douglas shrugged. “Hard to do that. Who staked the bounty?”

Spence hesitated.

“If the bloke’s serious about finding the author, he can’t be too secretive about it.”

“Lord Chesterton,” said Spence with obvious reluctance. “He felt she identified him too clearly in one story and he’s livid.”

“Identified? She didn’t use his name?”

Spence looked impatient. “No, she uses obviously false names.”

“Then how did he recognize himself?”

His friend smirked again. “Find a copy and see if you can deduce that yourself.”

Douglas wondered what on earth this story was, that would drive Lord Chesterton to such an action. The man was as correct and polite as anyone could be, distantly connected to the King and as stiff as a piece of kindling. Now he’d placed a public bounty on a woman’s head? What could Mrs. Wilde—if she was in fact the author—have written about him? Two thousand pounds was a small fortune, and certain to attract a fair amount of attention.

Of course, that also made it a much more interesting contest.

“Three to one,” he said after a moment’s thought.

“Eh?”

“Three to one split, if we take the bounty.” He glanced at Spence. “You’re the one, obviously.”

“Two to three,” countered the other man.

“Do it yourself, then.”

Spence muttered a few curses under his breath, but stuck out his hand. “Done.”

Douglas shook on it, already anticipating his next meeting with the wily widow. “Done.”

 

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His Last Redemption by Clarissa Yip

cover61110-mediumTitle:  His Last Redemption

Series:  N/A

Author:  Clarissa Yip

Genre:  Romance, Romantic Suspense, Mystery/Thrillers

Blurb:   First comes marriage. Then comes murder…

Lauren Burke waited fifteen months and twenty-three days for her divorce to be finalized. Instead, her ex-husband went one step further—he turned up dead. And the detective working on the case is none other than Kane Hollister—the man who ran off over three years ago and shattered Lauren’s heart into a zillion pieces.

It looks like Lauren, but she’s no longer the carefree girl Kane once knew. And yet he can’t deny the awareness that heats his blood at the sight of her. But when the death threats begin, Kane realizes that the killer has a new target… and it’s Lauren. Now he must protect the woman he’s always loved—and always hurt— from a vicious murderer. And when the sparks between them ignite, Lauren will have to make a choice between her life…or her heart.

Thoughts:  I was a little surprised at how good this ‘who-done-it’, suspenseful romance actually was. The story was good, the characters were likeable, and while I figured out who the killer was fairly quickly – I’m sure many of you are like me – and you still can’t stop reading because you have to know if you were right…and see if things play out the way you thought they would! The fact that I knew who the killer was already did not detract from the story, or have me complaining about it being too predictable….the author’s writing kept your interest and made reading it a joy. The writing style reminded me slightly of Katie Reus and her Red Stone Security series….I think because of the characters and the way the author portrayed them.   A great romantic suspense book!

Rate:  B

Deception by D.B. Reynolds

cover62474-mediumTitle:  Deception

Series:  Vampires in America Book #9

Author:  D.B. Reynolds

Genre:  Romance, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

Blurb:   Kauai, Hawaii—tropical paradise, vibrant jungles, turquoise seas . . . and sensuous nights that hide vampires so powerful they can change the world.

Raphael—powerful, extraordinary, arrogant. He’s been eliminating rivals and gathering allies, determined not just to survive, but to demolish the Europeans who think they can steal what he’s worked for centuries to create. In a final bid to avert a war that seems inevitable, Raphael agrees to meet an enemy he knows of old. She is formidable, wily, and not to be trusted. But in his arrogance, Raphael believes he can foil whatever treachery she has brewing.

Cynthia Leighton—Raphael’s human mate, beautiful, smart, and deadly when threatened. She doesn’t trust anyone, much less a powerful vampire claiming to want peace. So while Raphael prepares to negotiate a treaty, Cyn is preparing for the inevitable double-cross that she knows is coming. Raphael worries about saving thousands of vampire lives. She only cares about one, and she will do anything to keep him alive and in her arms.

