Review- Completely Captivated by A.D. Justice

My rating is 6 out 5 stars

6 stars
This book was perfectly titled because I was Completely Captivated through the Whole story. It was a perfect mix of angst, heat, heartbreak, and the strongest love ever. Angel has just became one of my must read authors.
Christa had such an awful upbringing with a drug addict for a mother and a father who ran out on her. Despite it all, she still made something of herself owning her own successful cafés. One day Aaron Walks in and sweeps her off her feet. She doesn’t believe it’s real because no one has ever wanted her in her past. 

Aaron was so unhappy in his job with his brother who bossed him around even though they were partners. When he stepped in that café and his eyes landed on Christa, he knew he had to have her and nothing would stop him.

They do have to deal with a childhood friend who Christa hasn’t seen in 7 years. He is back in town and his goal is to go after the woman he’s wanted for years.

One trip. One fall and Christa’s world is flipped upside down. You can’t help but feel for her. She was strong though. I was feeling her pain and was so Happy when everything came together the way it was supposed to. 

Aaron Rivers

Christa was the exact opposite of every woman who’d shared my bed for a night.

All I could think about was getting to know her intimately. She completely captivated me.

Then, as usual, I screwed up everything.

My life. Her life. Our love.

Now her old crush is back in town, and he set his sights on Christa. But she’s mine. I’ll be damned if he gets her.

I will win her back before he wins her over.

Christa Lanes

Aaron breezed into my coffee shop and right into my heart.

He was gorgeous, confident, and sexy.

Out of all the women who threw themselves at him, he wanted me.

Against my better judgment, I took a chance.

Then he took our new life away.

When I was at my darkest, my lifelong friend Jared pulled me through, only to tell me he wants to take Aaron’s place.

But can I give my heart to Jared when Aaron already stole it? 

The moonlight shone directly through her bedroom window, casting its silvery light across her naked body. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears that she quickly blinked back. My hands reached out to her and cupped her face to kiss her deeply. I tasted the faint sweetness of alcohol. With my intensity increased, I poured every bit of my love into the kiss, willing her to feel it and take her fill of it. I gently pushed on her shoulders, silently instructing her to sit, and then I helped her move up to the head of the bed.

I started at her feet, kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping my way up and down each leg. I took my time loving her, worshiping her entire body, and pouring my whole heart into her. Then I worked my way back up her leg, stopping momentarily at her core to meet her gaze. My chest clenched at her expression. It was a mixture of the worst pain, the purest bliss, and the deepest love I’d ever seen. That expression would haunt me—later. I’d berate myself for causing her so much pain and confusion, but for as long as she’d let me stay, my sole focus was to make her feel better.

I dipped my head and sucked her clit into my mouth. She gasped and grasped my hair in her fingers. Intermittently, I sucked on it lightly then gently ran my tongue over, under, and around it repeatedly. I moved slowly at first, savoring her natural flavor and every sound of approval she made. The intensity inside her was building to massive levels. She was so close but not quite there yet—but she would be there many times before I was done.

“I fucking love how you taste. And the sounds you make. The way your tiny fists pull my hair just before you come. Your breathy voice when you scream my name.” Her body melted under my touch, my words only adding to her need for more.

I increased the suction on her clit then scraped my teeth across it. Her hips bucked upward involuntarily. Her grip on my hair increased, slightly tugging on it and pulling me closer to her at the same time. Her hungry moans were sexy enough to push me over the edge before she even touched me, but I retrained my focus on her pleasure.

I wrapped my arms under and around her legs and pulled her core to my mouth, and I hungrily lapped her up. After a quick dart of my tongue in and out of her pussy before rolling it inside her, she almost sat straight up from the intensity. When she fell back against the pillows, I continued assaulting all her senses. My hot, wet tongue found her nub once again before my lips closed around it and my finger thrust into her waiting entrance.

As I pushed it in, her moans became louder and her grip became tighter. I deliberately moved my finger in and out of her at a leisurely pace. The need to see her almost matched my need to have her, so I raised my eyes to watch her. Her neck was arched back, her eyes welded shut, and her mouth was agape, with her sexy moans involuntarily escaping at my ministrations. With an added second finger filling and stretching her, I increased the pressure and crooked them to catch the spot that sent her over the edge.

“Aaron,” she screamed, and it was the sweetest music.

I pressed on until she rode the last wave of her orgasm and soaked my hand. When I pulled my fingers out of her, she opened her eyes in time to see me put them in my mouth and lick her essence off them. Her lips parted and her eyes widened. The pulse in her neck jumped in time with her pounding heart. She tried to pull me to her, but I gently nudged her back down, silently shaking my head side to side.

Her responding grumble made me smile against her skin as I continued licking, nipping, and sucking my way up her stomach and ribs until I reached her breasts. The stubble of my unshaven jaw rubbed against her soft skin, leaving light red abrasions like they were my own personal branding iron. My possessive side appreciated the fact that her skin held my mark. She was mine, after all, and I was determined to win her back. When I reached her breasts, I took one into my mouth, sucking and biting on her nipple while my hand kneaded her other breast. My thumb and middle finger closed around the taut peak of her nipple, and I continued my double assault on her. Her fingers gripped my shoulders and back, her nails dug into my skin in response to the powerful sensations.

“Aaron,” she panted.

I raised my head to meet her eyes, yet I was afraid to speak the words that were on the tip of my tongue. Afraid the words would break the spell, and she’d tell me to leave. That she’d realize this wasn’t just a dream she’d later wake up from and instantly regret her middle-of-the-night phone call.

“Aaron, if you don’t take me now, I will leave and find someone else who will!”

Her words struck a chord in the hidden chasms of my mind. I knew her declaration was part bluff and all frustration, but that very thought had tormented me countless times every night. The thought spurred me to speak my mind, my response leaving no room for discussion or argument.

“The. Hell. You. Will. You are mine, Christa. For better or for worse. Till death do us part. And it’ll be over my dead fucking body that any other man touches you–or it’ll be his fucking death.” I meant every word of it.

Her eyes widened in surprise, studying my face and partly losing the glazed look of desire. I sensed my fear was about to come true—she was on the verge of realizing our rendezvous was a huge mistake and making me leave. So I decided to finish what she asked me to start. I aligned the head of my cock at the entrance of her wet core then slowly pushed into her, giving her body time to adjust to my size.

Once I’d pushed in to the hilt, burying myself fully inside her, I curled my hips and thrust slightly harder into her. I straightened my arms and looked directly into her eyes, holding hers captive. The glazed look returned to her eyes, and her hands moved to my chest, gripping, holding, and stroking me as I thrust into her harder and harder.

When she closed her eyes, I immediately issued an order. “Open your eyes and look at me. See me, Christa. You were made for me and only me. You are like a finely tuned violin, custom-made to be played only by my hands. Your body wraps around and fits me perfectly. I know every sound you make, when your breathing changes, and only I can give you what your body craves. I am the only man who can answer its call. You. Belong. To. Me. And I belong to you.” I kept my voice low and let it flow across the air between us. Her inner walls quivered and squeezed me as her body shuddered at my words.

I pulled her legs up, wrapped my arms behind her knees, and increased the angle and depth of my penetration. Christa grasped at the sheets, writhing beneath me in sheer ecstasy. Harder and harder, I thrust into her over and over until her orgasm completely took her over the edge. When she screamed out my name again, I felt her tightness squeezing around me, holding me inside her and milking me for everything I have. I gladly gave it to her, emptying myself deep inside her and groaning with complete satisfaction as I said, “You have all of me.”

