Review – Theirs To Take  by laura Kaye



 

4.5 stars
I have been a huge fan of the blasphemy series since the beginning. This book was so much different than the rest of the books  in the series. It was a little lighter on the BDSM side and more emotional. 
I loved how Hartley, Cruz , and Jonathan started their relationship and it built quickly while they we’re closely working on Hartley’s boat even though they had no  time for extra jobs. Jonathan just had an instant connection with her. When Cruz met her,  he felt it too.  
The other catch to the story is that Jonathan and Cruz were  best friends for 20 years and both had a desire for the other that they we’re both keeping under wraps for fear that that it would ruin their relationship. 
Overall,  another great read from Laura  and the Blasphemy series. I highly recommend. BTW it gets a 10 for heat factor!


Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…

 

12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life.
Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…

 

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About THEIRS TO TAKE (Blasphemy #4, 9/26/17):

 

12 Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…

 

She’s the fantasy they’ve always wanted to share…

Best friends Jonathan Allen and Cruz Ramos share almost everything—a history in the Navy, their sailboat building and restoration business, and the desire to dominate a woman together, which they do at Baltimore’s exclusive club, Blasphemy. Now if they could find someone who wants to play for keeps…

All Hartley Farren has in the world is the charter sailing business she inherited from her beloved father. So when a storm damages her boat, she throws herself on the mercy of business acquaintances to do the repairs—stat. She never expected to find herself desiring the sexy, hard-bodied builders, but being around Jonathan and Cruz reminds Hartley of how much she longs for connection. If only she could decide which man she wants to pursue more…

As their attraction flashes hot, Jonathan and Cruz determine to have Hartley for their own. But the men’s erotic world is new and overwhelming, and Hartley’s unsure if she could really submit to being both of theirs to take…forever.

 


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Theirs to Take #4 (9/26/17)

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I’m thrilled to be celebrating the release of my super hot and emotional Theirs to Take, the next erotic standalone romance in my Blasphemy series, about the twelve Masters who run and play at Baltimore’s most exclusive club. Theirs to Take is a sexy menage about what happens when two prior navy best friends and business partners meet a woman who makes them admit to desires they’ve never before voice. I think you’re going to love Jonathan and Cruz! I know I adored writing them! Even more fun, there are characters and scenes in Theirs to Take that cross over with the amazing Jennifer Probst’s brand new Reveal Me – and the best part is that both are standalones so you can dive right in!

Now, read in for a taste of Theirs to Take…

Hartley woke up to the image of Jonathan’s handsome face mere inches from her own. She smiled, because in the peace of sleep, he appeared younger, and she could almost imagine him at eighteen, tanned with sun-streaked hair, racing into the waves, a board under his arm.

But she didn’t want the boy he’d been. She wanted the man he was now. She peered up over Cruz’s ridged stomach at his ruggedly handsome face and the tribal black ink running down his upper arms. Yeah, she wanted the men that both of them were. Sailors, veterans, builders, friends. Men so confident in their sexuality that they could share a woman with another man.

At least, she wanted to explore this thing between them. It wasn’t just that the sex had been amazing—which it had—it was that they’d made her feel so damn special. More than that, they’d made her feel a part of something bigger than herself. For the first time in so long.

And that feeling combined with being surrounded by all this sexy, hard flesh had arousal stirring in her blood again. It was like that dream she’d had, only better. Because this was real.

She shifted, and Jonathan’s eyes blinked open. One side of his mouth lifted in a little smile. “Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey,” she whispered back. Mentally, she debated, and then she decided to follow Scarlett’s advice once more. Just go for it. “Tell me…tell me to do something.”

He arched a brow, heat chasing the lazy sleepiness from his gaze. “You need us again.”

It wasn’t a question, which made his words about a million times hotter. He understood what she was asking him. “Yes,” she said.

“Then suck Cruz’s cock,” he whispered.

The command made her pussy clench with need. Wanting to wake Cruz up with her mouth, not movement, she shifted as gingerly as she could. And then she took his cock into her mouth and tongued and sucked him until he grew against her tongue.

“Eyes on me,” Jonathan said. She complied readily, hungrily. “That’s it. Make him hard.” His hand stroked the back of her hair, each stroke a little more firm than the last. As if to let her know that he could hold her down on that cock at any time.

Annnd that thought had her suddenly wet between her legs.

“Fuck,” Cruz rasped, stirring beneath her. His hand fell against her head, too.

A moan spilled from her. She loved the feeling of both of them guiding her mouth.

“She likes our hands in her hair, Cruz,” Jonathan said, eyes locked on hers. “Don’t you?” She nodded as much as she could with her mouth full.

Now Cruz was the one groaning, and Hartley couldn’t help but thrust her hips against the bed.

“God, I want to fuck her mouth, Jonathan.”

“Would you like that, Hartley?” A fist in her hair, he urged her head up. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” she said, wound incredibly tight from just a few moments of their dominance. “I would love that.”

“Then tell him. Tell Cruz to fuck your mouth.” Jonathan’s stare was dark fire.

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books in contemporary and erotic romance and romantic suspense, including the Blasphemy, Hard Ink, and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. Laura also writes historical fiction as the NYT bestselling author, Laura Kamoie. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

 

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Review  – Break of Day by Andie Christopher 



This book was everything I hoped for and more.  Two strangers running from their problems,  run right into each other.  They don’t want to like each other,  but fate inevitably had other plans. 
They fight the pull but lose completely. They decide maybe this unexpected twist of fate is worth the fun they could have since its only temporary. It gets hot and steamy,  angsty,  and will ultimately fill your heart to bursting. 

When they head their separate ways,  they have to question what the right decision is because like it or not,  they have a baby on the way.  You will be on the edge of your seat til the end. 

Title: Break of Day

Author: Andie J. Christopher

Series: One Night in South Beach #2

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: Sept 12, 2017

Length: 62,000 words

Blurb:
One Mistake

Carla Hernandez needs to drop off the glamorous Miami grid. Her aunt’s house in Havana seems the perfect place to get over being dumped by her fiancé—and figure out why she keeps messing up her life. But photojournalist Jonah Kane’s unexpected presence is one sizzling mistake she’s hungry to make.  

