He saw the darkness in her beauty.
She saw the beauty in his darkness.

I just finished Provocative by Lisa Renee Jones and I’m still UTTERLY SPELLBOUND!!! My mind is SPINNING from the suspense. I’m in a DREAMY DAZE. I can’t think straight. I’m still STUCK in this story!!! This story has not released my soul that is still swimming in a sea of suspense. My heart is still furiously beating out of my chest, racing like that of an Olympic runner. My body is going through the motions, directed by my brain that is still under the spell of this story. My mind is not mine. Provocative rendered me MIND-BLOWN!!!

Provocative CLAIMED and CONSUMED every ounce of me from the very first page.Mind racing. Pulse pounding. Feels flowing. Eyes wide in anticipation. Heart beating out of my chest. I felt the current of Provocative flow through me. I was HIGH on this drug of a tale and could not get enough of this FIX.

I was ENTHRALLED and ON EDGE as Provocative pushed me to the edge, transporting me to another world where I was held in suspense, left in a stupor. This story SEDUCED ME…word by word…feel by feel…weaving me into its scintillating spell. Provocative leapt to life so vividly, as if I were watching a movie my head. This story with its secrets and smolder bled into me; I was bound to Provocative. Hook. Line. Sinker.

Nick ‘Tiger’ Jones is intense. With his long hair and dark blue eyes, this rich and arrogant man is gorgeous…ALL ALPHA. This man is on the hunt for a woman who may be connected to his past.

I didn’t want to even like this Tiger, but fell for Nick hard and fast. I LOVED THIS DARK HERO!!! This Tiger is tough on the outside but a little tender at the core.

Faith Winters is blonde, green-eyed, and a beautiful artist and winery owner. Her life has been based on lies and death has played a key role. Like Queen Elsa in Frozen, Faith is as bold as she is beautiful with strength in spades!

When Faith and Nick meet, there is a cloud of heat, palpable passion and a connection that feels familiar.

There wasn’t anything romantic or sweet about our connection. It was dark and jagged. The kind of attraction that’s unforgiving in its demands. The kind of attraction that’s all consuming.

The Tiger is on the hunt, a predator about to pounce on his prey.

“Am I a friend or an enemy?”

“I haven’t decided.”

Faith, this bold beauty, doesn’t trust anyone. Yet she lets Nick enter her impenetrable fortress, though she is still guarded.

“I want you stripped bare and not just exposed. Willingly exposed. The two are vastly different.”

“And what exactly do you expect to expose?”

I lower my head, my cheek near hers but not touching. “All of you.”

I SMOLDERED and SWOONED as Nick’s words of passion and possession POSSESSED ME!!!

Nick won’t stop until he claims the ice queen as his. Mind. Body. Soul.

“What’s your sin, Faith?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s you.”

Despite the shield of secrets between Faith and Nick, their bodies are open books, smitten with one another.

I lower my head and kiss her, licking into her mouth, the taste of anger and the betrayal I’d seen in her eyes on her lips, and it guts me. I am betraying her.

Faith and Nick’s chemistry is combustible, an explosion of emotions meets the blazing of bodies. The only problem is that one or both may get burned.

We’re damage attracting damage.

Two damaged souls attracted to the darkness that both breathe and bleed. Secrets linger like bubbles ready to burst. Can two broken hearts heal together as one?

Everyone needs a Tiger in their corner.

Explosive. Exhilarating. Emotionally-entwined. Evocative. Provocative is nothing like I expected; it’s SO MUCH MORE!!!Provocative is smoldering suspense at its best! No one writes sizzling suspense like Lisa Renee Jones-Harrison..NO ONE. Lisa Renee Jones flawlessly executed Provocative that ruled every piece of me. This breathless and brilliant book was EVERYTHING!!!

Provocative is CHARGED with LIFE — an EMOTIONAL EXPLOSION that detonates in a mind-bender of a book where you’re rendered breathless and melting for more! This is not just a story but an immersion into another world. A world that holds you powerless in its clutches, daring you to escape. Escaping this enthralling tale that possesses power over the reader isn’t easy. Trust me…I know.

Heart-stopping sexy meets mind-blowing suspense in a story that will BLOW YOU AWAY!!! A shot of adrenaline to the core, Provocative is incredibly INTENSE and INTOXICATING! Provocative is PURE PERFECTION!!! I’m swathed in sin and smolder, POSSESSED, as Provocative will forever hold its POWER over me. I NEED MORE NOW!!!
❤️

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 5 explosive and evocative stars

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Book one in the sexy and intense new White Lies duet by Lisa Renee Jones!
There are those moments in life that are provocative in their very existences, that embed in our minds forever, and sometimes our very souls. They change us, mold us, maybe even save save us. But some are darker, dangerous. If we allow them to, they control us. Seduce us. Quite possibly even destroy us.

The moment I walked into Sonoma’s Reid Winter Winery and Vineyard and made eye contact with Faith Winter for the first time was one of those moments. Provocative because I know at least one of her secrets, of which, I suspect she has many. Provocative because she believes I was a stranger to her when we met, but I am not. Provocative because I sought her out, with no intention of touching her. But now I have. Now I want her. Now I have to have her. But that changes nothing. It doesn’t change why I came for her.

A MUST-CLICK ROMANCE!!!
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series. Suzanne Todd (producer of Alice in Wonderland) on the INSIDE OUT series: Lisa has created a beautiful, complicated, and sensual world that is filled with intrigue and suspense. Sara’s character is strong, flawed, complex, and sexy – a modern girl we all can identify with.

In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, Lisa has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is presently working on a dark, edgy new series, Dirty Money, for St. Martin’s Press.

Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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Review – The Hot Shot by Kristen Callihan

April 18, 2017April 20, 2017Leave a comment

The Hot Shot by Kristen Callihan

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

You don’t find love; it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.

Love found me when I dove into The Hot Shot by Kristen Callihan, a deep and dreamy love story that soared straight to my soul.

Maybe it’s because I love FOOTBALL and watch it obsessively.

Maybe it’s because I love sports romances, my favorite romance genre next to rocker reads.

Maybe because friends-to-lovers romances are my weakness…my kryptonite.

Maybe it’s because I need to lose myself completely in stories, feeling every word.

Maybe it’s because I get a thrill when meeting a new or new-to-me author.

No…not maybe at all…but YES!!! YES to all of these and more! Kristen Callihan wrote SO MUCH MORE than a sports meets friends-to-lovers romance!!! The Hot Shot is a love story of FEELS and FATE, a romance of DREAMS and DESTINY. This book wholeheartedly CAPTIVATED ME, calling to my heart and soul, as The Hot Shot CONSUMED ME from beginning to end. There haven’t been many sports romances that have made me FEEL EVERY WORD like The Hot Shot did, a story that shot stars along with tears in my eyes.

The first thing I noticed about The Hot Shot was how smooth and seamless Kristen Callihan’s writing flows, as if this book were an ocean and the words were waves, separate but perfectly intact and intertwined with the story. I can’t exactly explain it but this book just FELT RIGHT. From the very start, The Hot Shot CLICKED in every way. I felt this natural ease when reading The Hot Shot with words that not only perfectly flowed but were FLAWLESS. Reading this story felt as natural as breathing, and at times I held my breath in excitement and anticipation.

Is there anything sweeter than a friends-to-lovers romance?!? A friendship that blossoms like a flower into more. The Hot Shot is sweetness meets smolder, a friends-to-lovers romance with passion in spades. This story is SWOON in spades and oh did The Hot Shot hero make me swoon like I was watching a sappy Hallmark movie during Christmastime.

Finn Mannus is an all-star NFL quarterback, a player on and off the field. Gorgeous with sun-kissed brown hair and sky-blue eyes, tall, chiseled, and cut…beautiful inside and out. The last thing he wants or needs is to entangle himself into a relationship, lose his focus from the ball.

I suspect Ms. Chess Copper is going to take me down and make me feel it.

Except Finn didn’t count on a sassy, spitfire, tattooed, pin-up looking beauty with dark hair and green eyes to throw him off his game. Chess Copper has dated a bunch of frogs and has yet to find her prince. Her prince is bearded and inked, eccentric, an artist of some sort. Her prince is not supposed to look like the pretty boy quarterback who pushes her buttons.