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A.D. Justice is the USA Today best selling author of the Steele Security Series (Wicked Games, Wicked Ties, Wicked Nights, Wicked Intentions), the Crazy Series (Crazy Maybe, Crazy Baby), the Dominic Powers series (Her Dom, Her Dom’s Lesson), and two stand-alone books, Just One Summer and Intent.

When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her own alpha male character in their north Georgia mountain home. She is also an avid reader of romance novels, a master at procrastination, a chocolate sommelier, a twister of words, and speaks fluent sarcasm. An avid animal lover, A.D. Justice has three horses, two dogs, and one cat.

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Review ~ The Line by Amie Knight.

Review ~ The Line by Amie Knight. 

5 Play me a Memory Stars. 
This book has stole my heart, my breath and my soul, from the first pages this book grabs hold of your emotions and shakes them, the prologue tugging on your heart strings, stirring the emotions, transporting you to that time and place, the words touching your soul. 
Cole and Everly share a bond that stems from the darkest time in Everly life, a time she wants to forget, a place she doesn’t want to be in but a face she cannot forget. Her cowboy. 
Cole…. now he’s a cowboy I could ride away with. One cold and quiet night was all it took for Everly to impact Coles world, and despite time and life Cole never forgot his Peaches. 
Summer brings about surprises, life changing moments, tears, heartbreak, acceptance, and most of all Love. You will laugh and cry your way through the emotions that pour from the pages of this book. Amie has weaved a story that tangles everything inside you deep into this story, I fell in love with Cole, admired Everly’s sheer strength and determination and adored the supporting characters of this book… Oh my does Colby need his own book. 

A stunning read from Amie. 


I was a thief.  


The invisible girl only he could see.  


The woman who wanted to be more.  



He was the mark.  


The extraordinary cowboy who stole my sixteen-year-old heart.  


The damaged man who still owned it, even four years later.



The Line was where we began.


Where fates collided.  


Where truths derailed.


The place where our love story ends.

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Review – Stand by A.L. Jackson 

Stand by A.L. Jackson

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

Have you ever wondered if each day of our lives is purposed? If every step we take is exactly where we’re supposed to be?

Have you ever read a story or series that means more than you can ever pen into words? It’s almost as if fate had a hand in matching you to the perfect story…YOUR perfect story or series. It’s as if those words are meant for you. Every feel from every word…YOURS.

You don’t have to look hard to see the beauty that bleeds into A.L. Jackson’s words, so wondrous…so WOW. Every word that this author writes is FULL OF FEELS. Every word is mesmerizing and meaningful. Every word means everything. Every word is EVERYTHING. Stand is the newest roller coaster of a rock star romance from A.L. Jackson’s Bleeding Stars series that is PURE BEAUTY IN WORDS. Stand shatters and SINGS to the SOUL, making the heart both soar and bleed.


I don’t know if I can stand right now, my body wrecked, my soul shattered, and my emotions wrung dry from a story that was both the ultimate heartbreak and the ultimate happiness. This book BROKE ME in the BEST WAY!!! Stand was both my sunshine and storm.

Knowing it’s the final Bleeding Stars story left standing made me want to savor every word slowly.

Knowing that this last Bleeding Stars story would be a soldier ready to battle with my heart, I willed myself to stay strong while reading…I FAILED as my feelings wholeheartedly took over.

Knowing that Stand is the last Bleeding Stars story left standing had me teary-eyed before I even began.

I tried my hardest to savor each word but I devoured them like a hungry lion. These words were the predator and my emotions were the prey. The Prologue GRIPPED and GUTTED ME, my heart gripping every carefully-penned word. So powerful. So poignant. So EVERYTHING.


I would try to stand or stay strong so I could swallow this soul-searing story…word to word…heart to soul.

Eyes, already teary from mourning this last Bleeding Stars book, bled with more tears that gushed like a rainstorm. Zee’s story BROKE ME from the Prologue alone. I was on edge where I would remain, my emotions entangled around these words, willing the tears to flow.

I could feel the world splintering around me, my foundation crumbling beneath my feet. Opening to reveal my wrong. It tosses me headfirst into a bottomless chasm. Endless. Purgatory.

After the Prologue, I had to stop reading. I had to catch my breath and reign myself for what would be a battle of emotions. Like the rest of the series, Stand made my heart bleed, breaking it in the best way. I was powerless to stop this emotional wreckage, this story wielding its power over me, but this was a wreck I wanted because I knew I would FEEL EVERYTHING.

Zachary ‘Zee’ Kennedy. Quiet and sweet Zee, Mr. Mystery, it’s finally time for your story. Oh Drummer Boy, big, beautiful, bronze-eyed, and inked Zee. Hidden under that quiet demeanor is a damaged heart, a broken boy I wanted to save. A man who has paid what he believes to be his penance for too long. A man who has never wanted to fight…until her.

Alexis Kensington. Beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed, and petite crosses paths with Zee, perhaps by fate. He becomes her savior but she saves him too. Two broken souls shoved together at the right time. Two beautiful hearts that need to stand.

“Sometimes it gets old, living in the shadows.”

“Is that what you feel? Like you’re invisible?”

“Because you’re the only thing I see.”

These words, both tender and tear-filled, struck my soul. Happy fused with heartbreaking tears flowed fast and furiously. These words…so much MORE.

“You make me remember.”

“What did you forget?”

“You make me remember what it’s like to feel.”

“And you’ve made me feel that way for the very first time.”

Oh Zee! His and Alexis’ words made me swoon so very hard! I LOVED THIS MAN of many layers but with a heart of gold that penetrated those layers the hardest…penetrating my heart too.

A connection, so big as if it beckoned from above, blazes between Alexis and Zee. An aura of fire, fueled by fate, dances around them. Lighting them up. Lifting them out of the darkness…lifting me out of the darkness…if only for a little while.

His mouth crashed against mine. Devouring. Destroying. Demanding. Taking everything I had to offer.

One kiss with passion and power in spades. One kiss that I felt penetrate through me too. One kiss that meant so much more.


I wanted to stand, stay in this moment, soak up these powerful and poignant words, soak up this sun and slay the storms cast over this couple. Zee and Alexis’ connection and chemistry were combustible, a force of fate. I could not help but smile a grin filled with hope as I was sucked into a wave of passion, one of soulmates, one of love powerful as those flames that ignite between them. I felt every burn…every blaze…every beautiful and brilliant word…I FELT IT ALL.

“I want to fall. I want to feel it. I want to see stars. Float with them and fall with them.”

“I can feel it. Can you?”

There is so much beauty in these words, as if sent from above, where I saw these beautiful stars in the sky while reading.

“Fight for me.”


It’s time for Zee to fight. Fight for Alexis. Fight for him. Fight for his life. Stand for love. Stand for LIFE.

When you read a story that cuts through you like a knife, gripping you, gutting you, rendering you raw…bare…breathless, you can’t help but feel every word as if each were a slice to your heart and a song to your soul.


This story stood all over me, stomping over my heart and sending my soul soaring and shattering. I CRIED the WHOLE TIME READING, tears etched into my eyes, soul forever imprinted by this STORY that SLAYED ME. I didn’t expect Zee’s story to storm on me, shattering me the hardest, but that severe storm was worth surviving to see the sunshine and the stars. Starshine that was heaven.