 

 One Temptation

Jonah thought his favorite Cuban refuge would help him get some badly-needed peace. Still, he’s ridden out way worse than the tropical storm trapping him with Carla. And he’s going to handle this spoiled little princess on his own dominant, seductive terms just until the storm is over. Too bad this sexy wild card only makes him only want more. And more . . .

 

No Restraints 

Now Carla’s back home—but not quite alone. When her baby is born, she’s going to raise it on her own, no matter how much she still burns for Jonah. But Jonah can’t get over her irrepressible spirit or the passion they shared. And trying to walk away is only making things too hot to resist . . .

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Carla’s skin was melting. Her cotton romper clung to her melty mess of a body in the heat of August in Cuba. Rivers of mascara ran down her face, and she would shank someone for an afternoon in air-conditioning with a stack of fashion magazines.

I just thought being with a redheaded Cuban girl would be more exciting.

Her ex-fiancé’s words echoed in her head for the millionth time since he dumped her and asked for the ring back. She hadn’t thought an accountant’s wife needed to be exciting, but what the fuck did she know about anything anymore?

She smiled at the driver, probably a guy from Tia Lola’s street. He’d picked her up at the airport to bring her to the family home. Lola’s house was a couple of blocks off the stately, crumbling facades along the Malecón. When he’d put her bag in the trunk, she’d tipped him with American money; she’d seen her father do it the last time they’d visited. She clutched her shoulder bag, remembering exactly how much money she had in there. She didn’t usually carry around thousands of dollars in cash.

When the car had pulled up to her aunt’s house, she tried to give the driver more money. In a few words of rapid Spanish, he refused her and smiled. She grabbed her suitcase out of the trunk, took a deep breath, and walked up to the door.

Even though the exterior needed a whole mess of masonry work, the colonial mansion was still impressive. Carla wasn’t sure how it had stayed in the family. She knew that her father’s aunt ran a casa particulare. She rented out some of the bedrooms to tourists for more money than anyone in Cuba could afford, but she wasn’t sure how that was enough to keep the place up—especially since Americans hadn’t been able to come here for fun for almost half a century.

That was changing, and Carla was here to help turn her aunt’s house into a boutique hotel so that her tia could retire and so that her family’s home could sustain itself.

When she knocked, she was expecting her sixty-something-year-old great aunt to open the massive, carved, wooden door. Instead, a giant stood on the threshold. A bare-chested giant with biceps the size of her head. Her mouth popped open—and went dry to be perfectly honest. She made the mistake of looking down, hoping for more clothing. What she found were thighs, just massive thighs, encased in black boxer briefs.

She was going to find her words, eventually. Right now, she just needed a minute. Her clothes felt even stickier on her body, her makeup more melty, and before she humiliated herself by muttering something like thiiiighs, she looked up at his face. That didn’t make the humidity situation with respect to her panties any better because he had the most perfect face. And the most perfect smirk to go with the most perfect face she’d ever seen. And to go along with the perfect brown skin and the—gah—muscles. The only thing not perfect about him was the scar that bisected one of his dark eyebrows and the furrow between said eyebrows.

“Seen enough, princess?” The giant’s voice resonated to her very marrow, and she nearly shivered with the desire to climb him like a tree. She barely registered that he spoke English with an American accent. She didn’t even take exception to the fact that he’d called her “princess.” That should hit a sore spot, but she wasn’t about to let it. Now that she was single, she needed to store this kind of thing up for her spank-bank.

But she knew it was probably better if she said something sooner or later. Before that drool started from the corner of her mouth and after memorizing the pattern of his chest hair. “Who are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” He reared back a bit and seemed to pull air with him. That’s the only way she could explain following him into the foyer, pushing past his big body without spending too much time trying to cop a feel. Indeed, who the fuck was she, trying to cop a feel of an angry giant? It might be time to admit that she was beyond needing spank-bank material and right in the neighborhood of need-to-get-laid-right-now.

“Where’s Tia Lola?”

“You mean Señora Hernandez?”

“Do you ever answer questions without questions?”

“Only when I get my questions answered, princess.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Answer my questions.”

She’d had about enough of his bullshit, but she surmised that the best way to get her questions answered was to give him what he wanted. “Okay. No, I haven’t seen enough because I’ve been sleeping with the same guy for three years, and he doesn’t look nearly as good as you in boxer briefs. Or at least he didn’t before he dumped me.” It felt so good to say exactly what was on her mind. With Geoff, she’d always had to watch her words. She took a breath, and continued while he still looked taken aback. “I’m Carla Hernandez. Lola Hernandez is my father’s aunt. I’m here to bring her—something.” She felt like a drug dealer carrying around this much money, but it was impossible to transfer American money to Lola’s bank account in Cuba.  She didn’t want to say money, because while the giant appeared to be benevolent and had certainly made himself at home here, she couldn’t be sure. “Now, who are you?”

“Jonah Kane.” Of course he had to have a name that sounded like he looked. He appeared to be wearing boulders under his skin. Of course his name would be hard, like rock. “I’m here working on a book, and I’m renting a room here.”

“You’re a writer?” she asked, surprised. “I know some writers have crazy rituals to make sure things get done, but leaving the U.S. just to get away from reliable Internet seems extreme.”

“I’m a photojournalist.”

That piqued her interest, but it seemed past due for him to put his pants on. For one thing, his body was going to give her a heatstroke-related seizure if she was exposed to it any longer. He was so hot it was starting to make her mad. For another thing, she could feel his judgmental glare and didn’t like the way he said princess—it was an insult disguised as an endearment, and she didn’t need that.

“Can you please go put some pants on?”

He leaned one hand on the bannister of the stairway leading to the bedrooms, with a sexy, cocky half-smile on his face. “Why? I thought you were getting a great show?”

Carla wasn’t going to rise to the bait of a jerk like that. She’d grown up with two of them—both her father and brother were a handful—so she just pointed upstairs. “Pants now, unbearable ego later.”

* * * *

Jonah stomped up the stairs, still cranky from his rude awakening. Mrs. Hernandez had told him her niece was coming for a visit. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but it wasn’t the woman who’d showed up at the door.