It’s too bad that fate has other plans…

The second I touch him, I know it’s a mistake…In that instant, I know him. I know him. I feel like I’ve known him my whole existence, like I’ve been waiting for him to return from wherever he’s been.

Friends…the friend zone is easy. Chess and Finn will be friends only…
Until lines are blurred…

“You and me. We could be real.”

With each of Finn’s heart-hitting words, my heart blossomed, blooming, bleeding for love.
Feelings develop…

“One day, Chess, you’re going to feel safe enough to let go. And I’m going to be there to catch you when you fall.”

Oh Finn…this sweet and sexy man stole my heart. Caring. Considerate. Cocky. Complex. Utterly perfect! Finn…this brave and beautiful man OWNED me. I cried happy and sappy tears as this big and strong quarterback is vulnerable inside, and that itself is powerful. Finn held my heart in his hands. My heart was all Finn’s! I LOVED this hero, this knight-in-shining armor so very much.

Those lines are crossed…

Finn presses his mouth to mine. The kiss is sweet and swift, a touch of lips to lips, a slight exchange of air. And it still manages to stop my heart and send heat flaring up my thighs.

That kiss, so sweet and delicate was EVERYTHING!!! I could not help but smile, as this kiss lifted me up to the clouds, swooning all the way.

The chemistry between Chess and Finn is a play they can’t fake. They have crossed the Friend Zone and jumped into the Point of No Return…

“Tell me again that I’m a bad bet. Because I can’t wait to prove you wrong.”

“Prove it.”

Their connection is real. Somehow whatever it is between Chess and Finn feels right…but neither do relationships…

“Everything is right when I’m with you.”

Sweet. Sexy. Soulful. I SMILED a lot. I CRIED at times. I HELD MY BREATH a few times. I FELT ALL THE EMOTIONS the whole time. The Hot Shot with its hero quarterback with a huge heart held my heart the whole time reading. I don’t think I could love Finn any more as this PERFECT Prince Charming POSSESSED ME!!!

Feel-worthy and flawless, The Hot Shot is a football love story flooded with feels, and I dare you not to feel every single word! I FELT ALL OF THE FEELS in The Hot Shot like a spiral ball straight to my heart! This story is a slow burn of the soul. I am still soaring in the clouds with stars in my eyes, floating on Cloud Nine. I still can feel one hell of a hangover heating me like the Summer sun from The Hot Shot, a sweet and swoon-filled sports romance that shot through my soul and made my heart dance!

Why did I wait so long to meet the master writer and word magician known as Kristen Callihan?!? I was a fool to not inhale this author’s books sooner! There is no greater BOOK BLISS for me than discovering and then LOVING a new or new-to-me author’s writing, such as Kristen Callahan’s. I am a fan girl for life! I am in UTTER LOVE with this author’s powerful writing, as Kristen Callihan made me experience every emotion through mere words!!!

Kristen Callihan rose to my all-time favorite authors with one book: The Hot Shot. One book that made me smile, swoon, smolder, and snicker. One book that hit my heart and soared through my soul. One book that was beauty in words. One book where I felt every word. One book that was MINE IN EVERY WAY as I was its.

I was WOWED and WOUNDED, my heart breaking in the best way, as The Hot Shot did one hell of a heart-stopping number on me. This tale is one tender-loving TOUCHDOWN!!! This book is PURE MELT-WORTHY MAGIC! The Hot Shot is a shot to the heart, PERFECT IN EVERY WAY!!! ❤

“Do you understand? Your life stops, mine does too.”

★★★★★ ‘hot shot to the heart’ stars

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First we were friends. Then we were roommates. Now I want more…
What can I say about Chess Copper? The woman is capable of bringing me to my knees. I know this about five minutes after getting naked for her.

No one is more surprised than me. The prickly photographer my team hired to shoot our annual charity calendar isn’t my usual type. She’s defense to my offense, a challenge at every turn. But when I’m with her, all the regrets and darkness goes away. She makes life fun.

I want to know Chess, be close to her. Which is a bad idea.
Chess is looking for a relationship. I’ve never given a woman more than one night. But when fate leaves Chess without a home, I step up and offer her mine. We’re roommates now. Friends without benefits. But it’s getting harder to keep our hands off each other. And the longer we live together the more I realize she’s becoming my everything.
Trick is… Now that I’ve made her believe I’m a bad bet, how do I convince her to give this player a true shot at forever?

FINN

She sits quietly as I eat, and shakes her head when I offer her a sandwich section. Because I’m hungry, and because I don’t like the idea of her having to wait for me to eat, I wolf down my food. The brownie follows with a few, quick bites.

Wiping my hands on a napkin, I set the plate and empty can on a side table, and then let out a contented sigh. “Thanks. I needed that.”

Her smile is small and quick. “I should have fed you as soon as you got here.”

“I’m good now.”

Chess braces her hands on the seat and leans forward to watch her feet as we slowly rock the swing. Silence descends, thick and awkward, and for the first time in her presence, I’m at a loss for words.

I don’t know this girl. Not really, and yet I’ve inserted myself into her life with a determination I usually reserve for winning games. Except I have no endgame here. I told her I want to be friends. But how does that work for us?

Our friends and lives couldn’t be any more different. Parties for me are self-congratulatory events, filled with people whose one focus seems to be bolstering my ego, followed by me searching for a quick hookup. And my friends are all part of football in some way. We talk football or sports. It’s a narrow focus life, but it’s my comfort zone. That chafes too, knowing I live a life that seems wild and free to outsiders but is actually small and structured on the inside.

The silence has stretched too long. I should go. But I don’t move. If I go, I know it will be the end of whatever this is. Embarrassment will have me avoiding seeking her out again. Likely, she’ll do the same. And that will be that.

The knowledge sits like a stone on my chest.

“I’m sorry about my friends,” Chess says. “They can be uncomfortably brazen.”

“So can mine.” I shrug. “Your friends are…fun.”

Her lips pull tight. “They can be. But they were definitely giving me—and by extension—you shit tonight.” She bites her bottom lip. “I don’t think they know what to make of you.”

“So I wasn’t imagining things.”

“’Fraid not.”

The novel sensation of being a fish tossed into the wrong pond grows. I’ve taken away Chess’s fun by coming here, and I’m sorry for it.

“I shouldn’t have asked you to come here,” Chess says in a low voice.

She’s only echoing my thoughts but the stone sitting on my chest pushes harder against my ribs.

Chess makes a small sound, as if she’s trying to laugh but can’t. “Parties suck when you arrive halfway through and don’t know anyone.”

“I know you,” I point out quietly.

She turns and the porch light illuminates her face. Green eyes met mine and hold, as a slow, true smile curls over her cherry lips. Something inside of me shifts and slides. I want to kiss Chester Copper. Haul her onto my lap and make out with her like we’re teenagers hiding out at our parents’ party. But that’s not what she invited me here for.

“I wanted to see you,” she confesses in that husky morning voice that goes straight to my cock. She turns away and stares out into the darkness. “It’s weird, you know? But hanging out with you was so unexpected it kind of felt like I imagined the whole thing.”

I know exactly what she means. My hand settles next to hers, close enough that our pinkies touch. That small point of contact sparks along my skin, makes me want to move closer. I hold steady because I don’t trust myself not to act. “I wanted to see you too,” I tell her. “It’s been a long fucking day.”

I hadn’t planned to admit that, but it feels good to tell her.

Chess eases back against the seat and then curls her fingers over mine with a light squeeze. The unexpected touch holds all my attention. It’s nothing more than a simple offer of comfort, and here I am twitching in my seat as if she’d cupped my dick instead. I’m in so much trouble here because this woman is getting to me in ways I don’t know how to navigate. But I don’t pull away. Not one fucking chance of that.

Chess speaks, pulling me attention back to our conversation. “So tell me about it.”

I can’t remember the last time anyone asked me to tell them about my day. Likely, no one ever has.

So I do. And with every word that leaves my mouth, a little bit more of my stress eases. No, I don’t yet truly know Chess. And yes, our lives are different. But there’s no way I’m ending this. Because when it’s just her and me, everything else falls away. I’m not going to let myself forget that again.

