Ace of Hearts by J.C. Valentine…Release Blitz

ACE OF HEARTS

by J.C. Valentine
Blind Jacks MC, #3
Publication Date: May 24, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC Romance, Biker, Standalone

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SYNOPSIS:

Being granted a second chance at life and a first time at love was every man’s dream, but for Ace it came with a price.

Ace
By all rights, he should be dead. Serving ten years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit had affected him in ways he couldn’t begin to understand. He’d rolled out of the slammer and into a revenge plot that almost got him killed. By the grace of God, when he’d hit rock bottom, one person reached out a helping hand.

A beautiful redhead with a penchant for mischief took a shine to him and then disappeared, leaving behind only her number scribbled recklessly on his arm. Assuming he can make out all the numbers, he just might have a chance at something amazing.

Barbara
Finally divorcing her narcissistic husband was the best choice Barbara ever made. After living under his control for seven long years, she might have gone a little wild for a minute, what with jumping the hot biker and all. None of that mattered, though, because today was the day she got herself back on track.

After being given the opportunity to excavate a small cache of fossils in a remote area, Barbara is horrified to discover she’s inadvertently led a small team of her archeology students into danger. When they stumble on a secret dumping site of a vicious serial killer, Ace, the big, handsome biker takes charge. But she may have gotten herself and her students into more danger than even he can handle.

*NOTE* Although a part of the Blind Jacks MC series, ACE OF HEARTS can be read as a STANDALONE and features a new couple!

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EXCERPT

Climbing into bed behind his lovely professor seemed different. At the clubhouse, neither of them felt particularly at home. It was clear that Barbara felt totally comfortable in her own home, though. The strange part was that Ace felt very much at home there, too.

“This is all kinds of weird for me.”

“My house must seem like a tiny doll house to you.”

“It feels more like a warm, safe nest that’s been made enticing by the addition of a beautiful and accommodating woman. I’m feeling a bit like the world’s last dodo bird or something.”

“In that case, we had better start making babies before you go extinct.”

“The last time you said something like that it triggered a little episode of self-loathing.” Pulling the blanket up around them, he murmured reassuringly, “Don’t worry, this time I have my head screwed on straight. I’m intentionally not using a condom and will be trying my best to make ugly little dodo babies with you.”

“You’re so funny.”

Ace frowned. “Why do you want to get pregnant?”

“Fertility stays relatively stable until around age thirty in women. After that, it begins to drop off slightly. Since I gave my marriage a dirt nap, I suppose I’ve been worried about missing my window.” Eyeing him with heated admiration, she continued, “You’re a big, strapping biker. You look like you could get the job done with some swimmers to spare.”

Moving closer, he grinned. “This is like a whole new side of your personality that I’ve never seen.”

Running her hand over his chest, she laughed. “It’s the neurotic and slightly panicking side.”

Jerking his chin for her to give him a kiss, he murmured, “It looks good on you.”

Rather than following his nonverbal communication, she asked softly, “So do you have baby-related secrets to share?”

Reaching out, he wrapped one arm around her and dragged her close. “Sure, but I don’t think you wanna hear them.”

“I do, so cough it up.”

Spanning her stomach with his hand, he said, “I’ve thought about how nice it would be to see my child growing inside you. You’d look really sexy with a baby bump. I’d be one of those obsessed dads who listened to your stomach and told our little princess stories so she’d get used to my voice. Since I don’t know any stories fit to tell a baby, we’d have to go to one of those fancy bookstores and buy some. Maybe we’d get one of those fancy coffees you like so much.”

Her eyes damn near sparkled. “That’s about the sweetest baby secret I ever heard.”

Looking down at his hand on her stomach, he whispered, “I’d have to be really careful, ‘cause I wouldn’t want her to be scared when she saw me for the first time.”

ABOUT J.C. VALENTINE

J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.

Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.

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Merciless by Willow Winters….Release Day Blitz & Review

Title: Merciless
Author: Willow Winters
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 15, 2018
Blurb
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Today
 bestselling author Willow Winters comes a heart pounding,
edge-of-your-seat gripping, romantic suspense.
I should’ve known she would ruin me the moment I saw her.
Women like her are made to destroy men like me.
Given to me to start a war; I was too eager to accept.
I didn’t
know what she’d do to me.
She sees through me in a way no one else ever has.
Her innocence and vulnerability make me weak for her and I hate it.
I know better than to give in to temptation.  I should have known that she
would change everything.
A ruthless man doesn’t let a soul close to him.
A cold-hearted man doesn’t risk anything for anyone.
A powerful man with a beautiful woman at his mercy … he doesn’t fall for her.

 

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I am having the hardest time writing this review. On one hand I really enjoyed this book – I love dark, thrilling reads. However, I had an extremely hard time connecting to one the characters who plays an extremely large part in this book. So I felt like I was reading this book without any emotional ties to it and for me, that is a hard thing to overcome.

I won’t go into the details of what happens in this book – for me, that is the best part of this book. I love how Willow plotted this book out and how everything unravels. Regardless of missing the emotional connection to a main character, this story was just too good to walk away from.

Carter is a dick. I don’t consider him an alpha male in anyway – he’s a fucking dick. He’s controlling to the point that it was ridiculous and I couldn’t stand him. I get that he can’t be a softy but the shit he puts Aria through and how he treats her, for me, it was too over the top – those type of men never truly win the heart of a women. I found no redeeming qualities in him and honestly wish he would rot in hell.

Aria is a very strong and fierce woman. While I loved that she stayed strong for so long, she was a victim the whole book and my heart hurt for her. I truly believe her change ended up being due to Stockholm Syndrome and nothing more. I understand that Carter wanted her to break her but to go to the lengths he did, her reaction in doing anything was only due to the fact that she finally broke and just wanted out. Nothing more, nothing less.

As I said, I love this story’s plot. I love a dark thriller. This book does end in a cliffhanger and I will no doubt read the next one to see how everything plays out. However, I will be rooting for Carter’s demise because it will take a shit ton of overhaul on him for me to see any good in him. He doesn’t deserve to breathe let alone get Aria in the end.

Finding any smidge connection between Aria and Carter is null for me and why I didn’t give this book 5 stars. But rating in lower than a 4, felt like I wasn’t giving the writing or the story the credit it deserves. This is a very compelling and well written story. It’s what kept me captivated the whole time.

Willow, I have to applaud you on writing such an intense story and for writing a character I loathe so much. I look forward to the next book.

 

 

Author Bio

Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.

In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!

Vow of Retribution by Emma Renshaw…Blog Tour with review

Vow of Retribution

The Vow Series #1
by Emma Renshaw
Publication Date: May 3, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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SYNOPSIS: 

I want revenge.
With scars like these, I knew I could never forget my past.
With threats like these, I can’t escape, either.
This time, I’m fighting back. I don’t just want my life back. I want vengeance for what was done to me.
I didn’t plan to fall in love.

I want to save her.
A girl like her isn’t easily forgotten.
A girl like her doesn’t trust easily.
I’ll fight for her—I’ll fight with her. Together, we can build a new life, free from the past. Together, we can rise.
Even if we could lose everything by trying.

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Excerpt

“I dress in a white wrap dress with nude heels. It is one of my favorite work outfits. The neck is high, the sleeves long, but the dress hugs every single one of my curves perfectly. Every time I slip it on, I feel like I’m going to kick ass and take names. I usually reserve it for important client meetings as a good luck charm, but leaving the house for basically the first time in a week deserves a little celebration.

