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Sins of a Bad Boy by Soraya Naomi…..Release Blitz

Blurb Sins of a
Bad Boy by Soraya Naomi

William Kade was a renowned fighter who fought hard and
played dirty. He titillated all women and was rejected by none – he was an
Original Bad Boy.

An orphan who came from nothing, William became a
ruthless businessman who desired to build an empire from a gaming club and an
illegal fight club with his best friend and mentor, Charles Lindon.

But when profits declined, Charles and William ventured
into a new world and decided to open the first hardcore sex club in the U.S.
More money was needed to expand their business; however, when debts of the
gambling club weren’t being paid, they were forced to take drastic measures to
secure a steady cash flow. Drastic measures that involved Ivy, a woman William
already had unfinished business with. A woman that might be the only female
that equally annoyed and intrigued him.

When William and Ivy start to play a game, the stakes
become higher with each passing day until no one can find a sane way out
anymore.

No
one feels the depth of your pain, only your own heart.

A dark, erotic historical romance.

Book one of The
Original Bad Boys series. All books in this series are standalones and can
be read in random order.

From Soraya Naomi, Amazon Bestselling Author of the
Mafia Romance, Chicago Syndicate
series.

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Excerpt

She
rolled her eyes. “Mr. Kade, please just leave me alone after this dance. You
bore me to no end.”

“Liar,”
he said softly with an icy bite. “I don’t bore you, and my dear Ivy, you do the
exact opposite to me.” He drew her even closer to him. “Don’t tempt me.” An
amused warning was directed at her.

“How am I
tempting you?” she threw back with an absolute bothered countenance.

He gave
her a dark, jaded smile and didn’t answer her since he didn’t comprehend
himself how she was tempting him. William was having a lot of trouble melting
this ice princess, and why he’d actually asked her to dance in the first place
evaded him right now. She was exasperating; why did she have an aversion to
him? It surprised
him that he possessed such an infatuation for this perfect stranger.

As he
took in her delicate features, he remembered why he’d asked her to dance. She
was oblivious to how she shimmered with an innate sensuality. There was
something in her sky-blue eyes that betrayed a hidden desire, or fear. He
couldn’t quite make out which one, and usually, he could read people easily
because Charles had taught William to notice and how to interpret people’s
mannerisms. And he still didn’t know her age but guessed she must be eighteen
or nineteen.

Finally,
when some of the other guests started to watch their closeness, William allowed
her to take a small step back, and he ended their dance in uncomfortable
silence. He escorted Ivy away from the crowded dance floor as people kept
brushing past him and decided he’d had enough of teasing her.

“My
lady.” He bowed slightly and winked, detecting a small twitch in her pretty
pink lips.

She
inclined her chin, and he turned, feeling her gaze burning into his back as he
walked away, toward Charles on the other side of the room.

William
was unsure how he felt about their odd encounters, and he couldn’t refrain from
looking back one more time. Ivy had a full grin on her face, causing William to
frown at this weird woman. He shook his head and joined Charles; however,
before he could even open his mouth, there was an uproar among a few of the
couples who were dancing nearby.

William
and Charles scrutinized the commotion.

The
musicians kept playing, but a stream of couples moved to the side, and one
man’s voice came booming over the music, “Who took it? No one leaves this
ballroom! I knew I felt something a few minutes ago!” Said gentleman was
checking all his pockets.

As
William watched the man, a strange sensation came over him, and he searched for
Ivy, who was now holding a tall glass in her hand, staring at him. There was
something in the way she was smirking at him that made him check his own inside
jacket pocket, and he was completely surprised to find a lightweight wallet in
there – one that was not his.

He
muttered under his breath, “Are you kidding me?!”

William
glared back at Ivy while gritting his teeth; he couldn’t believe she’d just set
him up.

“William.”
Charles regarded him with narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“She
fucking set me up!”

The
crease in Charles’s forehead deepened as he stepped closer to William so no one
overheard their words. “What are you talking about?”

“Ivy,” he
snarled and touched his breast pocket, “stole the wallet and planted it in my pocket.”

About Author
Soraya Naomi

I was born in South America in 1984
and raised in Europe where I presently reside with my fiancé.

I read many genres but favor
intense, dark, seductive, and provocative novels where the male character loves
fiercely, without remorse or boundaries. I also adore forbidden love tales and
have an odd fascination with kidnapping romances. No, I don’t secretly want to
be kidnapped, though!

I have a passionate obsession with
the written word and indulge in chocolate pastries much too often.

My debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was released on July 26, 2014.
I’m honored that For Fallon won “Best
Breakout Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.

For more information
about the novel and author:

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www.sorayanaomi.wordpress.com

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The Jared Enigma by Jake Malden….Blog Tour & Review

He’s back, and he’s as bad as you remember – rock-and-roll rogue Jared Morgan, the small-town boy with big-city attitude and a cock to match. ‘The Jared Enigma’ takes the man you think you know to new heights of pleasure and depths of debauchery, all in the name of helping the women he meets embrace their wild side. Watch as he disarms a cynical waitress with his breath-taking honesty. Gasp as he provides a curious young sweetheart with the full tour-van experience. Wonder as he shows a frustrated trophy wife the error of her ways. But get ready for the big finale – when Jared’s red-headed nemesis takes him on a crazy erotic trip he’ll never forget (with a little help from her friends). ‘The Jared Enigma’ – think you’ve got the measure of this guy? Think again.
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He shafted her minutes longer—sheer scary heaven, as her pussy learned to accommodate him all. Then he pulled out and threw her onto her hands and knees before she even knew what the hell was going on. “I want you to have a good view of your surroundings,” was his explanation for the change, but maybe it was more so he could see her ass and back, or get a good grip on her. Whatever the reason, he wasted no time. Before she could squeak, he refitted himself and slammed into her cunt from behind.

“Aaagh! Fuck, Jared, holy shit!” Her cries, however, were all but drowned out by her lover’s animal grunting as he screwed her without restraint. Instinct and need drew her hand to her clit and she rubbed it in a fury consistent with that of Jared’s fucking. Then as if his cock’s insane thrusting wasn’t enough, his palm smacked hard against her ass-cheek. “Fuck!” Damn him – what was he trying to do, brand her with a fucking hand print?

One set of fingers grappled her by the shoulder, securing her fast while his groin slapped soundly against her butt-cheeks, cock burying itself in her on each savage stroke. The other flexed hand rose and fell, landing on the same spot as before with equal ferocity. “Aaagh!” Her flesh shuddered as it absorbed the smack along with the persistent barrage of his fucking.

“How does that feel for you?”
“God, you fucking bastard!”
“That good, yeah?”
Rather than relent he spanked again, his other hand shoving her down with her face against the mattress. On he shafted, seemingly oblivious to her muffled cries. Pain and pleasure combined to incendiary effect; Kareena’s hand had not strayed from her pussy despite his savage fucking and excitement was climbing towards its peak once more. How many would this one make? She was losing count. The battered old vehicle rattled around her. Don’t come a-knockin’ … went the corny old phrase; Jared was rocking the hell out of her and the van.

And then someone did come a-knockin’. She thought she’d imagined the tapping on the van’s back door, but Jared slowed his thrusting and eased his grip so that she could look up. The blond-haired drummer from the band was standing slack-jawed, entranced by the pendular motion of her tits. He was as young as she remembered from the concert, positively gauche-looking compared to his older band-mates. The guy could have passed for a boy-band member as easily as a that of a rock ensemble and his look of amazement was as far from the bassist’s leering interest as conceivable.

