5 out of 5 stars

Alex Grayson stuns again! This is a must read that is emotional, dark, gritty and raw. It will consume you completely so that all you can think of is how quickly you can turn the pages because you can’t get enough.

Alex never disappoints and she owns me with her words that suck you a vortex so strong that there is no escape. Over and over again she proves why she is a must read author for me. I don’t even need to read the synopsis, I just know if Alex wrote it then I’m reading it!

You will feel every emotion that these characters go through. She pulls you into the story so you feel connected completely with the characters. Wow. Just wow. Thank you Alex for constantly blowing my mind every time!

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A whoosh-whoosh fills the silent room as soon as I touch the transducer wand to her stomach and a real smile forms on her face. I spread out the gel and wiggle it around, getting a good look at the baby, which is most definitely a boy. A very frisky one at that. A chuckle slips past my lips before I can stop it.

“What is it?” she asks, and I look at her. Her eyes run from me to the screen and back again.

I point to the screen. “You see this right here?” She nods. “Well, it seems your boy has started early in twiddling his diddle.”

She frowns, and her face scrunches in confusion. “I don’t—” She stops abruptly, and her eyes widen. “What the….” She tilts her head to the side and leans closer to the screen. “Is he…?”

“Yes. He’s flicking his wick.”

“Oh, my God!” she groans, and I laugh when she covers her red face with her hands. “My son is a pervert!”

“Nah, he’s just a curious little guy.”

Her hands drop to her sides and her pert nose wrinkles. “He’s a dirty little guy.”

I chuckle and move the transducer to get a good look at his heart. A steady rhythmic beat comes over the speaker at the same time it appears on the screen.

“His heartbeat is good.” I check over a few more things. “Everything seems to be fine. His measurements are spot on for thirty-four weeks. Would you like some pictures?”

“Yes, please.” Her smile is back in place, and it only makes her look prettier.

I slide the wand over her stomach, getting images at various angles. Just because I have a warped sense of humor, I make sure to get one of the little guy still dangling his diddle. I also manage to get a good one of his face.

While the machine prints off the pictures, I grab a tissue and wipe away the gel from her stomach. Unnecessarily, because she can do it herself, but I find I like to torture myself by touching her, I slip my fingertips beneath the waistband of her leggings and gently lift it over her stomach. When I lift my eyes to her, it’s to see her startling blue ones on me. Her chest isn’t moving, so I know she’s holding her breath. Because I just don’t know when to stop, I hold her eyes as I grab her shirt that’s still tucked beneath her breasts and pull it down. My knuckles graze the soft material of her bra, and I’m not sure if it was intentional or an accident. Either way, her breath hitches.

I clear my throat. “You’re all cleared and free to continue your trip to Colorado. Although, I would suggest taking it easy and making sure you’re well prepared. There’s long stretches of Texas where there aren’t many places to stop.”

When she stays quiet, I look over my shoulder at her. She has her thumb at her mouth, biting her nail. When she spots me looking at her, she drops her hand.

“Uh, about that. It looks like I’ll be staying a while.”

“Why?” The question comes out a bit harsher than intended, but I do nothing to set her at ease when I see her jolt.

She’s sitting up on the bed now with her hands planted on the top of her rounded stomach. I feel like a jerk when she speaks next, because there’s no mistaking the hesitancy in her voice.

“The mechanic said it would take a while to get the parts for my car. Apparently, there was more wrong with it than just my AC.”

A muttered curse slips through my lips, and her eyebrows jump up. I roughly rake a hand through my hair. “I’ll talk to Mick and see if there’s anything he can do to get it fixed sooner.”

The woman needs to leave Malus, and she needs to do it yesterday. She’s been here long enough already. With The Finishing tomorrow, she definitely doesn’t need to be anywhere near here. Citizens aren’t allowed near The Finishing, but it makes me really uneasy knowing an outsider is in town. If she were to get wind of it, there’s no way we could let her leave here to alert the authorities.