I’m putting the last touches of my makeup on when Liam walks into the bathroom for his morning shower, still naked from last night. My eyes sweep down his body, feeling the heat pulse between my legs. I lick my lips as I watch his cock strain toward me. Liam is sweeping his own eyes up and down my body. He comes right behind me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, sweeping my hair to one side so he can kiss his favorite freckle on my neck. “Why have I never seen this dress?”

“I’m taking you out in this dress,” he tells me gruffly.

“Sounds like a plan,” I tell him, rubbing my ass along his rigid cock. I turn toward him, giving him two quick, hard tugs. I come up on my toes, kissing up his neck, along his scruffy jaw, finally settling on his lips. He’s pumping himself into my hand, faster. I lick along the seam of his lips before sinking to my knees.

My hands land on his thighs, his cock straining before my face. I look up at him. “Thank you for not caging me, Liam.”

His start of the word thank ends in a growl as I take him deep into my mouth, pumping the part of his shaft that doesn’t fit. I relax my throat, preparing to take him deeper, licking along the vein on the underside of his shaft. His thighs clench under my hands when I hollow my cheeks.

I suck Liam’s cock deep into my throat, my nose pressing against his pelvis. I look up at him. His eyes are molten chocolate, pupils blown. One hand comes to my face, caressing my cheek. Every man I’ve been with before Liam has made “feel cheap and used in this position, but Liam makes me feel like a queen in control. I feel empowered taking my man like this, his thighs quivering for me. I continue to watch him as I swallow. His free hand fists at his side.

“Fuck, baby.” Liam’s voice is strained and gravelly. He pumps his hips, thrusting even deeper into my throat. I cup his balls in one hand, rolling them, and, tugging at the same time, I swallow him again.

“I’m—I’m going to come.” He tries to pull away, but my other hand wraps around his body, clutching his ass, keeping him ”

“there. I want this. I want to swallow every drop of him before I leave for work.

I tug his balls again, hollowing my cheeks, sucking him hard and fast. He pumps with me before he erupts in a yell of my name. After I swallow every last drop, he pulls me to my feet, hands cupping my face.

“I don’t deserve you,” Liam says before kissing me deeply. “God help me if you ever figure that out.”

I kiss him back, giving as much as I’m taking. I break the kiss, breathing hard. “I have to go now.”

“Not yet,” he tells me. He lifts my dress up to my hips, settling me on the counter. “Spread those thighs for me.”

“I’ll be late,” I protest as I spread my legs for him.

Liam drops to his knees. “Don’t care, gorgeous. I need breakfast before you leave.” He spreads my legs farther apart, pulling my panties down my legs, licking his lips as he stares at my soaked pussy. I can’t find it in me to care, either.

Vows of Retributionwas an absolute joy to read! First, you have the sexy alpha male, Liam, who you just cannot resist turning the pages to find out more. He moves back home and runs into Savannah. Second you have a strong female character, Savannah, who has her own demons and walls up but is not going to take anyone’s Sh&%t anymore. I could not wait to see why! Finally, third, (the best of this book) is that while I wanted to know her why, I always got swept up in the chemistry between these two. I know it’s silly but I literally had tingles in my fingers to turn the pages faster to see if Savannah was going to let down her guard and allow Liam in.

Emma Renshaw did an amazing hooking me in from the beginning of the book and never once did I feel disappointed. It was a terrific read that captivated me, kept me guessing, and boy the sex scenes are off the charts H.O.T! Not only was I never bored reading Vow of Retributionbut also loved every character introduced to me. It was a great suspenseful romance that I would for sure recommend!

ABOUT EMMA RENSHAW

Emma loves to write, just don’t ask her to write about herself. If she isn’t writing, you can find her lost in a book or trying to get her doggo to take a selfie with her. He usually refuses. At the end of the day, you can find Emma at the closest Mexican restaurant eating queso and sipping on a margarita. She lives in Texas with her husband and dog.

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Hooked On You by Kate Meader…Review Tour Stop

Hooked on You

by Kate Meader
Chicago Rebels, #4
Publication Date: May 7, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Sports Romance, Standalone

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SYNOPSIS:

The steamy Chicago Rebels series returns with this racy and sassy tale of embittered hearts, second chances, and going for the goal—on and off the ice.

Violet Vasquez never met her biological father, so learning he left his beloved hockey franchise—the Chicago Rebels—to her is, well, unexpected. Flat broke and close to homeless, Violet is determined to make the most of this sudden opportunity. Except dear old dad set conditions that require she takes part in actually running the team with the half-sisters she barely knows. Working with these two strangers and overseeing a band of hockey-playing lugs is not on her agenda…until she lays eyes on the Rebels captain and knows she has to have him.

Bren St. James has been labeled a lot of things: the Puck Prince, Lord of the Ice, Hell’s Highlander…but it’s the latest tag that’s making headlines: washed-up alcoholic has-been. This season, getting his life back on track and winning the Cup are his only goals. With no time for relationships—except the fractured ones he needs to rebuild with his beautiful daughters—he’s finding it increasingly hard to ignore sexy, all-up-in-his-beard Violet Vasquez. And when he finds himself in need of a nanny just as the playoffs are starting, he’s faced with a temptation he could so easily get hooked on.

For two lost souls, there’s more on the line than just making the best of a bad situation… there might also be a shot at the biggest prize of all: love.

 

My Review in Short:

I have been DYING for Violet’s story since she first appeared and belted out Stevie Nicks songs in the first book. I knew her story would be amazing and I can now say with 100% certainty that indeed it was.  I loved this book so much!

This book brought so much to the table.  Both Violet and Bren and two broken souls, each battling their own pasts and own set of demons.  Each trying to get to some kind of happy and gain some peace in their lives. Each not looking for any sort of love but both unknowingly needing that sort of anchor in their lives.  They have a delicious push and pull relationship with an underlying attraction that was always just hidden below the surface and when they finally give in to the attraction it is positively sizzling! And while, yes, I loved the steamy parts I have to say I loved the emotional connection these two shared even more.  Reading their journey was incredible.   I laughed, I cried, I swooned, and I sighed happily. This book was just everything. 

I have adored this series since the very beginning and while I’m sad to read the conclusion, there is simply no better way to have it come to an end.

If you haven’t picked up these books yet, you really need to.  Well-written story lines packed with multi-faceted characters forging beautiful connections and plenty of heat, this series has it all.

Thank you, Ms. Meader, for yet another book world I’d love to live in!

 

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ABOUT KATE MEADER

Originally from Ireland, USA Today bestselling author Kate Meader cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Harlequins thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.

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Burn So Good by JH Croix…Blog Tour with Review

Today we have the blog tour for BURN SO GOOD by J.H. Croix! Check out the release day festivities and be sure to grab your copy!

Title: Burn So Good

Author: J.H. Croix

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Burn So Good:

Ella

Life isn’t fair. I know that lesson well.

I said goodbye to Caleb ten years ago.

The boy I once loved is man now—a rugged, s*xy as h*ll man.

As a hotshot firefighter, he’s all about saving others.

Life ripped us apart, stealing more than I could’ve imagined.

Time didn’t heal all of my wounds, and time never let me forget what we once had.

Once again, he comes to my rescue.

This time, I’m running from a different set of demons.

Maybe this time we have a second chance.

 

Caleb

Fire burns hot and bright. It can destroy everything.

Just like it destroyed what I had with Ella.

What comes out of the ashes is stronger than ever.

Ella meant everything to me once upon a time.

We were young and foolish when tragedy tore us apart.

She went running, and I was too torn up to chase after her and make it right.

They say time heals all wounds.

Some things never die, and the fire between us burns hotter than ever.