No author makes me unequivocally feel every word I’m reading like A.L. Jackson. No words are a trifecta of power, passion, and poignance like hers. A.L. Jackson writes from the heart and you can tell her heart is poured into every beautiful and brilliant word. Her heartfelt writing hit my heart hard like a hurricane in every single story of this Bleeding Stars series. EVERY WORD MATTERS. Meaningful. Mesmerizing. Magnificent.

Stand sang to my soul in a beautifully broken book that bled stars into my eyes, an epic love story worth the whole constellation that will always hold my heart. Sunder started with Baz in a A Stone in the Sea, a storm of emotions that like the second book in this duet, left me Drowning to Breathe.

Where Lighting Strikes struck my heart hard, Lyric’s story stealing my soul that bled all the angst.

What I was most anxious for was Baz’s little brother, Austin’s story, my favorite second-chance type of romance, which became my favorite Bleeding Stars book and was well worth the Wait.

Stay struck me by surprise, my emotions entangled so deeply that I wanted nothing more than to stay in Ash’s story.

Stand, the last Sunder story about the mysterious and sweet Zee, stood tall on its own, a story of sun and storms that was the most bittersweet as it’s where the Bleeding Stars shine for the final time.

I got lost in Sunder. In the music. In the connection that was so clear in the four of them…So wild I couldn’t tell if it was my spirit or my feet that had been truly swept away.


I’m standing tall and proud, giving the biggest applause to Sunder, a band in a book that is so raw and real to me. This Sunder family and their music, these devastatingly beautiful books, OWN MY HEART FOR LIFE. There has never been a series that has meant more than this one. Sunder has been my life for years, so unequivocally entangled around every part of me, and I’m sad that it’s time to say: The End. The finality of this soul-shattering series strikes a chord of sadness through me. My heart is still in harmony with the BEST SERIES EVER, these devastatingly beautiful books, the Bleeding Stars. My soul will forever sing to Sunder.

These bad, bad boys meant something to these people. They had created something no one else could. Had a chemistry that could only be found in their bond. This mixed up, mismatched family.

Curtains down. Exit stage. The Sunder show is over for good.

I am seriously mourning the end of the Bleeding Hearts books, this ALL-STAR series, one that has now risen to my TOP SERIES of ALL TIME. How can it not with words that make me feel the whole time reading?!? Bleeding Stars should be renamed Bleeding Hearts because, with every book, my heart bled harder. My heart will forever bleed and beat for the Bleeding Stars, sank in Sunder. My soul will always sing to and soar with this soul-slaying series. Sunder, this beautiful band, a family that became my family, I FEEL YOU…now and forever.

No fear. Just life.

6 Devastatingly Beautiful and Brilliant Bleeding Stars but Worth the Whole Constellation

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Stand (Bleeding Stars, #6) 

A Bleeding Stars Standalone Novel

“PURE BEAUTY IN WORDS. Stand shatters and SINGS to the SOUL, making the heart both soar and bleed.” ~Karen, Bookalicious Babes Blog

Zachary Kennedy has never been known as a fighter, but he’ll never regret fighting for her…

I’m Zee Kennedy.

Quiet. Reserved. Predictable.

When my brother died, everyone thought I was just the good guy who stepped up to take his place in the band.

No one knew what I was hiding. The one thing I’ve been fighting for.

For seven years, I’ve never lost focus.

Not until one chance encounter with Alexis Kensington.

Now she’s become my greatest temptation.

I knew better than to touch her, but now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t get enough.

Her kiss becomes my air. Her body my salvation.

She needed a savior and somehow she became mine.

Taking her was a betrayal. But keeping her means risking everything.

One look at Alexis Kensington, and I know she’s worth the fight.

Will my past continue to keep me down or will I finally find the strength to pull myself up and Stand… 


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Review – Swear by Adriana Locke

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Of all the books in the Landry Family series, Ford’s book is definitely the one that I looked forward to the absolute most. We’ve heard about the mysterious Ford Landry since Sway, finding out that he served proudly in the military and lost the love of his life before he left. Now with Ford home in Savannah working in his own company, SWEAR tells the story that we’ve all be so anxiously awaiting.

Boy, was it worth the wait.

He’s let his brother’s girlfriend meddle with his dating life and has gone on some of the most boring but at least sexually gratifying dates – all so he can use a yoga studio. Who knew that his last set up would be the one that would bring the most important person he has ever known back to his life. It was supposed to be a quick favor to his brother. That favor would bring Ellie Pagan back to his life – and this time he’s not going to let her go.

Ellie wasn’t the same girl who Ford left so long ago. She’s grown up and moved on. She has a business to run and a chance to have everything she has ever wanted. But there is no mistaking the feelings that Ford Landry stirs in her heart and the heat he brings to her body. Still Ellie remembers the pain of him leaving her behind when he enlisted. Willful and stubborn, no way is Ellie going to risk her heart to this man with the body of a god and eyes that saw into her soul. No way is she going to let his touch affect her decision to simply stay away.

Don’t doubt a Landry. Ford wants Ellie back and he will do whatever it takes to make her see that they have to be together. Watching him fight for Ellie and for their future is heartwarming, endearing and totally swoon worthy. Throw in the rest of the Landry clan and prepare for laughter, heartfelt tears and the greatest unbroken bond of family… real family.

This story is astounding, and I couldn’t stop once I started. This is one of the most perfect second chance love stories. These two love each other so very much even with misunderstandings, heartbreak and ten years of hurt between them. Ford Landry is just one of the good guys that you root for with all your might. Ellie is right to have her misgivings about him, but she’s even more right to see if love can heal old wounds and make their relationship that much stronger. Gosh, I just loved these two together! Do they have just the hottest spark? Yes, oh my goodness, YES! But they have so much more. Time and distance hasn’t changed that. If anything, it’s made what they have so very special.

Truly wonderful! When I finished this book, I sighed with happiness and felt it all over. It was good, good, SO VERY DAMNED GOOD to be back in Savannah. Fantastic, Adriana!

5 Pinkie Swear Stars!


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Ellie Pagan has a list of reasons to stay away from Ford Landry.

It’s a mile long and was so much easier to stick to when he was a world away. Now that he’s standing in front of her—body hard and chiseled from a stint in the military, suit cut to perfection, and a smirk she could never resist—remembering all the reasons why just got a whole lot harder.

Ford gets Ellie isn’t his biggest fan. He just doesn’t care.

Standing in front of him, giving him hell, she’s even prettier than he remembered. All he can think about is how she felt in his arms, the taste of her kiss, the sound of her giggle in the middle of the night. He may not know how to win her back, but he does know this: he may have let her go once, but that’s one mistake he won’t make again.


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Our breathing quickens, the blues of his eyes growing stormy. A chill tears through me as he accidentally-on-purpose brushes his arm against mine. It’s like muscle memory, my body remembering exactly what to do around his.

My knees dip, my mouth waters, and I fight the ache in between my thighs as he looks down at me like it’s me he wants for dinner.

“What if I throw breakfast in afterwards?” he prods. “Does that make me, I mean it, more appetizing?”

That’s all it takes, that one little hint of arrogance, that brings me back to reality.

I flip him a smile. “It makes it less, actually.”

His own smile wavers. “I get that you probably hate me.”

“You’re right. I do.”

“I want the chance to explain.”

“You have the same chances of getting the chance to explain as I do of getting what every woman wants.”

“What’s that?”

I lean in, like I’m going to tell him a secret. Whispering, I say, “Being able to eat all the pizza and not gain an ounce.”

Turning on my heel, I head to the back as his chuckle fills the room. “That was good. I’ll give you that.”

I shrug and keep walking.

“You can at least let me apologize.”

