Review  – Break of Day by Andie Christopher 



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

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

Title: Break of Day

Author: Andie J. Christopher

Series: One Night in South Beach #2

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: Sept 12, 2017

Length: 62,000 words

Blurb:
One Mistake

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

 

 One Temptation

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

 

No Restraints 

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

Find out more at: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | GooglePlay

One mistake, one temptation, no restraints.

Follow the tour and enter to #win a $25 Amazon Gift Card or one of five digital copies of Stroke of Midnight

Enter at: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b050ef29416/?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s Tia Lola?”

“You mean Señora Hernandez?”

“Do you ever answer questions without questions?”

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

“Stop calling me that.”

“Answer my questions.”

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

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

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

“I’m a photojournalist.”

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

“Can you please go put some pants on?”

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

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

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great aunt.”

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

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

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

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

He did not have time for this shit. 


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

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

You can visit her online at the following places: Website Facebook | Twitter Goodreads | Amazon | BookBub | Instagram | Pinterest

Follow the tour and enter to #win a $25 Amazon Gift Card or one of five digital copies of Stroke of Midnight

September 11th

Books,Dreams,Life

Hike2Forty and beyond

I Love Romance

Kari’s Book Reviews and Revelations

RoloPoloBookBlog

I libri: il mio passato, il mio presente e il mio futuro

Not Enough Tomes

Reese’s Review

Teatime and Books

The World As I See It

September 12th

Literary Gossip

Read-Love-Blog

Cathy’s World

Ebook Indulgence

KeyReadThat

Lover of Big Books Cannot Lie

OMGreads

Romance Book Review For You

The Avid Reader

Those Crazy Book Chicks

September 13th

Joyfully Reviewed

A small girl, her man and her books

Celticlady’s Reviews

Evermore Books

Life at 17

Lovinghotbooks

Once Upon a Book Blog

Romance Reviews Today Blog

The Power of Three Readers

Victoria’s Thoughts and Reviews

September 14th

Always Awry

Inside the mind of an avid reader

The Sassy Bookster

Fiona Reads and FoodSpots

Lisa Book Blog @ LEL

Naughty Mom Story Time

Port Jericho

Smut Lovers Wonderland

The Silver Dagger Scriptorium

We All Make Mistakes in Books

September 15th

Bookaliciousbabes blog

Cat’s Guilty Pleasure

cuz I’m a nerd

For Love of Books4

Lisa Loves Books

nikkis book nook

Quite The Novel Idea

TBR Book Blog

The Voluptuous Book Diva

Yearwood La Novela

Audio Tour w/ Review  –  Live Wire by Cristin Harber

Wow that short book packed one hell of a punch. I also admit I haven’t read any of the Titan books but still absolutely loved this book. Its like a full length novel packed into 100 pages. I even read the last chapter with blurry vision from the happy tears. Steamy, action packed goodness is what you will find. I especially recommend for those of you that want a follow up on your favorite couples from the Titan series. I also reviewed the audio version and it was spectacular. You are really able to feel sucked into the story. Great job as always Cristin. 

About LIVE WIRE by Cristin Harber

Titan Group is expanding. New recruits mean Jared Westin has potential new hires to scrutinize. What he didn’t expect was his very pregnant wife Sugar to finagle her way onto the surveillance team as the prospects were assessed.

Her involvement in the simple observation goes dangerously wrong. She and best friend Lexi Black stumble into a problem with Russian mobsters. Sugar is forced to draw on her old ATF tricks, but weeks from her due date, she has no choice but to team up with Bishop O’Kane, a potential-new recruit and Parker Black, Lexi’s hacker husband, who must go undercover.

This is special ops novella is packed with high-stakes crime and intrigue, a baby story for Boss Man, and two steamy romances for two of Titan’s favorite couples.

Listen to an audio sample of LIVE WIRE and pick up your audiobook: smarturl.it/LiveAudible

Connect with Cristin Harber

Website: http://cristinharber.com/

Newsletter: http://bit.ly/11aWFzM

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cristinharberauthor

Team Titan Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1411308265771683/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CristinHarber

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7192034.Cristin_Harber

About HOT PURSUIT by Lynn Raye Harris

He was the last man in the world she wanted to see. But he might be the only one who could save her.

Ten years ago, Matt Girard did something he shouldn’t have. When sweet Evangeline Baker offered him her virginity, he took it. Then he left town and he’s never looked back.

Until now. His future as a black ops soldier with the Hostile Operations Team is in jeopardy, and he’s come home for a few days before going back to face the consequences of a mission gone wrong.

Matt still makes Evie’s heart pound, but she wants nothing to do with him. She’s had enough of men who lie and promise things they don’t deliver. But when her sister goes missing and her ex-boyfriend turns up dead, she’s in need of Matt’s special military skills.

With time running out, Matt will put everything on the line to protect Evie and find her sister. Even if it means sacrificing all he’s worked for with HOT. Sometimes, the reward is worth the price. Especially when it’s the one woman he can’t forget.

Listen to an audio sample of HOT PURSUIT and pick up your audiobook: smarturl.it/PursuitAudible

Connect with Lynn Raye Harris

Website: https://lynnrayeharris.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLynnRayeHarris

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LynnRayeHarris

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lynnrayeharris/  

About GONE TO DUST by Liliana Hart

The Gravediggers aren’t exactly what they seem. They’re the most elite of the world’s fighting forces – and all they have in common is that they’ve been betrayed by the countries they’ve died for. Because they are dead. To their countries, their militaries, and their families.

Sometimes the dead do rise….

Miller Darling is one of the most popular romance novelists of her time. Not bad for a woman who doesn’t believe in romance. She’s as logical as they come, and she doesn’t believe in happily ever afters. What she does believe in is family, so when her brother disappears, she doesn’t think twice about packing her bag and her laptop and heading out to find him.