A MUST-CLICK ROMANCE!!!

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Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal , best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.

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Review – Royal Affair by Marquita Valentine

April 18, 20171 Comment

Royal Affair by Marquita Valentine

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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There is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky. And you ask, “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, “What if you fly?” ~Erin Hanson

When you’re still SMILING after a story is over, you know it’s a GEM, so brilliant and bright. I crown all of the jewels to Marquita Valentine for one royally incredible Royal Affair, a story that shines like GOLD! Royal Affair CAUGHT ME, CLAIMED ME, and CROWNED ME in BOOK BLISS!!!

The first line of this fairy tale thrust me into this story with a force that made me FEEL!!! I knew from one mere line that Royal Affair would extract every emotion from me…and that it did! This fairy tale dared me to DREAM as Royal Affair made my SOUL SOAR to the sky, every feel flying HIGH!!!

Have you ever been locked up in your own world that you feel like there’s no way out?

A princess, this beautiful bird in a gilded cage, called to me…making me FEEL for her. I HAD to know her story, one I wanted to savor but one I needed swiftly. I wanted to take my time, sprinkling myself into this dream like fairy dust, where I could bask into the glow of wonder. The reality is that, with desperate need of knowledge, I DEVOURED this fairy tale full of fire works…so hungry for every word.

Charlotte Sinclair is the forgotten princess to her twin sister, the queen. Sick of being the royal wallflower, the beautiful bird in a gilded cage, Charlotte is going to finally have fun…live on the edge.

She had no idea that edge would entail an enemy who tried to destroy her royal family. An enemy who is gorgeous. An enemy who makes her weak at her knees.

Our gazes collide and my world crumbles beneath me.

This book is BEAUTY IN WORDS!

Brooks Walker, sex on a stick with a body of a chiseled god, will nearly do anything to expose the truth from the famous…including getting very close to his sources and subjects. Brooks nearly destroyed the Sinclair once with the truth, and will expose them again without qualms.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this attracted to prey before, and that’s exactly what she is.

I want to hate this cocky, callous, and calculating man…but can’t help but be utterly intrigued by the bold Brooks.

The wallflower becomes a blooming rose, bold and beautiful. Brooks and Charlotte are both predator and prey, a pendulum that swings both ways.

Brooks touches my face as his lips whisper over mine. I tip up my chin, wanting more…of everything.

That KISS!!! Ahhhh!!! That kiss was penetrating, a mix of passion and power that made me feel it too.

Charlotte and Brooks embark on a royal affair…free and easy…or so they thought.

“But I’m a princess.”

“And I’m the man who commands you.”

The man who betrayed Charlotte is now the one with whom she’s besotted. This brilliant book BESOTTED ME, as every word held onto my heart. The push and pull from this princess and rogue was INTOXICATING, the angst my adrenaline that fueled this fairy tale. I LOVED every fire-filled moment!

Lines are crossed. Secrets are exposed. Two empires, one of a royal family and one of a media mogul, may go down in flames where Charlotte, Brooks, and those they love will get burned.

With its subtle humor and sarcasm, off-the-charts chemistry, passion, smolder, strength, sweetness, swoon, soul, and sooo much heart, Royal Affair was EVERYTHING!!! Royal Affair royally exceeded my expectations!!! I did not expect this story to twist and turn itself around me where I FELT ALL THE FEELS. I did not expect to CRY sad tears along with my happy ones. I did not expect to swoon, but oh did I SWOON IN SPADES!

I LOVED this sweet and smoldering story that’s as endearing as it is explosive…my GUILTY PLEASURE! Royal Affairpounds with passion and explodes with emotion, hijacking and hitting the heart so hard! A rush of a roller coaster of a romance, Royal Affair rocked my world! I could not help but FALL IN UTTER LOVE with this fierce and feel-worthy fairy tale of a wallflower-turned-wild flower princess and a callous-turned-caring rogue.

Royal Affair was my heat…my heart…my HEAVEN. Royal Affair is a MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN!!! This tender and thrilling tale is my new Marquita Valentine favorite! With a SWEET SIGH and permanent smile etched on my face, I’m still floating on Cloud Nine where I feel like Cinderella, royally hitched to this fairy tale forever.

“Why did you want to set me free?”

“Because no one should live their life up in a tower, no matter how royal it is.”

★★★★★ enchanting and explosive stars

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A sheltered princess goes wild—and makes the best mistake of her life—when she falls for a roguish reporter in this fun, sexy romance from the bestselling author of Royal Scandal.

Online muckraker Brooks Walker has a reputation for exposing the political elite. Now he’s set his sights on the Sinclair siblings, who’ve been embroiled in their fair share of drama ever since their exile to North Carolina. But Brooks has never been afraid to get his hands dirty—until he meets a royal wallflower at a charity ball who makes him reconsider everything. Is Brooks feeling guilty because he knows all the sordid details of her family’s history? Or because he’s putting their relationship first, before his journalistic integrity?

As the “spare” twin, Princess Charlotte has always been the responsible one. So when her sister finally agrees to fulfill her duty as queen, Charlotte gives herself permission to break a few rules by flirting with the very off-limits CEO of Walker Media. Brooks is the worst sort of man to start an affair with, but Charlotte just can’t help it. The trouble is, since she’s no good at playing games, soon she’s tiara over heels in love. And when Brooks comes clean, Charlotte must decide whether his confession is worth a royal pardon.

“I see.” He kisses me again, tenderly. Sweetly. It’s so confusing that I turn my face away from his.

“What do you see?”

“That you’ve been neglected more than I thought.”

“I don’t want your pity.”

He nuzzles the side of my neck, his mouth going lower and lower. “The last thing I feel for you is pity. Show me how you feel, Princess. Take my cock and put it where you want it the most—your hands, your pussy, your mouth … your ass.”

“You are so naughty,” I gasp, and he laughs.

“I came prepared for that, too,” he says in a low voice. “Up to you, though. Everything we do tonight is up to you.”

“Then I want to do this.” Guiding the head of his cock into me, I pause and say, “You’re very big.”

“All the better to fuck you with,” he says, but for some reason, he pulls out. “A real cock is a million times better than a magic wand.” He winks at me, and I want to sink into the mattress. Leaning over, he grabs something above my head before looking at me again. “What?”

I scowl harder at him, even though I’m very pleased he remembered protection when I didn’t.

Gosh, Charlotte, could you be any more idiotic?

“Don’t quote fairy tales to me.”

He drops his head beside my ear and whispers, “You love fairy tales, sweetheart.”

“But you did some creative talking and added a vibrator to it!”

“I can always go home.” After tearing open the package, he rolls the condom down his hard length. He strokes himself, his big hand wrapped around his large cock. My core pulses and throbs in anticipation.

Mesmerized, I lick my lips. “No.”

A MUST-CLICK ROMANCE!!!

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Marquita Valentine is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Holland Springs and Boys of the South series.

Since first taking the plunge in July of 2012 to self publish, Marquita Valentine has appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling Ebooks Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, and Barnes&Noble. She’s been called “one of the best new voices in romance” (Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews) and her books have been accused of being “a sexy, fun, and slightly addicting contemporary read” (The Book Queen).

When she’s not writing sexy heroes who adore their sassy heroines, she enjoys shopping, reading, and spending time with her family and friends. Married to her high school sweetheart, Marquita lives in a seriously small town in the south with her husband, two kids, and a dog.

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Review – The House Mate by Kendall Ryan

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The House Mate by Kendall Ryan

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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The best relationships begin as friendships.

I have a huge SMILE on my face as I bask in the glow of the best BOOK BLISS rendered by Kendall Ryan! The House Mate is ROMANCE MAGIC! Flawless and fabulous! The House Mate is a sweet, sexy, swoon-filled friends-to-lovers meets employee-boss romance that leaves you melting for more.

The House Mate hijacked me where I was glued to this brilliant book. This story SEDUCED ME with sugary sweetness and I could not help but SURRENDER! The forbidden element screamed EXCITEMENT as this book BOOMED with pleasurable angst!