The authority in his tone, like I owe him something, stops me in my tracks. I whirl around to face him. “You don’t deserve a chance to apologize to me.”

“I didn’t say I deserved it,” he says earnestly. “But I would love the opportunity to do so.” He forces a swallow, my eyes glued to his lips. “I would appreciate the chance to get to see you again.”

The snicker that comes from me is unexpected by both of us. “So charming. I forgot how good you are with words.”

“Does that mean that’s a yes?”

“That means that’s a no,” I smile. “That means I’m not about to let you come in here and look at me with those bright blue eyes and make me forget what it felt like to have you rip my heart out.”

He flinches. “I didn’t mean to do that, Ellie.”

“Don’t act surprised,” I laugh angrily. “There’s no way you thought I just went on with my life after you left. I dated you for four years, Ford. And after what we went through …”

It’s me gulping now, the anger so palpable that I almost have tears in my eyes. My hands shake as I remember the fight that ensued after he told me he was enlisting.

“You left me,” I repeat, shaking my head. “So leave me again. There’s the door. Should I hold it open for you this time?”

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Review – Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny by Cindi Madsen

Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny by Cindi Madsen

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I’ve been around the hockey romance book block a few times and have never seen a former puck bunny’s perspective. What a fresh and fun story! Sweet and sexy, Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny is a slow burn of a romance that oozes angst and pounds with passion!

Ryder and Lindsay’s explosive electricity was unstoppable! I felt their chemistry fused with angst combust! The passion fanned those flames of fire, sparking even more desire. How could I not fall for this amazing alpha who has a sweet side buried beneath all the sexy?!? With a hot, charming, caring, wealthy, and sweet alpha of a hero, Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny felt like a Cinderella fairy tale.

Like some of the most powerful drugs, all it took was one hit to be hooked—because I was definitely already addicted to the way Ryder Maddox kissed.

As much as their attraction is off-the-charts hot, Lindsay needs a delay in the game before she gets hurt like in the past. Her heart needs to be protected like a hockey puck, or Ryder will never score in this game of love.

What if we crash and burn?

I SWOONED HARD, my soul soared high, and my heart was hit like a hockey puck over this sweet and smoldering story. Cindi Madsen thrust me into the thrilling hockey world, painting a vivid picture where I was at the games feeling the ache of these characters and the adrenaline rush of hockey, and it was one enthralling experience. I WAS ALL IN AND IT WAS SO PUCKING GOOD!

“If things were different…I could really see myself slipping.”

“Just slip.” I reached up and ran my thumb across her bottom lip, my blood pumping hotter at her sharp exhale.

“I’ll catch you.”

🌟🌟🌟🌟 Pucking Good Stars 

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Confession #1: I used to be a puck bunny, but after a hockey player broke my heart, I gave up all things hockey. Now I’m just focused on finding a way to pass my math class so I can graduate college.

Confession #2: Ryder “Ox” Maddox’s deep, sexy voice sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I’m powerless to stop it. Which is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player is my new math tutor.

Confession #3: I can’t stop thinking about how ripped Ryder is from all his hockey training, and how fun it’d be to cross lines with him.

Confession #4: I kissed a hockey player and I liked it.

Confession #5: If I’m not careful, I might relapse and fall for Ryder, and then I’ll be totally pucked.

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Review – Going In Deep by Carly Phillips


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I’ll admit it. From the first three books of this series, I hated Julian. He was a selfish, self-centered prick set on destroying the three people that at one time he called friends… his brothers. More than that, he decimated a woman who had her own challenges to face. Mental illness is such a mountain to climb anyway. To take advantage of someone in such a handicapped state? How could he be redeemed? How?

The Julian Day of Going In Deep is not the same man I met previously. He’s calmer, more contrite. More responsible and yes, more sorry for what he did and the man that he was. He’s admitted that he is an addict and his addiction colored his life. He’s a changed man. Kendall Parker is a big part of that change. He’s determined to be better and to make amends with the one person who was hurt the most by his actions.

Kendall isn’t the same Kendall Parker that I met previously either. She’s found her purpose in her work with rescue dogs. She’s found the right medications that let her function and get through her days. Her sister and her husband love her. Still her heart hurts. Even after everything that has happened, Kendall still has feelings for Julian. She can’t forget him. When Julian makes it his mission to prove to her that he has changed and wants a second chance with her, will Kendall be able to see the man that Julian has become?

So here’s where I admit something else. I didn’t think that Julian could change. I didn’t think he deserved a second chance, but I was wrong. Very wrong. Carly wrote a truly wonderful story for Julian. His back story was painful, and the more I learned the more I found myself falling so hard for him, rooting for him and Kendall. I mean cheering for them with all that I had. Julian EARNS his second chance and never takes it for granted. I was so impressed by Kendall. She found her voice in all of the chaos of her life. She wanted Julian and the love the two of them shared. And the chemistry… and they have it. Time and distance hasn’t dulled the pull these two have.

This story is one of such incredible triumphant for two people who were once so broken and found their missing pieces in each other. Carly addresses mental illness and addiction with such clarity and honestly. Julian and Kendall have such a real love… the kind of love that makes redemption, forgiveness and friendship possible. Amazing love story, Carly, and a brilliant ending to another wonderful Phillips series.

5 Redemption Stars!




Going in Deep, an all-new sexy and emotional second chance standalone by Carly Phillips is now available now!!

He isn’t Mr. Nice Guy…

Julian Dane thought he’d hit rock bottom — until he met a woman (isn’t that what they all say?). He used her and broke her heart. Now he wants to turn things around but the damage he dealt stands in his way.

Kendall Parker’s unique issues have made it hard to live a normal life. Very few people understand her and she trusts even less … but she believed in Julian once, and he only betrayed her.

Now Julian is back — a new man — and determined to win Kendall’s heart. But this reformed bad boy just might find that Going in Deep is harder than it looks.

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New leash and collar in hand, Julian walked into For Paws to pick up his new dog. He was excited to have a pet, happy to know he’d have company, and dammit, looking forward to seeing Kendall again.

When he arrived, she was nowhere to be found. Josie, the other woman he’d met, walked him through the signing of the paperwork, reiterated his responsibilities, and congratulated him on his new family member.

“Are you ready to go get him?” she asked, oblivious to Julian’s disappointment in missing out on his chance to see Kendall again.

“Sure thing. Let’s go get Steve.” He followed her through the back door and into the area where the dogs were kept.

He glanced down the row to Steve’s pen, where to his surprise, Kendall sat with his dog on her lap, petting his head and talking to him in a soft voice.

Julian let out a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding, relief and pleasure suffusing him in equal measure. He wouldn’t have to leave without talking to Kendall.

“You’re going to a good home,” Kendall said softly, unaware they were behind her. “You’ll be well fed and loved. And even if I won’t see you anymore, I’ll always remember you.”

“It’s hard for us not to get attached,” Josie explained quietly. “Kendall has a soft spot for Steve because he’s been here for such a long time.” Josie treated him to a warm smile. “I’ll leave you now. Kendall can get you settled from here.”

Josie stepped away, heading back to the front office. Julian stood in silence, watching Kendall. Her head was bent low, her long ponytail falling over one shoulder, her neck exposed. The desire to glide his lips over the exposed skin was strong. The urge to mark her there, even stronger.

Something about Kendall affected him deeply.

As he walked quietly closer to the pen, once again he was struck by the quiet strength in her now, the even keel to her mood compared to before. He’d known she was smart, but this woman clearly had depths he hadn’t seen or plummed. And he realized how much he wanted to know her again. To learn who she was now and to introduce her to the man he’d become. The one he wanted to be, in part, for her.