Elias Cole lived and breathed the life of a Navy SEAL. Now he’s “dead” and his hero’s honor tarnished. The only thing keeping him sane are the men who are like him – The Gravediggers – and the woman who makes his head spin. He’s never met anyone like Miller Darling. Her smart mouth and quick wit keep him on his toes, and damned if he doesn’t find that appealing.

When Miller receives a package from the brother who abandoned her asking for help, it’s clear she’s in over her head with the mess he’s gotten himself into. She needs a professional, and Elias is just the man for the job. Only her brother is a former SEAL – the man who left his team to die – and Elias is more interested in vengeance than saving his life.

Listen to an audio sample of GONE TO DUST and pick up your audiobook: smarturl.it/GoneDustAudible

Connect with Liliana Hart

Website: https://lilianahart.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lilianahartauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Liliana_Hart

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lilianahart/

About ENEMY MINE by Megan Mitcham

Born in the blood of Sierra Leone’s Civil War, enslaved, then sold to the US as an orphan, Base Branch operative Sloan Harris is emotionally dead and driven by vengeance. With no soul to give, her body becomes the bargaining chip to infiltrate a warlord’s inner circle. The man called the Devil killed her family and helped destroy a region.

As son of the warlord, Baine Kendrick will happily use Sloan’s body if it expedites his father’s demise. Yet, he is wholly unprepared for the possessive and protective emotions she provokes. Maybe it’s the flashes of memory…two forgotten children drawing in the dirt beneath the boabab tree…but he fears there is more at stake than his life.

In the Devil’s den with Baine by her side, Sloan braves certain death and discovers a spirit for living.

Listen to an audio sample of ENEMY MINE and pick up your audiobook: smarturl.it/EnemyAudible

Connect with Megan Mitcham

Website: http://www.meganmitcham.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMeganMitcham/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MeganMMMitcham

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/megan_mitcham_author/

About INKED EXPRESSIONS by Carrie Ann Ryan

The Montgomery Ink Series from NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan continues with the brother who keeps his secret and the one woman he shouldn’t want.

Everly Law married the love of her life and on the eve of giving birth to their twins, lost him in a tragic accident. Now she’s a single mother working overtime at her bookstore trying to make sure her boys have the life they deserve. Her life is busy enough without her adding dating a Montgomery. As past secrets come to light, she’ll need Storm more than ever—even if she doesn’t realize it.

Storm Montgomery has spent his life atoning for sins that only few know he’s committed. When he lost his best friend, he promised his widow that he’d always be there for her—even when she wanted nothing to do with him. But when a single touch ignites passions they’ve both buried deep inside, he’ll have to remember exactly who is in his arms and that taking chances might be far more dangerous than they bargained for.

Listen to an audio sample of INKED EXPRESSIONS and pick up your audiobook: smarturl.it/InkAudible

Connect with Carrie Ann Ryan

Website: http://carrieannryan.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CarrieAnnRyan

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/carrieannryanauthor/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CarrieAnnRyanAuthor

About A SEAL’S OATH by Cora Seton

Navy SEAL Boone Rudman and his friends want to create a sustainable community that can be replicated anywhere in the world. But they need land, so when Martin Fulsom, leader of the Fulsom Foundation, offers them Westfield, a ranch in Montana, they agree to Fulsom’s condition that they document their progress on a reality television show.

Building the community will be hard enough, but Boone’s got another problem. Fulsom expects families to make up the population of the new town. Now Boone’s got to find a wife fast, before he loses his funding and his dream. So when he arrives at Westfield to find it already occupied by the startlingly beautiful, strangely attired Riley Eaton, he wonders if fate itself has provided him with an answer.

Riley Eaton is done with traffic jams and 24/7 workweeks. She loves Jane Austen’s novels, and she knows she’s not the only woman longing for a simpler, more beautiful life. When she discovers her friends are in the same frame of mind, she throws caution to the wind and invites them to Westfield, the ranch her uncle inherited long ago but has never lived in. Equipped with a key and a standing invitation to stay there whenever she likes, she gathers her friends, drives to Chance Creek, and gives up all things 21st century in order to open a Jane Austen-style bed-and-breakfast. She knows her absentee uncle will be thrilled with a new stream of income, and Westfield is perfect for Regency living, with its wide lawns, extensive gardens, and large ballroom. But when sexy, stubborn Boone shows up with plans to build a hyper-modern sustainable community on the ranch, it’s clear her Regency paradise is over before it even began.

Now Boone has 30 days to marry Riley or lose the ranch to developers, and Riley has three weeks to prepare for the bed-and-breakfast’s first guests or face bankruptcy. Can they overcome their prejudices to help each other? Or will their pride destroy both their futures?

Listen to an audio sample of A SEAL’S OATH and pick up your audiobook: smarturl.it/SealsOath

Connect with Cora Seton

Website: http://www.coraseton.com/

Twitter:

Instagram:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CoraSeton 

Review – Lucky Number Eleven by Adriana Locke

Lucky Number Eleven Ebook Cover

Review graphic

Branch Best has turned my whole world upside down! I sent Adriana so many PMs and Gifs while I was reading this amazing book I think she’s going to block me. I just couldn’t help myself! This book and Branch evoked so many emotions for me. From his cocky swagger to his swooning romantic moments and all that sexiness in between, Number Eleven just made me happy! I hated to see this one end. I wanted to keep turning the pages for more of this forbidden romance.

Layla James Miller has had it with athletes. She claims she is done after she is blindsided by her breakup with a star quarterback. She’s determined to find solace in her work, her family and her friends. A trip to the family lake house was supposed to clear her mind, give her clarity and focus so she can face the reality of being single and ready to mingle. She never expected a weekend of solitude to change her life forever. She never planned on Branch Best entering her orbit and tilting the axis so much that north is south and east is west.