Protecting the town and its inhabitants is our top priority, no matter the cost. The pretty pregnant woman would have to be dealt with. The premise behind Malus is to ensure the innocent stay innocent and safe, by any means necessary.

“Can you really do that? I mean, will he listen to you?”

The question is almost laughable. She obviously has no clue how this town is run. This is my brother’s and my town. The townsfolk don’t necessarily fear us, but they do listen, because it’s us who provides the protection they crave.

“He’ll listen.”

By the tone of my voice and the hard look on my face, Remi has no choice but to believe me.

“Okay. Thank you. As nice as it’s been here, I’d really rather get on my way to my brother’s.”

“Expect a phone call from Mick this evening.”

She nods and makes a move to climb from the bed. Seeing her struggling, I walk over and grab her elbow to help her down. Once she’s on her feet, a lock of hair falls in her face. I lift my hand to push it away, but before I get a chance, she blows it away herself. My hand falls limply by my side.

I take a step back from her, because I’m way too close and her scent is driving me mad. Remembering the sonogram pictures, I reach over and grab them from the machine and hold them out to her.

“Thanks.”

Her face lights up beautifully as she looks down at the images. She flips from one to the other, until she comes across the one of the baby’s face. Something dark momentarily wipes away the contented look. I want to ask her what’s going on in her head, but it’s not my business.

When she gets to the picture of the baby playing with himself, a laugh escapes her lips. She holds the picture closer to her face before looking at me. Mirth twinkles in her eyes.

“I already can’t wait to show this to his future wife,” she says with a giggle.

I chuckle and shake my head. “I feel sorry for him.”

She shrugs. “He’ll live. It’s a rite of passage for parents to embarrass their kids.”

The smile slips from my lips, and I turn away from her toward the door. Having normal parents is one thing I wouldn’t know about.

Pulling the door open, I turn back. “Mick should have the parts in a couple of days. Have a safe trip.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but I’m already walking away. The more time I’m around the woman, the more my body reacts to her.

Thankfully, this visit is the last I should see of her.

Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and three standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.

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5 out of 5 stars

OMG! I feel like I’ve been waiting so long for another A.S. Teague book. I absolutely love her writing. This book just further proves why I love her love her writing so much.

A childhood crush that finally gets to play out years later, this book takes you on a journey through the years and how true love can overcome anything. I absolutely love Lawson. He stole my heart. I wanted to see him get his happy ending so badly.

Piper never noticed Lawson growing up. She had eyes for his brother, but he had eyes for Piper’s brother. Can you say oops? Lol. They stayed best friends and roommates until one day fate finally steps in and gives Lawson the chance to finally get his chance.

You will fall in love with these characters immediately and you will be glued to your kindle until the last word. Another amazing book by A.S. Teague! I highly recommend this one!! ❤❤

I was twelve years old when I fell in love with Piper Kelley. Even at the age of eight, she was everything I wasn’t: brave, bold, and beautiful.

The night of my college graduation party, I finally made my move, but Piper only had eyes for one man—my younger brother.

With a battered heart, I left for Vegas, determined to put her behind me. But eight years later, fate proved once again that it had never cared about my plans.

Now, I’m back home, and determined not to fall into the same trap I spent the majority of my adolescence trying to escape.

But when Piper finds herself at the risk of losing her medical license, I realize just how far I’m willing to go to protect her.

I was twelve when Piper Kelley became mine.

It’s time I let her know.

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5 out of 5 stars

OMG! I feel like I’ve been waiting so long for another A.S. Teague book. I absolutely love her writing. This book just further proves why I love her love her writing so much.

A childhood crush that finally gets to play out years later, this book takes you on a journey through the years and how true love can overcome anything. I absolutely love Lawson. He stole my heart. I wanted to see him get his happy ending so badly.