I’ll do anything to keep her safe, to make her mine.

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Ella and Caleb-my heart breaks for these two in the beginning and yours will as well. Hit with tragedy at a young age, these two high school sweethearts find their way back to each other after years have passed. Ella, who has run away from the town that holds so many bad memories, moves back only to find herself literally being saved by Caleb. I liked how the book has introduced us to this small town and group of friends making it easy to read as a standalone book. I believe those who are looking for a hot new series will adore this one. Full of drama, passion, and love…there is nothing not to like.

It took me a while to read this one but that is a good thing. I felt it was a slow paced read when necessary and fast paced when it was really wanted! It was full of background stories that keep you engaged and as a reader you get to know Ella and Caleb’s story before it even begins. Great choice for series lovers.

About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling Author J. H. Croix lives in a small town in the historical farmlands of Maine with her husband and two spoiled dogs. Croix writes steamy contemporary romance with strong independent women and rugged alpha men who aren’t afraid to show some emotion. Her love for quirky small-towns and the characters that inhabit them shines through in her writing. Take a walk on the wild side of romance with her bestselling novels!

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The Greatest Risk by Kristen Ashley…Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway

Synopsis:

A woman unable to connect, struggling to hide another part of her. A man burning to learn her truth, and make her whole. Through explosive passion and deep exploration, they are about to take the greatest risk of all. But will they be able to take that leap, and come out on the other side together? In this next passionate novel in the Honey series, New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley delivers a stunningly romantic and intensely sexy novel that will stay with you long after you turn the final page.

 

My Review:

Ok, I have to admit that since starting this series I have been DYING to get to this couple.  I have been intrigued with both of these characters since they were introduced and I just knew they would be a delicious sort of magic together and after finishing this book I can assure you, indeed, they were.  A damn delicious sort of magic I won’t soon forget.

I’ve learned after reading Kristen Ashley over the years that there truly isn’t anything she can’t write.  She can do fun and quirky and she can do dark and sexy.  But no matter what she writes, she delivers a deep level of emotion that touches you like no other and in this particular story that’s the element that really resonated with me.

Stellan and Sixx are a couple that share a level of intimate emotion in their journey that had me falling deeper in love with them with each page I read.  Stellan is patient, understanding, sexy as hell, and beautifully educated in learning what Sixx needs, even if she doesn’t realize it’s what she needs.  SIxx is strong, yet vulnerable, with so many layers to her personality.  I loved reading these two.  I loved reading the complexity of their relationship, the deep emotion involved, the heat and connection they share, all of it was sublime. *dreamy sigh*

While I’m so sad to see this series end, there was no better way to have finished it than with Stellan and Sixx.

Thank you, Ms. Ashley, for yet another incredible read!

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Let’s Go

SIXX
Present day …
Sixx wandered the halls of the Bee’s Honey for absolutely no purpose except to make the boys in the
booth watching the cameras that monitored the action in the club think she was taking in the scene.
Instead, she was biding time to go into the Dom Lounge to get what she’d stashed in her locker.
She was over it.
Over the scene.
Over the wait.
Done.
The Honey had now become a place she could hang and have a drink, connect with some friends if she
was in the mood, get some of her kink by watching, and torture herself being around Stellan.
It was also where she stashed something if she had it to stash. This was because the Honey had
surveillance and security that rivaled that of the White House. If a person wasn’t supposed to be there,
they didn’t get in there. The end.
She’d been back in Phoenix now for a while.
Months.
And although she’d put on a variety of shows, bided her time, put herself out there, made herself
available, Stellan hadn’t thrown down the gauntlet.
She sure as hell wasn’t making the first move.
Thus that first move wasn’t going to be made.
So be it.
She hadn’t expected much and she sure got that.
And she had to admit, part of her was relieved (a large part).
Because if he took a shot, what then?
Could she protect him from all that was her?
Doubtful.
More like impossible.

She never had with anyone who mattered, not that she’d had many in her life who mattered.
And Stellan absolutely did not deserve to have to deal with all that could befall anyone who got close to
Sixx.
Tonight was different, though.
Tonight, she wanted done with the extracurricular activity she was engaged in.
Also tonight she roamed the halls knowing Stellan was there, he’d taken a room, and he’d gone off his
normal modus operandi.
He’d selected a female sub.
He’d also selected a male.
If in a mood, though that mood was always rare, he’d pick more than one sub.
But they were always females.
Sixx had a feeling she knew why he’d done this. She had Google alerts set up, and she’d seen it.
That it being that it was announced to the media that day that the two-and- a-half- month marriage of
Andreas Lange and his pretty-much- child bride Priscilla was done. Although the press was asked to leave
the couple alone in this trying time, it was nevertheless reported that Andreas might often think with his
dick and had apparent self-esteem issues that drove him to having a pretty young thing dripping off his
arm, but when it counted, he used his other head. The one with an actual brain in it.
In other words, he had a reported ironclad prenuptial agreement, and the soon-to- be-again Ms. Newton
would walk away with the engagement ring he gave her, any gifts she’d acquired during their
relationship and nothing else.
Nothing else.
Not even a settlement.
She was young, and Sixx knew that young didn’t make you stupid, it just made you young, naïve, and
perhaps with the beauty that girl had, overconfident. Thus she probably thought her golden looks
mingled with a twenty-two- year-old pussy would buy her a lot more time to get a lot more gifts.
Sadly, she’d been wrong.
Sixx could not know how this news affected Stellan. Although they had exchanged a variety of words
since she’d been home, they’d both been at a few get-togethers where he didn’t avoid her, but he didn’t
pursue her, they’d caught each other’s eyes on a number of occasions; and she’d noted him watching
her work with her submissives, as he’d noted her doing the same with his, they had not even
resurrected the loose but friendly relationship they’d had before she’d left.
She put it down to him still smarting from Leigh’s falling in love with another man.

That said, even if Leigh had, it appeared that not much had changed between Stellan and Amélie.
Although chilly between them when Sixx got back, that had thawed, and they were as sociable and close
as they ever had been. And it was clear Stellan liked Olly, Amélie’s enormous, gorgeous stallion.
Then again, everyone liked Olly. It was impossible not to like the guy. He was just that guy who had it all
and not simply the fact he was so easy to look at.
He adored Leigh, for one. Utterly. And he did not hide it in the slightest.
But he was outgoing, funny, solid. If you were moving house and you needed an extra pair of hands, he
was there. If you had a nephew (or niece) who wanted to be a firefighter (which Olly was), he’d take the
kid through his station and introduce him to all the guys. If you were at a cookout with him and running
low on your drink, you found your glass slid out of your hand and another one put in it without even
having to ask.
Even Stellan, wanting Amélie for as long as he did, couldn’t dislike the guy.
So they’d become friends.
And Sixx had watched.
That was one of the two things she’d done since being back.
In a halfhearted attempt to get his attention (and keep Aryas off her back), she played.
And she watched.
Which was what she was on a mission to do now before she hit the Dom Lounge to prepare to complete
her other mission.
As she wandered, Sixx didn’t spend time watching Mira and Trey in their room.
It was tough watching Mira work now that she had a sub and they were together together. In other
words, in love. Mira was good at what she did, and Trey liked what his Mistress gave him, but that look
of adoration on her face while she was doing it …
Sixx just couldn’t deal with it.
This was also why she avoided Leigh and Olly when they were at play (and more recently, also when
they weren’t because the connection they had between them just didn’t stop).
Right then they weren’t in a playroom. They were still in the bar, holding court, The Stallion Alpha Sub
King and his Dominatrix Queen, as usual reigning supreme over the club and enjoying it before they
moved to a room to enjoy each other.
They were actually worse to watch than Trey and Mira, they were so beautiful together. They were like
watching dancers, so perfectly in sync, expressive, at one with each other and their own bodies. The
sequence practiced, even if it was always different, it was so graceful it was sublime.
Putting this out of her mind, Sixx moved on her black platform pumps to the back hall full of playrooms,
noting, and not surprised, that Aryas’s red room was shuttered away from view. The blackout blinds to
that room were scarlet, not black like all the others, thus its name.