Branch Lucky Best was the one of the best in football. Known for his talents on and off the field, he never had known more peace, more rest or more fun than the weekend he spends with Layla in Linton. The problem? She’s off limits. Totally forbidden fruit no matter how beautiful, how down to earth or how good she is. She’s the protected little sister of his very best friend and teammate, Finn. He was warned by Finn to stay away. His reputation as a love ’em and love ’em guy only makes the situation that much worse. But the chemistry and instant attraction between Branch and Layla won’t be denied. What’s wonderful to see between these two is the genuine like they have for each other. They may burn the sheets but more importantly, they are friends and what better way to build a love relationship than to be friends first? They need that bond, that like for each other, because together they have to face a rather unforeseen obstacle.

Truly one of the most awesome things in an Adriana Locke story are the secondary characters. They almost always steal the spotlight or make themselves so integral to the plot that without them there would be no story. Everyone wants a best girlfriend like Poppy. Her mouth is foul. She’s sexy, sassy and so incredibly loyal. Her football analogies had me in tears I laughed so hard! She’s not in any way afraid to tell it like it is or put Finn Miller in his place. Finn is the big brother that every girl wants. A fierce protector, loving and absolutely devoted to his sister’s happiness. I’m excited to see Finn and Poppy get their own story!

Lucky Number Eleven was perfection! So funny, steamy with a side sweet. Angsty and just amazingly good! One confident and absolutely charming wide receiver finally brought to his knees by a beautiful woman who is simply being herself. No over the top designer clothes, ill intentions or a womanizer set on bedding the hottest athlete. I cannot stop saying how much I enjoyed my time in Linton. I finished it a few days ago, and I am still smiling. This was FANTASTIC! One of Addy’s best!

Great job, lady!

Five Lucky and Sunshine Stars!
img_0279-7
Lucky Number Eleven Teaser 1
img_0283-13

People say not to believe the things you read in magazines, but you know what? Most things you’ve heard about me are probably true.

I totally banged the reporter in the locker room after the championship game last year.

Those pictures in Expose from last summer? Those were not modified.

I’m also not really six-foot tall. (But let’s keep that between us.)

Now, I know you’re wondering about that last Expose headline—the one about me and my teammate (and ex-best friend) Finn Miller’s sister, Layla James. That one is a little more complicated.

Here’s the thing: I’ve played football my whole life. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to adjust when the game changes. And if there’s one thing I always do, it’s find a way to win.

Granted, the stakes are higher. The playbook has changed. There’s more on the line than (another) MVP title. But guess what hasn’t changed? Me. I’m still Branch “Lucky” Best and I’m not about to fumble this one.

Grab a seat and a subscription to Expose. I’m about to make some headlines. (Again.)

A sexy, swoon-filled standalone novel.

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35560636-lucky-number-eleven

Lucky Number Eleven Teaser 2
img_0285-7

“One question,” Poppy interjects, looking at Branch. “What position are you?”

“I typically like the bottom so I can watch—oomph,” he says, getting another elbow from Finn. “Wide receiver. Why?”

Looking at Poppy, I can’t help but laugh as her eyes light up.

“You got a problem with wide receivers?” Branch asks.

“You do,” Finn interjects, giving me a narrowed glare. “They aren’t any better than quarterbacks.”

Branch looks from me, to Finn, and back to me. “Why do we not like quarterbacks?”

“My sister was dating Callum Worthington.”

“No shit?” His face puckers like he just bit into a lemon. “How in the hell did that cocksucker end up with you?”

“He didn’t. We’re not together anymore.”

Branch’s eyes heat, the look causing my pulse to quicken. “I’m not a bit sorry to hear that.”

“You better forget you heard any of that,” Finn warns. “This is my sister, Branch. Not a cheerleader or reporter or some chick from a dating app. Got it?”

“Finn, relax,” I say, shoving a swallow past the lump in my throat. “I appreciate the big brother spiel, but I can handle myself.”

Lucky Number Eleven Teaser 4
img_1367

US: http://1click.bz/LN11AmznUS

UK: http://1click.bz/LN11AmznUK

CA: http://1click.bz/LN11AmznCA

AU: http://1click.bz/LN11AmznAU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Please check out Adriana’s website, http://www.adrianalocke.com, for giveaways to celebrate this release!

PLAYLIST

Direct Link: https://open.spotify.com/user/adrianalocke/playlist/7uVR6DSz4hdtv07Sjq0m99 

Lucky Number Eleven Teaser 5
img_0286-15

USA Today and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.

Please contact Adriana at http://www.adrianalocke.com/. She loves to hear from readers.

AUTHOR LINKS
Facebook Group: http://bit.ly/BBALGroup

Goodreads Group: http://bit.ly/AllLockedUp

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorALocke

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authoradrianalocke

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authoradrianalocke

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/authoradrianalo

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/adrianalocke

Website: http://www.adrianalocke.com/

 

Review – We Own Tonight by Corinne Michaels

WOT_FrontCover_Final

We Own Tonight by Corinne Michaels

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

When I read a romance by Corinne Michaels, I can never write a review right away. I have to allow time to process the feels that I hope flow into words. I have to let the wondrous words of this writer sink in—saturating me—as I ponder the book that blew me away. Always.

Oh We Own Tonight! I began this love story smiling in amusement and ended it smiling in swoon with all the tears in between, as We Own Tonight ROCKED MY WORLD! We Own Tonight is a roller coaster of a romance that twists, turns, and tears at the heart, a riveting ride of smolder, swoon, and sorrow. We Own Tonight is an ALL-STAR story of fate and feels that is SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE! I was thoroughly RAVAGED by this romance!

As a teen, I crushed on boy bands like New Kids on the Block and could not help but have that pop or rock star fantasy, one Corinne Michaels effortlessly brings to life with her believable words. Picture yourself as a heroine who has been through hell, putting yourself last, and you finally say ‘screw it.’ For one night, you’ll have fun. For one night, you’ll forget your troubles. For one night, you’ll live a fantasy. Now what if for one night your teen crush makes your fantasy comes true? The big WHAT IF became my ‘what if’ moment too.