Piper never noticed Lawson growing up. She had eyes for his brother, but he had eyes for Piper’s brother. Can you say oops? Lol. They stayed best friends and roommates until one day fate finally steps in and gives Lawson the chance to finally get his chance.

You will fall in love with these characters immediately and you will be glued to your kindle until the last word. Another amazing book by A.S. Teague! I highly recommend this one!! ❤❤

I was twelve years old when I fell in love with Piper Kelley. Even at the age of eight, she was everything I wasn’t: brave, bold, and beautiful.

The night of my college graduation party, I finally made my move, but Piper only had eyes for one man—my younger brother.

With a battered heart, I left for Vegas, determined to put her behind me. But eight years later, fate proved once again that it had never cared about my plans.

Now, I’m back home, and determined not to fall into the same trap I spent the majority of my adolescence trying to escape.

But when Piper finds herself at the risk of losing her medical license, I realize just how far I’m willing to go to protect her.

I was twelve when Piper Kelley became mine.

It’s time I let her know.

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5 out of 5 stars

Aimee strikes again with another 5 star read that captures your heart and soul. We’ve met these characters in the Curl Up And Dye series, and, as with all Aimee’s book, you fall in love with the secondary characters and are ecstatic for them to get their own story.

Two broken souls on a winding road on the path to each other. The only problem is they both have to be on board for a relationship to work. We get to go on the rollercoaster of emotions as we watch this romance evolve. It’s worth every single second!

I have both read and listened to the audio book. I have to say, that the book is excellent to read, but the narration really brings the story to life. The he narrator can make or break an audio book, and it’s safe to say Joel Leslie nailed it as always!

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Road to Blissville Series, Book 2

AIMEE NICOLE WALKER

M/M ROMANCE

AUDIO RELEASE: 06.19.18

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Psychic Emory Jackson and former black ops specialist Jonathon Silver are men from two completely different worlds with one thing in common: heartbreak. Emory still mourns the loss of his husband five years prior, and Jon is reeling with grief from the recent death of his twin brother.

Sparks fly when mutual friends introduce them, but it’s so much more than basic attraction. There’s an undeniable awareness and a sense of belonging that neither man can deny. Despite Emory’s premonition of a future with Jon, he has vowed never to love again. Jon is convinced that his tainted soul is the reason he will never have someone to call his own. What if they’re both wrong?

Maybe these broken men with their jagged edges could somehow align perfectly to form something whole and beautiful. But will that realization come too late for them?

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“What are you doing here, Emory?”

“I think you know.”

“I have a pretty good idea, but what has changed since I left Blissville forty minutes ago?”

“Nothing,” I answered honestly. “I don’t love you, Jon.”

“Yet,” he corrected. “You don’t love me yet.” He reached for my hand and slid his fingers in between mine. “If you walk across that threshold with me, I’m going to push you up against the nearest surface and fuck you. Probably more than once. Can you live with that?”

His words sent an electrical current racing through my body. My dick hardened fast and almost painfully beneath my tight briefs. No one had ever talked dirty to me or tried to dominate me, but it ignited something inside me like he was holding a lit match near gasoline fumes. In Jon’s eyes, I saw the raw need that burned through him just as strong as it did me.

“Take me inside.”

Jon didn’t ask me if I was sure; he gripped my hand tightly and pulled me up the broad, stone steps to the front porch. I expected him to drop my hand to unlock the front door, but he hit a few numbers on a keypad with his left hand before twisting the knob to let us inside.

I had caught a brief glimpse of the living room beyond the foyer before Jon turned to me. He didn’t even bother shutting the door before he backed me up against the foyer table. Jon’s hands immediately went to my neck to loosen my tie while he swooped down and captured my lips in a hard, demanding kiss. He released a torrent of emotions he’d repressed since we met, and I tasted each one on his tongue.

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I will always choose the book over the movie. I believe in happily-ever-after. Love inspires everything that I do. Music keeps me sane.