He’d perked right up when she gave him a slow once over, worrying that he’d have an inconvenient hard-on, one that he couldn’t control, for the first time in years. She wasn’t his usual type. His last girlfriend—if you could call her that—had been a foreign service officer in Kenya. Shannon spoke multiple languages and could handle a bit of rough in the bedroom—hell, she’d loved a bit of rough. Ultimately, the only place they were compatible was in bed, but she was the kind of woman he’d end up with.

Carla Hernandez was a pretty little pixie sprite who reeked of privilege. He wasn’t a big shopper, but it didn’t take a genius to guess that her outfit probably cost more than all the furniture in his New York apartment. She showed up from the U.S. in an all-white little suit thingy—like the kind toddlers wore. If that didn’t say idiotic rich girl, he wasn’t sure what did.

If he’d started in on any of the things he wanted to try with her—pushed her up against the wall and shut up her throaty little cock tease of a voice with his mouth—he’d probably ruin her clothes and maybe crack a rib.

No, the freckled redhead was not his type, but she’d managed to get under his skin in about ten seconds flat, and he hated that. He’d negotiated his way out of getting kidnapped by a terrorist group, and he was having dirty sex fantasies about a woman who would balk at the first hint of a spanking. Maybe he wasn’t being fair, but his gut told him that Carla was trouble, that it would be best to stay away. That pert, upturned nose combined with the deep smoky voice might make her sexy as hell, but he didn’t have time for a regular girl, much less a princess like her. Make him put on pants. He should have dropped his boxer briefs just to see what she’d have done. He smiled at the idea of shocking her.

When he got back downstairs, she was sitting on one of the old, falling-apart chairs in the room that Lola insisted on serving her tea in every afternoon, even though Jonah preferred beer. But, every afternoon he was there. He sat his ass down anyway and drank tea from the chipped service Lola had inherited from her grandmother.

Carla looked fresh and unconcerned as she pressed the cuff of her shorts flat with her fingertip, as if she was ensuring they were still straight. Like a nervous tick. She’d said she was here to give her aunt something, but she hadn’t said what that something was. He’d grown fond of Lola, and he didn’t want anyone taking advantage of her, including her own family.

“What are you really doing here?” His voice was overly harsh, and she jumped. He was usually careful about how he used his voice and his size, which wasn’t necessarily an asset in his line of work. Not many subjects forgot that he was there when he took up so much space.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” She might not see it, but that didn’t matter. He wasn’t about to let any avaricious relatives get at a woman who’d treated him like a son during the months he’d been in Havana. “But, if you must know, I’m here because Lola needs help updating this place.”

Jonah looked around. He could see that, but he still didn’t trust that Carla wasn’t scheming to get this place out from under Lola and ship her great aunt off to some retirement home/purgatory until the woman kicked it. Jonah didn’t trust women with perfectly pleated white shorts or prissy-ass attitudes.

He sat down on the chair opposite her and it creaked in protest. “Doesn’t seem like it needs much updating to me.”

Carla brushed a large strand of red hair off of her face and behind her shoulder, revealing a swath of milky, freckled skin that make him think of summer. Innocence. When he looked up at her face, her plush lips were twisted into a suppressed smile. She’d caught him checking her out. And now she’d be on some power trip about how he wanted her—which, of course, he didn’t.

“It does need updating if she wants to turn this place into a successful B&B once tourism travel completely opens up.”

“She’s never said anything about wanting to do that.” Jonah pulled on his earlobe. “I think this place is charming as is. It’s a historical landmark. You’re probably wanting to tear out everything nice about the place and put in a one-hundred-thousand-dollar bathroom.”

She grimaced. “That’s mighty presumptuous of you. And, like I said, this isn’t any of your business.” She got up on her feet then. Her high heel echoed against the bright, mosaic stone floor.  “Where’s my aunt?”

“Great aunt.”

“I’m well aware of our relationship to each other. Where is she?”

“She’s at the park, playing checkers with her friends. She usually comes back around four and makes tea.”

She mumbled, “I hope she has rum for the tea.” She hefted her carry-on and roller bag and walked out of the room.

He had to fight himself to keep from grabbing her bag and carrying it up the stairs for her. And then he had to fight his hard-on again when she turned around. She might be lean, but her ass was to die for. His heart picked up at the thought of palming it, and an image of her mouth, wide with the shock of taking him inside as he grabbed both half-globes, took him over for a split second. Not even her grumbling something about being a gentleman stopped him from thinking about what she’d look like naked and wanting him.

He did not have time for this shit. 


USA Today Bestselling author Andie J. Christopher writes edgy, funny, sexy contemporary romance. She grew up in a family of voracious readers, and picked up her first Harlequin Romance novel at age twelve when she’d finished reading everything else in her grandmother’s house. It was love at first read. It wasn’t too long before she started writing her own stories — her first heroine drank Campari and wore a lot of Esprit.

Although, she set aside writing fiction for a while, her love of romance novels stayed with her through college, law school, and multiple cross-country moves. During one long East Coast winter, she decided writing a book would be a good excuse to avoid braving the elements. It was love at first write. Her heroes are dirty-talking alphas, and her heroines traded Esprit for Free People. (None of them would turn down a Campari, though.)

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Review – Second Chances Anthology: One Night by J. Kenner

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Second Chances: A Romance Writers of America Collection by J. Kenner

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Sometimes you need a quick fix when reading, words you can inhale with lightning speed. You need a tale that is going to tempt you to read further but one that you can quickly gobble up in one sitting. You may need a test drive into new author territory before jumping behind the wheel or you may need more from your favorite author. Anotholgies like Second Chances by the Romance Writers of America are the perfect places to test drive authors’ words before you thrust full throttle into their books.

Part of this sensational second-chance romance anthology is One Night by J. Kenner. There is nothing I love more than a second-chance love story!!! Second-chance romances like One Night are SPECIAL because that past intimacy is MEANINGFUL. One Night, this short second-chance romance, was my KRYPTONITE!


One amazing, unforgettable, perfect night. And then I’d walked away.