The first line of this addicting story SOLD ME!!! Hook. Line. Sinker. I sank into the story so deeply and never came up for air.

“In thirty-four years, I hadn’t found a woman yet who could handle me.”

I quickly thought about the 101 ways I’d handle this hotness.

Max Alexander, a single and super sexy dad, develops a friendship with his little lady’s beautiful and new nanny, Addison. Addison is a breath of fresh air and sunshine all wrapped into one pretty package, a beautiful distraction Max doesn’t need.

“I stared at her, wondering if she could see my heart beating out of my chest.”

Max made me MELT into a pool of goo from head to toe. Tall, dark, and handsome with muscles and ink, and a sweet and dirty mouth made for one MALE MASTERPIECE. Add that hotness to a doting dad and I was DONE. DONE! This super sweet and sexy single dad made me SMOLDER and SWOON so much!!!

Max is Addison’s boss and her job is on the line if she crosses the friendship line, a friendship full of sparks and ready to ignite into a firestorm.

“Whenever I looked at him it felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

Oh my SIGH! This story with swoon in spades was my UNDOING! I LOVED this love story!

Temptation is tough. So tough. That temptation turns into a kiss, a scorching and sweet kiss.

“I lunged at her, sweeping her into my arms and crushing my mouth to hers…Feeling her lips in mine, the sweet mint of her breath, the heat of her skin, it was all complete perfection.”

One kiss that rocked Max and Addison’s world. One kiss that can never happen again. An employee-boss relationship is out. Forbidden. More could ruin everything.

This book BOOMS with angst, The House Mate so forbidden and fabulous!

“I had a good thing here, and I wasn’t about to blow it over a crush.”

This story SEDUCED ME, The House Mate with its lethal combo of sweetness, smolder, and swoon. I REVELED in this romance; its smooth flow, sweetness and smolder UNRAVELED ME. I felt butterflies fluttering in my belly. I sighed from all of the swoon-filled moments. I smiled nearly the whole time reading. I was SWEPT under the spell of The House Mate, helpless to do anything except FEEL this fairy tale.

The House Mate is a tender friends-to-lovers tale that touched me HARD. A laugh-out-loud funny meets endearing tale is impossible not to ADORE! I CRUSHED on The House Mate so much! This dreamy tale is a new favorite by Kendall Ryan, a must-read romance with a destination of Cloud Nine! ❤️

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 dreamy and delicious stars

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What’s sexier than a bad boy? A bad ass man who’s got his shit together.
Max Alexander is nearing thirty-five. He’s built a successful company, and he’s conquered the professional world, but he’s never been lucky in love. Focusing so much time on his business and raising his daughter, adulting has come at the expense of his personal life.

His social skills are shit, his patience is shot, and at times, his temper runs hot.

The last thing he has time for is the recently single, too gorgeous for her own good young woman he hires to take care of his little girl. She’s a distraction he doesn’t need, and besides, there’s no way she’d be interested. But you know what they say about assumptions?

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A MUST-CLICK ROMANCE!!!

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Review – The Player by K. Bromberg

April 17, 2017April 18, 2017Leave a comment

The Player by K. Bromberg

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

You just can’t beat the person who never gives up. ~Babe Ruth

Sitting in the stands watching your favorite baseball team play is a high that dives off the diamond straight to you as the energy engulfs the air. The fans are engaged and intently watching the players with baseball greats in tight pants an added bonus. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you hope your team wins. You can’t help but feel alive. The Player by K. Bromberg made me feel alive! Pulse-pounding and passionate, The Player penetrates the heart like a fastball, soaring straight to the soul!

When your heart is still racing and your pulse is pounding after you finish a book, it’s the highest of highs…the best feeling ever!!! I rode the highest of highs with The Player. This story SPARKED TO LIFE, and oh did I feel every flame…every tremor…every word…EVERYTHING! Easton and Scout together were EVERYTHING! The Player was EVERYTHING!!!

The Player held my heart soon after I turned the first page, never letting go…I never let go. This baseball book instantly catapulted itself into my heart and mind with a force I was powerless to stop. The Player ASSAULTED me, its angst was my adrenaline and ache; its pendulum of fire and ice was my passion; and its power was my power too. This soul-searing story struck me like a fast ball, fast and furiously. The Player was all fired up and ready to ignite all of the feels where I could not help but feel every one.

The Player — so powerful and passionate —POSSESSED me. I could not devour this heart-stopping sexy and strong story fast enough. The baseball meets romance plot is powerful, Easton and Scout were combustible together — so raw and real — and Bromberg’s writing is off-the-charts incredible, flowing with a heady mix of feels and fire. My feels were on fire, engulfed in emotions that were flames, blazing with a dual dose of heady heat and heart.

The dedication made me smile.
The dedication is as powerful and poignant as the book.
The dedication is personal, a glimpse into the real woman behind the author…not K. Bromberg but Kristy.
The dedication is EVERYTHING!!!

Not even ten percent in and this story was already 5 stars. INSTANT LOVE!!! K. Bromberg quickly hit this baseball book out of the park, and the game had barely begun. I KNEW that, being a sports romance addict, The Player would be a huge hit but I did not expect my heart to be hit the hardest. I did not expect to NEED The Player so very much. This raw and riveting romance was my oxygen to breathe, as I NEEDED The Player, pure power and passion in words.

Easton Wylder is a baseball god. A legend on and off the field. Smokin’ hot. A player with a heart of gold. A super star who has to defy the odds of playing baseball again after a big injury.

Scout Dalton is beautiful, brave, and bold. A female in a man’s world of baseball. A ball-buster in a ball game-focused world. A healer as a physical therapist who has to live up to a legend.

Scout is partnered with Easton, her new patient. Fire and ice. Open and closed. Hero and heroine.

“If you’re going to bust my chops, Wilder, you should know that I can give as good as I get.”

Like the rest of K. Bromberg’s heroines, Scout is strength in spades with quick wit. I LOVED this sassy spitfire of a heroine! Scout batted virtual balls with the player, a battle of banter that was charged with electricity….so enticing and entertaining. Words were FIRE, burning through the pages.

“I’m a hard girl to please.”

Patient blends with player.

“A demanding woman indeed,” he murmurs before giving me that tender type of kiss that reverberates to your toes and then all the way back up until it slams into your belly.

Lines are blurred…maybe crossed.

Oh the heat that SMOLDERS from this story!

“Good thing I’ve got a big bat and know how to use it.”

There may be no going back now…

“I think I got to you. I think when you close your eyes, you think about me. I think you don’t want to, but you do, because God knows I think about you, Scout.”

The push and pull of The Player was the sweetest ache.

I SWOONED, as Easton’s words MELTED ME like molten lava. Easton and Scout have combustible chemistry paired with passion that’s difficult to ignore…a fight neither will win. The push and pull. The fire and ice. One or both may crash and burn. This game may end in a shut-out where only one player comes out on top.

This baseball romance has heart…ALL of the HEART. The Player touched my heart so many times that I lost count.The passion bleeds through the pages, each word a drop that oozed to life. My tears fell hard and fast like baseballs, as these characters’ pain became mine. I felt every word penetrate through me, pounding every emotion: smiles, swoon, and tears…I FELT IT ALL!

The Player hits hard like a fast ball, feels soaring all of the way across the bases! K. Bromberg takes you on the diamond, in the locker room, so close to this baseball game that you’re part of this baseball team too. You can’t help but surrender to this sports story—baseball meets romance—as emotions entangle around every word like a mitt to a baseball.

There is one constant in K. Bromberg’s books: Live life to the fullest. Take a chance…a risk. Make every moment matter. This book and all of K. Bromberg’s other masterpieces matter.

I went into The Player expecting a sizzling sports romance with a few feels. What I received was ALL OF THE FEELS and so much more. The Player is perseverance. The Player is power. The Player is passion. The Player is a punch to the heart. The Player is K. Bromberg’s poignant words wrapped around a baseball story woven in love. The Player is PURE PERFECTION. The Player has ALL OF THE SPARK…ALL OF HEART…ALL OF THE SOUL. All of MY heart. All of MY soul.