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5 out of 5 stars

Annika Martin has done it again. Her versatility of switching between dark and romcom is amazing. She’s one of my favorite authors and she proved why with this book.

You will laugh, cry, get angry, and so hot that you need a cold shower. I love the way Theo and Lizzy banter back and forth and slowly builds into full blown explosions!

He is determined to find the mysterious wake up caller, but she can’t let him know who she really is. Lucky for us Theo is the ever domineering alpha who ALWAYS gets what’s wants. And what he wants is that “operator. ”

This is another absolute must read from Annika Martin! You’ll be glued to your kindle until the end.

When my manager assigns me the task of finding a new wake up call service for our CEO, I think, how hard can this be?

Answer: practically impossible. It turns out that no wake-up call company in the world will take him on as a client. They’ve all had enough of his surly personality.

So in an effort not to lose my job, I secretly start making the calls myself, every day at 4:30 am sharp. OMG yes you read that right—four freaking thirty in the morning.

Confession: I’m not the nicest wake-up-call girl at that hour. Hello! Who wakes up before the roosters are even crowing? Luckily he doesn’t seem to mind my get-your-ass-out-of-bed attitude.

Day by day we’re becoming closer, and the calls start turning hot, like pay-by-the-minute hot and oh-so-wild. Snuggled under the covers with the moonlight streaming in the windows, we divulge our secrets to each other, but the one thing that he can never find out is that the sexy vixen who wakes him up every morning is just the lowly assistant who wears frumpy dresses. I can only imagine his disappointment.

Now he wants to take me out on a date and he’s scouring Manhattan to find me. He’s an overachieving billionaire bent on a mission. How much longer can I keep up this charade?

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Lizzie hasn’t even met Mr. Drummond yet, but she can already tell you all about him:

I’ve never met the notorious Mr. Drummond, but evidence of his assholery is all around.

The employees here are fearful, as though they’re expecting to be fired at any moment, or maybe beheaded. The environment is sleek gray marble and steel, like an elegant and slightly futuristic prison. No outside decorations are allowed, not even in the deepest recesses of your cubicle.

Even the outside of the building is unforgiving—a mod gray concrete bunker with rectangular windows arranged in straight rows. A study in harsh geometry.

Mr. Drummond doesn’t like decorations, my manager Sasha told me once. Vossameer is about lifesaving solutions, not party streamers.

I’d brought a giant tub of home-baked frosted cookies to share my second day, and people nearly fell out of their chairs. It turns out we can’t bring treats to share. Ever.

This is a workplace, not a potluck, Sasha said.

I’ve gotten good at sensing the jerky DNA of Mr. Drummond’s statements, and I’m pretty sure that was one of them. Same with the party streamers comment. It’s something about the sheer jerkiness of it, and also, how Sasha changes her voice to sound breathless and intense.

Everyone here is obsessed with Mr. Drummond. They seem to regard him the way the ancients regarded the gods that controlled the weather and plagues. Angry and vengeful, yet glorious. Never to be spoken ill of.

Also, nobody talks about Mr. Drummond without using the word “amazing” at least once. Maybe that’s in the employee manual somewhere.

Sasha’s obsession goes way further—more into awestruck love territory.

She speaks his name like she’s whispering hallowed secrets to the Greek oracles atop Mount Olympus—Mr. Drummond this, Mr. Drummond that. Amazing Mr. Drummond.

“Mr. Drummond is not the most sociable person in the world,” Sasha breathlessly informed me the day I started. “He has extremely high standards—for himself and for his employees—but his amazing breakthroughs save lives every day. The work we do to support him makes that possible.” And then she’d looked me deeply in the eyes and said, This is the most important job you’ll ever have.

I’d just nodded while making a mental note to stay away from any brightly colored liquid.

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4 out of 5 stars
This novella was just one scorchingly hot read! From the prologue to the end, you’ll be consumed by the lust set off when these 2 best friends finally take the jump and get down and dirty.