When Cyn is proven right, when it all falls apart and Raphael’s enemies draw on ancient magic to trap him, taking him away from Cyn and out of the war, it all falls to her—to find Raphael, to save the thousands of vampires who will die if she doesn’t succeed . . . and to kill every single being, human or vampire, who gets in her way.

Thoughts:  This was one of those books where my desire to read the book because of the blurb overcame my hesitation at it already being so far into the series (book #9 in this case) without my having read any of the previous books in the series. Of course, in this case it turns out that I definitely feel like I have missed some things! Not only that, but I’m having issues really connecting with the characters – but that may simply be because I haven’t been able to get to know them through the prior books in the series. It didn’t take me long to decide to stop reading, and if I want to read this book backtrack to the first one in the series. Seems interesting though!

Rate:  N/A

Cover Reveal: Secret by Kindle Alexander + GIVEAWAY

Title: Secret

Author: Kindle Alexander

Genre: M/M Romance

Release Date: Summer 2015

Tristan Wilder, self-made millionaire and devastatingly handsome CEO of Wilder-Nation is on the verge of a very lucrative buyout. With tough negotiations ahead, he’s armed with his acquisition pitch, ready to launch the deal of a lifetime. There’s just one glitch. The last thing he expects is to fall for the hot business owner he’s trying to sway.

Dylan Reeves, computer science engineer and founder of the very successful social media site, Secret, is faced with a life-altering decision. A devoted family man with three kids and a wife, Dylan has been living a secret for years. Fiercely loyal to his convictions, his boundaries blur after meeting the striking owner of the corporation interested in acquiring his company. For the first time in his life, reckless desire consumes him when the gorgeous computer mogul makes an offer he can’t refuse.

After

a few minutes of staring at Dylan, who hadn’t looked his way since he entered

the conference room, Tristan cleared his throat, stopping the flow of the

presentation. “Can you all give me a few minutes alone with Mr. Reeves?”

He

could feel every eye turned his way. Dylan was slower to respond. He’d been

reading from the contract and lifted his head, business clearly on his mind.

But the minute their gazes met, Tristan got why Dylan had avoided eye contact.

His gaze held a mixture of both heat and need. Sparks flew between the two of

them and Tristan smiled.

“You

heard him,” Landry said and began shooing everyone out. As the last person

left, Landry came to the center of the table, standing between the two of them.

He clearly thought Tristan’s request hadn’t included him.

“Landry,

I need a private discussion with Mr. Reeves,” Tristan said, rising from his

seat at the end of the table. Landry came immediately to him, standing in front

of him, blocking Dylan from seeing or hearing anything he said.

“I

don’t think that’s a good idea,” Landry whispered so quietly Tristan barely

heard him. “We almost have them, I can see it.”

Tristan

cut his eyes over to Landry’s and motioned with his head for him to move along

out the door with everyone else. Landry’s brow furrowed and he started to shake

his head. Tristan stared at him with intense attitude until he finally left the

room. Tristan had no doubt he’d stand right outside that door. There wasn’t too

much of Wilder, Inc. that Landry wasn’t included in, and he certainly wouldn’t

like being put out of a meeting he’d orchestrated. Tristan moved to a chair

directly beside Dylan who hadn’t uttered a single word since his request for

privacy.

“You

look nice today,” Tristan said quietly, smiling as Dylan’s cheeks grew red.

“Is

that why you made everyone leave?”

“No,

of course not. I could have just told you later, but that whole look’s perfect

on you. The hair’s hot. Pinstripes fit your frame remarkably well. You look

taller, more intimidating. Great look for negotiations or the cover of GQ. You

could do both.” Tristan scooted closer. “Did you get my flowers?” he asked even

quieter.

“I

did. Thank you, but that was a risky move,” Dylan said, clearly ignoring the compliment.

 

“I

wrote and sealed the card myself. What did you do with the flowers?” Tristan

leaned forward, then moved in a little more, smelling Dylan’s cologne. That had

Dylan pushing back in his chair.

“I

gave them to the concierge that helped me this morning,” Dylan answered and

then backtracked. “I didn’t think I’d be in my room very much and didn’t want

them to go to waste.”