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J. Kenner brought me so close inside the heroine’s head that Penny felt real, as if I were there with her too. Beautiful Penny had the best one-night stand ever with a gorgeous guy who rocked her world. They shared more than sex; they shared something special. It was a night that felt like fate. One night was all Penny thought she wanted with Blake….until a chance meeting becomes more.

“Forgotten you?”

He moves in again, and the air between us crackles from the electricity we’re generating. He strokes my cheek, and that erotic sensation steals my breath.

“Baby, I remember everything.”

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In one night…
I DEVOURED One Night, downing it like a smooth shot of whiskey. Oh did I LOVE this DELECTABLE and DREAMY QUICKIE!

In one night…
I was THOROUGHLY SEDUCED by the SCORCHING and SCINTILLATING One Night.

In one night…
I fell in fast love with a hero and heroine who quickly captivated me and made their world mine.

In one night…
One Night UNEQUIVOCALLY OWNED ME.

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One Night is INSTANT INTOXICATION, a tale that dazzles fast and furiously. I was SEDUCED with supersonic speed. Packed with promise and potent heat while spliced with sexual innuendos and sensuality, One Night is a short shot of steam fused with feels. Only a masterful writer like J. Kenner can write a taste of romance where you’re left both satisfied and wanting more! This second-chance love story may be short but it SATISFIES ALL THE WAY!

4.5 seductive kisses

4.5 kisses

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With characters who find love through tough situations, in elegant 1800s ballrooms, with an old friend who shows up when least expected, at a tender age when cliques and homework get in the way of relationships, or after a random encounter in an unlikely setting, Second Chances delivers romance to strike every reader’s fancy.

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Review – One Night by Aleatha Romig

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One Night by Aleatha Romig

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

When you finish a romance, one you CONSUMED in one night, and are still GLOWING and GIDDY like a school girl with her first crush, you know it’s a super star of a story. ONE NIGHT by Aleatha Romig delivers a dual dose of HEAT and HEART, a HEADY HIT felt everywhere!!!

One night was all it took for me to devour Aleatha Romig’s latest sensation. One night and I SMOLDERED. One night and I SWOONED. One night was all it took for One Night to OWN EVERY OUNCE OF ME. One night and I was a GONER for this head-in-the clouds love story. One Night and it felt like coming home, the most delicious deja vous, as I already met the shortened version of this story under Aleatha Romig’s former alter ego or the dynamic duo known as Jade Sinner.

Beautiful and caring Amanda Wells was struck by a tragedy that forever altered her world. She has no time for dating with a busy life dedicated to her family and work. I felt her pain and struggle, a blow no one should bear.

One encounter one night with a stranger, a gorgeous god, Malcolm, changes Amanda’s night…her world…everything. 

“You said you want one night. One night doesn’t end with a kiss. It begins with one.”

Malcolm and Amanda are magical together and I loved them! This hero and heroine’s pull is instant, their chemistry combustible, their meeting perhaps inevitable. It FELT like FATE, as if this romance was meant to be and MEANT FOR ME.

It’s one of my favorite views, watching her come.

HOLY HOTNESS!!! Malcolm and his delicious mouth are SMOKIN’ HOT! One Night is SULTRY, a story that BLAZES with heat and BURNS with desire. Oh did I burn too!

“What do you want?”

“Oh, beautiful. I want you.”

I’m DONE! Malcolm’s beautiful and bold words made me MELT me into a pool of gushy feels. I felt ALL OF THE SWOON! This hot and huge-hearted hero POSSESSED ME! Oh was I Malcolm’s!

One Night by Aleatha Romig is a sexy, swoon-filled, butterfly-fluttering, full-of-feels love story….but SO MUCH MORE!!! One Night is FATE FUSED WITH FEELS. One Night is a tale of destiny, so dreamy that you’ll float to Cloud Nine. One Night delivers two meaningful messages, mantras that we all should follow: Live life to its fullest; don’t let it pass you by. If life knocks you down, dust yourself off, get back up, and try again…rise again.

As I continue to bask in the afterglow of sweetness, still warm from the heat, I can’t help but SMILE from this special story that I got to feel again. One Night BURNED MY BODY and STORMED MY SOUL, hitting my heart where my emotions were engulfed in this romance, pulling at every part of me. My soul sank into this story along with my heart. I was BEGUILED with this book that quickly became BOOK BLISS! I was wholeheartedly hooked! Hook. Line. Sinker. One night was all it took for this tantalizing and tender tale to become one AMAZING ADDICTION!

A MUST-READ ROMANCE!!! 

4.5 sweet and smoldering kisses 

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A sweet, fun, and sexy stand-alone romance from New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig.

One night to remember

Is that too much to desire?

One night for fun, passion, and a chance to remember what it’s like to be a woman.
I’m not looking for love.
There’s a man in my life who loves me with all his heart. He has beautiful blue eyes, is three feet tall, and calls me mommy.
He’s my whole world and I’m his. Fate stole his daddy way too soon.
What would happen if I allowed fate another chance, just for one night?

One night to help a friend

Why did I agree to this?
Blind dates are disasters. If I weren’t helping the friend of a friend, I wouldn’t go.
I’m not looking for romance, love, or even a one-night stand.
After all, the man my friend knew is gone. I’m no longer the hockey star known for his “pep” on the ice and in the sack. I have a new life, and a new career—a new passion. I’m not looking for more.
When the blind date is a bust, could fate change everything?

One night doesn’t end with a kiss—it begins with one.

Be ready to laugh, cry, and fall head over heels as you meet Leatha, the lighter side of Aleatha in this new sweet and sexy stand-alone romance, ONE NIGHT.

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Mandy

When we finally pull apart, before I can speak or even contemplate what happened, Malcolm’s blue eyes shine down on me, taking me in and reading me.

His voice rumbles through the background commotion of the bar. “You taste like sweet wine and smell like perfume and desire.”

Warmth fills my cheeks. “You taste like good beer.”

“Good? You’re a beer connoisseur?”

I shrug. “Mostly, I know cheap beer.”

He lifts my chin, bringing his indigo eyes into focus. The room disappears, making those blue orbs all I can see.