“Buddy!” Jared had slowed down, but he sustained both rhythm and depth of penetration as he hailed his younger friend. “What’s up?”

“I …” The drummer fought for words, his gaze not leaving Kareena. “Sorry, I got beer all over me. Drunk girl in the bar. I was going to change, but … I can come back … don’t mean to interrupt …” The guy’s t-shirt and jeans were indeed splashed dark.

“Is he interrupting, baby?” From the way her cunt was still being stretched out, Jared didn’t seem to be suffering too much disturbance. And oddly she felt little concern that the blond boy with the English accent could see her getting slammed.

“No,” she said between her gasps. “Let him change.”

“She says you can change,” Jared told the drummer. “So get on with it. Then you can give us back our privacy.”

“Ehhh – yeah, sure, thanks.” The young guy scrambled on board and stumbled about beside the fornicating couple until he located a backpack.

“That’s providing she still wants privacy while she fucks. Whadda you say, sweetheart?” Jared had a hold of her ass now, his cock still searching deep, however sedate the current pace.

“Doesn’t much matter tonight,” she managed, her new defiance giving her the presence of mind to articulate the basic notion. Close by the drummer was stripping off his t-shirt with haste, trying to keep his eyes averted this time; he was a gym-ripped kind of skinny. “I don’t care if he sees me,” she elaborated. He paused in reaching for a fresh t-shirt and stared at her again, looking to Jared in his state of bafflement. The contrast with the guitarist’s bravado was irresistibly cute.

“This is Robbie,” Jared told her, and his voice had changed like he was picking up on some unconscious cue she had given him. “He’s all the way from England and he’s a damn fine drummer. He’s not used to this kinda crazy shit, though. Not yet …”

“Hi Robbie,” she said. “I’m Kareena.” She’d never introduced herself to someone while being fucked before.

“Hi,” the boy her own age said, his clean t-shirt dangling from his fingers. “It’s … I … fuck, you’re hot.”

“Isn’t she?” Jared reached to grab one of her tits, she was sure for Robbie’s entertainment. “She’s a nice girl, but she’s getting’ in touch with her slutty side tonight. I’m helping.”

“Don’t be shy,” Kareena told the boy, biting her lip to rein in an overload of sensation. Just how slutty could a nice girl get in one evening? The desire to find out overtook her. “Stay and watch.”

Jake Malden has once again delivered a hot, sexy and extremely erotic story!

The Jared Enigma is about 3 different sexcapades of Jared and his conquests. They are naughty, sexy and flat-out panty dropping hot. Jake leaves nothing to the imagination with his stories and leaves you wet.

But in this book, Jared meet his match – Vanessa, AKA Red. Throughout the book Jared tells Vanessa everything that he does and then he meets up with her finally in NYC. And we’ll just say that Jared gets a taste of his own medicine.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get hotter, Jake goes beyond my expectations. HOT DAMN!

I will warn you – do not read this book unless you are alone and in the privacy of your own home. Jake doesn’t hold back when it comes to the naughty deeds of Jared.

Another fantastic erotic story by Jake Malden!

Jake Malden is a freelance journalist and writer based in London. He has been experimenting with erotica both on the page and off for some years and has a growing number of titles available. His interests, aside from the staringly obvious, are theatre, cinema, literature, fitness-training and travel (particularly back to his native Ireland). He is an enthusiast of juicing, in every possible sense.

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Emergence by Olivia Hayes…..Cover Reveal

Book: Emergence

Author: Olivia Hayes

Genre: Erotic Romance

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Synopsis

Carson Foster has always been a lady’s man, sweet talking his way into panties night after night. He was a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy until a raven haired beauty walked into his life, rocks his world, and disappears before morning. After fruitlessly searching for her and reeling from a taste of his own medicine, Carson decides to clean up his act and change his ways.

Sneaking away from her unfaithful and emotionally abusive husband for a night to interview for a new job, Louise Evans meets a sexy, sandy haired stranger, who gives her a glimpse of everything she’s been missing. Now, after landing her dream job, divorcing her bastard of a husband, moving to a new city, and unexpectedly becoming a mother, Lou is more determined than ever to get her life on the right path.

When Carson and Lou suddenly come face to face the recognition is immediate and the sparks fly. While they are both willing to forgive each other for their past deceptions, Lou is still hiding a secret so big it threatens to destroy the very foundation of their new relationship. When past and present collide and the truth is revealed, will everything be torn apart or will their love for one another be enough to withstand destruction?

Author Bio

Olivia Hayes is a native of Savannah, Georgia and now lives in Virginia Beach, Virginia with her loving husband and two children. With her southern roots, Olivia dreamt of one day writing books with the backdrop of coastal Georgia and South Carolina. When she’s not reading, writing, or working her day job, Olivia enjoys spending time entertaining friends and family.

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Lawyer Up by Kate Allure…. Blitz and Giveaway

Bachelors of Lawyer Up

Kate Allure’s deliciously sexy LAWYER UP is an erotic anthology featuring three stories, each with a drop dead gorgeous hero. Get to know Hawk, Jon, and Emmit (aka the “Playboy Judge of Orleans”) as each of these heroes answer some personal questions below. You are guaranteed to find your next book boyfriend…or three!

Hero from OF “UNSOUND MIND AND BODY”

Full name: Franklin Lucky Hawk Ross, Jr.

Nickname: Hawk

Occupation: Successful lawyer in a big city law firm in Omaha, NE

Height: Tall…dark and handsome

Hair color: Jet-black

Eye color: Dark brown, almost black

Age: Late thirty-something

Originally from: The slowly dying town of Willow Pond, Nebraska

Describe yourself in 100 words or less:

I’m Omaha Indian and proud of my ancestry after having spent summers on the reservation with my mother. While I grew up in a tiny town, I love the energy of big cities. I work extremely hard and often travel internationally, but when I’m alone with a woman, then I’m totally focused on her…and some of that focus can take on a decidedly kinky flair. It’s not that I don’t like romance—you know, the hearts and flowers stuff—but the raw energy of two people exploring each other’s bodies and pushing the limits stirs that wild native blood in me.

What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding?

The hardest thing about being a lawyer is when I don’t win and let down my client. That doesn’t happen often but in those rare times it does, it rips me up inside. I hate it. As for rewarding, I’ve enjoyed handling the few remaining elderly clients from my father’s small town practice now that he’s retired…that’s very personal work, directly helping people. But, I truly come alive when I’m winning a major case…the Omaha in me loves a good battle and the strategy of “counting coups” on an unsuspecting opponent, which in modern times is less an act of bravery as it is displaying cunning against a foe.

When not working, how do you spend your time?

I pretty much work all the time, between winding down my father’s Willow Pond practice and the big city lawsuits that take me around the country or beyond. I think if I had someone in my life, I would find a way to slow down a bit…No I know that I’d make time, so that I could enjoy the companionship of a special woman.

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time?

I’m single and successful, so money really isn’t an issue for me, although my time is limited. But if I had the time, I would love to whisk a lover away to a private tropical island for long session of playing Tarzan and Jane. I just need to find the right person.

***

Hero from “ATTORNEY-CLIENT PRIVILGES”

Full Name: Jon Bateman

Occupation: Hot-shot L.A. lawyer in a major firm

Height: Medium height and build

Hair color: An unruly mop of sun-bleached sandy hair, sort of California surfer-dude

Eye color: Deep green

Age: 35

Originally from: Nowhere special, but he calls L.A. home

Describe yourself in 100 words or less:

I feel like I’m on the Bachelorette, but here goes…I’m driven to succeed, which has made me the top performer in my firm. I don’t like being bothered with minutia, such as taking on useless pro bono work just because of a firm policy that we contribute back to the community. Some say it’s because I’m wounded after my cheating wife’s betrayal, but, if anything, all the free time that I have now has made me more successful. I give one hundred and ten percent to my career. Who needs a woman? Well except for that one thing, of course.