It was his own personal playroom if he was in town. And he was. And he had one of his babies in there,
working her.
Sixx didn’t need to watch that, although she would have. She’d not only seen Aryas at play, he’d worked
her because he’d trained her. He showed her how to be who she was. He introduced her to other
Dommes to teach her the things he could not. And he’d played with her in his sessions in which she was
required to sub so she could understand the headspace her own subs had to get in to serve her.
She had been surprised she’d liked it.
She’d been freaked she’d liked it so much.
Too much.
Aryas had handled that too for her—amazingly. Which meant he’d helped her handle it.
And then she’d locked it away.
However as she bypassed his room, she felt her lips thin that he was back there with one of his babies
and not with the woman he should be with.
At first when Sixx arrived back in Phoenix, he’d let things lie.
Now that months had passed, he was getting up in her face about making a move on Stellan.
Fortunately, she was able to fight back since he wouldn’t make a move on Mistress Talia.
Which was where Sixx went and where she stopped to watch, also not surprised that Talia was working
a sub mostly because those two circled each other just this way. If Talia took a sub and he caught it,
Aryas wasn’t too far from taking his own. If Aryas took one and Talia caught it, she hustled a sub into a
playroom.
Retaliation.
As Sixx watched Talia work a sub named Bryan, definitely a favored and oft-used toy of hers, she got
worried.
In a heartbeat, Bryan would take things further with his tall, slender, lithe, beautiful, mocha-skinned,
tawny-fro’ed Mistress, and not just because he seriously got off on the way she worked him.
She wasn’t just beautiful and had a serious style going on in and out of a playroom. She was funny,
quick-witted, smart-mouthed, loyal and very sweet. And Sixx had witnessed her aftercare of Bryan when
she got down to serious business with him, and even knowing Talia’s heart was with Aryas, her head and
attention was with Bryan in a way he could mistake the fact that he didn’t have a place in that particular
vital organ.
Sixx considered having a word with the Mistress.
She did that, and then she decided instead to have a word with Leigh so Leigh would have a word.
Amélie was probably already thinking of doing it. She wasn’t Queen Bee just because she rocked a
playroom, and she took her unofficial role seriously.

But if Sixx had a word, she might light a fire, and perhaps if they double-teamed Aryas and Talia, they
could get something going.
Before hitting the Dom Lounge, she found her feet taking her one last place.
At first, she positioned herself carefully in order to be able to process what she might see and at the
same time be out of his line of sight because he always broke scene to catch her eyes if he saw her at
the windows. And the possibility of seeing him working a male sub was something she wanted without
him breaking scene.
This eye contact, at first, she’d found terrifying, because it was encouraging. It was rare a Dom working
would do that unless he was working directly with another Dom.
When months passed and nothing came of it, Sixx stopped finding it terrifying or encouraging and just
found it weird.
There was no invitation in his gaze. No challenge issued. No warmth or comradeship or humor or
anything.
He’d just catch her gaze and hold it for as long as it took for her to break it. Even if he was physically
inside one of his subs, he’d thrust while simply looking at Sixx, remote and disengaged, from her and his
sub, until Sixx herself broke the contact and his attention went back to his sub.
But if he was working a male, especially inside one, this she’d want to see. Man-on- man was a thing of
hers, and since she’d returned to Phoenix, she’d indulged in that, always taking multiple submissives,
they were always male, and she’d call the shots to get that fix.
Seeing Stellan engaged in something like this would probably make her orgasm right there in the hall.
Hell, just thinking about it got her wet.
Then again, although this would be an extraordinary sight to see, Sixx didn’t figure it would take much to
do that. In all her play since she’d come back, she had not once let a single sub touch her, she’d rarely
touched them, and she hadn’t had that first orgasm, not in play, not with some random partner she
picked up out in the vanilla world (because she hadn’t picked anyone up), not even at her own hand.
But as she hesitated at the edge of one of the rooms Stellan favored, the silhouette and blackout blinds
up like he normally played it, she didn’t even see Stellan.
The female was working the male, and that work was inspired, but there was no Stellan.
Sixx took one step along the hall.
Another.
And there he was, still in his trousers and dress shirt, but the suit jacket was thrown over the back of the
leather club chair he was sitting in. He had his long legs crossed, and he was slanted to the side, elbow
on the arm of the chair, head propped up in his hand where it held his square jaw at his knuckles with
his forefinger extended along his chiseled cheek.
She drew in a breath at the bored expression on his arrestingly beautiful face, that expression running
deep into his dark blue eyes.

He did not look annoyed, upset, or distracted, as news of his father acquiring then disposing of another
wife in a matter of months might make him.
He didn’t look anything, certainly not like he was in a room where sweet and dirty sex acts were being
performed at his command by the slaves he’d chosen for the evening.
He looked like he was in a meeting that he couldn’t wait to get out of.
Then suddenly, his gaze came to her.
He didn’t move, didn’t lift his head, just swept his eyes straight to her, not like he’d noticed her standing
there, like he’d sensed she was there.
His expression didn’t change. Neither did his position.
He stared her right in the eyes, pinning her to the spot, giving her nothing except his regard.
She wanted to scream, Why? Why do you look at me like that? Why can’t you give me something?
Anything?
She didn’t do that.
Of course not.
She accepted the only challenge he gave her and stared straight at him in return for as long as she could
stand it.
And Sixx could stand a lot, so this lasted a long time, perhaps full minutes, before, as ever (and as ever
wanting to kick her own ass), she broke the contact and walked slowly, and as casually as she could fake
it, away.
Once out of sight of Stellan, she didn’t mess around going to the Dom Lounge.
There were cameras in there too, but she’d given herself a reason to return there after she had a drink
in the hunting ground. This being so she could collect what she’d put there a week ago and be done with
the job she was on so she could then collect the paycheck.
She did just this, going directly to her locker and grabbing the small, boxy, black python Alexander
McQueen clutch with its four finger loops topped with various skulls or roses. A clutch she’d placed
there after she’d arrived rather than giving it to reception, which was what most of the Dommes did.
Inside was a slim, business-card- sized wallet with her credit card, ID and a few banknotes, her phone,
another phone that was hers-but- also-not, her lip liner and lipstick, her fabulous vintage compact with
mother-of- pearl inlaid in black depicting cranes flying across a yellow moon, her Cayenne keyfob and
nothing else.
With her back to the camera, she grabbed a random vibrator she had in her locker, twisted off the
bottom where you’d put batteries, upended the flash drive she’d hidden there, and slid it in the lining of
the clutch that she’d jimmied so she could open it, hide things behind it, and then press it back in place
where it held.
She then went to the mirror.