“I’m a connoisseur,” he says as his thumb gently rubs over my bruised lips. “And you, beautiful Mandy, if you were a beer, would never be a cheap one. No, you’re a rich custom craft brew. I see it in your eyes, feel it in your touch, and smell it in the air. Kissing a stranger isn’t something you do, is it?”

I try to move my eyes away, but Malcolm’s grip of my chin is unrelenting. Meeting his gaze, I reply, “No. I won’t even bore you with how long it’s been since I’ve kissed a real man.”

His eyes sparkle. “You kiss fake men?”

“Boys. Well, only one actually.”

“You kiss boys…” And then, as if the reality of his statement hits home, he asks, “You have a son?”

My heart flutters, its speed increasing by the second. “I do, but I don’t want to talk about him. Not because he isn’t important for he is—he’s my world—but because tonight isn’t about him. It’s about me.” I can’t gauge Malcolm’s reaction. I can only guess that he’s assuming that I’m some needy woman trying to get a man to take on the responsibility of a kid who isn’t his.

I reach out and splay my fingers over his chest. His heart is beating to match mine. “I don’t want to talk about him,” I continue, “because he’ll never know about you—I’ll never tell him and never introduce you. Don’t worry. I’m not after a man to rescue me. I’m perfectly content with my life as a mother. I just wanted to remember what it felt like to be a woman…for just one night.”

“I’m not anti-children—”

I shake my head. “Stop. That doesn’t matter.” It’s then that I notice the filled glasses on the table and laugh. “When did the waitress come?”

Malcolm bows his head until our noses touch. He inhales deeply, his eyes closing as his hand falls to my lap. “I’d say just after you.”

More heat floods my cheeks. “I-I didn’t…”

“Then we need to do something about that.” He looks again at the full glasses. “I think the drinks came while my tongue was busy getting to know your sweet mouth.” His hand splays over my thigh.

My breathing hitches. “Malcolm?”

“You said you want one night. One night doesn’t end with a kiss. It begins with one.”

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Aleatha Romig is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana, USA. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams!

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Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha’s twisted style with an increase in heat.

In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world of dark romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016.

2017 brings Aleatha’s first “Leatha, the lighter side of Aleatha” with PLUS ONE, a fun, sexy romantic comedy.

Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network” member of the Romance Writers of America and PEN America. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

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REVIEW ~ COMING CONSUMED By RENEE HARLESS


Coming Consumed (Welcome to Carson, Book #3)

Cover Design: Porcelain Paper Designs

Genre: Standalone, Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 18, 2017
Coming consumed has to be favourite welcome to Carson book yet. Although each book connects to the rest they are written as a standalone and can still be enjoyed if you haven’t had the pleasure of book 1 and 2.
Sydney is a character that you instantly relate too and Dylan’s charms will have you smiling to yourself as you read. This book is filled with moments that you have to go back and re read because you can’t believe you just read that and where did that come from. Although this is a sweet and happy read that takes you away from reality it is also filled with times that it not only Sydney’s kitchen that is full of heat, the chemistry between the pair hot. Dylan is a strong, protective, alpha male that will charm you and win your heart.

The surprises and twists within this story keep you captivated and enthralled and leave you wanting to know more about the supporting characters, here’s hoping there is many more welcome to Carson stories to be told. 
A fabulous read and can’t wait for the next instalment from Renee. 

 


Sydney hates liars, despises them really, so what is she to do when the man her heart wants most turns out to be the biggest betrayer and deceiver of them all?

 

Sydney never finds herself in trouble. She always listens to her parents, follows the rules, and does what is expected of her, but in one moment, that all changes. The day she meets a campus police officer and keeps their relationship a secret from her family, her life takes on a dark turn…

 

Now scarred and tormented by nightmares, Sydney hides her fears from everyone as she moves back home and takes over her mother’s bakery.

 

Just when she believes she has a handle on her life, a mysterious man waltzes into her shop and turns her world upside down. Behind the beard and silver eyes Sydney knows he’s hiding something, but is the attraction worth losing herself again?

 

Dylan Bennett knows he is in trouble the first time he lays eyes on Sydney. Behind her wavy blonde hair and flour-covered clothes he knows that she holds the key to his undoing, but he can’t risk it.

 

As an undercover agent, Dylan lives his life by strict codes and calculations. He knows one wrong move could put Sydney in danger, but something about her draws him in and that may prove to be the biggest risk he has ever taken. What happens when she finds out the lies behind those silver eyes?

 

Will the deception become too much for Sydney or will she fight alongside Dylan to bury the one person who brings her past back to the surface?

 

 

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Renee Harless is a romance writer with an affinity for wine and a passion for telling a good story.

 

Renee Harless, her husband, and children live in Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. She studied Communication, specifically Public Relations, at Radford University.

 

Growing up, Renee always found a way to pursue her creativity. It began by watching endless runs of White Christmas- yes even in the summer – and learning every word and dance from the movie. She could still sing “Sister Sister” if requested. In high school she joined the show choir and a community theatre group, The Troubadours. After marrying the man of her dreams and moving from her hometown she sought out a different artistic outlet – writing.

 

To say that Renee is a romance addict would be an understatement. When she isn’t chasing her toddler or preschooler around the house, working her day job, or writing, she jumps head first into a romance novel.

 

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Review – Sex Symbol by Laurelin Paige 

Sex Symbol by Laurelin Paige

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

I LOVE a good second-chance romance where soulmates who lost each other are found. These stories of love found again speak to my soul…so many feels!!! In her newest angst-burning romance, Laurelin Paige takes readers for a smoldering spin around the Hollywood movie scene where the sexiest bad boy of a movie star is paired with a beautiful camera assistant in the seductive Sex Symbol.

Maddie is beautiful, bold, and brilliant, a strong and sassy heroine who I could not help but love and admire. A camera assistant, Maddie is thrown together with Hollywood’s heartthrob, the man she knew before he made it big, the man who melted her body like no other, the man she tried to forget for years.

Micah never thought he’d see Maddie from the party ever again. One cocky alpha of a movie star, Micah is a player all the way. With dark hair, a chiseled body, and burning blue eyes, he is SEX-on-a-STICK HOT. I was ogling my visual of him while reading.