What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding?

None of it’s that hard, if my boss will just ease up on the pro bono thing. As for rewarding, did I mention I had the most billable hours of my entire firm last year…by a wide margin. I do high-end, high profile criminal cases mostly, and when they’re actually innocent it is the most rewarding. But whether they’re innocent or not, my role in the U.S. legal system is to do my best to get them acquitted—and my best is quite good based on my record of wins.

When not working, how do you spend your time?

Umm. I work a lot, even the weekends. I used to like to surf. Maybe I should take that up again. Oh, and I enjoy a good book now and then.

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time?

My ex-wife got half of my assets, so money is an object, although I do have way more than 3 weeks of vacation stored up. In the spirit of make-believe…if my bank account was overflowing I would… Hmm, not sure what I’d do. I guess going to Hawaii and trying my hand at surfing would be nice, although it would be far better if I had someone to do it with.

***

Hero from “OF WRITS AND WITHING”

Full Name: Judge Emmit Stockard

Nickname: Playboy Judge of Orleans

Occupation: Chief Judge in the Orleans Parish Civil District Court

Height: 6 feet

Hair color: Salt and Pepper, lusciously thick and slightly curled

Eye color: Chocolaty-brown

Age: mid-50’s

Personality: Radiates a bad-boy masculinity, think Richard Gere in his fifties

Originally from: born in Massachusetts but family moved to NoLa when he was a child

Describe yourself in 100 words or less:

I like to think I’m a fair and honest judge, at least I strive to be. Sometimes, however, I can’t help teasing the attorneys performing in my court, especially the lady lawyers, which might have contributed to my playboy reputation. But inside I’m not like that. I’m not saying I don’t have a wicked streak when it comes to women and sex, but now that my very-public divorce is a thing of the past, I’m ready to find someone to share my life with, a woman that can handle the bad-boy in me. So, where are you, I wonder?

What is the hardest part of your job? What is the most rewarding?

As a judge I must follow the law at all times and, sometimes that forces me to rule against people who truly need help. It’s really the only part of my profession that I dislike. So the most rewarding aspect is the opposite—making things right for people that have been hurt by some injustice. Then there are the perks of being chief judge—I love the perks. Top among those is wielding power in and out of the court…well out of court I’m mostly talking about power in the bedroom…if you get my drift.

When not working, how do you spend your time?

Back to the perks. I get invited to a lot of parties and events because of my position. I used to love going to them with a different beautiful woman on my arm every night, but now I find it all just tiring. It will feel different, I think, when it’s someone that I admire, someone I’m proud to have on my arm for more than her good looks. And, I’ll enjoy introducing her to my favorite hobby—racing my motorcycle down rural roads that twist and turn. And food, I’m a bit of a foodies and love NoLa’s best restaurants.

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation what would you do with your time?

I’d head out on my motorcycle and just see where it takes me. Explore every hidden byway in the great state of Louisiana and then maybe head west for a bit. It’s on my bucket list but I’ve been holding out until I can find someone to share this experience with. Again I ask, where are you? Sometimes I get this feeling that this person might be right in front of me and I just have to open my eyes to see her.

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Book Information

Title: Lawyer Up

Author: Kate Allure

Series: Meeting Men, Book 2

ISBN: 978-1492602354

Pubdate: August 4, 2015

Genre: Erotic Romance

Summary

All rise…

Three sizzling-hot, deliciously taboo erotic romances to stoke your mood.

Wrongly accused in Attorney-Client Privileges, sexy but innocent Beth has nowhere to turn but straight into the arms of hotshot L.A. lawyer, Jon. Can this attorney manage to get her off in time?

Liza reaches a meeting of the minds—and more—when she unleashes her inhibitions and gives herself over to the primal allure of Main Street lawyer Hawk in Of Unsound Mind and Body.

In Of Writs and Writhing, fearless defense attorney Pat gets more than she bargained for when she goes toe-to-toe with New Orleans’ infamous Playboy Judge. When things get heated both in and out of the courtroom, more than temperatures rise.

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Review

Lawyer Up is three fairly quick stories in one book. Three erotic and fast-paced stories.

The focus around the legal profession where things are always hot and off the collar.

Each story is unique and gets quite hot and steamy. They are about second chances and believing in love again. The storyline is well developed for how short they are. There isn’t anything left out.

Please read these stories with caution and in the confines of a personal area. If you are looking for a quick yet hot and delicious read – I recommend reading this.

Biography

Kate Allure is the creator of the Meeting Men series. She has been a storyteller her entire life, writing plays, short stories, and dance librettos throughout her childhood and later for semi-professional theater and dance companies. Her non-fiction writing included working for American Ballet Theatre and New York City Ballet and authoring a weekly arts column for local papers. Beyond writing, Kate’s passions include traveling and exploring all things sensual with her loving husband. Follow Kate at on Facebook and at www.KateAllure.com.

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Jared Enigma by Jake Malden….Release Blitz

The Jared Enigma by Jake Malden

He’s back, and he’s as bad as you remember – rock-and-roll rogue Jared Morgan, the small-town boy with big-city attitude and a cock to match. ‘The Jared Enigma’ takes the man you think you know to new heights of pleasure and depths of debauchery, all in the name of helping the women he meets embrace their wild side. Watch as he disarms a cynical waitress with his breath-taking honesty. Gasp as he provides a curious young sweetheart with the full tour-van experience. Wonder as he shows a frustrated trophy wife the error of her ways. But get ready for the big finale – when Jared’s red-headed nemesis takes him on a crazy erotic trip he’ll never forget (with a little help from her friends). ‘The Jared Enigma’ – think you’ve got the measure of this guy? Think again.

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He shafted her minutes longer—sheer scary heaven, as her pussy learned to accommodate him all. Then he pulled out and threw her onto her hands and knees before she even knew what the hell was going on. “I want you to have a good view of your surroundings,” was his explanation for the change, but maybe it was more so he could see her ass and back, or get a good grip on her. Whatever the reason, he wasted no time. Before she could squeak, he refitted himself and slammed into her cunt from behind.

“Aaagh! Fuck, Jared, holy shit!” Her cries, however, were all but drowned out by her lover’s animal grunting as he screwed her without restraint. Instinct and need drew her hand to her clit and she rubbed it in a fury consistent with that of Jared’s fucking. Then as if his cock’s insane thrusting wasn’t enough, his palm smacked hard against her ass-cheek. “Fuck!” Damn him – what was he trying to do, brand her with a fucking hand print?

One set of fingers grappled her by the shoulder, securing her fast while his groin slapped soundly against her butt-cheeks, cock burying itself in her on each savage stroke. The other flexed hand rose and fell, landing on the same spot as before with equal ferocity. “Aaagh!” Her flesh shuddered as it absorbed the smack along with the persistent barrage of his fucking.

“How does that feel for you?”
“God, you fucking bastard!”
“That good, yeah?”
Rather than relent he spanked again, his other hand shoving her down with her face against the mattress. On he shafted, seemingly oblivious to her muffled cries. Pain and pleasure combined to incendiary effect; Kareena’s hand had not strayed from her pussy despite his savage fucking and excitement was climbing towards its peak once more. How many would this one make? She was losing count. The battered old vehicle rattled around her. Don’t come a-knockin’ … went the corny old phrase; Jared was rocking the hell out of her and the van.