“I

figured you’d do something like that. It’s why I picked those colors. So that

means you’re coming with me tonight?” Tristan asked, his eyes still focused

directly on Dylan’s.

“We’ll

see how things go today. I’m not sure about all this. You lowballed me and I

was just reading about the staffing…” Dylan started, but Tristan lifted a hand

to Dylan’s lips to stop his words. He let his fingers linger as he spoke.

“I

don’t want to talk business yet. I honestly was only informed of the changes to

personnel when I walked in today. From this point forward, you and I will

decide how this sale goes, no one else, but before we do, I want to put

personal before business because they are two separate entities between us.

Will you please go with me tonight? I need to cancel some things if you’re not coming,”

Tristan added at Dylan’s skeptical look.  

Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next!

I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it’s true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women’s hair!

Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal… I don’t want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I’m going to tell you about Kindle.

I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone.

That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.

Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.

Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It’s its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her.

Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com

 

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Ares’ Temptation by Aubrie Dionne

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Series:  N/A

Author:  Aubrie Dionne

Genre:  Romance, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

Blurb:   At the wedding of two Greek gods, Kaye Underhill is the only mortal in a sea of scantily clad nymphs and fickle satyrs. And worse — she’s dateless. The only bright side is the hot, muscled hunkiness of the God of War, who’s seated next to her. But there’s no way Kaye could ever grab a god’s attention… Is there?

Ares is in big trouble. A vengeful witch curses him, and the first person he touches will steal his strengths, while he receives their weaknesses. When Kaye trips, Ares catches her and poof! His powers disappear, and Kaye suddenly has the strength and coordination of a Greek god. To break the curse and regain his powers, Ares must get Kaye to fall in love with him.

But for the god who makes war, making love presents a whole new set of problems…

Thoughts:  One of the first things to mention is the fact that even though this is not considered part of a series, it is connected with another book by the author.   I didn’t find it particularly bothersome while I was reading, but at the beginning certain characters are referenced which does make you question whether you’ve missed something. However, what did bother me was the lack of connection with the characters, which annoyed me since I was expecting a great read based on the blurb. I think I was expecting something along the lines of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s style, but this book was far different – for one, it was far more lighthearted. Even more than that, however, the characters just lacked a certain depth and intensity overall.

The romance between the characters was also lacking – I just didn’t feel the passion or any emotional bond between the two. The writing also seemed to me to be somewhat stiff at times, and just….lacking a certain something. It didn’t draw me in and have me clamoring for more. It was just an okay read for me.

Rate:  C

Necessary Restorations by Kate Canterbary + Excerpt

CoverTitle:  Necessary Restorations

Series:  The Walshes Book #3

Author:  Kate Canterbary

Genre:  Romance

Blurb:   They liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right…

He’s a flawed perfectionist…
I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and I know how to get rid of them once I get off.

But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. She redefines what it means to be friends, and she makes it sound like the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I can’t read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she’s the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can’t let her go.

She’s wildly independent…
My past—and New Jersey—are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston’s underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect.

I’m defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice.

I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I’m happy pretending history won’t catch up with me.

The one thing they have in common is a rock-solid disregard for the rules.
They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together.

It’s the wrongs that make the rights come to life.

Thoughts:  Kate Canterbary is an interesting author for me – each book is just so different and has such a different feel to it and such different characters that you just don’t know what to expect within the pages of each book. I absolutely loved the last book, The Space Between (in fact, I’ve been feeling this need to go back and read that one again!), and the first one I really didn’t like much at all – and this one? This one fell somewhere in between the two. It wasn’t quite as captivating as The Space Between – but I’m going to be honest, that one would have been hard to beat! This one comes close though…

Necessary Restorations was a bit of quirky read but a fun one….Tiel was the character that just made this book….you loved her character and you wanted to read more because of her – not to mention she was absolutely perfect for Sam. It’s also interesting because you can see the chemistry between them from the very beginning….yet they maintain this oddly charming friends-yet-not-friends relationship that just adds something to the book and to the intimacy that develops between them. They also each have certain vulnerabilities, which really make things interesting over the course of the book. A great addition to the series….looking to see what else happens with this interesting family!