At the realization, he blew out a sharp breath.

As if sensing him, she looked up. She stood, the gray dog still in her arms.

He smiled. “Mind if I ask you something?”

“Go on,” she said warily.

He took in the protective way she cuddled Steve against her chest. Steve wasn’t tiny, and it couldn’t have been easy to hold him for long.

“Why didn’t you take him? You’re obviously bonded,” he said, as the dog licked her neck. The lucky bastard.

She sighed. “My building has a one dog only rule. And you’ve met Waffles. Besides, we can’t save them all ourselves, as Josie likes to remind me.”

He inclined his head. “Then your loss is my gain.”

She shifted the dog and held him out for Julian. He accepted his new pet, juggling him with the leash, and held him up, meeting his gaze. “Looks like it’s you and me, Bud. You ready for your new life?”

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Review – Until Sage by Aurora Rose Reynolds

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I recently told Aurora that when I came back in the next life, I want to be the girl that a Mayson falls for. I meant it! With every Until Him book in this series, the Mayson men get sexier, make my heart swoon harder and their leading ladies make the stories of finding the BOOM just that much more enjoyable. Unil Sage is one amazing read that I just couldn’t put down. Sage Mayson is his father, Nico, all over. It simply doesn’t matter at all that Sage is adopted. Sage is a Mayson from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

Kimberly Cullen had her world turned upside down in just 24 hours by the sexy man with the beautiful eyes who came to her rescue. They had an undeniable connection. They had something that could have changed everything. But circumstances and a vindictive identical twin destroy what could have been. When Sage learns the truth, he sorry for his harsh, angry words and actions but Kim won’t forgive or forget. He tries and fails. Repeatedly.

Failure is not an option for a Mayson, especially when the BOOM has happened.

Sage is not going to be denied, and he’s willing to fight to claim what is his. He’s persistent, sweet and endearing. He’s protective and determined to show Kim that they can be happy together, to prove to her that those first 24 hours changed his life, too. Kim knows that she has never felt for anyone what she feels for Sage, and she’s tired of fighting what she feels. She wants to be happy and her life has not been easy. Why not give Sage the chance to be everything she could ever hope for?

The going for these two is not easy but the end of the journey was spectacular! So many steamy moments… Sage is not over the top alpha like his father but in his own way shows the same dominant streak and strength. His love for Kim is so evident, and he knows that he cannot waste the second chance that she has given him. Kim has her own insecurities and revelations that must be faced. The past rears its ugly head and the couple have obstacles to face together. Leave it to Sage to power through obstacles the way his parents have taught him and by the examples his family has shown him. Nothing is stopping him from having it all with Kim.

Aurora Rose Reynolds has given us another fantastic addition to the Until series! Sage and Kim have such a beautiful love story. This book is unlike any in the series. Filled with twists and turns, tragedy, heartbreak and forgiveness. Love done the Mayson way. So very well done, ARR! Very well done indeed!

5 Sweet second chances Stars!


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Sage Mayson had Kimberly Cullen once, and the memory of that brief encounter has tortured him since the moment he pushed her away. He should have followed his gut, but he didn’t, and now he’s left watching the woman he wants more than anything from afar.

Kimberly vowed to protect her heart from Sage, but when her sister is murdered and her world starts to fall apart, he’s the one person she finds herself leaning on.

Getting a second chance is something Sage knows is rare. He’s not going to squander the one he’s been given, and he won’t take no for an answer when it comes to making Kim his.

But what Sage doesn’t know is Kim has a secret that could leave them both devastated and heartbroken.

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“He apologized. Don’t you think you should do the polite thing and at least hear him out?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know, or you’re just too scared to find out what will happen if you do?”
“Do we have to do this right now?” I sigh, and he tosses his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side.
“We’ve been doing this for months now. I’ve seen the way you look at him when you think no one will notice, and I see the way he looks at you, not giving a fuck if everyone sees. Even when he thought you and I were a thing, he still made it perfectly clear to those who were watching that if by some chance he got a shot, you would be his.”
“I really think you are reading way too much into this.”
“Am I?”

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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

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Review – Worship Me by Chelle Bliss 

Worship Me by Chelle Bliss

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

There are some series that I could read until the characters are old and gray…ones that I will always want and always NEED!!! Chelle Bliss’ Men of Inked series is one I read shortly after book one and could READ FOREVER!!! Every story in this series is SENSATIONAL. These characters, which now span three generations, are so near and dear to my heart. Being reunited with the Gallos is like coming home to friends, family, and everything familiar. For me, the Men of Inked series IS HOME.

Chelle Bliss’ latest Men of Inked story, Worship Me, is SWEET NOSTALGIA and NIRVANA. It’s like being wrapped in a cozy blanket and feeling warm and loved. The depth and devotion of this great Gallo family is like no other. Their bond is incredible and their banter-—sometimes bold, often playful, and always loving—could be that of so many tight-knit families. I just LOVE this great Gallo family!

Izzy and James are BACK and better than ever!!! I melted as these beautiful words showed just how powerful Izzy and James’ bond is, a forever love.

There were very few people in this world that could make do anything, but James had a power over me since the first night I met him.

This couple keeps the SASS and SPICE in their marriage FIRE-HOT.

The man was a beast in the sack and the best verbal sparring partner I’d ever had.

James and Izzy both still give as good as they get, dishing out sass fused with smolder, making for one COMBUSTIBLE CONNECTION!

“You never have enough. It’s why I own you.”

“Baby, we own each other.”

No man is strong or brave enough to handle Izzy except her all-alpha hero, James.

Izzy…she was my everything. From the moment I set eyes on her, I knew she’d be mine.

Oh James! I MELTED, turning into both molten lava and mush from sweet and seductive words. So much SWOON!!! This man is PERFECTION, one hot hero packin’ heat and heart!!!

The interwoven characters and plot fuse together flawlessly. These characters CAPTIVATE so much, getting so close that you’ll swear these Gallows are real. I know them so well. They are real, right?!?

Scorching, sassy, tender, and thrilling, Worship Me captivates from beginning to end! The slice of suspense along with super sexy scenes made this trip to Gallow Land oh-so-THRILLING. UTTERLY INTOXICATING!!!

Worship Me stole my heart again and again. I fell in love many times, and can’t love this Gallo family enough. This story soothed my soul. I smiled and swooned…so full of AWE and LOVE! This book is PURE BLISS!!!

Chelle Bliss has created magic in these mesmerizing and meaningful Men of Inked books that melts hearts and elicits emotions in the BEST WAY. I WORSHIP this UNSTOPPABLE and UNFORGETTABLE series, one I’ll treasure forever. This spellbinding story and series are far from over, and I can’t wait for the next reunion.

We weren’t the cool kids. We were the middle-aged but still killing it.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 ‘worship-filled’ stars

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James Caldo needs to control everything in his life, even his wife, Izzy Gallo. But she’s headstrong and has a need to test her husband’s limits as much as he pushes hers.

When a case at ALFA Private Investigation takes a dark turn, James is forced to get Izzy involved in an undercover sting, and the assignment will test her sexual boundaries as well as the very foundation of their relationship.
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Review- Lie To Me by Amber Bardan

My rating is 5 out of 5 stars

This book was recommended to me by someone. I had no idea what the book was about and the author was new to me. Let me tell you. Neda completely got this matchup right for my reading tastes.