And then someone did come a-knockin’. She thought she’d imagined the tapping on the van’s back door, but Jared slowed his thrusting and eased his grip so that she could look up. The blond-haired drummer from the band was standing slack-jawed, entranced by the pendular motion of her tits. He was as young as she remembered from the concert, positively gauche-looking compared to his older band-mates. The guy could have passed for a boy-band member as easily as a that of a rock ensemble and his look of amazement was as far from the bassist’s leering interest as conceivable.

“Buddy!” Jared had slowed down, but he sustained both rhythm and depth of penetration as he hailed his younger friend. “What’s up?”

“I …” The drummer fought for words, his gaze not leaving Kareena. “Sorry, I got beer all over me. Drunk girl in the bar. I was going to change, but … I can come back … don’t mean to interrupt …” The guy’s t-shirt and jeans were indeed splashed dark.

“Is he interrupting, baby?” From the way her cunt was still being stretched out, Jared didn’t seem to be suffering too much disturbance. And oddly she felt little concern that the blond boy with the English accent could see her getting slammed.

“No,” she said between her gasps. “Let him change.”

“She says you can change,” Jared told the drummer. “So get on with it. Then you can give us back our privacy.”

“Ehhh – yeah, sure, thanks.” The young guy scrambled on board and stumbled about beside the fornicating couple until he located a backpack.

“That’s providing she still wants privacy while she fucks. Whadda you say, sweetheart?” Jared had a hold of her ass now, his cock still searching deep, however sedate the current pace.

“Doesn’t much matter tonight,” she managed, her new defiance giving her the presence of mind to articulate the basic notion. Close by the drummer was stripping off his t-shirt with haste, trying to keep his eyes averted this time; he was a gym-ripped kind of skinny. “I don’t care if he sees me,” she elaborated. He paused in reaching for a fresh t-shirt and stared at her again, looking to Jared in his state of bafflement. The contrast with the guitarist’s bravado was irresistibly cute.

“This is Robbie,” Jared told her, and his voice had changed like he was picking up on some unconscious cue she had given him. “He’s all the way from England and he’s a damn fine drummer. He’s not used to this kinda crazy shit, though. Not yet …”

“Hi Robbie,” she said. “I’m Kareena.” She’d never introduced herself to someone while being fucked before.

“Hi,” the boy her own age said, his clean t-shirt dangling from his fingers. “It’s … I … fuck, you’re hot.”

“Isn’t she?” Jared reached to grab one of her tits, she was sure for Robbie’s entertainment. “She’s a nice girl, but she’s getting’ in touch with her slutty side tonight. I’m helping.”

“Don’t be shy,” Kareena told the boy, biting her lip to rein in an overload of sensation. Just how slutty could a nice girl get in one evening? The desire to find out overtook her. “Stay and watch.”

Jake Malden is a freelance journalist and writer based in London. He has been experimenting with erotica both on the page and off for some years and has a growing number of titles available. His interests, aside from the staringly obvious, are theatre, cinema, literature, fitness-training and travel (particularly back to his native Ireland). He is an enthusiast of juicing, in every possible sense.

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Servicing The Target by Cherise Sinclair….ARC Review

Servicing The Target releases 7/28

Synopsis:

A discharged Army Ranger, Ben considers his job as a BDSM club security guard to be an excellent hobby. He’s never been tempted to join in. But everything changes when the notorious Mistress Anne inadvertently reveals the caring heart concealed beneath her Domme armor.

Now, he’s set his sights on the beautiful Shadowlands Mistress. Maybe he’d considered himself vanilla, but she can put her stiletto on his chest any day, any time. He’ll trust her delicate hands to hold his heart. And if she wants to whip his ass on the way to an outstanding climax, he’s just fine with that too.

Sure, he knows she likes “pretty boy” slaves. And he’s older. Craggy and rough. And six-five. Minor hindrances. The mission is a go.

My Review:

Servicing The Target is book number ten in author Cherise Sinclair’s Masters Of The Shadowlands Series, as well as a Blue Box Special from 1,001 Dark Nights, and from the very beginning, I was fascinated and pulled in by Mistress Anne and Ben. Their relationship is unconventional and truly unique. I loved every minute.

Shadowlands Mistress Anne and club security guard Ben are opposites in a very crucial way….what they prefer in their sex lives. Ben is vanilla as far as what he’s experienced in the past and Anne is, well, let’s say she’s rocky road with colored sprinkles and chocolate sauce. So very opposite from one another. But Ben is willing to bend. He’s willing to give things a try…for Anne. Anne really doesn’t want to admit it, but she wants different things lately…and it’s shaking her to her core. Could it be possible that they really could have some sort of a relationship? Of course, in Anne’s mind that means strictly physical. She didn’t do love. Ben, however, has other plans and, as a former Army Ranger Sniper, he knows once he has his sights set on a target he won’t miss.

Oh, how I loved this book. I loved so many things about it. On top of Ms. Sinclair’s signature scorching heat we are once again treated to the multiple layers of the characters and, in this particular story, the growth and changes within both Ben and Anne. I love that Anne, for being as tough as she is, starts to soften toward Ben and, even though there are more than a few stumbles along the way, is open to giving love a chance. Ben just killed me. I loved his ingrained respect for Anne, always saying “ma’am” even before they became physical and the “ma’am” became a requirement. I loved that Ms. Sinclair gave him a personality that had more than a few dichotomic traits. To me, there’s nothing better than a strong exterior with soft and emotion rich elements underneath the surface….and Ben has that in spades. I also loved his persistence when it came to Anne. It wasn’t over the top but it was just enough to keep her aware that he was there…waiting for her to give in. Together these two are smoking hot, of course, but also such a wonderful fit.

I once again have to mention how much I enjoy the emotion and reality Ms. Sinclair paints her characters and stories with. Truly, it’s an art and she always makes her books not just about the acts that are involved in the BDSM lifestyle, but the people who live it. I admire her ability to continuously shine a positive and beautiful light onto this exceedingly popular genre and allow readers a glimpse into the trust and love that goes into a true D/s relationship.

Thank you, Ms. Sinclair, for once again writing a story that kept me riveted!

Five Loves

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About the author:

USA Today Bestselling Author, Cherise Sinclair is renowned for writing heart-wrenching stories with laugh-out-loud dialogue, devastating Dominants, and absolutely sizzling sex. And did I mention the BDSM? Her awards range from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to a Goodreads BDSM group’s Best Author of the Year.

Cherise currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her beloved husband and writes full-time under the supervision of a merciless feline.

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Call On Me by Roni Loren….Blog Tour Stop & Review

Book Blurb:

Oakley Easton wants two things: to be a good mom to her daughter and to ditch her less than ideal night job. Hooking up with bad boy drummer Pike Ryland? Not on the agenda. She needs a promotion. Not sex, tattoos and rock ’n’ roll.

Pike isn’t about to let Ms. Prim and Proper shut him down so easily, especially when he stumbles upon Oakley’s sexy night job. She’s only playing a role on those late night calls with strangers, but when he gets her on the line, all bets are off. He won’t stop until that sultry voice is calling his name for real.

But as they move from anonymous fantasies in the dark to the flesh-on-hot-flesh reality of the bedroom, the risk of falling in love becomes all too high. And the safe, quiet world that Oakley’s worked so hard to create is about to be exposed to the one person who could ruin it all.

My Review:

Call On Me is the eighth book in author Roni Loren’s Loving On The Edge series and the first in the series I have read. Well, after reading this book I have gone back and bought the entire backlist because this book was phenomenal and Ms. Loren is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors.