At first, she didn’t look at herself, but instead used it to take in the plush surroundings of the Dominants’
Lounge.
Deep-seated, purple-velvet banquettes spanned the walls. They were covered in red-and silver-velvet
toss pillows. The patterned silver wallpaper behind them was bottom-lit with soft light.
There were attractive steel tables with scented candles glowing on top of them.
The lockers were made of the same steel as the tables and looked like a bank of cabinets with a variety
of digital locks, not lockers.
The gleaming black basins had no faucets, just wide, lush waterfalls that activated by motion. There
were no paper towels, instead thick, soft, purple, red or silver hand towels and washcloths.
There were showers around the side, as well as a Jacuzzi tub, a steam room and a sauna.
Available for use was anything you could need. Disposable razors (for men and women) and shaving
cream, aftershave, a variety of colognes and perfumes, hairspray, lotions, oils, deodorants, tampons,
condoms, face moisturizer, bath soap and scrub, shampoo and conditioner.
Submissives were specifically disallowed there. The lounge was for downtime and Dom time outside any
scene. If a sub needed to be cared for or it was part of the scene, you requested a room that had those
amenities, and the Dom took care of that.
And Sixx longed to stretch out on those banquettes and close her eyes to the D. L. & Co. candles that
smelled like vanilla, balsam and pepper, soothing and spicy, so very Aryas. So very the Honey.
God, she loved it there. It was like her home. It was the only place, outside being on a job, where she
could be …
What?
Not herself. She played a role there. No one knew who she was. Not really. (Except Aryas, or at least he
knew more than everyone else.) Not even people she called friends.
So why did she love it there so much?
And why was her heart hurting that she wasn’t getting out of it what she needed anymore?
She looked at herself in the mirror.
“Because it’s safe,” she whispered to her reflection.
That was it.
And now it no longer felt as safe.
Because Stellan was there, and wanting him and not having him—but more, knowing she should never
expose him to what it would mean to have her … hurt.
That didn’t make sense either. She’d wanted a lot in life.
And never got it.

But Stellan was different.
Stellan was …
Sixx shook off her thoughts and took herself in through the mirror.
She couldn’t see the black pumps or her long legs she’d sleeked not only by giving them a close shave all
the way up to her pubis but also with a subtle oil that made them shine.
What she could see was the black leather micro-mini that sat tight on her hips, cupped her ass and had a
wide black belt with a bold silver buckle.
Up top she wore a white leather modified camisole that had a deep plunging neckline that went to her
midriff and spread wide at the sides, showing the inside curves of her smallish breasts. The straps were
very thin. There was a tight band across her ribs. It was cropped but not by much, showing only a hint of
flesh at her belly between camisole and skirt, depending on how she moved.
Her hair was short, clipped in a graduated bob at the nape of her neck, the champagne highlights in her
dark cinnamon hair looking (she thought) great in the sweeping, long bangs that fell well past her eye,
the sides of her hair hanging below her jaw, all the ends in messy flips.
She had to style it, which was a minus. But it was short so it didn’t take long, and it had a sex-bomb vibe,
so that was a definite plus.
She looked into her wide, brown eyes and wondered, What next?
A weighty question because it wasn’t about what was next for her at the Honey.
But what was next for her with everything.
At Aryas’s appeal (which meant repeated demands), she’d given up “the job.”
Ostensibly.
As far as he knew, Sixx had gone legit, working as the internal investigator for a large local law firm.
However, directly due to Aryas’s interference in some of his other friend’s lives, a need had arisen in
Phoenix when Branch Dillinger stopped doing what he did out there and became the operations
manager for all of the Bee’s Honeys.
Nature abhorred a vacuum.
Cue Sixx stepping in because first, her pay at the law firm was good, if you weren’t used to making a lot
more doing a lot more dangerous shit for a lot more dangerous people. And second, if you were used to
doing a lot more dangerous shit for a lot more dangerous people, as well as used to the adrenaline rush
that got you, it wasn’t an easy habit to break.
So she had a proper job, not a normal one, but one that included a 401K and a bi-weekly paycheck that
gave her insurance benefits.
And on occasion, she moonlit on the side.
Aryas didn’t know.

No one knew (except her friend and sometimes partner, Sylvie Creed, and her husband, Tucker, who she
and Sylvie sometimes had to call in to help. But Sylvie wasn’t in the life Sixx pretended to lead through
her play and relationships at the Honey).
Even if Sixx got off on it, and the cash she accumulated doing it, not to mention the freedom that
offered, she knew she couldn’t do it forever. She had the scars to prove that particular story you told
yourself to stay on the job was a lie.
But what would she have if she stopped?
The kink was getting boring. There were only so many orders you could give that led—perhaps in a
lengthy way, but nonetheless the end was always the same—to someone else’s orgasm.
It had lost its appeal.
Because she wasn’t connecting.
She used to connect.
She used to stay mostly silent, watch, listen, open herself to being acutely aware of every expression or
even twitch of the skin to sense what her sub wanted … then she’d find some elaborate or creative but
always hard-earned way to give it to him.
Now she didn’t even have that.
Anyone could give their own self an orgasm. It was her job as a Dominatrix, regardless if the emotion
wasn’t there, the attention and the respect and the motivation and the deliberation had to be there
to connect. Somehow. Some way.
That was gone.
So what was the point?
To yank herself out of thoughts that were going nowhere, even though her long-lasting lipstick was
doing its job, she still opened her clutch, pulled out the liner and lipstick, refreshed the ruby red, ended
it with a nice coat of clear gloss, and dropped the stuff back in her bag.
She then grabbed her phone—not her actual phone, the other one—before she clicked the clutch closed
and made her way out of the lounge, deciding to have a drink while she dealt with the details of
finishing up her final mission of the evening.
She wandered the halls, doing it avoiding having to walk past Stellan’s room, and hit the hunting ground.
The back corner booth was open, so she went there, flipped open the burner phone in her hand, set it to
silent and then used her thumb in the onerous task of hitting the numbers on the pad repeatedly to get
to the letters she needed to send the short text.
Really, smartphones were a gift from God.
The drop happens tonight.

She tucked the phone by her thigh when a server came, and she decided cool-but- luxe Sixx, Mistress
with the Mostest, was fucking dead.
It was over.
No rep to uphold.
No bullshit to convey.
She was over that too.
She wasn’t going to sip from a glass of wine, withholding any personality, any hint of what made her,
what defined her, that she might convey through the simple matter of ordering her preferred drink.
“Gordon’s cup. Hendrick’s,” she ordered.
“Gotcha,” the server said then moved away.
She looked to the hunting ground and saw subs avoiding her eyes but still preening in view, hoping she
was there to make a selection.
God, she was dried up. Not even a tingle.
The only time she’d felt anything in—Lord, it had been days—was when Stellan’s eyes met hers earlier
through the windows to his playroom.
And those days had been the days since she was last at the Honey and Stellan had turned his attention
to her.
She looked down to her thigh, flipping open the phone to see no return text, and muttered under her
breath, “I’m a fucking mess.”
“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”
Her head snapped up just in time to watch Stellan, back in his suit jacket and definitely out of his
playroom, slide in the booth across from her.
God, he was gorgeous.
But …
What the fuck?
“You were saying?” he prompted.
She flipped the phone shut and tucked it against her thigh so she’d feel it vibrate when the text came in.
“I have something on my mind,” she shared, not knowing what to make of this, him in the booth
opposite her, making an approach, sitting there looking magnificent but still inaccessible, speaking
directly to her with only her there to speak to.
“And that would be?” he asked.
“It’s work,” she told him.