The CHEMISTRY between Micah and Maddie is an INSTANT IGNITE of a flame that burns through the whole book. I LOVED their intense electricity and their backstory made their relationship more special.

Oh God, was he hard? Don’t look, don’t look.

“Enjoying the view?” Micah asked, his voice low and suggestive.


I giggled, snickering at the hot and humorous lines.

“You taste so good. Exactly the way I remember.”


I MELTED like lava, as Micah made me wanton and weak in the knees.

“You’re going to break me,” she whispered.

But she was wrong.

“You’re the one who’s going to break me.”


I SHUDDERED, hanging on the edge of an emotional cliff, as the push and pull of this story did me in.

“Ssh. I’ve got you.”


I SWOONED, as these sweet words held onto my heart, making me warm and fuzzy inside.

Sex Symbol brings the SEXY with strong characters that will CAPTIVATE you from beginning to end. Laurelin Paige, the queen of hot, intense, angsty alphas, delivers one Hollywood heartthrob that you’ll both love and loathe in Sex Symbol. This bad boy with a big heart was my ADDICTION!

An EDGE-OF-YOUR-SEAT EXPLOSION meets a sexy and sweet second-chance romance, Sex Symbol SPARKS with smolder, spirit, and sass. This WHIRLWIND of a love story kept me glued to every page. I was thoroughly SEDUCED, swept under the Hollywood heartthrob spell along with the magical mastery of Laurelin Paige’s perfectly penned words. Sex Symbol is a SMASHING HIT!!! This story with a fairytale feel is a fantasy come to life…my fantasy that I still want to feel. ❤️

4.5 hot and heavenly Hollywood stars 

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Micah Preston is Hollywood’s #1 sex symbol.

A rich and famous actor who has sworn off any serious relationships, the playboy is the media’s favorite bachelor.

But he wasn’t anybody when Maddie Bauer met him seven years ago. Then he was just the hot guy at the party who gave her an amazing orgasm and never called her again.

Now her job as a camera assistant has landed her on the set of his latest movie, and despite her vow to ignore his charm, she finds him pulling her focus.

She just has to make it through the shoot without landing in his bed. But when the legendary bad boy sets his sights on her, how can she possibly resist?

The book was previously published under the title Take Two.

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USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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Review- Talen by Rebecca Zanetti

My rating is 4.5 stars

Another great book from Rebecca. I absolutely love this series full of 100% pure alpha males and strong take no crap heroines. You always know you’re going to be reading an action packed adventurous book. 
Cara and Talent have an extremely strong relationship. He likes to dominate and she likes to defy every order. It makes for good reading. 
Not only was this book adventurous but it was sexy as well. I’ve come to expect nothing less from these realm vampires. I will never tire of them.

She’ll love him forever . . . but he can’t make her obey . . .

The war is over. Danger has passed. Cara Kayrs is healed after decades of illness and ready for a break.

Too bad her brooding, alpha vampire husband can’t seem to change gears. In their twenty-five years together Talen Kayrs has learned to sense every shiver of her body, to ignite her desire with a word or a look. She would think he could learn she’s not some fragile damsel in distress.

But Talen is on edge, watching their backs, treating her like she’s made of glass. Like there’s something following them, a deadly threat that somehow none of their intelligence has uncovered. It’s enough to drive a woman crazy, and Talen has plenty of those tendencies already.

But what’s even more maddening is that he seems to be right . . .

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college professor, and a hearing examiner – only to culminate it all in stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She writes contemporary romances, dark paranormal romances, and romantic suspense novels.

Growing up amid the glorious backdrops and winter wonderlands of the Pacific Northwest has given Rebecca fantastic scenery and adventures to weave into her stories. She resides in the wild north with her husband, children, and extended family who inspire her every day—or at the very least give her plenty of characters to write about.

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Review – The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley 

The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Sometimes you need to travel outside of your comfort zone with a bold book. An adrenaline rush of a read, The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley hurls you over the edge. You’ll dangle off the cliff of desire, dabbling in a thrilling and tantalizing world. Evocative and erotic yet tender and touching, The Farthest Edge burns the body and hijacks the heart.

The Farthest Edge starts with a slow burn but then SMOLDERS with sizzle and suspense! The INTRIGUE and INTENSITY made my heart beat out of my chest. The fusion of heat and heart MELTED me everywhere. Smooth and sinfully sweet like honey, this story stuck to me where I became UNGLUED.

Kristen Ashley takes readers on another tantalizing trip to The Honey Club in The Farthest Edge where deepest desires come true, including YOURS. The Queen Bees rule at The Honey Club where women take control as beautiful dominants with male submissives. This book focuses on one fire-hot couple: Evangeline and Branch. In the outside world, Branch is all alpha. Inside The Honey Club, he bows to the beautiful Mistress Evangeline.

He liked to be pushed to the edge? She was going to take him there. Shove him right over. And go over with him. And when they landed, they were going to explode. All over the place. And love every bit of it.

The push and pull of this story made me HOT and HEEDY, my head and heart thoroughly SEDUCED. Branch and Evangelines’ push for power and pull of passion FLAMED with FEELS. I felt their angst bleed through me along with their desire.

Fire meets ice when Evangeline and Branch collide, a fusion of power and passion that ignite to a BEAUTIFUL BURN. Branch is a brooding and beautiful alpha who needs to be tamed. Evangeline is a stunning beauty who needs to control. Branch needs to be deliciously dominated to forget. Evangeline needs to dominate to remember.

“I need you to sway my world right about now.”

“Okay, baby,” she whispered, “I’ll sway your world.”


I was a voyeur in Kristen Ashley’s delicious dominant and submissive world, one where I wanted to be a player too. This series is the best mix of DECADENCE and DESIRE. A delicious drug, The Farthest Edge is the ULTIMATE ADDICTION. The Farthest Edge pulls you out of your comfort zone, hurling you over the edge straight to ECTASY! You just can’t help but SUBMIT to this story.

“Ready to slip over the edge with me, baby?”