Heather is the heroine I quickly admired and loved. She has lived through hell and is strength in spades…so selfless too. A beauty inside and out with a quick wit I loved even more.

A childhood fantasy comes to life when Heather and Eli Walsh cross paths. Eli Walsh is as hot as his name, a pop star with a huge heart. The man of teen Heather’s dreams is suddenly very real. 

“What do you want to happen, Heather?”

Eli’s eyes smolder as he tugs me close.

Oh. Fuck. Me

One night is all they have. Eli and Heathers’ chemistry is combustible, a powerful fuse of FIRE and FATE.

“A real man eats pussy.”

One night is full of heat, so HOT I burned too. Eli’s dirty and delicious mouth made me wanton!

There’s a pull between us, and I know she felt it.

WOT_Teaser 8_7

One night of passion and lingering promise that pulled me…one I FELT TOO. The push and pull made me breathless. The angst made me bite my nails. I felt the RUSH of this romance … so raw … so relentless. 

“I’m relentless in pursuing what I want.”

One night that has to be enough for Heather—a bittersweet end—but for Eli, it’s only begun. Oh did I FALL HARD for the pop star hero who hijacked my heart from the start. I fell hard for the heroine, so filled with strength and sass along with an inner beauty that glowed. I fell hard for the secondary cast of characters who were the icing on the cake of this delectable tale. I FELL HARD FOR IT ALL!

“You feel it too.”

Every word read in We Own Tonight is one you’ll feel with your WHOLE HEART. This love story shines like a bright diamond with a heartfelt hero and heroine, sparking to life, where you’ll FEEL ALIVE! I felt We Own Tonight as if it were my story too. I felt every bit of passion … every blow of pain … every word … EVERYTHING!!! 

WOT_Teaser1

“What are you doing to me?”

He smiles.

“I’m making you feel how you make me feel—helpless.”

We Own Tonight is an INTOXICATING INFERNO OF FEELS that sparks straight to the heart—hitting it hard—where every sensation is felt!!! This romance reached in and grabbed my heart that it held it in its hands, crushing it, and then slowly bringing back to life … so many times.

While We Own Tonight is a love story and fantasy come to life; it’s so MUCH MORE! It’s a tale twisted around fate. It’s a story about LIFE AND LIVING. It’s about taking that LEAP OF FAITH…LIVING FOR THE MOMENT…LIVING LIFE NOW. EVERY WORD MATTERS that Corinne Michaels pens to life. You can’t help but feel a bit of this author through her words, words that are ALL THAT and more.

We Own Tonight OWNED every ounce of me—from my shattered and soaring heart to my swoon-filled soul. We Own Tonight stole my heart and soul, taking my tears too. This fantasy of feels made me SWOON in spades and rendered me BREATHLESS. I want this whole freakin’ fairytale! I want to feel this story again and again. I’m still BLOWN AWAY as I bask in UTTER BOOK BLISS, my head stuck in the clouds, where I want We Own Tonight to remain my forever fantasy. 

“And what if you realize I’m not worth more?”

He shakes his head.

“What if you’re worth it all?”

A MUST-READ ROMANCE!!!

*** insert a huge applause ***’

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 soul-kissed stars

img_0279-7

View all my reviews

img_0283-13

From New York Times Bestseller, Corinne Michaels, comes a sexy new STANDALONE romance novel.

I’m not a one-night stand kind of woman. I’m especially not the woman who has a few drinks at a concert and ends up in bed with my childhood celebrity crush, Eli Walsh.

However, that’s exactly where I find myself.

What’s a girl to do after a drunken mistake? Run. I grab my clothes and get away from the powerful, irresistible, and best-sex-of-my-life superstar as fast as I can. His gorgeous green eyes, rock-hard body, and cocky smile have no place in my world. My life is complicated enough.

Someone forgot to tell him that.

Eli is relentless. Pushing his way into my heart, wearing me down, proving he’s nothing like I assumed, and everything I need. But when my world shatters to pieces, he holds the broken bits together. Unwillingly, I fall desperately in love with him.

He made me think we’d have forever . . . I should’ve listened when he said we could only own tonight.

img_1367

✤Amazon ➙ http://amzn.to/2vP5fvp
✤iBooks ➙ http://smarturl.it/WoT_iBooks
✤Barnes & Noble ➙ http://smarturl.it/WOTNook
✤Kobo ➙ http://smarturl.it/WOTKobo
✤Google Play ➙ http://smarturl.it/WOTGP
✤Amazon Paperback ➙ http://amzn.to/2gNx7sM
✤Audio Alert ➙ http://www.subscribepage.com/AudioAlertCM

✤Goodreads ➙ http://smarturl.it/WoT_GR
img_0286-15

New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Corinne Michaels is the author of nine romance novels. She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife.

After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness. She enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak and finding a way to heal them through their struggles. Her stories are chock full of emotion, humor, and unrelenting love.

Website: http://www.corinnemichaels.com

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Corinne-Michaels/e/B00KMM4JEE

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CorinneMichaels

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/corinne-michaels

Instagram: http://instagram.com/authorcorinnemichaels

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorCMichaels

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7753662

img_9108-2

Website: http://www.bookaliciousbabes.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/bookaliciousb…
Readers Group: http://www.facebook.com/groups/BBBBoo…
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/bookaliciousbb
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/bookaliciousbb

WOT_FBCover_ Available Now

Review – One Night by Aleatha Romig

AROneNightBookCover6x9_MEDIUM

One Night by Aleatha Romig

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want?”

“Oh, beautiful. I want you.”

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

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

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

A MUST-READ ROMANCE!!! 

4.5 sweet and smoldering kisses 

4.5 kisses

View all my reviews

img_0283-13

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

One night to remember

Is that too much to desire?