“Ah,” he murmured, glancing to the side and looking up when the server set her drink in front of her. An
action he oddly watched with what appeared to be rather avid fascination as the old-fashioned glass
came to rest on the burgundy cocktail napkin. “Scotch, please,” he ordered before the guy could ask.
“On it,” the server said and moved away.
Stellan didn’t watch him go and it took a good deal, Sixx didn’t look away when Stellan’s attention came
back to her.
“Not in the mood tonight?” he queried.
She shook her head, lifted her drink, and took a sip.
When she put it down, she verbalized that same response. “No.”
“Hmm,” he murmured, and there it was.
God.
There it was.
That “hmm” was almost like a purr, and that purr snaked right up her pussy, an area that instantly got
wet.
“You’re finished early,” she noted.
He gave a one shoulder shrug that managed to be masculine and elegant at the same time, something
only Stellan could pull off.
“I thought I’d try something new.”
“And?” she asked.
“It wasn’t as successful as I’d hoped.”
“Too bad,” she murmured, taking another sip of her drink.
“Is it?” he returned, and her gaze lifted to his, because he’d asked a question but mostly because that
question was strange.
“For you, and them, of course it is,” she replied.
“They got a good deal out of it, I assume, unless she faked it, which is doubtful. He, however, couldn’t
fake it as the evidence he left was physical.”
Perhaps she shouldn’t have left so soon. It would undoubtedly have been interesting to watch Stellan
orchestrate something like that.
“Unusual for you to choose a male,” she remarked.
He turned his head to the hunting ground and remarked, “An experiment I’m unlikely to repeat.”
She gave it some time, and this was mostly because she was arrested in the act of taking in the beauty
of his profile. The cut line of his strong jaw. The angle of his cheekbone. The shadowed hollow under it.

The fine lines that fanned from the corner of his eye. The straight slope of his nose. And, Lord God …
that remarkable swell of his lower lip.
When she realized another second and she’d start squirming in the booth, she spoke.
“It might be more enjoyable if you went hands on,” she suggested.
He looked back to her and more wet surged between her legs at the expression on his face and what
was emanating from his eyes.
“If I fancy ass, it comes with breasts and a vagina or not at all.”
Sixx would take him up her ass, deep, hard, fast, soft, slow, gentle, any way he liked it.
She’d beg him for that.
On that thought, her salivary glands went into overdrive, and she lifted her drink, tipping it to him in
salute, before she brought it to her mouth but didn’t take a drink.
“Too bad,” she murmured.
Then she sipped.
His lips, including that luscious bottom one, curled up slightly at the ends.
“Mistress Sixx,” he said softly. “If she had it her way, they’d be lined up by the score and fucked raw,
climaxing at her command at the tip of her whip.”
She stared at him, her stomach feeling like it was cramping, but her voice sounded even when she
asked, “You say that like there’s something wrong with it.”
“Of course there isn’t,” he drawled, totally and openly lying.
I’d make you like it, she said in her head. I’d make you beg for it. I’d break my back, sell my soul, do
anything I’d need to do to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before, tying you to me,
connecting you to me, making you never want to leave.
He held her gaze, his face arrogant and knowing.
Or I’d give it to you, her mind whispered. Anything you wanted, anything you’d want to do to me to give
you what you needed in a way that need could never be eased and you’d always come back for more.
He kept holding her gaze, but in the dim light of the bar of the Bee’s Honey, she could swear she saw
something in his expression grow soft, like he could read her thoughts.
Before she could get a lock on it, or better, turn from him so he couldn’t read anything further, for once
he looked away first, but only because the server was there, placing his lowball of Scotch over ice in
front of him.
Sixx picked up her drink, looked to the hunting ground, and took a healthy sip.
“Are you staying?”
Stellan’s question brought her attention again to him.

She put her drink down and asked, “Pardon?”
“In Phoenix,” he explained. “I know you travel for work and it takes you away for long periods of time.
But this time, you’ve been back for a while, so it seems like you’re staying.”
She had been intending to stay.
Now she didn’t know.
“For a while,” she replied.
He nodded, sipping his drink, and then stated, “I’ve been meaning to invite you, simply haven’t had the
chance. But I’m having a party next weekend. We’ve hit June, and the weather hasn’t yet started baking.
I’m taking advantage. We’ll start with a pool party, then everyone can change and we’ll move in for
dinner. I’d be delighted if you’d come.”
She hid her reaction to that by throwing back more gin.
“Leigh and Olly will be there,” Stellan went on, back to his gaze set unwavering on her. “Mira and Trey.
Felicia’s bringing a couple of her toys. Penn and Shane will be there. Victor has a new slave he’s enjoying
so he’s bringing her. In other words, it’s a play party, just to make that clear. Though, depending on how
it goes, we’ll make things more sociable and less structured for dinner. That will be up to the Dom.”
When he hesitated, she nodded, indicating she’d heard and taken this in, and he kept speaking.
“Belle’s bringing Tiffany. Talia is bringing Bryan. Aryas will be out of town, as will Evangeline’s partner,
but Evangeline will be there in her usual capacity. Observation only.”
It was an unwritten rule when referring to the Honey’s Domme Evangeline’s “partner”—who was really
her boyfriend who was essentially living with her—at least in the confines of the walls of the club,
people did not use his name.
But he was Branch Dillinger. Her partner. Her boyfriend. Her sub. But he was also the Honey’s new top
guy, since Aryas had taken a step back from operations in order to focus on opening his new club in
Tahoe, and he needed someone he could trust to pick up the reins.
And if Branch played it that way, wishing things to be private, he got it that way, and would even if the
man couldn’t probably snap your neck with his bare hands then walk away and not give that kill a
second thought.
It was just the life and everyone obeyed that rule.
Though the threat of having your neck snapped worked too.
Sixx was just relieved Evangeline was back, not to mention ecstatic she had a man in her life like Branch.
Especially after what was done to her to make her take a prolonged break, all of this happening when
Sixx was away.
It was good it happened when she was away. If she was close, retaliation would have been much
different than what Aryas had ordered, and even much different than the vastly more thorough way in
which Branch had handled it.

But it was handled. So at Aryas’s firm request, she’d let it be.
She was relieved and ecstatic for Leenie … and also jealous.
Jealous because she wondered what it would feel like to have a miracle happen after the world as you
knew it turned to complete shit and then one day … you might not be healed, but you were again whole.
“And if you like, I’ll have a couple of male slaves available for your use. Fresh meat. I know a few who’d
volunteer that I’m sure you’d like,” Stellan continued.
And that stomach cramp got worse.
He’d provide her “a few volunteers.”
Thoughtful.
And damned disappointing.
She wondered who he’d have there.
And how many.
“I’ll think about it,” she told him.
“Please do,” he said before taking another sip of his Scotch.
She followed suit with her gin, practically willing her phone to vibrate against her leg to give her a
reason to get away from him.
Stellan spoke again.
“So you’re not in the mood, will you allow me to offer you something that might strike a different
mood? One I’d wager you’d enjoy a great deal.”
At this proposal that came out of nowhere, Sixx almost choked on her gin.
But of course she didn’t, and again her voice was clear and cool when she asked, “What’s that?”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid it has to be a surprise. But I will say it will be a surprise you’ll like. I also
have to say, you shouldn’t wait to make your decision or things will culminate and we’ll miss our
chance.”
Things will culminate?
Oh no.
She was intrigued.
Damn it!
“Can you give me a hint?” she pressed.
He made a tsking noise that she felt tap against her clit, and as was his usual, he didn’t lose contact with
her gaze.