This is an imaginative and original tale of sexy rocker meets reserved single mom with a few twists that made me fall in love with these two characters and kept me glued to every page…which seems like a rarity for me these days.

Oakley is a strong gal with a somewhat hidden talent and a story behind her reluctance to embrace it. I love the many layers to her personality. Her daughter is her life now and she does whatever is needed to make ends meet and give her a happy life. I admired that so much. I also loved how she didn’t give in right away to Pike’s charms….and there were charms aplenty! I think she gave him the right amount of “run for his money” and gives in at just the right time, in my opinion. Which, again, I think is rare in a character these days. She’s a gal I would love to be friends with if she jumped off the pages.

Pike is equally amazing. He gives Oakley the space she needs and time to warm up but his persistence is so heartwarming and sexy as hell. He truly ended up being a knight in tattooed armor and has such a delicious soft side opposite his rocker facade. He was so good with both Oakley and her daughter and I loved the sexy ways he employed to get Oakley to open up to him and try new things.

Together these two are smoking hot and deliver a delectable pairing of smoking hot heat and tender emotion. Now, I will say their journey has a few bumps along the way and the last bit of the book had me crying and my heart breaking but not to worry….Ms. Loren delivered an ending that was totally movie worthy and had me swooning and sighing happy contended sighs. I just loved it!

If you’re looking for a fresh take on the sexy hot rocker meets good girl story with well-developed characters, this is a book for you! As I said earlier, Ms. Loren is quickly becoming a favorite of mine and I cannot wait to read more from her in the future!

Five Loves

Excerpt:

“So,” Devon said, obviously searching for a change in topic, “you know a guy in the next band?”

“The drummer. He’s the one helping out with that music project at Bluebonnet. He gave us tickets, thought Reagan might have fun.”

Dev’s eyebrow arched. “Right. Because he thought your kid might have fun.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Uh-huh.”

Guitar chords blasted through the speaker for a moment as the crew on stage did the sound check. Oakley turned her head as the big screens on the side of the stage lit up with a publicity photo for Darkfall—the wind making the screens ripple and the bodies in the picture come to life. The crowd cheered.

“Look, mom!” Reagan shouted back at her. “It’s Mr. Pike!”

“I see, baby.” Boy, did she. The larger than life image had Pike staring down the camera with his bandmates. Badass. Tough. Beautiful.

“Which one is he?” Devon asked, following her gaze.

“The blond.”

“Whoa,” he said low enough for the kids not to hear. “You had that guy over for pizza and managed keep your clothes on? You have more restraint than I do.”

He had no idea. “I have no interest in being a groupie.”

“Can I be one?”

She shoved his shoulder. “You’re such a tramp. I’m so telling Hunter when he gets back in town.”

“Tell him. He’d agree. But seriously, is the guy a jerk? He looks like he has high potential to be an egomaniac. I don’t want that kind of guy around my baby sister and niece.”

She frowned and dragged her eyes away from the picture. “Oh, he’s got an ego, all right. He’s entirely inappropriate most of the time and a shameless flirt. But I wouldn’t say he’s a jerk. He’s kind of, I don’t know, weird and manic and…funny.”

Devon tipped up the bill of his hat, eyeing her with a sly smile. “Oh, so we have a mad crush then?”

“What? No.”

“Oak, you’re here in the Texas heat at a hard rock festival. You don’t even know these bands. And a few weeks ago, when I asked if you wanted to take Reagan to see that 80s cover band, you told me she was too young for concerts.”

Oakley crossed her arms. “Rae has since proven her maturity.”

He smirked. “Bull. Shit. You’ve got the hots for this guy.”

“He’s not my type.”

Dev shook his head and draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close so the kids couldn’t hear. “Come on, don’t freak out about it. You work too hard and spend too much time alone. This could be good for you.”

“An ill-advised hookup with a drummer who will drop me as soon as he gets bored could be good for me?”

“Exactly. Look, I know I’m your brother and shouldn’t be saying this, but there’s nothing wrong with a finding yourself a hot, temporary fuck buddy.”

“Dev!”

He laughed. “Oh, don’t be such a prude. I mean, yes, you’re right. The guy’s probably not boyfriend material. But you’re a grown woman and deserve some fun. You know we’re always happy to have Rae over if you need a date night.”

“I think you just flunked big brother school.”

He gave her shoulder a pat. “Okay, fine, want responsible brotherly advice? Use a condom. And don’t let him take video.”

She poked him in the ribs. But before she could respond to his comment, the lights on stage began to flash and the crowd surged forward, excitement like a contagion moving through them.

“Come on, mom! Let’s get closer.” Reagan grabbed her hand and dragged her with the flow of the crowd.

They’d already been pretty close to the stage, thanks to the special passes Pike had sent, but now they were only a ten or twelve rows of people back on the far left side of the stage. Bodies pressed close to them and she couldn’t help but get caught up in the fervor of the crowd.

She pushed onto her toes, knowing the drummer was almost always the first one to come out.

“Is that him?” Dev asked.

“Where?”

Devon pointed to the other end of the stage, and Oakley froze up the moment her eyes landed on Pike. Tight gray jeans, combat boots, and a black sleeveless T-shirt that showed off his ink. All swagger and sex and guyliner. Pike waltzed onto the stage like it’d been built just for him. He lifted his hand in greeting, earning screams from the audience, then hopped behind his drum kit. He put in his earpiece, raised his drumstick, and leaned over to his mic with a cocky smile. “Y’all ready for us, Dallas?”

The crowd erupted. Sound exploded from his drums.

And Oakley forgot to breathe.

Good. God.

The rest of the band ran onto the stage, adding guitars and vocals to Pike’s heavy rhythm, but Oakley barely heard the words.

All she could do was stare. Pike took command of the drums like he had a personal vendetta against them, banging hard and violent but with a sharp-edged grace that made it look like moving art. Every part of his body worked in perfect rhythm—muscles flexing, tattoos dancing, sweat flying—and the expression on his face wasn’t far from what she’d imagined he looked like in the throes of sex. He was taking the songs in his fists and making them his with every swing of his drumsticks.

Oakley swayed on her feet, the pounding beat taking on an erotic edge, vibrating though her and invading her like a drug.

He looked possessed.

He sounded amazing.

And she was toast.

She felt the urge ride up her throat and she couldn’t stop it. Her hands went up with the rest of the crowd and she screamed Pike’s name like a goddamned groupie.

Fucking. Toast.

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Roni wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son.

If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts. Yeah, that’s it. She is the National Bestselling Author of The Loving on the Edge series from Berkley Heat.

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Sinfully Mine by Kendall Ryan….Release Day Blitz

She was forbidden.

I didn’t care.

As my best friend’s little sister, Macey Hale was
off-limits, but the girl was tempting as sin and forbidden as fuck. I wish I
could say that stopped me. I wish I could tell you I behaved like a gentleman.

I didn’t.

When she waltzes back into my life with that same spark I
fell for, looking every bit the beautiful woman I knew she’d grow into, I have
to force myself to remember I’m different from the man she once knew. I’m
colder. Harder. And for good reason.

With my heart on lockdown and my hands aching to touch her,
I set out to prove that I can keep myself in check this time.

No strings. No attachments.

And definitely no falling for her again.

If you love steamy romance, you won’t want to miss this older brother’s best friend romance.

This is book two in the Lessons with the Dom series, following The Gentleman Mentor. Both are
complete standalone novels featuring sexy Dominant men you’re sure to fall in
love with. Enjoy!

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Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.

She’s a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and reading.