💋💋💋💋💋 4.5 Edgy and Enticing Kisses

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Step into the Honey Club, where every sensual boundary will be tested in search of the ultimate pleasure…

Branch doesn’t exist. Living off the grid, he’s looking for a way to forget his past and the guilt that plagues him. But no woman has ever been able to bring him to the edge he craves. 

After a traumatic experience of her own, Evangeline stepped away from the decadent world of the Honey Club. But when she gets Branch’s offer—to play without boundaries or commitments—it’s too tempting for her to refuse. 

As their passion ignites, Evangeline and Branch push each other to their farthest limit, fulfilling their darkest desires while falling harder and deeper than they ever imagined.

He knew this was her playroom before he’d entered but right then he saw that she didn’t hide it under sheets and tarps, just behind the shutters.

Branch shifted the light around, seeing a horse, a bench, a table, all of them good quality. It cost a mint to outfit a good playroom and she didn’t make do. She’d been investing. Making smart purchases that would look good, stand strong during play and last a while.

Fashionable sink in the corner set in an attractive wood vanity, two matching tall, slim cupboards on each side.

He moved there, looked through the vanity and cupboards. Thick towels. Washcloths. Wet wipes. Soap. Bottles of foam anti-bacterial. Cleaning supplies. A large box of condoms. A little basket filled with some cosmetics—powder, lipsticks, gloss. Another filled with first-aid supplies—Band-Aids, bottles of antiseptic, tubes of ointment, gauze, cotton.

He closed the door to the cupboard he was inspecting, turned and shined the light around the room. Moving across the space, he noted hooks on the walls, in the ceiling, eyes in the floor, all looking sturdy. Whoever put them in might have wondered why or he’d been hers. But whoever that was knew what they were doing.

There was a tall cabinet and a large dresser across the room, both in the wood that made up the vanity and the cupboards. It all matched, was heavy and dark but attractive, giving the space the definite feel of playroom, not a dungeon. It was stylish and handsome, even warm, somewhere you’d want to stay awhile.

He didn’t think on his last thought as he opened the top cupboard doors of the cabinet and shined the light in, feeling what he found there in his dick.

Cats. Whips. Switches. Flogs. Paddles. Some straps. Some harnesses. All hanging from hooks. All well organized and well maintained. All also excellent quality. Not many, but again, quality, not quantity, was what she was clearly going for.

He closed the doors and crouched down to the two drawers at the bottom of the cabinet, opening them. Top one had silk ropes, some chains, shackles, cuffs. The bottom drawer was full of leather straps with cinches attached.

Branch straightened, moved to the dresser. Nothing littered the top, so he opened the first drawer.

What he found there made his balls draw up.

Carefully placed in what looked like purple silk-lined, custom-made grooves were her toys.

Plugs. Cocks. Vibrators. The first two in an impressive range of lengths, girths and shapes. If they had them, remotes were placed at the side of the toy they controlled. There was also a complicated cock ring, rabbit ears at the front for clit stimulation, and a strap that would lead between the balls to a bullet that could be inserted in the anus, all of it obviously vibrated—triple the fun.

She like ass.

Not many of her kind didn’t.

He didn’t think on that either.

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Nothing’s changed.

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up. 

And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.

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Review – Real Deal by Piper Rayne 

Real Deal by Piper Rayne

4.5 super sexy stars!!
PIPER RAYNE!!!!!! Piper freaking RAYYYYYNE! I love you! I want to thank you! REAL DEAL is just DELICIOUS. I mean SINGLE DAD’S!!!! *ALL the praise hands* Who doesn’t love a HOT SINGLE DAD who DOTES on his kid! 

My gosh, not only is this book, HOT and STEAMY and SEXY but it’s also sweet and swoony and just AHHHHH! Because Marcus is a SINGLE DAD (yes I said it again) and he’s ALPHA-MAZING!!!

Real Deal had me hook, line and sinker! From the off, my trip to Climax Cove was just perfect. The sizzling tension between our lead characters was all consuming. They drew me so deep into their story I never wanted to leave. 

Once again, Piper Rayne also give us some outstanding secondary characters that made this story even better! I’m so excited for more books within Climax Cove.

Red Flags…

Too loud.

Too clingy.

Too much make-up. 

I could go on and on. The other guys in the Single Dad’s Club would say I’m obsessed with finding them. But none of their kid’s mothers call a maximum-security prison home either, so their opinions mean shit.

Caterina Santora has her own list of red flags…

She’s too young.

She’s my client’s daughter.

She’s my five-year old’s camp counselor.

Even after repeating this mantra to myself every morning on the way to Lily’s summer camp, guess what happens the moment I see Cat? Yeah, that mantra turns into ride me, doggie style and reverse cowgirl. 

Every. Damn. Time.

The fact that she doesn’t remember me from six years before grates on me until I don’t have it in me to leave her alone any longer. I have to have her. But our lives are opposites in every way. In no way compatible.

When we’re together all the complications fade away and I have to keep reminding myself, even if I can have her— I can’t keep her.

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Review – Sweet Rivalry by K. Bromberg

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Sweet Rivalry by K. Bromberg

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Sometimes the best things come in small packages. Sometimes there is a pesky itch that can only be only be scratched with a steamy quickie. Something fast but still fabulous. A super sexy session in the sheets that is short but oh-so-satisfying. Or a short story that you can quickly devour like a delicious and decadent dessert. Sweet Rivalry is that dessert with whipped cream, sprinkles, and, of course, a cherry.

K. Bromberg has held onto my book heart for three years, three years of steamy, soul-stirring stories that spellbind me from beginning to end. K. Bromberg’s latest story, Sweet Rivalry, may be short but it packs a penetrating and powerful punch! Sweet Rivalry is a steamy and stirring second-chance romance that burns in all the right places! This story was INSTA-LOVE!!!

I inhaled Sweet Rivalry in one sitting. The smoldering and spirited Sweet Rivalry quickly became MY ADDICTION…MY ACHE. Sweet Rivalry CONSUMED ME, the words were CHARGED as they SPARKED TO LIFE. The magnetism of the tantalizing and thrilling words drew me to them like a moth to a flame, fueling me. My body burned for this book, a fire flickering with desire. Every word ignited every part of me. I WAS IN UTTER LOVE!!!