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

One night to help a friend

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

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

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

img_0285-7

Mandy

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

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

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

“Good? You’re a beer connoisseur?”

I shrug. “Mostly, I know cheap beer.”

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

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

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

His eyes sparkle. “You kiss fake men?”

“Boys. Well, only one actually.”

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

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

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

“I’m not anti-children—”

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

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

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

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

My breathing hitches. “Malcolm?”

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

img_7598

➡️ Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2tzDfZT

➡️ Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2ueuhlj

➡️ iBooks:  http://apple.co/2t4LJ7S

➡️ Print US: http://amzn.to/2wE3kXD

img_0286-15

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

aleatharomig1

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

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

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

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

Newsletter: http://www.aleatharomig.com/contact
Website: http://aleatharomig.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AleathaRomig
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Aleatha-Romig/e/B009SYSSE4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1411064039&sr=1-1
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5131072.Aleatha_Romig

img_9108
Web: http://www.bookaliciousbabes.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/bookaliciousb…
Readers Group: http://www.facebook.com/groups/BBBBoo…
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/bookaliciousbb
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/bookaliciousbb

OneNight ANbanner (1) (1)

Review – Temporary by Alexx Andria

Temporary cover

Review graphic

This is the delicious fun that I have come to know from Alexx Andria! A dark hero and the fiesty girl… steamy sexy chemistry. Don’t forget the wicked push and pull between said dark hero and his fiesty girl. Throw in a Buchanan or two that we have had the pleasure of meeting in Alexx’s previous series, and you have Temporary. Don’t think that you’re going to be able to read a little of this and walk away for a few hours. Oh no! This book kept pulling me back every time that I tried to walk away. The story is so well written and just so much fun to read that I didn’t want to stop until I was done. I even found myself highlighting passages and sending them to my blog mates just so they could read the hot steamy, jaw dropping scenes right along with me!

Mari Jones is down on her luck. She’s working in a dive bar in NYC, trying to make rent because her dead beat ex-boyfriend has stolen all of her money. She’s a small town girl from California trying to make her dreams come true. She never expected this and doesn’t want to return home to hear “I told you so” from her family. All that changes when Gage Donnelly appears in Jimmy’s and offers her a drink and a proposal that will change her life. One night. No feelings. Just sex.

It’s never that easy. Gage has a past filled with painful secrets and guilt that he can’t shake. He can’t have love. He’s not worthy of it. He can’t have Mari for longer than a short time. But can he really only something superficial with this woman that he has admired from a far? Can Mari forget what she feels when she’s with Gage? The sense of belonging, the bright burning passion, the push he gives her to be more?

Oh, you Buchanan Brothers! How I have missed all of you…

Don’t miss this fantastic read! I so enjoyed this angsty, sensual read. It’s as heartbreaking as it is heartwarming, an absolutely sinful way to spend an evening! Fantastic!

Temporary teaser 1

img_0283-13

It’s only temporary, baby. Don’t go catching feelings because I will tear you apart.

GAGE
Mari Jones is an itch under my skin that I can’t satisfy. The sassy, long-legged cocktail waitress is everything I shouldn’t want. Smart-mouthed, take-no-shit, sexy-as-hell, and the worst thing I could throw into my life but I want her.
The thing is…I’ve always wanted her.
She doesn’t remember me but I’ve never forgotten her.
And now I’m going to put her into my bed.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m not about forever — I see what I want and I find a way to get it but it’s always a temporary fix.
No amount of money in the world can fix what’s broken inside me — and I should know, I’m fucking loaded — so don’t even try.
I’m damaged. Broken to the core.
If she catches feelings, I’m going to ruin her.
Even though I know I should walk, I can’t.
She’s everything I ever wanted…everything I will never deserve to have.
Right or wrong…she’s mine.

Publisher’s Note: This is a full-length novel at 40,000 words. It’s everything you’ve come to expect in an Alexx Andria read — hot sex, witty banter, and dark angst — if that sounds like your thing, feel free to one-click this bad boy billionaire and settle in for a deliciously wicked and entertaining time. Oh, and fans of Alexx’s Buchanan series…you might just recognize a character or two. Enjoy!

Temporary teaser 2

img_0285-7

“I want you, Mari,” Gage stated, leaning back, kicking his leg out casually beneath the scratched and ruined table. “Name your price.”

“N-name my price?” I stuttered, incredulous. “What does that mean? And what makes you think I even have a price that I would offer? I’m not a vendor at a flea market, ready to haggle over an item…especially when that item is me.”

His smirk did crazy things to my belly even as his answer pissed me off fresh. “Everyone has a price. Even you. I’m willing to bet your price is a lot lower than you think it would be.”

Oh, hell no, what? “Did you just insult me?”

“Not at all. Just sharing a bit of what I know about human nature.”

“Well, you don’t know shit about me,” I said, rising. “I’m done with this ridiculous game. I don’t care how rich you are, you can’t buy me.”

Screw Manny and his greed. He could find someone else to pander to the rich jerk, I was out.

“You’re broke. You’ll be homeless by the end of the month because you can’t pay your rent and something tells me you aren’t going to make enough in tips to get what you need by month’s end.”

His calm voice at my back froze my feet. I turned slowly. “How the hell do you know my personal business?”

He waved away my question as if I were naive. “Nothing is private, sweetheart. I can get everything I need to know about you with the push of a button. Financial records are the easiest.” He paused only to punctuate his point. “Is my intel wrong? Do you have a secret stash of cash in your mattress that you’re holding onto for a rainy day?”

No, he wasn’t wrong — Gage knew how precarious my situation was.

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36130513-temporary

img_1367

https://goo.gl/TXdwEY

img_0286-15

Alexx Andria 2

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Alexx Andria writes about bad boys with a tough exterior but a soft, warm heart deep down. She’s all about the sweet but dirty romance with lots of witty banter and, of course, sizzling scenes in the bedroom (or kitchen, or wherever they happen to end up!) If you haven’t already, prepare to meet your newest 1-click obsession!