This book was seriously HOT!! At the same time, be prepared to get the script flipped and your jaw to drop. I cannot wait to read more by this author.

Amber Bardan returns with a heart-stopping third installment in her high-octane, highly addictive Bad For You series

A fling with her best friend’s reclusive business partner should’ve been harmless.

When Emma meets him, the only way she’s looking to be tied down is in the literal sense. But Avner—shady hacker, off-the-books investigator, occasional spy—takes her breath away. He’s the first man who doesn’t turn to mush under her sexual spell: a fact that makes what’s between them very different, and very real.

Beautiful and uninhibited, Emma is everything Avner thought she would be and more. Yet his deadly past and dark duties can never be forgotten…not even as he succumbs to their seductive intimacy. But for the first time he’s after something of his own, as well.

And now that he’s found Emma, he’ll protect her, no matter what. Because anything worth loving is worth fighting for.

But nothing about Avner is remotely harmless.

Soon, Avner has infiltrated Emma’s personal life, stalled her carrier and nearly destroyed everything she’s worked for—all in the name of protection. Desperate and heartbroken, drawn into a secret criminal underworld in her quest for understanding, Emma discovers the truth: Avner’s secrets are far more devastating than his lies.

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Her foot landed on mine, the point of her heel slamming my toes. “Whoops, sorry.”
I hauled her close. Her hips met mine, and I held her right there, stopped among the other dancers celebrating Haithem and Angelina’s wedding.
I’d offended her, it seemed.
A smile itched through me. That’s what I’d done. Offended her pride and now she was out for blood.
My blood.
Any way she could get it. And she was almost tempting enough to willingly bleed for.
I leaned to her ear, the perfect little shell exposed by the formal arrangement of her hair. Exposed like the stretch of her smooth white neck begging for the scrape of my teeth. “You could allow me to lead.”
The night we met she returned to the suite with Haithem without offering me another look. Whatever my friend said to her was enough to quell what we’d started. And hadn’t I behaved? Hadn’t I done the same?
I’d kept my eyes, my hands, my desire, my cock to myself.
She’d lasted a day before her lusty little gaze sauntered back to me. One day without me reacting to cause her to prove what I wouldn’t show—yes, I wanted her.
“I bet you like that, don’t you?” Her throaty feminine tone breezed right back into my own ear, dripping with honeyed seduction. Like she knew exactly what to say and how to say it to bring a man to his knees.
No guile or coyness.
Need blasted through me. My fingers tightened on her. Woman. So much woman, her confidence as alluring as it was compelling.
Confidence that made me want to find out exactly what she was made of.
“I do.” I released that confession, then stepped forward and moved her across the dance floor. Until now, I’d waited for her to allow me to lead—now I simply did. Directing both of our bodies as one, gliding us around the floor. Her muscles released and she gave in. 
I tipped her. Her back arched over my arm, chest out, head back. My vision blurred with the vision of having her arch like that in my bed.
That’s exactly where I’d have her soon enough.
I hauled her back up to me. “But you have no idea how much you’re going to enjoy it.”
Her eyes flared. I spun us around.
She held on to me, and laughed.
Like the first time I’d heard the joyful sound, something buried deep and knotted inside me—memories of a good life—released.
A hungry, aching lust burned through me.
I wanted that joy, just a taste of it.
My gaze traveled over the guests to the villa where Haithem and Angelina had already retired for their wedding night.
Haithem ordered me not to have her. Perhaps he remembered the Avner from college. The one who’d had girls and toyed with them.
The one for whom sex was sport.
The song switched to something slower. I dragged her in, no longer waltzing, succumbing to the sway of a slow dance. I absorbed the last shudder of her laughter as it trailed off. Let it warm and thaw the bleak part of me that had forgotten what happiness felt like.
That old Avner was gone. Perhaps Haithem knew that.
Perhaps that’s what had him afraid.
Because this Avner had not had a woman in years. This Avner had become obsessive. Locked in a lifestyle that stripped the world of warmth.
Until now.
She placed her hand on the back of my neck and drew me down. “Come to my room.”
Need curled tight within me.
She’s family, Haithem told me. Emma is off limits—not for sport.
I drew back. Her cheeks flushed. She took a shaky breath, that magnificent confidence of hers seeming to quiver for a moment as she waited for an answer.
So be it. The choice couldn’t be clearer.
I had years of self-deprivation to make up for. When I took Emma it wouldn’t be for sport, we’d bask in this feeling.
The way she looked at me right now, breathless in anticipation—she felt it too.
There was one thing for it.
I’d make her mine.




After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.

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Review – Sweetest Obsession by Ann Mayburn

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First impressions of Ramon Cordova? He’s over the top, brash, sexist and a total jerk. An absolute asshole of the highest proportions. But keep reading and you learn that the youngest of the Cardova cartel is fiercely loyal, seriously sexy and very much enamoured with his Joy.

First impressions of Joy? She’s a spitfire in a tiny delicious body that any man would want to claim. But more than that she’s tough as nails, strong and compassionate. She’s fearless and not afraid to stand up and defend herself or her friends. It’s easy to see what Ramon sees in her and to understand the lengths that he would go to to protect her and a future they could have together.

One thing is for certain – Ann Mayburn definitely knows her way around alpha males and mafias, whether they are cartels, bratvas or MCs. She pegged Ramon brilliantly. I wanted to hate Ramon and I tried. I really did. It was the same with Leo in the first book of the series. But the more I read of Ramon, the more I fell for him and began to understand how the one act of a trusted family member’s betrayal – a woman’s betrayal – changed the dynamics of the Cordova family. Ramon is as sexy as he is sly, as loving as he is harsh and hateful. But he’s met his match in Joy. She can take as well as she can give but she knows she’s safest with Ramon. She may not like his bossy outdated ways but he makes her life make sense. They instant chemistry, even from their first disastrous meeting.

This story was wonderfully paced, full of action and suspense with twists and turns at every corner. The Cordovas grabbed me from the first page. There were jaw dropping moments as well as heartbreaking ones. I especially liked that Obession and Sweetest Obession seemed to overlap and there was more of Hannah and Leo’s story. Ramon and Joy are so sexy and so steamy. Wowzers! But have no doubt, the show stealer was definitely the very scary but even more wonderful Mrs. Cordova. Don’t cross this woman…. ever.

I’m excited for more stories from the Cordova cartel! Great job, Ann!

5 Cartel is Life Stars!


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This is a STANDALONE insta-obsession erotic romance set in the Cordova Empire series (no cheating-HEA-no cliffhanger)


In my family, there’s an old story going back generations about love at first sight. I used to think it was a fairytale, until I met my sweet Joy. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted her. But the world of the cartels is a dangerous place, so I watched her from afar, wishing things were different and I could claim her for my own. Despite my best efforts to keep her safe, evil found Joy. After she endured a savage beating at the hands of a rival cartel, I vowed to do everything in my power to make her mine and win her heart. I can only pray that when she finds out the truth about me, and the things I’ve done to bind her to me forever, that she’ll be able to love the monster I really am.


Without a doubt, Ramon Cordova is one of the biggest jerks I’ve ever met. He’s egotistical, bossy, and seems to know how to push all my buttons. Too bad he’s also sinfully handsome, utterly charming when he wants to be, and is the only man I feel safe with. After the attack, I’ve become afraid of the world outside of my home—afraid of crowds, afraid of loud noises, afraid of everything. When I’m in Ramon’s strong arms, those fears melt away. I know there’s a darkness inside of him that he tries to hide, and I’m afraid that when I finally find out the secrets he’s been keeping, he’ll destroy what’s left of my battered heart.