K. Bromberg brought her A-game out to play in The Player, a grand-slam of a baseball romance that hits the heart and slays the soul. I LOVED The Player so much! A 2017 super star, The Player is the best baseball romance I’ve ever met! A MUST-READ ROMANCE!!! This baseball-meets-romance book—an ACE—is in the big leagues! I’m not ready for this game to be over.

“I’ve played on grass my whole life, Scout. There’s no need for me to see what’s out there when it’s green beneath my feet.”

★★★★★ ‘heart-hitting’ home runs

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Baseball has never been sexier in an all-new novel by New York Times Bestselling Author, K. Bromberg.

Easton Wylder is baseball royalty. The game is his life. His passion. His everything.

So, when an injury threatens to end Easton’s season early, the team calls in the renowned physical therapist, Doc Dalton, to oversee his recovery. Except it’s not Doc who greets Easton for his first session, but rather his daughter, Scout. She may be feisty, athletic, defiant, and gorgeous, but Easton is left questioning whether she has what it takes to help him.

Scout Dalton’s out to prove a female can handle the pressure of running the physical therapy regimen of an MLB club. And that proof comes in the form of getting phenom Easton Wylder back on the field. But getting him healthy means being hands-on.

And with a man as irresistible as Easton, being hands-on can only lead to one thing, trouble. Because the more she touches him, the more she wants him, and she can’t want him. Not when it’s her job to side in the club’s best interest if he’s ready to play.

But when sparks fly and fine lines are crossed, can they withstand the heat or is one of them bound to get burned?

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A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow.

Since publishing her first book in 2013, K. has sold over one million copies of her books and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times.

In April, she’ll release The Player, the first in a two-book sports romance series (The Catch, book 2, will be released late June), with many more already outlined and ready to be written.

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Review – Just Like That by Nicola Rendell

April 14, 2017Leave a comment

Just Like That by Nicola Rendell

*praise hands* ← totally the position I’m in. Because after finishing Just Like That, bar getting down on my knees in front of Nicola and thanking her for writing this book, which can’t happen since we have an ocean separating us, the praise hands will have to do. I’m IN AWE guys. Just Like That is Nicola’s best book to date. Her best writing. Her best story. Her best characters. Everything. THE BEST. I just. GAH! This book is raw, captivating, utterly addictive and just full of feels and swoon.

A signature sign, I’ve come to realise, when reading Nicola’s work, is how funny she is. That easy, laid back kinda funny. That funny, that’s relatable and sincere. That funny that leaves you breathless because a one liner hits at the most PERFECT time. Or that crazy situation the characters find themselves in, is so true to life it makes you howl. Literally, SO many times in this book I laughed out loud or lost it with uncontrollable giggles. Everything was just so infectious, a book that can make you smile as big as I did while reading is a total winner!!!

The real winners of this book though have to be Russ and Penny. First off. HOLY HOT DAMN. Nicola writes her scenes so, SO, well. With just the perfect amount of heat and passion, the connection between Russ and Penny was other worldly.

Secondly, Penny! Omg, what a darling. LITERALLY. She was so cute, sassy, adorable and hilarious!

Thirdly, last but not least, RUSS MACKLIN. OH MY GOSH! This man. Where can I find one. Honestly? Because he was freaking PER-FECT. I just, don’t have the right words to describe him. I mean, he’s really spectacular. An Intense, hot, dirty ALPHA. But also a gentlemen. And SWOON should be his middle name because it’s all I did over him. I just couldn’t get enough.
I actually never wanted this book to end. Ever. This is romantic comedy at its finest people. Littered with just the right amount of emotion to add that extra little spark to the characters and the depth to the story. I’m amazed at how Nicola’s writing just goes from strength to strength. Amazed at it all.

If you want a book that’s refreshing, funny, packed with crazy heat and passionate love then look no further than Just Like That by Nicola Rendell.

“I bet I can untangle you.”

At an airport baggage claim, Penny Darling looks up from her knotted mess of ear buds to find the sexiest hunk of man she’s ever seen. He’s got a military haircut, a scar through his eyebrow, and he’s rocking a pastel pink dress shirt like only a real man can. But Penny is on a man-free diet so she leaves the airport without succumbing to his delicious double-entendres…or his dreamy dimples.

PI Russ Macklin can’t take his eyes off Penny. As she sashays out of the airport with hips swaying and curls bouncing, he suspects they may share more than just sweltering chemistry. That suitcase she’s rolling along behind her? It looks a lot like his.

Because it is.

When he tracks her down, he holds her bag hostage in exchange for a date. Their night begins with margaritas and ends in urgent care, and Russ proves that Cosmo’s theory about a very particular type of orgasm was oh-so-wrong.

In Penny, Russ finds a small-town sweetheart with a very naughty side. For the first time ever, he’s thinking about picket fences. Penny finds in Russ a loving, caring man who understands the power of massaging showerheads.

But Russ is only in Port Flamingo for a week. They agree it’ll be a fling and nothing more. Because really, they can’t fall ass-over-teakettle in love just like that…

Can they?

Dual POV. No cheating.

Featuring a big drooly dog named Guppy.

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Review – Mister Moneybags by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland

April 11, 2017Leave a comment

Mister Moneybags by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland

When you begin a Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland collaboration you should totally ensure that you have NOTHING to do. Nothing to disturb you. Because these two have an uncanny way of dragging readers SO, SO deep into a story and NEVER LETTING GO.

Since the very first collaboration “Cocky Bastard” I have loved Penelope and Vi working together. Each and every book they release always lands itself as a top favourite of mine. I get swept away, literally transported to another world. A world where I can just laugh out loud, swoon, feel and love.

With Mister Moneybags I pretty much fell in love by 10%. I mean you can forget butterflies. I had bald eagles take flight in my tummy!! I’m talking BAT SHIT CRAZY bald eagles. The kind that cause the BEST tummy fizzles and flips. I was easily captivated, my heart pounded and my skin tingled. Everything in me lit up and I knew I was reading a WINNER.

Bianca & Dex are infectious. Their story genius. I have to give Penelope & Vi such a big shout out here for how they played out the relationship, I daren’t say too much so not to spoil anything but I felt the EXACT SAME things as Bianca did with her heroes and I knew who he was all along! It was incredibly easy to get sucked into our characters in Mister Moneybags. Incredibly easy to fall in love with them. They oozed chemistry. The simmering underlying tension between them was electrifying.

There is no doubt in my mind that Dex is my FAVE Ward & Keeland hero. I just felt like I was floating THE WHOLE TIME. High. Addicted. Overtaken. From him, his words, his craziness and his passion. EVERY DAMN THING.
Mister Moneybags is charming, captivating, all consuming. A stunning masterpiece and a top, TOP read of 2017.

A new standalone from New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward.

I met Bianca in an elevator.

She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.

The beautiful, raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed.

She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d dubbed “Mister Moneybags”—her afternoon appointment.

Bianca told me how much she hated Dex’s type—snobby, over educated, silver- spooned men who didn’t appreciate the simple things in life.

So, after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her believe I was someone I wasn’t—a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she looked at the fake me and didn’t want it to end.

I began dating her as “Jay”—all the while letting her interview the real me over email.

I didn’t expect that our chemistry online would be just as hot.

I didn’t expect the mess I’d gotten myself into.

I didn’t expect that Jay and Dex would fall in love with her.

And she was falling for two men.

Only, both men were me.

And when she found out, we were both going to lose her.

Nothing could have prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for what came after.

All good things must come to an end, right?

Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.

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Review- Oliver by FG Adams

April 11, 2017April 11, 2017Leave a comment

My rating is 5 out 5 stars

Another amazing 5 star read from FG Adams. This book will suck you into its vortex and not let you go until it’s over. Each nook in this series gets better and better.

Just imagine being on.the run for so many years not only for your life but the life of your family. I can’t even imagine. She is a strong heroine, and I admire that so much in my readings.

Oliver has had his fair share of awful things in his life. His only mission now is to find the girl and NOT fall in love. Oh boy. That’s gonna be a tough one. Lol. We all know how that works out. You can fight the pull all you want, but if its meant to be, there is nothing you can do about it.

Amazing book. Action packed. Heart gripping. Emotional. Highly recommend.