Newsletter: http://bit.ly/1D7mH9A
FB Page:http://bit.ly/1VK6d1L
FB Profile:https://www.facebook.com/alexx.andria.796
Twitter: @alexxandria2772
Instagram: author_alexxandria
Website: www.authoralexxandria.com
Email: alexxandria2772@gmail.com
Amazon: amazon.com/author/alexxandria

 

 

 

Review – Clandestine by Ava Harrison 

Clandestine by Ava Harrison 

“In my weakness, I find my strength.” – Olivia, Clandestine by Ava Harrison

WOW…

Five hours it’s taken me to write this review. Five hours of thoughts, words & emotions that are wildly thrashing around inside me. I always find it a struggle to review the books that knock me off my feet and affect me deeply. Clandestine by Ava Harrison did just that. I was not expecting this book to role the way it did. I was not expecting this book to hit me as deep as it did. I am a whirlwind of EMOTIONS! I’m just OVERWHELMED. 

Clandestine is hands down Ava’s best book yet. This is not a happy dancing rom-com and I wasn’t expecting it to be. With Ava you always know you will get your soul smashed and your heart broken, in the best way possible of course, but there was something about Ava’s writing in Clandestine that just draws you in and consumes you. I don’t think I’ve felt so connected to a female character in a long time! And I am SO IN LOVE with this male character that I feel like he’s printed on my marrow. 

Olivia made my heart ache. The way Ava wrote her was sublime. Every woman will relate to Olivia in some way. Every woman will understand her, even if it’s just one part of her, she will connect with you somehow. All of her feelings and emotions are REAL. And they hit deep.

Spencer is a beast! He’s raw and powerful, cocky and ambitious, sexy and hella sinful, but he too is broken. Without even realising I fell hard for this hero super quickly. His sinful, swoony ways made it easy and as the book progressed I just couldn’t help myself. 

But together they are intense, passionate and HOT. A raging inferno. Ava NAILS their connection from the very first time they meet. 

Character aside, Ava delivers a hard hitting, emotional story that written so precisely. Ava handled all the topics this story touches on with dedication and care. The raw, intensity of Ava’s words made this already beautiful novel even more so. Clandestine is forever embedded in my heart. 

5 captivating, all consuming stars.

One night. 

No names.

No commitment.

That was our agreement.

But Spencer Lancaster was addictive.

And I was high.

High off his taste, starved for his kiss, and desperate for his touch.

So when he asked me to stay, to enjoy his company for more nights than I knew I should, I wasn’t in the right mind to say no.

Everything was perfect. A dream come true.

But half a world away there were secrets.

Lies.

Insecurities.

All of the truths that could tear us apart.

*Clandestine is a FULL-LENGTH STANDALONE.

US: 

UK: 

Review – Nate by Celia Aaron

Nate Ebook Cover

Review graphic

Hot! This book is a MUST READ!

First the first page to the last sentence, NATE had me by the throat and would not let me go. I turned the pages of this naughty little read until there were no more words. One incredibly alpha mafia boss, the young girl that he saved and the attraction that should be off limits between them. Sounds like a story you’ve read a million times, yes? Don’t judge this man and this story by other cliches. If I had, I would have missed out on one ridiciously incredible read!

Nate Franco is not your regular hero. He’s cold blooded, commanding and at times, just plain scary. He’s loyal to men under his rule. They are his family and the underground syndicate of Philadelphia is his to rule as he sees fit. When he saved a young girl who was almost killed in a hit on her family, he took on another role – protector and hero to Sabrina. She becomes his ward and he does what he must to keep her safe from those who would see her dead. He never planned for Sabrina to go from that scared thirteen year old girl to a beautiful young woman of eighteen with her own plans and ideas of what she wants for her life.

And Sabrina wants Nate.

These two have amazing off the wall chemistry. From the moment he sets eyes on Sabrina, the attraction overwhelms Nate. She’s wise beyond her years. Smart and determined to have everything. It was hard not to admire her and I found myself cheering her on in her quest to get her man. Still Nate’s life is a dark one, filled with underhanded schemes, illegal activities and death. No matter how much he wants Sabrina away from his business, Sabrina has her mind made up. She wants Nate and everything that being his entails.

Oh, this was a wonderful change of pace for me and my first read from Celia. It most definitely will not be my last! The story was flawlessly written, flowed beautifully and kept me happy all the way through. Nate and Sabrina were just amazing together, and after a few chapters it didn’t remotely matter that Sabrina was very much younger than Nate. I very much hope that brothers Peter and David as well as Irish intern Angus get to tell their stories soon! The secondary characters made this book and had me wanting more pages, more history, just more!

Fantastic, Celia! You just got yourself a new fan!

Five Dark Protector Stars!

img_0279-7

Nate Teaser 1

img_0283-13

I rescued Sabrina from a mafia bloodbath when she was thirteen. Doing right by her became a priority for me, even while I was busy as the new head of the Philly syndicate. I sent her to the best boarding schools and kept her as far away from the life as possible. It worked perfectly. Until she turned 18. Until she came home. Until I realized that the timid girl was gone and in her place lived a smart mouth, a wicked imagination, and a body that demanded my attention. Who am I? I’m F*cked. Nice to meet you.

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35530001-nate

Nate Teaser 2

img_1367

US: http://amzn.to/2wqSd6O
UK: http://amzn.to/2g8RLDA
CA: http://amzn.to/2w7IRu6
AU: http://amzn.to/2itZooU

Free in Kindle Unlimited

Handsome man in black suit touching sexy woman in lingerie

img_0286-15

Celia Aaron is a recovering attorney who loves romance and erotic fiction. Dark to light, angsty to funny, real to fantasy—if it’s hot and strikes her fancy, she writes it. Thanks for reading.