Rate:  B+

You can check out my past reviews on this series here:  Review from Book #1 – Underneath It All

Review from Book #2 – The Space Between

Excerpt: 

Chapter One – Sam

I never thought I’d die in an elevator.

I always figured it would have something to do with my brother Riley leaving the gas stove on all night, killing us softly in our sleep.

Or gin. Chances were good that my liver was well on its way to pickled.

Or doorknobs. Touching those things was like licking the goddamn plague.

But today was headed for the fires of hell, and it was all Shannon’s fault.

“Hi, you’ve reached Shannon Walsh. Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you soon.”

Fucking voicemail. Again.

“I don’t know where the fuck you are, Shan, but I’ve been waiting at the Commonwealth Avenue property for a goddamn hour. I thought we were trying to make a cash offer today, but I can’t very well do that without you here.”

Ending the call, I wet my lips and wiped the sweat from my brow. This heat wave was in its ninth day, and if I had even a lick of common sense, I would have hitched a ride to Cape Cod with my brother Matt and his wife Lauren for Labor Day weekend.

But no, I wanted to see the unit that just came available in the one-hundred-and-thirty-year-old French Revival hotel-turned-condo building in Boston’s Back Bay. Specifically, I wanted my sister Shannon—the one who held the firm’s purse strings—to buy that unit. I wanted to spend the long weekend drafting plans to demo it down to the studs and then restore the unit to its original beauty. I wanted to lose myself in lines and materials, things I could control.

And I wasn’t up for third-wheeling it with the newlyweds.

I also wanted to be alone.

I could handle industry crowds and clients any day of the week and twice on Sundays, and I did it so fucking well they were willing to drop unreasonable amounts of money for my services. I was beginning to think I could finger-paint my designs and still collect six-figure commissions.

But I hated small talk. Bullshit conversations about weather or sports or politics held no appeal for me. I mostly stared at tits and asses until I was getting head in a coatroom or a drink thrown in my face.

And I was in a strange place these days. It was an odd in-betweenness; I wasn’t sick but I certainly wasn’t well. Not suicidal, but far from happy.

I’d been sliding further into this rut for months, and letting my work keep me too busy to notice. But while I was restoring everything I could get my hands on, the bottom was falling out on me. It was gradual, an evolution too small to notice without stepping back and examining from a distance. It was better this way. I didn’t want anyone noticing.

So I was flying solo this Labor Day.

To me, alone didn’t mean hunching over my drafting table all night, or skulking around the ancient Fort Point firehouse I called home.

No, alone meant drinking myself numb while some nameless young thing sucked the stress right out of me. There was nothing one hundred dollars pressed into the palm of the right maître d’ and a good cocksucking couldn’t soothe.

But let’s be clear: blowjobs didn’t solve problems.

If we were talking solutions, we were talking about my dick in someone’s ass, and I didn’t have the enthusiasm for that right now.

I needed a steady stream of gin, a blonde who knew her place was on her knees, and an otherwise interruption-free evening.

Go ahead: call me a manwhore.

Slut.

Player.

For all the disgust packed into those words, they were always tied with a fine, shiny thread of admiration. I did what everyone else wished they could, and I made it look good.

And I’d heard far worse. Someone always had some name to call me, and some of those names were hard to shake. For the better part of this year, I’d been replaying my last conversation with my father. The record was stuck on repeat in my mind, scratching and skipping back to the raw, awful parts.

My younger brother, Riley, had been leading a walk-through at a property in Bunker Hill—a string of decent row houses that my miserable bastard of a father Angus bought and dumped on us to restore—with Patrick, Matt, and me.

We were almost finished when Angus showed up, and I knew the minute he walked through the door that he was drunk. He’d been various shades of drunk since my mother died, and that day, he was cruel drunk.