Soulmates destined to collide.

Six years after surviving a tragic loss, a photograph of a young woman turns Oliver Bishop’s world upside down. He’s on a mission, tracking her from state to state. Each stop bringing him closer to finding her. Will his search find the ghost vixen, or will the madman stalking her get to her first?

After fourteen years of running from a nightmare, Fallyn Blackwood barely escaped her stalker’s clutches in Washington. When a sexy stranger walks into Ray’s Diner, her entire world shifts on its axis. Scared and determined, she finds herself fighting his protective nature—and her desire. The problem is, she’s not looking to be saved.

He’s come too far to back down. He found her, and he won’t let go. Freedom from the past is within his grasp, and he’ll fight for her love.

By the time I’ve showered and changed, the delectable aroma of pizza permeates the room. Oliver is perched on the bed, taking up most of the space, with a piece of mouth-watering heaven in his hands. His hair is wet and he has a new change of clothes on. Where did he shower? Do I really care? He looks good enough to eat.

Just then my tummy grumbles, reminding me of another hunger. I lift the box. When I notice what he’s ordered, I freeze in my tracks.

“You don’t like chicken and jalapeño pizza? Ever since trying it in Texas, I don’t want another flavor. I’m obsessed.”

He snorts, takes a bite, and points to a corner desk.

“I ordered a salad and chicken tenders if you would rather have that.”

“It’s not that. It’s my go-to pizza of choice. Harper devours mine at least once a week.”

He stops chewing and stares quizzically my way.

“You don’t say?”

I wonder what else we have in common. Is he the yin to my yang, the Tom to my Jerry, the warmth needed to melt the ice in my heart?

Before I have time to respond, he asks, “Beer or wine?”

“Beer, of course,” I answer immediately.

“Football or baseball?”

“Football. You know I’m from the south. We love our teams.”

“Gator or Nole?”

“Florida Gator all the way, baby. Before all this happened, I planned on going to college in Gainesville.”

I shrug, push the haunting memories back, and focus on enjoying the game we are playing.

“Chocolate or vanilla?”

“Neither. Chunky Monkey.”

“Really? Okay. What about river or beach?”

“Depends. Do we fish or swim?”

“Fish.”

“Then river. Okay, stud, my turn.”

From out of nowhere, a devilish grin appears. He inclines his chin then sinks his teeth into the steaming pie.

“Sunrise or sunset?”

I chew a jalapeño and wait.

“Sunrise.”

“Ford or Chevy?”

“Ford.”

“Country or rock ’n roll?”

His forehead crinkles deep in thought before he answers.

“Nope can’t choose. Love ‘em both.”

Mouth full of yumminess, I reply, “Fair enough, Ollie. I totally agree with you. Spring or fall?”

“Well, since that’s when I kissed you, fall is my preference, baby.”

I stutter, shocked by his answer, and whisper, “Hipster or bikini?”

“Commando.”

He smirks.

“Then I won’t tell you what I’m wearing under these clothes,” I playfully banter.

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Review – Full Mountie by Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller

April 10, 2017July 28, 2017Leave a comment

Oh, this series just gets better with each book! Who would have thought that the men of the Canadian government could be this breathtaking?

From the moment we met Lachlan in Prime Minister, he was a mystery. It was obvious that he had demons that he was fighting and those demons were holding him back from the one person that he desperately wanted – Beth. Still, he was the protector and keeper of secrets, including the kinky ones. Beth sees it, too, and she wants him just as much. There’s nothing like being sent to the friend zone over and over even when the eyes and body of the man she wants tell a different story.

But in walks the game changer and his name is Hugh. Fucking Hugh. He and Lachlan have a history, a connection that they both regret was severed. Now they have to find a way to work together providing security for the Prime Minister. Lachlan doesn’t want to go back to Hugh. He doesn’t want to feel anything for the man but can’t resist Hugh no matter how much he fights it. Let’s not forget Beth, either. After a year of waiting for Lachlan to make his move, she’s ready to move on – with Hugh. And Hugh? Well, he wants them both and won’t stop until he has the best of both worlds in his bed.

Man, do I love Hugh! Could he be more deliciously alpha?

Lachlan, Beth in the middle and Hugh are just the most smoking hot threesome that I have read in some time. I thought it would be Beth that has all the power in this triad – and she does hold her own – but it’s truly Lachlan that holds all the cards. He holds the keys to this unconventional relationship. Hugh has never really gotten over in over a decade. Beth has had to stand by for a year watching over and pining for this man, knowing with all her heart that he feels so much for her. The steam in this relationship could power a city block and almost burned a hole through my kindle. Mercy!

Ainsley and Sadie, you ladies are one talented duo! Sexy and so steamy, yet truly romantic. I so enjoyed this trip to Canada. All the feels and all the tingles, too! FANTASTIC!

5 So worth the wait Stars!

Lachlan:

365 days I’ve wanted Beth beneath me, begging for release. One long, angst-filled year we’ve circled each other, keeping things strictly professional.

But I’ve also got shit in my past that complicates relationships. And I should know better than to hope secrets can stay buried.

Hugh:

A year? Try ten. A decade ago, I let Lachlan walk away because deep down, I knew he needed something else.

As soon as I laid eyes on her, I understood what I was up against: he loves Beth. Looks at her in a way he’d never look at me.

I get it.

Curvy, smart, and bossy? I just might love her, too.

Beth:

Two men. Two first dates.

Two first kisses…

But this doesn’t feel like a love triangle.

Oh no. It’s much more complicated than that. I’m not complaining. I’m game for anything. I just have one rule: we don’t tell anyone.

SECURITY BRIEFING:

* Warning: there are no limits to these Mounties’ willingness to please

* Never underestimate the strength of a woman

* Sometimes the past can come back and bite you…if you’re lucky

* Top-secret clearance means three doesn’t need to be a crowd

Hugh

She’s fucking insane.

She’s also a glorious little genius. She twisted Lachlan’s comment about being even right back on him, and now he’s sandwiched between us.

Where I’ve wanted him for weeks, if I’m being honest. But this is more than I could allow myself to hope for.

And I can feel how tense Lachlan is. Every muscle tightly coiled, ready to burst away from the embrace between his lovers.

But Beth is persuasive. And sexy as hell. Over his shoulder, I watch her face. It’s all there. How much she wants to see us together. Fuck me, I don’t think she realizes what she’s asking for, but I’m game. I’ll drag them both to her bed and make them mine, over and over again.

Just when I think it’s not going to work, I feel Lachlan submit to her—and that’s a fucking jolt to my cock. His body relaxes, and he shifts back and forth on his feet, rubbing against her. And against me, too.

I stand there and take it. My hands hang loose at my sides.

When Lachlan’s fingers brush mine, his right hand reaching back and finding me blindly, I’m not sure it’s deliberate at first. He still has his gaze locked on Beth, but with his second touch, he hooks my hand and tugs me around his body. As I move, not giving him an inch of space, he squeezes my hand, his knuckles rubbing against my erection. And when I get to Beth, he switches hands and pulls me right against her back.

Now she’s in the middle, and Lachlan finally looks at me again.

“You heard her,” he says roughly. “You up for some show and tell?”

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Review- Tempted The Boss by Natasha Madison

April 7, 2017April 7, 2017Leave a comment

My rating is 5 out of 5 stars

Natasha took her writing to a whole new level with this one. Where the others were angsty and incredible, this one was hilarious and unforgettable. She writes as though she’s been doing this for years and has quickly jumped to my favorites list.

Lauren finds out her husband is screwing around with her son’s teacher. She walks away and never looks back. She is so feisty and I love that in a heroine. When she decides to get back into the working world, all hell breaks loose, and I guarantee you will be laughing your butt off. I, of course, was reading this while in public so people probably thought I was crazy. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t put it down
Austin is a hit it and quit it type. His work is his life and he wants no complications. Boy does he get complications when his temp PA Lauren shows up with her fiesty and sexy self.

The pranks between these two are incredible. I mean full on belly laugh funny. The banter back and forth was amazing. This book was refreshing read. I definitely recommend it.