Ryder with his dirty blond hair, beard, chiseled and tall frame, along with ink is a walking wet dream….my dream man too. Oh is Ryder ALL MAN! An alpha in the boardroom and in the bedroom, but one that likes a good competition.

The construction company owner is shocked to see his college rival and crush, Harper Denton. 

This is my turf now so if she wants to play, she’s going to have to step into the ring first. My ring. My rules. Not hers…Let’s see if she wants to play with the gloves on or off.

Always in the lead from debates to graduating first in their class, Harper has always had the edge, edging out his ego to the sidelines. Imagine Ryder’s shock when one of the competitors bidding on a new project is Harper, now grown up with perfect blonde hair, gorgeous looks, curves, and confidence.


I know him…it can’t be. Ryder Rogers. Son of a b**ch. I should have known. And so we meet again. This is going to be so much fun kicking his ass. Again.

I LOVED HARPER as much as Ryder! She plays in a typical man’s world of construction like she is the queen of the construction site, and oh did I love her confidence, class, and cut-throat attitude! I wanted to high-five her because hello Wonder Woman!

Ryder can’t help but rile Harper up but Harper is ready to eat what Ryder throws at her like a hungry wolf, and dish it right it back in spades. 

“I’m glad to see I still bring out the best in you.”

“You’re wondering if your best is enough this time around? The answer is no.”

Harper, the spit fire, is THE BEST!!! Their chemistry on the job coupled with history is too hard to ignore, with the banter only fueling those flames between them. Their connection was INTENSE and INCREDIBLE! 

And without another word his lips are on mine. And not just on mine—they take control, assault in the most pleasurable of ways…it’s heaven. And hell. It’s want mixed with need.

I felt the mad passion permeate through the pages, pounding them…pounding me. The heat set me on FIRE, flaming my desire. 

Beard burn is a real thing.

I burned for beard burn. All I could do was picture beard burn in my head while reading and HOLY HOT!!! I may ask my man to grow out his scruff into something a bit more because BEARD BURN.

Harper and Ryder have to be careful not to mix business with pleasure, especially when there is a huge contract on the line. There will be one winning bidder in this game, but possibly two losers if this game gets personal with hearts on the line.

Passionate, powerful, and sinfully sexy, Sweet Rivalry is PURE PLEASURE! Sweet Rivalry was one decadent delight! I LOVED Sweet Rivalry, a sweet and spicy romance. This riveting, roller coaster of a romance is full of fireworks, banter that burns with angst and heat. This book BURNED ME IN THE BEST WAY!

Sweet Rivalry is an alluring and arousing rush of an rivalry-infused romance that bleeds passion and angst, leaving you panting for more. I’m still BURNING! This sweet ache has barely been scratched and I NEED MORE!!!

Our eyes hold across the office space. They war over who’s going to take the next step in this sweet rivalry of a dance we’re slowly remembering the steps to.

4.5 powerful and passionate stars

4.5 kisses

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Ryder Rodgers had a plan.

He was going to stride into the conference room, do the required song and dance over the next five days, and win the biggest contract of his career. But when he walked in and heard the voice of one of his competitors, all his plans were shot to hell.

Harper Denton. She was always on top. In college. First in their class. Always using every advantage to edge him out to win the coveted positions. The only one who could beat him. His academic rival. More like a constant thorn in his side. And his ego’s.

When he heard her voice, he was brought back to years before. To the bitter taste of being second best. But the woman who meets his gaze is nothing like the drab wallflower he used to know. Hell no. She was all woman now: curves, confidence, and staggering sex appeal. And no doubt, still brilliant.

The fact that she’s gorgeous and bright won’t distract him. This time, Ryder’s determined to be the one on top. But not if Harper can help it.

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Work first. Reward sex next.

 That’ll give me something to look forward to during the next few days. The ones I can’t wait to dive headfirst into that will be an ever-changing combination of stress, exhaustion, strategy, and manipulation. An unscripted dance amongst us bidders while we size each other up, calculate our numbers, and explain to the developer why we’re the most valuable candidate for the job.

 It’s the game I love. The competition I thrive on. My return to the job that I’ve been desperate to make.

 And there’d be no better way to make a statement that Harper Denton is back than to leave this building with the multimillion dollar contract for Meteor Development tucked securely under my arm.

 And just like that, as a reward for my positive thinking, when I look up, there he is, in full view.

 I take in the expensive briefcase, the venti Starbucks, and the expensive watch peeking out from beneath the cuff of his shirt. And just my luck that while I’m afforded a full view of his body, the one thing I’m the most curious about is obscured by his hand holding his cell phone up to his ear: his face.

 So instead I drink him in. He really is magnificent. I note his posture and the way he carries his body when he moves forward a few steps. There’s an air about him that says he’s no-nonsense and in control, powerful, and at the same time he doesn’t seem uptight. He has that Southern     

 California professional vibe. I can’t put my finger on it but he reminds me of someone I can’t quite place. Regardless, a man who can pull off being in control and playful has definite merits.

 Like “spank me until my body aches in want, and then make a game of hitting each erogenous zone with his tongue before he’ll satisfy that ache he created and let me come” type of merits.

  The mind-blowing-sex reward just became even more appealing.

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New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.

She’s a mixture of most of her female characters: sassy, intelligent, stubborn, reserved, outgoing, driven, emotional, strong, and wears her heart on her sleeve. All of which she displays daily with her husband and three children where they live in Southern California.

On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Since then she has written The Driven Series (Driven, Fueled, Crashed, Raced, Aced), the standalone Driven Novels (Slow Burn, Sweet Ache, Hard Beat, and Down Shift), and a novella (UnRaveled). She is currently finishing up Sweet Cheeks a standalone novel out November 14th.

Her plans for 2017 include a sports romance duet (2 books: The Player, The Catch) and the Everyday Heroes series (3 books: Cuffed, Combust, and Cockpit). She’s also writing a novella for the 1,001 Dark Night series that will be out in February 2017.

She loves to hear from her readers so make sure you check her out on social media.

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