But he wasn’t looking aloof anymore.
This was both an invitation and a challenge.
She just didn’t know to what.
And with Stellan—this sudden Stellan who was vastly different than the Stellan she’d been getting (or
not, as the case was) for the last too-many- months—she wasn’t sure how to handle it.
“Don’t disappoint me, Sixx,” he said quietly. “The Honey’s Ice Princess, cool and composed in every
situation, shying away from an adventure?”
“I simply need to know how long it would take,” she lied. “I have something I need to do tonight,” she
didn’t lie.
“As soon as you need to go, I’ll bring you back.”
He’d bring her back?
He was going to take her somewhere?
“What’s it going to be, Sixx?” he pushed. “In truth, I should have asked you the minute I joined you in
this booth. We risk missing the grand finale the longer we wait.”
“Stellan—” she started, wondering how to get out of it at the same time how not to appear like she was
jumping on it by accepting too quickly.
She needed time to assess this change, plan, strategize, prepare, fashion a brand-new Sixx. One who
could deal with the likes of Stellan Lange and come out the other side of whatever became of whatever
was happening unscathed.
And more importantly, make certain he did.
Or time to find a place to hide. Or escape, her mind taunted. Coward.
“I’ve bought you a present,” he shocked her by announcing. “I did this some time ago. I’ve been wishing
to give it to you but haven’t had the opportunity. Now’s the opportunity.” The movement was almost
not there, but yet it was when he leaned slightly her way and warned in a low voice, “Don’t waste it.”
Again, eye contact, unrelenting.
Challenge.
Invitation.
Finally.
And a gift?
She lifted her drink, took another healthy swallow, put it on the table and then dropped her hand to her
thigh to curl her fingers around the phone there while grabbing her clutch off the table with her other
hand.
She looked back to him and said, “Let’s go.”

When she did, all vestiges of her stomach cramps disappeared.
Because when she said that, Stellan Lange smiled a wicked, roguish, beautiful smile.
Right at her.

Copyright © 2018 by Kristen Ashley in The Greatest Risk and reprinted with permission from St. Martin’s
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What he was about to do seemed crazy. He just needed to hear Sophie say nothing sexual had ever happened between them. Then he could chalk up those images as pure fantasy.

He pulled into a space, threw the gear in park, and got out. Sophie’s shocked expression alone would whip him down to size. Guilt over dreaming of her naked would replace his attraction to her. That’s exactly what he needed. A heaping pile of remorse.

Signs with numbers and arrows led him through the maze of duplexes in the courtyard. In the past, he’d followed her from work after a long night to make sure she’d made it safely home, but he’d never actually gone to her apartment before. King located the right door and rapped on it. Not that he had a good reason now.

A porch light flickered on above him. He heard movement inside. What if Sophie’s roommate answered? He’d forgotten about her. Shit. What was his excuse? A lost phone number. Problems accessing the presentation from his computer.

Sophie opened the door. Devoid of makeup, hair swept back into a ponytail, and dressed in a faded green tee and jean shorts, she radiated uncomplicated beauty. “King? What are you doing here?”

He barely squashed the need to take her in his arms and went inside. “We have to talk. Is your roommate here?”

“No. Robin’s at work.” She closed the door. “Why? What’s going on?”

“When were we together?”

“Yesterday. Don’t you remember?” The genuine concern in her expression made him feel like a cross between a jerk for thinking of her sexually and a man struggling to prove his sanity.

“No. I mean yes.” He raked his hair and pulled so hard his scalp stung. “When did we sleep together?” Shock. Laughter. An emphatic denial. He braced for them.

Sophie paled. She shrugged and brushed her bangs from her forehead. Her tell. She planned to deny what happened.

No way in hell was she getting away with that. “How long ago was it? Weeks? Days? Why didn’t you tell me?”

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I enjoyed reading Forget You by Nina Crespo. Sophie Jordan is Nicolas’s (AKA King) right hand woman. Always unattainable, King becomes attainable once the two hit a gala together and the flames ignite between them. This is when it gets good because the attraction between the two are definitely there even when Sophie tries to keep him at distant. I also like that King doesn’t just fall in love right away with Sophie. It is a bit refreshing as a romance reader. I was surprised as well when reading because it was not so predictable in the beginning.

One thing that I liked about Forget Youis that Sophie falls for King not once but twice. I think this has the potential to be a fun series to read and enjoy. King has a brother that I am dying to read about.

 

 

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Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions—the beach, kickboxing, a good glass of wine, and dancing. Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a “borrowing spree” in her older sister’s bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel. Curiosity about people and places, including what’s beyond the stars, fuels her writer’s imagination. Indulge in her sensual contemporary stories and steamy paranormal tales to feed your own addiction for love, romance, and happily ever after.

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For the Love of Luca by Soraya Noami…Release Day Blitz & Review

 

Title: For the Love of Luca
Series: Chicago Syndicate #8
Author: Soraya Naomi
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 17, 2018
Blurb
A standalone in series. Although part of the Chicago Syndicate
world, For the Love of Luca is a standalone and can be enjoyed either with or
without reading the rest of the series.
I’m a man who has it all: power, love, and wealth.
I’m a man who always needs to be in control.
I’m a husband.
I’m a murderer.
I’m the underboss of the Chicagoan mafia.
I keep the world that Fallon and I have created in our home
safe, and I’d sacrifice anything or anyone to protect the woman I love and my
high ranking position without an ounce of remorse.
Until my worst nightmare comes true and I lose control over
my home and myself, posing a challenge neither Fallon nor I ever anticipated.
And I fear that being a good husband and being a good
Mafioso might get one of us killed.
A standalone novel from the Chicago Syndicate world.

 

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Another smashing hit for Soraya in her Chicago Syndicate series!

For the Love of Luca may be book number eight in this series and it may feature the couple in her very first book, but you do not need to read any of the previous books in this series to understand everything going on in this book. Now, will this book make you want to go back and read the previous books, most definitely yes.

I can’t applaud and shout to the rooftops how much I love Soraya and her mafia series. She is one my favorite authors when it comes to mafia series – she knows how to mix the suspense, action and romance perfectly without losing any aspects to the story. She intertwines everything so perfectly and delivers one hell of a story.

For the Love of Luca felt like the perfect follow up for those of us who have read about Luca and Fallon in the previous books. For those who haven’t, it’s the perfect book to see a strong relationship in the mafia world can grow so much.

Fallon is no longer this meek and fragile woman. She has learned what her husband’s role is, even though he had done his best to protect her from most of it. But any woman standing along side a mafia man, needs to be able to hold her own too. And Fallon proves that she is cable, even when Luca still wans to protect her from ugliness of their world.

Luca is a man who doesn’t like not having control. And that constant need to have control, blinds him from seeing how confident and stronger Fallon has become. His need to not only protect his family within the mafia, but Fallon and their kids causes him to lose sight of things and inevitably throwing things into the shit storm they find themselves in.

As with all her books, Soraya gives us everything in her books. I can never put one of her books down once I start them. I feel like I am revisiting a long lost family, a lethal family, but a family none the less that I love revisiting them with every book she writes. I can’t wait for the next book in this series, because well, I can never grow tired of this series!!

 

 

 

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Soraya Naomi writes provocative novels with a sinfully
seductive blend of romance, suspense & men who love hard and at all costs.
Apart from indulging in chocolate pastries much too often,
Soraya Naomi is also an avid reader. She has a passionate obsession with the
written word and reads many genres but favors intense, seductive, and
provocative novels where the male character loves fiercely, without remorse or
boundaries. She adores Dark Romances, Romantic Suspense, Historical Romances,
New Adult, and PNR.
Her debut novel For Fallon (Chicago Syndicate, #1) was
released on July 26, 2014. She’s honored that For Fallon won “Best Breakout
Novel 2014” in the Novel Grounds Semi Annual Literary Awards.
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One Wild Night by A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea…Release Day Blitz & Review

One Wild Night

A flirty, sexy contemporary romance from bestselling authors, A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea . . .

“A fun, flirty, and fire-hot, feel-good romance” –Karen, Bookalicious Babes
It’s here!!!!!! ONE WILD NIGHT is LIVE!
It’s fun.
It’s flirty.
It’s sexy.
And yep, it’ll still give you the feels!
I had an absolute blast writing this collaboration with one of my very best friends, Rebecca Shea, and we’re so proud to bring it to you. It’s a departure from what we typically write, but there is something about it that just hit the spot 😉
I hope you love Paxton and Kaylee’s super fun, sexy story <3
xoxo – Amy

Blurb:

A flirty, sexy contemporary romance from bestselling authors, A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea . . .
Kaylee Rose Burton, kindergarten teacher, has never been a believer in fantasies.
Living in L.A. her entire life, she knows the glitz and glam of Hollywood is just an illusion.
That is until she stumbles head first into the arms of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor.
It was just another day for Paxton Myles on the red carpet until the blue-eyed beauty literally stumbles at his feet.
A single glimpse in her innocent eyes and he knows he has to have her.
After one night of unbridled passion, Kaylee slips away to live her quite life, but the paparazzi has other ideas.
When Kaylee’s world comes crashing down, can Paxton convince her that their one wild night could turn into forever?

One Wild Night is a fun, quick read from two of my favorite authors. I enjoy reading works from both of these authors so I had no doubt that I would enjoy a book written by both of them.

The blurb pretty much sets the tone for this book. Kaylee and Pax are live in two different realms of normal day to day life. But watching their worlds collide was pretty entertaining to watch.

Kaylee was very level-headed for what she was getting into, but had her moments when she got caught up in everything. Pax himself was very strong in his stance and refused to let Kaylee doubt anything.

As everyone knows, I am not one for insta-love romances so yes, while I had hard time believing this was love more than just insta-lust, I still enjoyed the story as a whole.

I look forward to more from these two authors in this series.

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Intrepid by Keri Lake.. Blog Tour & Review

Today we have the blog tour for Keri Lake’s INTREPID. We are so excited to share this new release with you! Grab your copy today!

Title: Intrepid

Author: Keri Lake

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Intrepid:

In the corner house of an empty street, there is a boy inside a box. In that boy, there lives a secret, one so dark, it’s sealed with locks.

Nearly ten years have passed since the night I was captured. Tricked and betrayed, I suffered the hours of brutal torment with death’s cold whisper across my skin. And when the nameless faces that haunted my nightmares took everything and everyone I loved, I feared I’d never be free of the darkness.

But that’s the thing about fear. Over time, it breeds anger, and when anger fills the box, vengeance bleeds out.

It’s been almost a decade since I escaped their hell, staying in the shadows, hiding my demons, and God help them now that I’ve tasted retribution and crave more of it.

Blood is the price for pain, and I vow to take everything and everyone they love. I’m no longer a frightened boy, but the intrepid vigilante, a ruthless executioner, who will stop at nothing to punish the depraved few that stole my life and walked free.

The plan is perfect, except for her. The one woman I’m forbidden to have, whose soothing touch settles my fractured mind. My angel of mercy sent to silence the voices. Yet, not even she can save me from the black void wherein my skeletons lie buried beneath the truth. Because in order to feed my thirst for revenge, I have to destroy the very thing that gives me purpose.

Tooth for a tooth, heart for a heart.

 

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YES! YES! YES! YES! Everyone needs Keri Lake and her brilliant books in their reading repertoire. There are no words out there to explain the awesomeness that is Keri and her books. Keri has once again, blown me away.

Intrepid is listed as a contemporary romance because it has the components of it, but for me it’s also along the lines of dark, suspenseful romance. And I love it! This is where Keri shines – she’s my go-to for this genre and what I compare a lot of other books to. This book isn’t nearly as gritty, raw and gruesome as some of her others, but it’s still just as damn good.

“I was already on God’s shit list, so why not sweeten the ride to hell?”

Ty is a paradox, an enigma that has you questioning some of his actions but at the same time, you totally understand his reasoning. He has this passion for danger and an allure that draws the women to him; plus he’s not too bad on the eyes either. He’s conflicted over Sera and does this push and pull with her that adds to the hype in this book.

Sera doesn’t fit the mold that everyone expects of her – your typical high-class, mousy little girl with Daddy Warbucks as her father. She’s hellraiser with her spitfire attitude. She’s seen the dark side too many times and it’s left marks on her – both emotional and physical. The walls she has put up she never intended for anyone to get through, that is until she finds herself reluctant to to stay away from Ty.

“Like light and dark, fire and water, the moon and the sun trying to come together. We didn’t mix.”

The attraction between Sera and Ty is off the charts even if isn’t the most healthy. It is real and raw and in their world, that’s the closest to honesty they’ve ever had. You find yourself understanding their need to ignite this small kindling into a firestorm because sometimes that best thing is the wrong thing.

“This is about me tormenting you. Showing you how it feels wanting to grab onto something, all the while knowing your hands are tied.”

Keri delivers another gritty and passionate story filled with scenes that will leave you questioning your sanity and others that will leave you breathless. There is no black and white in this world, there is only justice. And sometimes justice is delivered in the most horrific of ways.

“Hope’s a fickle bitch sometimes. Personally, I’ve never been much of a fan. But fate? Now, she’s the real deal.”

Keri is a brilliant mastermind with her writing; her talent is unlike any other I have read before. Keri is the epitome of a dark and suspenseful romance author and Intrepid is just one of the many books that showcases her vivid and remarkable talent.

At the end of this book is a bonus scene featuring the characters from Ricochet, Aubree and Nick which I absolutely loved!!! So if you haven’t read that yet, go read it afterward this one and the come back and read the bonus content!

 

 

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About Keri Lake:

Keri Lake is a dark romance writer who specializes in demon wrangling, vengeance dealing and wicked twists. Her stories are gritty, with antiheroes that walk the line of good and bad, and feisty heroines who bring them to their knees. When not penning books, she enjoys spending time with her husband, daughters, and their rebellious Labrador (who doesn’t retrieve a damn thing). She runs on strong coffee and alternative music, loves a good red wine, and has a slight addiction to dark chocolate.

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Release Day Blitz…My Unexpected Love by Heidi McLaughlin

Title: My Unexpected Love (The Beaumont Series: Next Generation #2)
Author: Heidi McLaughlin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 12, 2018
Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen Okay Creations.
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

Ben Miller met the love of his life the day he crossed paths with Elle James in their high school cafeteria. New to Beaumont, he took a chance when he approached her. Their first encounter was everything his mother ever read to him about fairy tales. He saw the girl who would be his forever.

From the moment Elle James met Ben Miller they’ve been best friends. Everything they did, they did it together, from late night study sessions, family vacations, throwing bottles off the water tower, going to prom and finally moving to California for college.

However, after the almost tragic accident where she nearly lost her twin sister, Elle’s life hasn’t been the same, and neither has her relationship with Ben.

One fateful decision changes the scope of Ben and Elle’s relationship. For one, it means a new beginning. For the other, it means change.

 

 

 

Heidi McLaughlin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of The Beaumont Series, The Boys of Summer, and The Archers.
Originally, from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, JiLL and her brother, Racicot.
When she’s isn’t writing one of the many stories planned for release, you’ll find her sitting court-side during either daughter’s basketball games.
Heidi’s first novel, Forever My Girl, has been adapted into a motion picture with LD Entertainment and Roadside Attractions, starring Alex Roe and Jessica Roth, in theaters January 19, 2018.
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