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What Piper Needs by Amanda Abbott….Review Tour Stop

Synopsis:

Piper and Michael Collins have it all. They’re in love, both have successful jobs, live in a nice neighborhood, and have a great sex life—that is, up until recently. Over the past six months everything has started to drag. Even though they’ve led an “extracurricular” lifestyle for a long time, things have gotten boring.

It’s up to Piper to liven her marriage up, which she does with a little encouragement from her pal Caroline at their weekly STD happy hours. She jumps in without pause and sparks between she and Michael fly. First with hot selfies, office sex, and later with some much needed risk-taking.

From there, Piper and Michael make a Top Ten Sex List and start ticking off their wildest fantasies. Piper is fearless, but when they both arrive at Michael’s number ten, is Piper really ready?

*This book is super steamy hot, filled with out-of-the-box moments. The book contains: explicit sex, hardcore toys, and group sex.

My Review:

What Piper Needs is the second installment in author Amanda Abbott’s Pushing The Boundaries Series and follows married couple Piper and Michael Collins, whom we met in the first book, What Caroline Wants. While this book can absolutely be read as a stand alone, I do recommend reading the first book just so you can get a bit of background on this couple.

What I liked about What Piper Needs is similar to what I appreciated in What Caroline Wants, in the sense that this follows a happily married couple who are able to grow together and explore what makes them sexually fulfilled and satisfied. In this book, Piper has come to a bit of a crossroads and needs to figure some things out…primarily why her previously satisfying sex life with her husband of fourteen years has become, for lack of a better word, unsatisfying. Lucky for her, her husband is willing to explore and give her what she needs. They almost have to start over, in a way, and learn new ways to get Piper to where she needs to be. I enjoyed the mutual respect and love Piper and Michel have for one another and think their marriage is a wonderful example of two partners willing to grow and change.

Of course, the sex is off the freaking charts hot and there is plenty of it!What Piper Needs is well written and smoking hot. I will certainly be looking forward to more of this series.

Thank you, Ms. Abbott, for another scorchingly hot read!

Four Loves

Excerpt:

Honestly, Piper. You never listen to me anyway. If you did, you might find my advice helpful.” “I do listen. It’s just hard to focus when, you know, focusing takes so much effort.” Piper

Collins sat in her usual spot, a comfy overstuffed chair by the window, half-listening to her sex therapist, Marianne Cummings, talk about all the changes she needed to make in her life.

Piper suppressed a snicker when she thought of her therapist’s last name, which she did often, sometimes right in the middle of a session. She’d chosen this woman solely based on her name when she’d found it listed in the directory under sex therapists.

I mean, come on. It’d been a no-brainer.

Piper had been seeing her weekly for the last eight years, without fail, and Marianne really was worth the money. But Piper never took her advice.

Well, hardly ever.

Piper was a little more attentive today because she was looking forward to sharing Marianne’s sage advice with her bestie, Caroline Stratton, tonight for their weekly STD meeting, which included wine, lots of laugher, some lewd jokes, and plenty of talk about sex.

The acronym stood for Sexual Therapy for Deviants.

It was an utterly nonsensical name for their weekly wine-soaked therapy sessions, but Piper thought it was funny, so she had christened it the very first night, and STD it had stayed.

Caroline, her best friend and neighbor, had gone through her own sexual metamorphoses a few months ago. Mostly in thanks to Michael, Piper’s husband of ten years, spilling the beans about their own extracurricular sex lifestyle. But Caroline wouldn’t be caught dead talking to someone about sex, except for Piper and her own husband, Jason. She was too embarrassed and too proper to open up to a stranger.

So this was Piper’s way of paying it forward.

But, in reality, these new weekly meetings were helping Piper almost as much as they helped Caroline. Caroline had actually made Piper feel more normal than she had in years, so there was something to be said about your girlfriends being the best counselors.

“It’s a wonder your brain isn’t the consistency of scrambled eggs with all that’s going on in there. I see you’re thinking about something hard,” Marianne interrupted her thoughts. “You have no idea what it is you need. That’s why you come here to see me.”

“My brain is not the consistency of scrambled eggs,” she told Marianne, smiling. “I’m just really good at compartmentalizing.”

“I’d say avoiding is a more apt description of what’s going on inside that head of yours.” Marianne took her glasses off her nose and let them rest on her chest, using the rhinestone chain Piper had given her as a gift years ago.

“Fine, avoiding. But, whatever. It’s not going to happen.”

“I think you should rethink that,” Marianne told her. “It’s high time for you to stop being afraid of your own sexual pleasure and jump back in. Start taking risks again. No more watching from a safe distance, feeling left out of the fun. It’s time to be adventurous again, just like in the rest of your life. You’re such a vibrant soul. It’s a pity to constantly miss out on all the sexual

adventures that await you.” Ms. Cummings was a product of the sixties. She advocated a lot of free love, which Piper was totally on board with.

But this was different.

Jumping in could produce a ripple effect, one she might not recover from. Or at least, that was her fear. “I’m not afraid. I’m terrified. What if that thing”—Piper waved her hand in the air aimlessly—“happens again? I can’t risk it. I don’t feel ready.”

“That thing? You mean your mental breakdown?” “Um, yes. Exactly that.” Piper still had trouble admitting it had ever happened. It’d been a dark time in her life, and it’d been a blessing that she’d only been out of it for

a few weeks, not months, or even years. When she’d been right in the thick of it, she’d felt like the weight of the world was crushing the life out of her. And she felt like she couldn’t breathe for days on end. Her husband Michael had finally coaxed her out of it, giving her a lot of love and understanding, but she wasn’t willing to risk it again, not even for something she needed desperately—to feel sex again. To be scintillated by something.

To have an orgasm shake her to her core.

“Well, that was over seven years ago,” Marianne reminded her, “and from everything you’ve told me, you’re no longer satisfied with your sex life the way it is right now. Things have to change, or it’s going to adversely affect your marriage. You’ve been participating in open sex for the last nine years, and I shouldn’t have to remind you that you’ve assimilated very well to the lifestyle. Even though what brought you here was sex with another man other than your husband. You need to start putting yourself out there again so you can find your real pleasure, and in the process strengthen your marriage.”

“Or things can just stay the same.” Marianne chuckled.

Piper didn’t think it was unprofessional for her therapist to laugh at her. They’d been together for too long to not be completely comfortable with one another. “I know that’s your fear talking. And I’ve been saying the same thing to you for the past year. So you’re either going to listen or you’re not. But now that you have this friend to confide in—what’s her name again?”

“Caroline.”

“Yes, Caroline. Maybe she can help you see the light better than I can. Piper”—she leaned forward in her straight-backed chair—“there is sexual pleasure in your future if you allow it to happen. Lots of it. You are a bright light on this earth. All you need to do is make up your mind to live again.”

Now it was Piper’s turn to chuckle. “I have news for you. Caroline is not going to be an advocate of me swapping things up. She had her own little run-in not too long ago, and she’s still recovering. She will want me to stay nice and safe.”

“Have you explained everything to her?” “Not exactly.” “Try it. She might surprise you.”

***

“I think you should fuck the shit out of him.” Caroline drained her third glass of wine and peered over the rim at Piper, her eyebrows up at her hairline. “What? Was that too much?”

“Caroline Elizabeth Stratton!” Piper was legit shocked. And, to date, not a lot of things shocked her. “I cannot believe that just came out of your proper Southern mouth! I’m aghast.” She laughed.

Caroline set her glass down and smiled at Piper across the table like a shrew. They were in Piper’s kitchen for a change, the breakfast nook to be exact.