Lauren
Going back to work was supposed to be a painless transition, but when my new boss turns out to be an arrogant, cocky jerk, he quickly turns my professional life into a world of torture. Okay, fine, calling him an asshat before knowing he was my boss wasn’t my finest moment. Hating him should be easy. I just never counted on him being so gorgeous or charming when he’s not annoying me.

Austin
I expected my new assistant to be professional and punctual, but all I’m getting are dirty looks and rude comments. I should fire the little hellion, but instead all I can think about is bending her over my desk and breaking every rule I’ve ever made for myself.

One look. One touch. One night. If we break the rules, our lives will never be the same again.

Good thing rules were made to be broken. And besides, it feels so good to Tempt the Boss.

Lauren

I’m singing along to Maroon Five’s “Don’t Wanna Know” when a call comes in. Penelope’s name flashes on the screen. Penelope is my friend from college, the only friend who I kept in touch with. She runs an HR firm that specializes in placing temps. She is the reason I have this job right now.

“Hello,” I say while I wait for her voice to fill the car.

“Hey, there, just checking in. You ready?” she asks me. I hear her rustling papers in the background, so I know she is already at her desk.

“Yup, I’m on my way there now. I’m so nervous, I may puke, though. But I’ll be on time.” I chuckle at the thought of me barfing all over my new boss. I brake for the traffic that is slowing to a crawl in front of me when I feel my van jerk forward slightly. My head flies forward and then snaps back. Looking in my mirror, I see that someone just hit me.

“Oh my god. Someone just ran into me. Fuck me, P. I have to call you back,” I say, unlocking my seatbelt and climbing out of the car.

I put my Tory Birch sunglasses on top of my head, walking to the back to see the damage. I don’t even have time to get there before I hear a raspy voice ask, “What the hell is wrong with you? You just stopped!” I put a hand over my eyes to block the sun and see him. And boy, do I see him. My heart skips a beat when he whips his aviator sunglasses off his face.

He’s about six feet tall, maybe taller, with dark hair that’s short on the sides and a bit longer at the top, which almost looks like it was combed back by his hands. His eyes are a mossy green with shimmery gold flecks in them that I can see thanks to the sun hitting them just right. A freshly-shaven face that shows off the strong angles of his jaw and hints at where I’m sure a five-o’clock-shadow of delicious stubble will emerge in a few hours.

He’s wearing a suit minus the jacket. His dark blue pants are a perfect fit, molding to him like they were made especially for him, and from the looks of them, they probably were. His crisp, white dress shirt is open at the collar and covers his broad chest and thick biceps. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and show off a big, masculine silver Rolex watch.

He throws his hand up as he angrily asks, “Is something wrong with you? Are you drunk?”

I take a step back, putting my hand to my stomach. “Are you talking to me?” I look around wondering if there is someone else he could be talking to. “You hit me. You. Hit. Me.” I storm to the back of the car to assess the damage. I see that my bumper is a bit scratched, but his Porsche is going to need some body work.

“I can’t believe this. I can’t flipping believe this! Now I’m going to be late because you were probably too busy on your phone texting to pay attention to the road.” I walk to my car, opening the door and leaning across the seat to grab my purse. Cars pass us slowly, everyone taking a look to see what’s going on.

Looking at the clock on the dash, I see that I have to be at my new job in twenty minutes. Grabbing my license, registration, and insurance ID card, I slam the door and walk over to see him leaning on the side of my car, watching me.

“I’m going to be late. Is there any way we can just exchange numbers and get all the information after?” I ask, looking through the papers.

I hear him huff. “You probably don’t have insurance, which is why you want to call me later so you can get some while I drive around with a missing a light.” He walks over to his car, leans down, and grabs his phone from the driver’s seat.

I look at him. “So, you weren’t on the phone? Riiighhhhttt,” I say glaring at him.

“I don’t have all day. Some of us have actual work to do. What do you want from me?” His tone is snarky.

“Actually, I don’t want anything from you. My car has a scratch, yours is the one that is damaged. Besides, it wasn’t even my fault. Maybe we should call the police to make a report so we can get it on the record that you were driving while texting.” I lean my head to the side. “I’m not a police officer or anything, but I think that’s against the law.”

He snarls at me, “Just give me your number.” I tell him my number, and when he asks my name, I gladly tell him. “The woman whose car you hit because you were texting while driving.” He looks at me and his eyebrows pinch together. “Is that name already taken?” I ask him, waiting for his answer. When I realize he isn’t going to reply, I ask him, “Now, what’s yours?” He shoots off his number, and I store it in my phone.

I turn around to walk away. “Aren’t you going to ask me my name?” He puts his hands on his hips, his biceps bulging and his chest looking impossibly broader.

“Nope, no need. I just put you under ‘Asshat who texts while driving and hit my car.’” I smile at him. “Have a fabulous day,” I grumble, turning around and getting back in the car.

Fuck. I see that I now have ten minutes to get there. I dial Penelope right after I buckle and take off watching the asshole get into his car. “I think I might still make it,” I tell her even before she says hello.

“It’s okay. I called and told them there was an accident on the way, and they said not to worry, that Austin was going to be late, too. So, you’re still good to go. How’s the damage?” she asks.

“Minivan: 1 – Porsche: 0.” I laugh and tell her I’ll check back in with her at lunch.

When I finally make it to the office building, I check my face and apply lip gloss one more time before walking inside. I look at my phone and notice that I’m only seven minutes late. Not bad all things considered. I walk in and tell the security guard I am there for Barbara at Mackenzie Jacob Associates. When he calls up, he gets the all clear to send me up.

I make my way up to the forty-sixth floor and walk to the receptionist, who is smiling from ear-to-ear. “Hi. I’m here to see Barbara. My name is Lauren. I’m the temp,” I explain as she gets up and comes around to shake my hand, introducing herself as Carmen. She then takes me back to meet Barbara.

Barbara is short with white hair, and her glasses are perched on her nose. “Hey, there, Lauren. I’m so happy to finally meet you. I’ve heard great things from Penelope.” She reaches out to shake my hand and motions for me to sit down.

“Thank you so much, and I’m so sorry I’m late. I was in a little fender bender, and I tried to finish as fast as I could,” I tell her, sitting down in the chair in front of her desk.

“No worries. I heard Austin was going to be about ten minutes late, but he got here right before you did. Now, if you will fill out these papers here, I will get your elevator pass ready for you,” she says while she goes to her cabinet in the corner.

Because this is just a temp job, I don’t have to do much. Just an emergency contact form. “Now, I should warn you that this is the tenth temp we have hired for this position… this month,” she finishes quickly.

I look at her, confused. “But it’s only the seventeenth of November.” My heart starts racing. What if he throws me out? What if he laughs at me since I haven’t worked in ten years?

“Mr. Mackenzie is, um, well… special to work for,” she murmures while looking down at the papers in front of her and not even trying not make eye contact with me.

“Special? What does that mean?” I ask, my eyebrows pinching together.

“Let’s just say that my money is on you.” She gets up. “Shall we?” She points to the door. I nod at her, trying to get some saliva going in my mouth. It’s dry, and my palms are sweating. I think my armpits are actually starting to sweat, too. Oh boy. I can’t do this. I should turn around and run away.

But before I can make my move, we reach a door that is closed. The big brown door is solid, and the windows that look out into the office have their shades drawn. I hear Barbara knock on the door before we enter.

I don’t see much in front of her. I just look around the office at the view of the city, since there are wall-to-wall windows affording it an amazing view. I don’t have a chance to look much further, because all I hear is a raspy voice asking, “Are you fucking stalking me? Did you follow me here?” I whip my head around to look at him.

Just my luck. It’s the asshat from this morning, the one who hit me. Except now, the asshat is sitting behind the desk, the desk that apparently belongs to my new temporary boss.

Austin

I’m already having the shittiest day ever and it’s only fucking eight o’clock. My alarm didn’t wake me at five a.m. like it does every day, so I didn’t have a chance to get my run in before I had to head to work.

Just a quick shower and a coffee before I hurried out. I walked out of my apartment, rushed to the elevator, and ran smack into my ex who, according to her, ‘just happened to be in the area.’