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I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest, the steady thrum of his heart giving me something to focus on other than my growing panic, a distraction I desperately needed. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually clingy like this.”

“I know.”


“Hannah’s talked a lot about you. Especially how strong you are, how you basically rescued her from the abusive fucks she calls parents. You were a little girl, and still you recognized she needed help and you made sure she got it.”

Blushing, I fingered the soft material of his t-shirt. “Anyone would have done that.”

“No, sweetheart. I wish that was true, ‘cause the world could use more people like you, but it’s not. Reality is, most of us are selfish fucks and assholes.”

“Which one are you?”

He grinned. “Both. You know it’s true. Think about how I was when we first met. So wrapped up in my own bullshit, I was just lashing out at anyone that came near me. Don’t tell me you weren’t pissed at me over my shit attitude.”

Leaning back in his arms, I didn’t fight him when he took the lapel of my robe and dried my tears with a gentle touch that melted me. “You were such an asshole.”

“I was, and I’m sorry. Like I said before, I was going through some shit at the time and feeling angry at the world.”

A tiny ball of hurt that I’d still carried around somewhere buried deep inside of me dissolved and I reached up, cupping his cheek and enjoying his smooth, warm skin. He’d shaved for me, and his dark skin was like rough velvet beneath my fingertips. For a moment, I simply enjoyed touching him, and Ramón seemed to revel in the attention. His full lips parted and a look of peace came over his face that nearly broke my heart.

Clearing my throat, I said, “I forgive you. But if you ever pull shit like that with me again, I’ll kidney punch you. Normally, I’d say I’d knock you out, but you’re so big I’ll have to stick with your kidney.”

“I appreciate that,” he said with a wry smile, the pine green flecks in his eyes fascinating me as he leaned closer.

Shifting on his lap so I straddled him, I tried to keep from wincing when he grabbed my hip to help steady me. He was a big man and I was stretched wide over his pelvis. It made my sore muscles ache. I had a rather spectacular deep purple and green bruise going from my hip to my ribs from where I’d been kicked repeatedly, and the area was super tender. Ramón’s grin faded and he ran his fingers down my cheek until they rested lightly on my pulse. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little uncomfortable there.”

To my shock, he yanked my robe up to reveal my naked, bruised side.

He sucked in a hiss of air and started to speak, but before he could, I smacked him across the face, hard, then yanked my robe closed. “How dare you!”

Instead of getting pissed, Ramón grinned as he rubbed his jaw, and I wondered if he was seeing a therapist regularly. “Sorry, got carried away.”

I tried to get out of his arms, but he merely tightened his grip. “Get your hands off me you—you super douche.”

Our struggles made the shoulder of the overly large robe slip down, almost revealing my entire breast.

Ramón froze and let out a low, feral groan. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. You have no idea how much I want to suck on those big, chocolate nipples of yours, Joy. Will you let me do that? Let me draw as much of your luscious tit into my mouth as I can? Let me bite you, suck you, tease you?”

My mouth hung open, words failing me as he easily held both my wrists with one hand, then gently—almost reverently—lowered the robe until my breast was fully revealed. We both looked down at my exposed flesh, my already tight nipple growing even stiffer beneath our combined gaze. Another one of those sexy as hell, animalistic growls escaped Ramón, and I quivered in response.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his mouth to my breast, then paused with his lips almost brushing the tip. “Give me permission, Joy.”

My pussy pulsed to the beat of my heart, and my inner thighs were wet with my desire. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was going to go up in flames. The moist, hot air from his mouth felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I wanted more of this amazing sensation. “Please.”

His tongue burned me as it brushed over the aching tip of my breast, the thundering of my heart surely audible to him. My whole body was flushed with desire, and I felt so very alive as he drew my breast into his mouth, sucking much harder than most guys usually do at first. The almost painful pressure was bliss for me, enough stimulation to actually get me off. His rhythmic sucking had my hips rocking against his shorts-covered erection. Shivers of pleasure ran through me as my clit ground down on the fly of his shorts. The thickness of his cock had me so hungry for him that I was close to orgasm just from grinding on him.

Releasing my nipple with an audible pop, he groaned. “Are you wet for me? Gonna come for me?”

I could only nod as my eyes closed fully, my body preparing for my release.

Before I could get there, Ramón flipped me onto the bed on my back, once again treating me like his little sex doll to throw around. “First time I make you cum, it’s gonna be on my face.”

I couldn’t even take a moment to become self-conscious before he spread my robe open and shoved his broad shoulders between my thighs. It was during moments like this that I was reminded of how much bigger he was than me, how I must look like a curvy version of Tinkerbell in his presence. My legs had to stretch wide to accommodate him, and the muscles along his neck flexed as he snarled at me.

Seriously, he fucking snarled, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Grasping healthy handfuls of my generous ass with a firm grip, he lifted my pussy to his mouth and gave my slit a nice, long lick. Then another. Tingles raced up and down my spine, sending sparkles of pleasure through me. Gasping, I gave into temptation and plunged my hands into his long hair, loving the way it felt between my fingers as I fisted it.

Tugging slightly against my grip, he leaned up enough to meet my gaze over the generous curves of my body.

More tingles this time, bigger sparkles that threatened to turn into all out flames.

After giving the well-trimmed dark blonde hair on my mound a kiss, he said, “Love how big your clit is, how it’s sticking out and begging for me to give it a nice suck.”

I couldn’t respond, struck dumb by the sound of his deep, accented voice telling me such deliciously dirty things. His breath warmed my already hot flesh and the very tip of his tongue brushed lightly over my nub. Normally, oral sex wasn’t all that exciting for me. It was rare that I was able to get off from having my pussy eaten, something I’d always felt weird about. I mean, what woman said ‘meh’ to being kissed between her legs? My friends would talk about how many times their guys had made them come, and I’d just smile and pretend I knew exactly what they were talking about. I often found myself too worried about how I looked, smelled, and tasted to get into a guy slobbering around down there.

With Ramón’s gifted mouth between my legs, I got it.

As he suckled my clit, stars burst behind my eyes, and I let out a choked sound of pleasure.

He was amazing. A master at working me up quicker than anyone ever had before. But he wasn’t rushing me. Oh no, he was being exquisitely gentle, making me focus on every nuance of his touch, making me ache for him. He licked around the entrance of my body, penetrating it just enough with his tongue to tease me. Evidently, I loved being teased. It wasn’t something any other lover of mine had done before. At least not successfully. Teasing took time, it took paying attention to your partner, and it took skill. Ramón had all three in spades, and I think I might have told him I loved his tongue as he began to slowly fuck me with it.

Never had I been with a man who was so focused on me, and I found the attention utterly blissful.

His nose brushed my clit with each thrust. I began to make grunting noises that I would have found embarrassing in normal circumstances. With Ramón’s massive shoulders stretching me wide, his big hands massaging my ass as he fucked my body on his face, I couldn’t find a single fuck to give about how crazy I sounded.

My gasps and the wet sound of Ramón licking between the folds of my labia filled my world as my eyes closed and my head rolled on my neck like I was drunk. He took the swollen bud of my clitoris into his mouth before ever so gently flicking his tongue over the tip.