“I’m no Southern belle,” Caroline replied. “I think we’ve established that many times over. But I’m having trouble wrapping my head around the fact you haven’t had an orgasm in six months! And this is the first I’m hearing about it! What the hell, Piper? I thought we shared everything now. I shouldn’t have to remind you that you’re the one who’s responsible for me being in this lifestyle at all, which has been less than six months. You sat there in my kitchen and painted this fantastical picture of raw carnal pleasure, delights around every corner, and you’re not even living it! What a farce!”

Piper swirled the wine in her cup. The ruby liquid arced close to the rim leaving a thin film behind. This was one of her favorite wines. A Cabernet mix. She saved the good stuff for her nights with Caroline.

They’d been meeting every Thursday for three months like clockwork.

Most of the time at Caroline’s, because she worked from home and it was easy for her to host. But Michael, Piper’s husband of ten years, was out of town and Piper had taken a rare day off from her hectic job at the ad agency and had made them a bunch of their favorite foods, including homemade guacamole, which Caroline was currently munching on.

Piper set her glass down and rested her arms on the table. “I couldn’t tell you before because it’s embarrassing. I used to be the queen of orgasms. I could have ten in a row. Now, zilch, nada, nothing. Telling you I’m failing in the sex department, when you were all hopped up on free love, wasn’t going to happen. I don’t do Debbie Downer. I’m a perpetual Debbie Upper. You should know that by now.”

Caroline leaned over the table, a chip in one hand, and a recently refilled wine glass in the other. “Well, we’re going to fix your sex slump. You just have to leave it to me…”

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Amanda Abbott lives in the Midwest. She’s the author of many books, both on her own and some published in New York. She loves traveling, seeing the world, and above all she loves to write. These stories have blossomed out of her pure love of all kinds of romance, but especially humor + sexy combined. Taking the question of “what if” and making it real was an absolute thrill to write. And there’s more in the hopper! To keep up with new series and new releases, be sure to sign-up for her NEWSLETTER. That’s the place you get to hear from her personally.

What Caorline Wants by Amanda Abbott… Review Tour Stop & Giveaway

Synopsis:

Caroline and Jason Stratton have always been hot for each other. Married right out of college, they’ve had a great sex life. But when they discover that their best friends and neighbors, Piper and Michael Collins, have experimented with a few extracurricular adventures during their ten year marriage, Caroline and Jace’s sexual world is rocked.

The Strattons quickly find that inviting others into their bedroom might be something they want to explore. But getting Caroline to reconcile her Southern guilt is another matter altogether. So they decide to take it deliciously slow, exploring every avenue.

Their adventures leads them to Emma and Pete, and after a fun, sexy dinner date out, and an incredibly hot car ride home, they’re in. But once they decide to scale that mountain, all bets are off. In the end, Caroline must make a decision—and it’s one she’ll have to live with forever.

*This book is ridiculously sexy, filled with high-octane moments between the couple as they figure out what makes them tick. The book contains: explicit sex, voyeurism, and light couple swap. **There is no cheating in any of my books, everything is consensual between all participants

My review:

What Caroline Wants is the first book in a new series from author Amanda Abbott and explores the journey of married couple Caroline and Jason Stratton as they explore their deeper sexual desires…and let me say it was scorchingly hot.

After a somewhat shocking admission from their neighbors and close friends, Caroline and Jason realize that the admission may have sparked a desire in both of them to explore having other people in their sexual relationship. This story is their journey and follows their path from first deciding to try something new to what happens when they do. This book is smoking hot and explores not only the acts, but the emotion that goes along with them. I have to say I think that’s what I enjoyed most. I really admired the relationship Caroline and Jason have and how they were able to navigate this, at times, rough road. I loved that they were able to grow together, because let’s face it, bringing other people into a marriage certainly can ruin even the strongest of foundations. Of course, there are a few stumbles along the way, but that’s what made me appreciate them even more.

I am certainly intrigued as to what the rest of the series will bring us. This was well written with well-developed characters and tons of passionate heat. I’m so glad I was introduced to Ms. Abbott and will certainly be looking forward to more!

Four Loves

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Excerpt:

What if we just try it once?” Jason Stratton dipped his razor into the sink and grinned into the mirror. “If we don’t like it, we can chalk it up as a learning experience and move on.”

“You don’t just move on from having sex with your neighbors,” Caroline stated from her spot by the bathroom door. Her shoulder was casually braced against the jamb, her arms loosely crossed as she watched her husband, clad only in a crisp white towel, shave. “That doesn’t happen. And I know you’re just trying to mess with me, Jace, but I shouldn’t have to tell you that even considering that idea for more than one millisecond is completely insane.”

Jace brought the razor up and tracked a line down his cheek. “I don’t think it’s all that crazy. I get why people do it. You heard Michael as clearly as I did last night. He and Piper are in it for the raw sexual pleasure. They also told us there are strict rules you have to adhere to, and Piper said no emotional ties are allowed.”

Caroline snorted, unfolding her arms as she turned and padded back into the bedroom. “Yeah, right,” she threw over her shoulder as she snatched up an errant shirt and tossed it into a nearby basket. “Emotions are the only reason anyone would do a thing like that. Inviting others into your bedroom is not something you walk away from unscathed. It’s the kind of thing that changes lives forever—and you know I’m right!”

The night before, during a typical BBQ-turned-late-night-drinking party in their backyard with their neighbors, and best friends of the past five years, Michael and Piper Collins, the tipsy talk had turned from casual banter and had entered uncharted territory. Michael and Piper admitted to having had a few extracurricular experiences during their nearly ten years of marriage.

Caroline had been utterly shocked. She couldn’t believe Piper had never mentioned one thing about it, and she had essentially shut down after the confession. But Jace had probed them for more than an hour for details, which they’d given freely.

Once they’d left, Caroline and Jace had the best sex they’d had in the last two years.

It had been wild, uninhibited, and totally hot. Caroline was still reeling from the intensity of it, her toes curling into the plush carpeting as she took a seat on the edge of their bed. When a very tangible image of last night’s lovemaking flooded through her—her husband entering her hard and fast—it sent a batch of tingles racing up her spine. But unlike her bold, seemingly unfazed-by-anything husband, it had taken Caroline years to get to this point in their marriage—a point where she felt free enough to let go of her inhibitions during sex.

Through no fault of her own, she’d been raised in the belly of South Carolina like a proper Southern belle. And, if asked, she’d fully admit she’d been unwilling to experiment at the beginning of their relationship. She’d been absolutely fearful that she would break some kind of unspoken code of behavior if she actually enjoyed sex. But her patient, charismatic Midwestern husband had continued to coax her into trying new things, and over the years she had slowly loosened up in the bedroom and learned to parcel away that “I’m going straight to hell” moment that always crept up on her the morning after they did something dirty.

If she was completely honest with herself, once she’d experienced her first orgasm, her sexual awareness had exploded like a fire hydrant on a hot June day.

Since then, she’d opened to trying a variety of things—things she’d never thought in a million years she’d be okay with. Her handsome, rugged husband was responsible for all of that. He made her feel safe and happy.

He was the love of her life.

And now he wanted to do something crazy that could rock their perfect world forever.

Caroline stood and headed back to the bathroom, where she leaned against the doorjamb. Jace grinned at her reflection in the mirror as he finished shaving, whisking his razor in the sink in between strokes.

“You’re impossible,” she told him. “A scamp with no morals whatsoever.”

“I have plenty of morals, but they have nothing to do with this particular scenario,” he replied with a wink. “You know how I feel about sex, Care. Sex is not love. You just have to choose pleasure over guilt. If you did that, this could be a gold mine of sexual happiness for us.” He smiled at her like a fool.