And that was the day I refused to ignore his bullshit. I didn’t want to walk away that time. It wasn’t rolling off my back. I’d absorbed decades of his hatred, and that tank was long since overflowing.

He attacked everything that I was—my sexuality, my work, my relationship with my mother and my sister, Shannon—and told me I was a mistake. That I was too fucked-up to be alive. That I shouldn’t have been born.

That was Angus’s gift. He could hear every dark, twisted thought I had, and he knew how to sharpen them into daggers. Ten months later, I couldn’t stop hearing those words.

I walked through the unit one last time, photographing what was left of the original design elements and noting restoration ideas. In the hallway joining the twin penthouse units, I texted Shannon to reiterate my annoyance. Then I hit up the manager at the new whiskey bar in the South End to reserve my preferred booth.

Tapping the corner of my phone to the elevator call button, I watched a woman emerge from the other unit. I stared at her, all summery and happy in her long yellow skirt and sleeveless magenta top, with a face like sunshine and a jingling ankle bracelet announcing her approach.

No one was allowed to look that pleased with life when it was too hot to exist.

“Hi,” she said with a smile, her thumb beating a rhythm against the call button. Dark, shoulder-length hair fell across her face as she leaned forward. “This thing being slow again? It was slow last week, too. I guess that’s part of the deal with old buildings, right?”

She was too much and too loud, and I dug in my pocket for some hand sanitizer. I’d come in contact with enough germs for one afternoon. I glanced up from her ankle and stopped attempting to extrapolate a good reason why any civilized person would wear a noisemaker, and shrugged.

She laughed, and said, “Okay then.”

She started humming, and then shaking her ankle with the tune, and I looked for the stairwell. I couldn’t stand in this hall with a chattering music box much longer, and sharing an elevator with her would require a sedative.

Despite my penchant for the high-end bar scene, I preferred quiet. Growing up with five siblings who made Attila the Hun’s crew look like a chill group of guys who enjoyed churning their own butter meant I had to find that quiet for myself. Noise-canceling headphones, soundproofed insulation in my office, and enough space so that my brother Riley and I could go weeks without seeing each other in the firehouse we shared.

Noticing a doorway at the far end of the hall, I gestured for her to step aside. A humid stairwell was a reasonable price to pay for serenity.

“Hey,” she said, her hand grabbing my elbow. “It’s here.”

I met her eyes for the first time since she jangled into my personal space, and as much as I wanted to scowl at her invasion, her smile was too warm, her hazel eyes too bright. She was pretty in a way I couldn’t comprehend—maybe it was her shortage of rail-thin, blue eyed blondeness, or the fact she wasn’t made up, blown out, or put together, or that she wasn’t simply looking at me but she was seeing me—and her smile transformed her whole face. Soon, I was smiling too.

Like a fucking lunatic.

Then I felt the first spasms of panic stirring my stomach, squeezing my lungs, making my skin too tight.

My instincts told me to walk away from Miss Music Box, pop some pills to cage the ugly green anxiety monster, and hike down eleven flights of stairs.

I always listened to my instincts. Beyond my siblings, they were the only things I could trust in this world.

But I stepped into that elevator anyway, gazing at her light eyes, and within ten seconds of the door closing, I was hurtling to my death.

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Release Day Spotlight: Matter of Time by Alannah Lynne + GIVEAWAY

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Alannah Lynne
Matter of Time (Heat Wave #5)
4/21/2015

Matter of Time - Alannah LynneBlurb:

Some might think the phrase, “you complete me” is a just cheesy line from the movies, but Lizbeth Sanders knows better…

 

In MATTER OF TIME, Lizbeth has spent the past fifteen years desperately searching for someone to fill the void left by Logan Steele’s disappearance from her life. However, rather than finding love and happiness, all she’s found is disappointment, heartache, and an ever-present longing for the man she can never have.
Fifteen years ago, Logan Steele left the woman he loved to marry his high school sweetheart and be a father to the child he didn’t know he had. He’s always tried to do the honorable thing, to be a good husband and a great father, but despite his sacrifices and best efforts, the shaky foundation of his marriage crumbles and falls apart.
When his identical twin surprises him with a reintroduction to Lizbeth, Logan feels like he’s been given a second chance—at life and love. But a lot can change in fifteen years, and after hurting her so badly the first time, building trust isn’t just hard, it’s nearly impossible—especially when duty and obligation pulls him away again.