It took a lot for me not to roll my eyes at her. She wasn’t in the area; she’s fucking the dude who lives upstairs. Not that I care. I was the one who let her go. Whatever, I blew her off and headed to my car.

Right as I started up my car, my mother decided it was a great day to call and lay out everything that’s wrong with my life. I’m nearing forty; all I have is my career, blah blah blah. Newsflash, Mom, that’s all I want.

So, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I hit a mini bus, or a van, or whatever the hell it’s called.

I expected a frumpy housewife to get out of the car, but instead I was greeted by a woman who could only be described as sex-on-a-stick, or I guess I should say two sticks, because those legs of hers aren’t something I’ll forget anytime soon. I couldn’t even talk I was so stunned. Then she bent over her seat and presented me with the most perfect ass. I think I actually groaned.

My cock was getting ready to salute her right then and there as she walked back to me from her minivan. The thought that she was someone’s wife and I was jonesing on her made my skin crawl. I may be an asshole, but I don’t fuck with marriages or people in relationships. There are more than enough single people on earth to not get involved with someone who isn’t.

I tried to see if she was wearing a ring, but I couldn’t see anything. I took her number, and she rushed away.

The whole way to work, I replayed the scene in my head over and over again. I tried to think back on anything that I could have said that would have had her reacting so hostilely.

I got to the office just four minutes late. I absolutely loathe tardiness; people who are late drive me nuts. I built this company from the ground up. I am now the most sought-after commercial contract developer in the city, especially when it comes to entertainment establishments. If you want to open a restaurant or nightclub in this city, let’s just say I am known widely as the best choice to make sure it happens.

There is never a dull moment in this business. If I have to get in there and swing a hammer or wash the damn glasses myself, I do it. There is nothing I won’t do to protect my and my company’s reputation. If you are opening a restaurant or a nightclub and you attach it to the name Mackenzie Jacob, chances are it’ll be a hit from day one.

So now, here I am walking into my office a few minutes late. The cute new receptionist, Carmen, is batting her eyes at me as I walk in, dragging out her greeting. “Good Morning, Mr. Mackenzie.” She’s new here, so she mustn’t have heard the news yet, but I don’t fuck where I eat. Ever.

“Morning. Is my new temp here yet?” I ask her, getting right to the point as she hands me my messages. A new temp who is yet another thing I didn’t need today.

Since my secretary retired last month, I’ve gone through six or seven temps…okay, maybe ten. But it’s not all my fault. I can’t take it if they’re stupid and I have to sit there and spell things out for them. I need someone who can take direction, get it right the first time, and just do what I ask the first time I ask it. It’s simple, really.

When I ask you to get me coffee, I’m not asking you to join me for a cup. When I tell you to scan and email something, I don’t need reporting of the task as if you’re waiting for a sticker on your paper. When you have a caller on hold, I don’t need you announcing them to me through the intercom in a singsong voice. I also don’t need you knocking on my door every few minutes to ask me if I need anything. Trust me, when I need something, you’ll be the first one to know.

“Can you tell Barbara I’m in now?” I prompt her, walking away while I pull the collar from my neck, making my way down the hall toward my corner office.

I walk into my office, taking in the view of the city. We are on the forty-sixth floor, so I can see the skyline perfectly, and at night, it’s even better. I eat, sleep, and breathe my work. There aren’t set hours for my work. So, if I have to be at the office for fifteen hours a day, then that’s what it takes. Which is why I don’t need, or want, a wife at this point. I’d just let them down.

I’ve lost count of how many relationships I’ve had that have ended because I wasn’t there when I said I would be. I’m married to my work, and she is my first priority.

Sitting in my chair, I start going through the messages. I flip through them, seeing two messages from Vegas. I’m thinking of branching out and opening an office there, but something is stopping me. I like to stay local. I like to show up during construction. I like to pop in when you least expect it, and I wouldn’t be able to do that if I branched out to Vegas.

I’m about to call them back when there is a knock on the door. I don’t even have to tell them to come in before Barbara opens the door. I look over at her. She’s been here from day one, but she isn’t what I’m looking at this morning; it’s the girl behind her.

Fucking unbelievable! This crazy chick followed me to my work. She is probably coming to sue me. I’ll show her. “Are you fucking stalking me? Did you follow me here?” I growl at her while I stand up behind my desk.

Barbara’s face pales and her mouth hangs open, but not the sassy one behind her. “Follow you? Are you insane?” She looks at Barbara. “I can’t do this. I totally understand why you’ve gone through so many temps. Who would work for him?” She shakes her head. “Not only did he hit my car”—she looks at me—“while texting. The first thing he asked was if I was drunk!” She looks back at Barbara, who then glares at me. Great, just great, she’s on crazy chick’s side. “You would think he would ask me if I’m okay, right? Nope, not this guy. He wanted to know if I was drunk at eight a.m. Who the hell drinks at eight am anyway?” She folds her arms under her breasts, unnecessarily pushing them up. Fuck. I can’t stop the mental image of her standing there, arms crossed under her tits, in nothing but her shoes. I shake that thought from my head.

“Wait.” I throw the messages on my desk. “You, you’re my temp?”

“No, sir,” she says, and fuck me, but does that ever make me want to hold her hands behind her back as I bend her over my desk and pound into her while she calls me sir. “I was your temp.” She looks at Barbara. “I wish you well.” Then she turns and starts walking out the door.

Barbara’s raised voice stops her. “Wait a second!” She looks at me. “Austin Montgomery Mackenzie, is Lauren telling me that you hit her car and then asked her if she was drunk? I raised you better than that, young man,” she chides in that sharp tone I remember from my childhood. Okay, so Barbara was also my nanny growing up. That was to be expected when you’re the child of world-renowned doctors who jetted around the globe saving lives. One is a cardiologist, and the other is a brain surgeon. They had very little time to raise a child. So, that’s where Barbara came in, and she stayed until I was eighteen. She retired, but when I opened this firm, she was the first one I thought of to handle the HR side of the company, something I knew she would handle far better than me. “Apologize right this second, Austin,” she demands, and I scoff at her. I will not do any such thing.

“She braked suddenly for no reason! There was no one in front of her,” I defend myself. Barbara’s eyebrows pinch together, and she takes her glasses off so they hang on the chain around her neck. I know that if I don’t say sorry, this will just end in her quitting again. Last time, it cost me a month-long Mediterranean cruise. “Fine,” I huff out, “I’m sorry I accused you of being drunk. I should have just called you what you are—a reckless, clueless female driver.”

Lauren stands there glaring at me as Barbara yells, “I quit!” This must shock Lauren, because she immediately goes to Barbara and strokes her back. “Oh no. No, no, no. Please, really, it’s fine. It’s totally okay. I accept his apology.” She aims a glare at me. “I understand now why so many women left, he’s a…” She leans in and whispers in Barbara’s ear. I don’t know what she says, but they both snicker. Great, just great.

“Yup, my money is on Lauren.” She looks at me. “You’re lucky she saved you this time.” She smiles at Lauren. “Let’s do lunch tomorrow. Austin’s treat.”

She leaves the room leaving us all alone. “Fine. I guess I’ll try and work with you, for Barbara.” She walks out to the desk facing my office. She puts her purse on it. Turning the computer on, she grabs a pen and notepad and comes back in. “No time like the present to get this out of the way, so why don’t we start with your expectations of me?”

I look at her while she sits in the chair in front of me, crossing her legs at her ankles. I sit down, leaning back in my chair, and start rocking. “Okay, fine. I expect you to be on time. Every day. No exceptions.”

She doesn’t write it down. “That isn’t a problem. I hate when people are late, so you don’t have to worry about that. Unless, of course, irresponsible people hit my car while I’m innocently driving, I’ll be here on time.”

“There is a list on your desk of routine tasks required of this position that you can read. If it’s not clear enough, then come ask me questions. How’s that?”

She gets up. “That sounds like a plan.” She turns to walk away, and I watch her. Every fucking step she takes she swings her hips; the best thing is, she has no idea she’s doing it. She has no idea that I’m sitting here negotiating with myself about my own rule. I’m not sure how I’m going to get anything done, because fucking her on my desk is the only thing I can think of that needs to be done right now.

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