AUTHOR LINKS

Website: http://www.celiaaaron.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/aaronerotica
Twitter: http://twitter.com/AaronErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Celia-Aaron/e/B0129AR52O
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14178108.Celia_Aaron
Newsletter: http://www.celiaaaron.com/newsletter.html

 

Review – 7 Dirty Lies by Alexis Anne

When you pick up a book from a new author, you never know what you’re gonna get. Alexis completely sucked me in like a vortex weaving a spell around my heart. To say I was extremely satisfied is an understatement. There was no unnecessary words just to fill in a period of time over months. That makes it so much more appealing.
Lily has so much negativity in her life and is in need of a retreat where she can be someone else for once. Her best friend keeps pushing her to hook up with someone especially the sexy cowboys that is eyeing her up while she discretely eyes him up. Not letting her chicken out, her friend puts the plan in motion and sends that sexy cowboy her way.
Colt has literally been forced to go on this vacation by his sister who knows he desperately needs a break. Colt isn’t Happy to be there but when he gets pushed towards Lily, he just can’t understand how this woman has taken all his worries away.
Unfortunately, their rendezvous can’t last forever. The two make plans to meet the same time next year, but fate has something else in store. I will definitely be reading the rest of this series, and this author has made it on my mist read radar!

It was right out of one of my movies:

Tropical island, sexy single man, two hot nights of nameless passion.

Except instead of falling into each other’s arms, we went our separate ways, never to be seen again.

Of course I thought about him all the time. The way he laughed, the way he saw right through me, the way he took no shit as his strong hands roamed my body. If there was one night I could repeat, it would be that one.

I never expected to see my mystery man again.

Fast forward to my new movie set and the handsome property owner. Yep, same guy. Same sexy, sexy guy. Our chemistry is still off the charts but there’s one tiny problem: he doesn’t trust me.

Okay, so I skipped a few important details. I don’t blame the guy. But they were just little white lies. Unfortunately if I want that movie-perfect ending I’m going to have to set the record straight…and hopefully have a little fun in the process.

BUY NOW!

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2uQfyOv

iBooks: http://bit.ly/7DirtyLies

Nook: http://bit.ly/2ukwYzO

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2gXii6N

ADD TO YOUR TBR→ http://bit.ly/2t0GZEU

Former archaeologist Alexis Anne (who also writes romantic suspense as Alexis Sykes) has worked as an oral historian, GIS specialist, field archaeologist, college professor, and small business owner, before deciding that working from home and writing books was a lot more satisfying. She writes steamy, sexy romance with one half of her brain and romantic suspense, action adventure, and children’s books with the other half.

Growing up she traipsed through the islands of the Gulf Coast, camped in the Everglades, dove the Keys, and generally felt more at home spending her days outdoors with a good book. She currently lives in a home filled with wild men (otherwise known as her extremely extroverted husband, The Sexy Editor, and their two kids), a husky, and a superhero guinea pig.

Follow Alexis!

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AlexisAnneBooks

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlexisAnneBooks

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2spJDDI

Website: http://www.alexisannebooks.com

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/alexis-anne

Review~ A little bit like love by Brooke Blaine 


 A little bit like love Brooke Blaine 
A first read for me of Brooke Blaine and a little off the usual path off book I read however I really enjoyed Brooke’s writing style and will definitely be reading more.
The chemistry between Lucas and Jackson burns to the point of leaving your kindle a smouldering mess. This story is filled with angst, characters that you do want to love and my God can they be frustrating at times. The side characters in this book leave you needing to know more from them. A second chance, going back, never giving up on love. 

 

 

What if you had everything in the world you wanted…except the man you’d left behind?

 

Jackson Davenport, the charismatic, strait-laced heir to the Davenport fortune, has a secret. One he’s been hiding since he graduated from South Haven all-boys academy—and that secret’s name is Lucas.

 

When a work trip takes Jackson back to his old stomping grounds, memories of the year he shared with Lucas come crashing to the surface. With growing pressure from his father to settle down and take over the family business, Jackson knows he’s on borrowed time, and sets out to find the free-spirited daredevil he once knew.

 

But Lucas isn’t the same man he was eight years ago.

 

One night. A shattered heart. And an endless parade of nameless faces. Lucas Sullivan is South Haven’s ultimate playboy, a reputation he’s honed since the only boy he ever loved left without a trace. To the world, he’s brash and confident, an in-demand artist who spends his days designing one-of-a-kind pieces and his nights as king of the downtown scene.

Many have tried and failed to get past the barrier he’s carefully constructed, but it’s the shy, studious boy he once coaxed out of his shell who still haunts him.

 

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was lust. Or maybe…it was a little bit like love.

 

 

WITH THE NOTE from Principal Stewart crumpled in my fist, I stalked away from his office, away from the words I knew would haunt me forever.

“I’m sorry, Jackson. Your father is quite…insistent you return to Connecticut immediately.”

Immediately…immediately… With every echo of that word through my mind, my heart battered my chest, the ache to rip itself free of my body a plea I was helpless to honor.

There was only one reason he would’ve demanded I leave South Haven before the end of classes next week. My father had been adamant I receive the best education his money afforded, choosing to ship me down to south Georgia to attend the most prestigious all-boys academy in the country. I’d done him proud, rising to the top of my class, and I’d been practicing my salutatorian speech for days. Skipping out on graduation and the pomp and circumstance and recognition that came with it? Out of the question. Which could only mean one thing.

He knew. Somehow he knew.

That was the only explanation for the letter in my hand, for the abrupt dismissal this late in the evening and this close to the end of the school year. My father hadn’t gotten to where he was by being stupid or blind, and I’d seriously underestimated how many eyes and ears had been watching me during my four years. Although it would’ve only been the whispers over the last few months that piqued his interest, only the last eight that he would’ve had any reason to give me a second thought.

And that reason wasn’t a what—it was a who.