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She couldn’t logically think through something that was ninety-nine percent emotional, but what if she took the emotion out of it? What if she reduced them to a baser, primal level, like animals circling each other in the wild?

A dog in heat didn’t study the neighbor’s Doberman and wonder if he would be around the next day. The bitch rolled over, allowed him to take what he wanted, and enjoyed the hell out of it. Comparing her and Logan to dogs seemed ridiculous, but that was the only way she knew to cope with the overwhelming magnitude of the situation.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she slowly, tentatively reached out to him. With a barely-there touch, she pressed her index finger to the edge of his forehead, drew it across the unfamiliar scar at his temple, then down to the one intersecting his upper lip. He closed his eyes and moaned as a shudder shook his torso and his head fell back on his neck.

Seeing him respond to her touch as strongly as ever gave her the courage to continue her exploration. Using a whisper-soft touch designed to drive him crazy, she traced the outline of his upper lip, then pulled a long, slow sweep along the bottom one.

Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped in surprise as his lips parted and his teeth latched onto her finger, capturing her in the velvety heat of his mouth. His tongue wrapped around her and he sucked once… twice… a third time. The force of the suction shot through her arm, into her chest, and dropped into her sex with the heat and intensity of an atomic bomb.

Good, so freaking good, just as always with him. Simple caresses and touches were more powerful and intimate than full-on sex with anyone else, and she closed her eyes and allowed the carnal energy swirling between them to carry her away.

As the room spun and she grew lightheaded, like being caught in a massive vortex, a terrifying thought jumped into her brain. What if the past fifteen years hadn’t been a nightmare, but this was nothing more than a dream?

If so, it was the best, most realistic dream she’d ever experienced, and she prayed she never woke up.

She cracked her eyes open and watched his nostrils flare as the heat continued to build between them. She needed to be closer. To taste him. To feel him pressed against her. Scooting to the edge of her seat, she pressed her knees between his legs and smiled as his eyes flashed hotter and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His mouth was masterful, and while the suction on her finger did crazy things to her entire body, it wasn’t enough.

When she tugged on her hand, drawing him closer while also indicating she wanted him to let her go, he released her finger with a loud pop. The sound was like a starting gun, and in the next instant, his lips crashed down on hers, hot, hard, and demanding. Logan had always been sexually dominant, but this… this was unlike anything she remembered.

One hand slid through the hair at her temple, then wrapped around the back of her head and held her in place while he angled his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, harsh and nearly punishing, and when he nipped on her bottom lip, both of them groaned with the pleasurable familiarity.

The past fifteen years melted away, and she was a twenty-year-old girl again, standing in his bedroom, getting ready to crawl into his bed for the first time. They’d kept their relationship platonic for a year, respecting the boundary constraining them because of his off-and-on relationship with Bobbi Jo. But the night he came back to school and told Lizbeth he and Bobbi Jo had broken things off for good, it took less than thirty minutes to ditch their friends at the restaurant and make their way back to his condo.

His hands tangled in her hair and held her head in place as he ravished her mouth. She clawed at his shirt, trying to get to the hard muscle and soft skin beneath. She couldn’t get close enough, fast enough, and desperation had her whimpering into his mouth.

When he drew back to grab a breath, she latched onto him to keep him close. “More. I need more.”


2013PromophotoAbout Alannah Lynne:

Alannah believes there’s nothing more magical than finding the other half of your soul, experiencing fiery passion, and knowing you’ve found happily-ever-after.

She loves going to work each day (in sweats and a T-shirt) and writing about hot heroes and feisty heroines who torment each other in the most delicious ways before finding their happy ending.

She lives in the coastal region of North Carolina with her husband, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest fan. They have two sons, a dog, and two cats.

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