I cried out then sat up enough to bury my hands deeper in his hair, holding him to me as my body flushed with heat and the tension built inside of me. Thankfully, Ramón didn’t pull away, instead increasing his suction until my whole body tensed, harder, harder still, then everything inside of me shattered. Waves of euphoric bliss washed through me and I knew I was babbling something that sounded like thank you to Ramón’s spectacular lips, but I didn’t care what the hell I was saying. This orgasm was better than anything I’d ever experienced, his erotic teasing making the release exceptionally strong, and I rode his face hard as he held me tight.

Hypersensitive now, I tried to push his head away but he kept licking me, toying with me as I begged him to stop, that it was too much. Oversensitive pain mixed with pleasure confused my mind, and I gave up tugging at his head, instead falling back on the bed fully and grasping handfuls of the bunched up comforter. Ramón made a pleased sound and threw my shaking legs over his shoulders as he opened me further to his mouth. He was a man on a mission. As he began to fuck me with his tongue again, that wonderful heat coiled tighter in my pelvis, letting me know I might get my first chance at having multiple orgasms with a man. My body twisted in his hard grasp, driven higher by the sounds of him licking and sucking at my sopping wet pussy. I’m naturally a well-lubed girl, and men in the past had been put off by it, but Ramón seemed to love literally licking me clean.

He licked up every drop of pleasure my body had to offer with an enthusiasm that bordered on animalistic. Stretching my legs wider, I relaxed and sighed as his soft, fluttering tongue strummed my clit. It was so nice to have full confidence that he was enjoying himself, that he wasn’t just doing this to make me happy. The way he rubbed his pelvis against the bed, as if fucking it, sent tingles of pleasure down my spine.

“Show me your clit,” he whispered against my wet labia, “Pull those pretty butterfly lips of yours apart.”

While some women had a nice, neat pussy with everything tucked up inside, my inner lips extended past my outer labia, and I had some body issues in the past with the way my inner labia was longer than what seemed to be normal. Some of the guys in my school in Junior High, during sex ed, had made fun of the drawing of a vagina in our sex ed text book, talking to each other in hushed whispers about meaty flaps and other offensive shit like that. Intellectually, I know all women’s bodies are beautiful, but part of me will be forever scared by those guy’s careless words.

Except with Ramón. I wanted to show myself to him. To watch him enjoy my body.

Slipping my fingers between his mouth and my sex, I held both my outer and inner labia open, showing him how my pussy went from soft brown on the outside, to bright pink within. He smiled down at me, then began to lap at my exposed clit before grasping it between his teeth by the base, hard. I gasped, the pain strong enough that I let my pussy go and grabbed his hair instead.


He began to gently nibble on my clit and I cried out his name as my hips bucked, feeling incredibly empty.

“Please, Ramón, more.”

“Beg me.”


“You want more, you tell me what you want and beg me for it.” He returned to tormenting me, holding me still and forcing me to endure his sharp bites and blissfully gentle kisses. “Tell me what you need, Joy, and I’ll give it to you—always. But in my own time. You won’t rush my enjoyment of you. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I need to do this for you. I need to know I’m makin’ you happy. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

“I need your fingers inside of me.”

“Ask nicely.”

“What?” I groaned out as he rimmed the entrance to my body with one thick finger.

“Ask me nicely.”

I wanted to strangle him, but I was so horny I wasn’t above pleading for release. The idea actually turned me on—asking him for pleasure knowing he’d give it to me. Plus, I think he liked it when I gave in to his sensual demands.

“Please, Ramón, will you put two of your fingers inside my pussy and fuck me with them?”

My request lit a fire in his eyes that made my pussy clench. Oh yeah, he liked it when I did what he wanted. I wanted him to be as crazy with lust as I was, to know I wasn’t alone in this bizarre, overwhelming attraction. He consumed me and the strength of my attraction to him was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Electric, amazing, and totally addictive.

Being shy in bed has never been one of my issues. I admit, it’s hard to make me orgasm on the first, second, or even third date. If I didn’t tell men right out the gate what I liked, we’d play a guessing game that usually ended with me sexually frustrated and them sweating like they’d just run a marathon. That also meant I appreciated it when a man was upfront with me with what he liked. I got off on making whoever I was with feel good. I loved my partner having an orgasm almost as much as I liked them myself. I wanted to blow their mind. To be the best they’d ever had.

Things didn’t always work out that way, but I needed Ramón to want me as much as I wanted him. This pull between us was far too strong to resist, and I shuddered as he kissed my inner thigh while whispering something appreciative against my skin. He was saying something about the kind of softness that made him hard. I think he was talking about my more than ample, dimpled thighs, but the man was totally enthralled by my body. That in itself wasn’t unusual. See, a lot of guys have a secret—or not so secret—desire for very curvy girls. If the way he was worshiping my body was any indication, Ramón was one of those men, for sure. He squeezed my thigh with his hard grip, and the heat, the lust coming off him overwhelmed me.

I waited until he looked up at me, his skin so dark against my golden tan, and my hips lifted to his mouth involuntarily as I took in the pure need in his gaze. We were on fire together, and I loved the fact that I could make him burn. I wanted more, wanted to see him lose control, but I had a feeling he never allowed that to happen. Knowing this only made me want to tease him more.

“Ramón…” I made sure to roll the r in his name, turning it into a purr. “I need two of your big fingers inside my pussy, please. I feel so empty, so tight. I need you to stretch me open while you lick my clit and make up to it for being so rough.”

His dark eyebrows rose, and I had about a second to read the pleased shock in his expression before it turned to fierce pleasure. “Anything for my woman.”

Once again, Ramón was perfect.

The slow, scissoring thrust of his fingers, the feeling of his thumb rubbing against my clit with unhurried strokes, tore a moan from me that was shockingly loud.

Ramón laughed, the jerk, but his voice was strained as he said, “You make being good so very, very difficult.”

“I…never understand you.”

My words came out in breathy pants, and I could feel the flush of heat moving from my chest and up my neck. The need to cum quickly became a physical ache, and I sobbed his name as he replaced his thumb with his lips on my distended clit. I had no shame as I rode his face and fingers, screaming when he began to rub my g-spot. I’ve had super wet orgasms because of g-spot play before, and I knew some guys were freaked out by it, so I tried to warn him.

“Wait, Ramón, I’m going—”

“To squirt in my mouth? I know.”

I could only moan in reply.

Dirty, he is so wonderfully dirty.

Shivers ran from the pit of my belly all the way to my scalp as I felt both frozen and burning alive. I was so sensitive, so aware and in the moment, wrapped up in his open adoration of my body. Remembering he was a sexist asshole was impossible when he began to curl his fingers inside my pussy while he flicked his tongue over my clit.

“You sure?”

His gaze lifted to mine and my breath caught in my throat at the pure dominance shining deep within his hazel eyes. This was the man that lay beneath the civilized surface he projected to the world. This was the animal that really ruled his spirit. It was a crazy thought, but didn’t seem any less true as I felt my body submit to him. The strength left my limbs, and I felt strangely relaxed, yet so incredibly turned on. He smiled at me with genuine happiness as I let my hands fall back to the soft, cool sheets.

“I’m a man of my word, Joy. When I say something, I mean it. This is all new to you, I get it, but you’ll learn that when I give you my word, I keep it. Now, I promise you, I’d fucking love to have you soak my face in your cum. Give it to me.”


“No, say ‘Yes, Ramón.’”

That tingle like glitter in my blood raced through me again. “Yes, Ramón.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea the terrible, nasty things I want to do to you.” He gave my pussy a soft kiss then whispered, “I’m thirsty, give me your sweet cum to drink down.”


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Ann Mayburn

With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as muchd etail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she’s weird, and that sarcasm doesn’t translate well via text.

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