The halls of the St. John’s dormitory were silent when I entered, all the students down at the mess hall for dinner, followed by the final bonfire of the year. So there wouldn’t be anyone around to see me sneak down the hall to where I knew I shouldn’t be going but couldn’t help myself. My feet seemed to move of their own accord, the countdown to my utter devastation causing me to pick up the pace. The private plane would arrive in a handful of hours, giving me just enough time to pack my things, but there was no way I could leave without a goodbye. Not going to happen.

I wasn’t ready. I was supposed to have more time. As a cold sweat of panic seized me, I balled the letter tighter in my fist and chucked it into one of the trash bins as I passed.

Screw my father. Screw the life he’d set out for me, the one I was destined to live and hate with every fiber of my being. I wanted to bottle up every one of his expectations and throw the blasted thing out at an angry sea to swallow up and tear apart instead.

I wished it could be as easy as that. I’d been able to fool myself into a sense of freedom, but the cell door was about to smash shut on every dream I’d let myself have these past few months.

His private dorm was at the end of the long hall, last one on the right, and I rapped on it twice fast, waited a moment, and then repeated the pattern that we used for each other. A few seconds later, the door swung open, and seeing the sole object of my daily and nightly thoughts standing there in front of me with a mixture of surprise and delight in his eyes made me think that coming here had been a mistake. It was only going to sink the dagger in farther.

“Hey…I thought we were meeting la—” Lucas’s words cut off and the smile curling his lips fell as he got a good look at my face. “What’s wrong?”

You should tell him. Tell him what’s going on and that it isn’t your fault. Look him in the eye when you tell him you can never see him again.

A shooting pain tore through my chest as I realized what this goodbye actually meant. I wasn’t saying I wouldn’t be seeing him for the next couple of days or weeks. When I left South Haven’s campus in the early hours of the morning, I wouldn’t be seeing him again…ever.

God, can I do this? Break his heart as well as mine?

No…no, I couldn’t tell him. He’d look for me, find me, and there was no telling what my father would do if that happened. The letter had been my old man’s warning. Disobeying his orders would mean consequences neither of us were prepared for.

“Jackson?” Lucas’s voice dropped low, and then he looked past me out into the deserted hall. When he didn’t see anyone to blame on my current state, he frowned and waited for an answer.

The words didn’t come, though, so I stood there staring at him, taking a mental snapshot that I’d store away in a place no one could find and destroy. His black hair was casually tousled, and I knew him well enough to know he’d worried his hands through it, maybe wondering if I wouldn’t follow through on our plans tonight. He wore a simple grey t-shirt and low-slung jeans on his long and lean frame, and the swirl of black tattoos he’d recently inked on his tanned skin could be seen peeking around his right bicep before disappearing from view behind the thin material of his shirt. He was striking, both in looks and personality, and to say I hadn’t been expecting the force that was Lucas Sullivan when he’d transferred to the academy eight months ago was an understatement.

Quite simply, I’d been lost to him the first time I laid eyes on him.

Forcing myself to shake off my dread, I said, “I’m okay,” and tried to believe it for his sake.

“Well, you look like hell.” He leaned against the doorway, one of those charming half-grins cocking up one side of his lips. “Hell on wheels, anyway. What’d you do, run all the way here?”

Not too far off there. I didn’t even remember crossing campus to get to his dorm until I was in front of the building.

When I didn’t laugh at his teasing, Lucas’s expression fell again and his brows pulled down, a crease forming between them as his eyes, the color of a stormy sky, gave me a thorough once-over, looking for the source of my pain. He was silent for a long moment, but he must’ve seen something he didn’t like, because he stiffened and his jaw clenched. Then he took a deep breath and let it out in a rush.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” I asked.

Lucas shook his head, his arms going over his chest. “I’m not helping you out here. If you came here for a reason, get out with it.”

Did he know? He couldn’t. I’d only just found out myself, and… No. There was no way. “It’s…complicated.”

“Complicated?”

“Yes.”

Lucas gave a humorless chuckle. “Jackson Davenport, I knew you were scared, but I never took you for a coward. If you don’t want to do this, you can man the hell up and tell me to my face.”

“What are you… I’m not…” I ran my hand over my face, struggling to understand the conclusion he’d come to for why I was standing at his door. My lack of a poker face had put him on the defensive. He thought I was here to reject him. An idea so completely unfathomable to me that it made my stomach turn thinking about it. “Lucas…you’ve got this all wrong.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. I’m not here to—“ I almost said “end things with you,” but I didn’t want to lie to him. I never had and I never would. Instead, I said, “Fight with you. I don’t want to fight.”

“Then why are you here, Jackson?” he asked, and my gaze fell to his lips. I’d tasted those lips only a few times, not nearly enough to quench a starving man’s hunger. All these months I’d wasted, warring with myself in my head, never letting myself have the thing I wanted most. And now I was down to a matter of hours. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. But it was all I had, and I wasn’t wasting another second.

If I couldn’t tell Lucas how I felt about him, then I’d show him.

Finally.

Irrevocably.

And starting now.

 

 

Read Today!

(Free in Kindle Unlimited)

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2h40Ltx

Amazon International: myBook.to/ALBLLebook

Add to GoodReads: https://goo.gl/ShbNqD

 

 

About Brooke Blaine:

You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.

 

She is the author of Flash Point, a romantic suspense standalone, as well as the co-author of the erotic series, A Desperate Man, with Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life, bless their hearts. Licked, a romantic comedy, will be released November 11th, 2015 and is the first in the L.A. Liaisons series.

 

If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find – just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.

 

Connect with Brooke:

Newsletter-http://eepurl.com/brxPkP

Website- http://www.brookeblaine.com/home

Twitter- @BrookeBlaine1

FB- https://www.facebook.com/BrookeBlaine.Writer/

FB Street Team- http://www.facebook.com/groups/TheBrellas/