She crossed her arms. “A gold mine? Sounds more like a minefield of unhappiness to me. And since you’re continuing to push this agenda, is this your way of telling me that you could share me so easily? Because the thought of sharing you makes my stomach ache and bile rise in my throat.”

Jace caught her expression in the mirror and dropped his razor into the sink. He turned, tugging the towel from his waist, using it to wipe away the rest of the shaving cream as he strode forward.

Caroline tried to turn away, but her husband caught her wrists, pulling her close, encircling her waist, and hugging her tightly to his chest before she could move. “Of course I couldn’t share you easily,” he murmured near her ear, kissing her neck the way she liked. She braced her hands against his shoulders and pressed back, letting him know his advances weren’t entirely welcome. “Caroline, you dazzle me every time I look at you. From the very first moment I ever laid eyes on you, I was hooked. Nothing’s going to change that. Pleasure to me is just that—pleasure. I’m not looking to find a new connection with anyone. I just want to find what makes us tick and, from there, make it extraordinary.” He lingered over her collarbone and made his way slowly to her ear, ending with his lips tugging her earlobe. “Last night was completely amazing. You have to admit it,” he whispered in her ear. “We haven’t had sex like that in a long time.” He slid a hand up and used his thumb to caress a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. She shivered. “It could’ve been a coincidence, but I don’t think so. What Michael and Piper told us had everything to do with it. It was like they doused us with lighter fluid and lit a match.”

Caroline had fallen for her husband the first time she’d seen him, too.

She angled her head up. “Fine, I admit it. It might’ve been sexy to hear about someone else’s indiscretions—in that very moment.” She shook her head. “But what you’re suggesting is dangerous. I think we tick together just fine without anything extra. And I don’t believe pleasure can be wrought without an emotional bond. A person needs to be connected to hit all the right notes. If we did something like inviting others into our bedroom, there would be a steep price to pay. It’s not something you just do willy-nilly.”

Jace chuckled. “I love it when you talk Southern to me.” He walked her backward toward their king-size bed, his arms still tightly wrapped around her, the towel long gone. When the backs of her legs touched the end of the bed, he gently untied her robe. “I agree with you, by the way,” he said as his hands brushed over her bare shoulders, coaxing the soft terry cloth to the floor. “This isn’t something we should consider doing without a lot of thought, and I don’t want to share you either, believe me. But last night the sex was cataclysmic and I don’t care how we got there. If it took our neighbors to get us that horny, so be it. You were on fire, and I loved every minute of it.” He eased her back on the rumpled covers. “You were dripping wet by the time we got to the bedroom, and I couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough.” He braced himself over her, his arms on either side of her head. He dipped lower, his mouth sliding over hers, melding perfectly as their tongues entwined.

She let out a soft sigh.

The sexy talk last night with their friends had indeed turned her on.

It had been exactly like Jace had described—it was like Michael and Piper had poured gas on a bonfire by spilling their sexual secrets. But in Caroline’s mind, it had been no different than watching porn or reading a sexy story, something that always made her hot for her husband and no one else. What she didn’t want to confess to Jace right now—or even to herself—was that while Michael had been divulging the dirty details about their extracurricular affairs, his hand had slid onto Piper’s thigh, and at his touch, Piper had uttered a small moan.

Caroline’s eyes had been riveted to his hand as it’d crept upward. To her relief it’d stopped a respectable distance from Piper’s upper thigh and had ended up being very innocent.

Titillating, but nothing untoward.

“I was on fire,” Caroline admitted. Jace kissed her again, and when he finally broke away, both of them were panting hard. “But it was for you. There’s a big difference. I didn’t want Michael in my bed, I wanted you.” Michael was a very handsome man, ridiculously so, but for Caroline, he didn’t hold a candle to her husband’s natural charm and all-American good looks. Jace lay down next to her, propping himself up on an elbow, smiling. “I knew it got to you. It made me hot for you, too. And just like right now, while we’re talking about it, it’s turning us on again.” He placed two fingers between her breasts, brushing them lightly down her chest to her stomach…

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Adored by Lexi Blake…ARC Review

Adored releases May 12

Synopsis:

A man who gave up on love

Mitch Bradford is an intimidating man. In his professional life, he has a reputation for demolishing his opponents in the courtroom. At the exclusive BDSM club Sanctum, he prefers disciplining pretty submissives with no strings attached. In his line of work, there’s no time for a healthy relationship. After a few failed attempts, he knows he’s not good for any woman—especially not his best friend’s sister.

A woman who always gets what she wants

Laurel Daley knows what she wants, and her sights are set on Mitch. He’s smart and sexy, and it doesn’t matter that he’s a few years older and has a couple of bitter ex-wives. Watching him in action at work and at play, she knows he just needs a little polish to make some woman the perfect lover. She intends to be that woman, but first she has to show him how good it could be.

A killer lurking in the shadows

When an unexpected turn of events throws the two together, Mitch and Laurel are confronted with the perfect opportunity to explore their mutual desire. Night after night of being close breaks down Mitch’s defenses. The more he sees of Laurel, the more he knows he wants her. Unfortunately, someone else has their eyes on Laurel and they have murder in mind.

My review:

Adored is story number 8.5 in author Lexi Blake’s Masters and Mercenaries series as well as novella number 6 in the 1,001 Dark Nights 2015 line-up and from the synopsis alone, I was dying to read this latest installment.

Now, I’ve heard numerous times in the years I’ve been a reader that there are people who don’t really like novellas because it’s hard to build a relationship with the characters. That you can’t develop an emotional connection. Well, I am here to tell you that Lexi Blake and this novella will dispel all of those notions.

This story was packed with emotion, suspense and scorching heat but also had some mystery and more than a few chuckles along the way and I loved it!

Mitch is all alpha Dom and needs the lifestyle to maintain order and control in his life. It soothes him. Calms him. He’s had his share of failed relationships, his childhood was less than stellar and all of that pain and heartache has made him the man he is today. He truly has damaged hero written all over him. And when it came to Laurel, and all the feelings she brought about in him, he was a jumble of emotion. He wanted her but knew he had to stay away from her. This was all something he wasn’t used to. It broke into his calm routine and it scared the hell out of him. He knew she wanted more from him above their working relationship and he was trying his best to keep her at bay…but Laurel was good at calling him on his crap and she pushed his buttons like no other. (My kinda gal!)

I loved that about her. She was one tough cookie and went after what she wanted but also knew Mitch and knew what he needed. She was willing to bend to him and try her best to be the woman he needed and wanted and I admired her for that. She also knew when enough was enough and made no bones about staying true to what she saw for herself and her future…even in if meant not being with Mitch.

They are a special kind of amazing when they are together. Despite being hard-headed, Mitch is patient with Laurel. When he introduces her into the BDSM world, he truly puts aside his own needs to make sure she is comfortable and at ease with the lifestyle. I absolutely loved that about him. They have many stumbles along the way and I went through moments of wanting to shake Mitch but like with any lovable damaged hero, in the end, they are worth all the heartache they caused and Mitch was no exception.

Now, as for the suspense aspect, author Blake did one hell of a job. She introduced quite a mystery in the beginning and left breadcrumbs along the way leading us on a path to one hell of an ending I never saw coming! It was certainly a “whoa” moment!

There’s also a bit of a surprise that happens early on but I can’t mention it without spoiling things…so my lips are sealed!

Adored is the whole package. Sexy, emotional, suspenseful, it’s a page turner from start to finish. Thank you, Ms. Blake, for giving us Mitch and Laurel’s story!

Five Loves

Book Links:

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About the author:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.

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