Rhys has been pining over his straight best friend for 12 years! To cover his feelings and tge fact that he is even gay, he spends his nights with random men to scratch the itch. He has no idea that Wade is hiding his own secret!

When Wade stumbles drunk into Rhys’ apartment one night he sees Rhys masturbating and screaming out his name. To say that he is shocked is a gross understatement. He is pissed that his best friend has been hiding this secret from him all these years, but finally he can’t take it anymore. He takes matters into his own hands rather forcefully. You can imagine Rhys’ shock when he finds out that Wade knows his secret.

The rest is mind blowingly hot sex, but Rhys does have his insecurities that I can’t blame him for. How can his straight best friend truly be interested in him? Wade has to be the aggressor to get past these insecurities, and it’s hot as hell!

They call me the Charmer. My best friend Wade tells me it’s because I’m suave and mysterious. But he doesn’t know my secret. The one I’ve kept hidden from him for twelve years. The one I will never reveal to him — Rhys
They call me The Brute. Probably because of my physique. And, let’s face it, because I’m a total dick at times. So Rhys likes to tell me anyway. Thing is, there’s something Rhys isn’t telling me. Something I’m dying to hear from his lips. His sinful confession. You see, I know Rhys’s secret — Wade

Rhys Damon has spent most of his adult life watching Wade Tucker bed woman after woman, his dark desire for his best friend and business partner a secret he is determined to take to his grave, since he knows it will never be reciprocated. With their design firm thriving across two continents, Rhys finds himself content burying his heartache in a string of meaningless, casual sex arrangements. Until the night everything changes.

When Wade Tucker stumbles upon his best friend calling out his name as he pleasures himself, he knows his relationship with Rhys will never be the same again. A year later, the memory of what Wade saw is still branded in his mind and his feelings for Rhys have evolved into something he never anticipated. As tension mounts and the relationship between the two business partners becomes increasingly strained, things finally come to a head the night Wade follows Rhys and discovers him with another man.

After an explosive confrontation, Wade makes Rhys a proposition he can’t refuse: that they try things out for six weeks. Six weeks of exploring a side of each other they never knew before. Six weeks of torrid kisses and sultry touches. Six weeks of screamingly good, scorching hot sex. Six weeks of utterly losing themselves to one another.

But as the end of their proposition looms in sight, can Wade persuade Rhys that he wants more? Or will Rhys’s deep-seated fears stop him from fully surrendering his heart and soul to the one man he thought he could never have?

Discover Rhys and Wade’s wickedly intoxicating story in this sixth novella in the hot, contemporary romance series Nights by A.M. Salinger.

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That was when Wade heard it.

A moan.

The sound had frozen his feet to the ground. Heat had flooded his face in the next instant when he realized Rhys had someone with him. Someone he was evidently having sex with. Wade was berating himself for being an ass and had decided to leave Rhys’s apartment and go back to his own place when the moan came again.

It was louder. Breathy. Sensual. And most definitely male.

Awareness slammed into Wade with the force of a speeding train. He knew that voice. Had known it for sixteen years.

He moved then, his feet taking him unbidden toward golden light spilling on hardwood floor, his racing pulse sending blood thundering in his ears. As the hairs rose on his arms and his mouth went dry, Wade ignored the internal voice screaming at him that this was a bad idea, that he didn’t have the right to do this.

To watch his best friend have sex.

But overwhelming curiosity fueled by alcohol clouded his better judgement and Wade found himself standing in front of Rhys’s bedroom in the blink of an eye. The door was slightly ajar. He saw his own hand rise and push it open a few inches as if in a dream.

Wade swallowed as he acknowledged a staggering truth to himself in that split-second before he looked up. He needed to see. Was desperate to see who had elicited such a sound from the refined man he had come to know and respect. A man Wade had never been able to fully figure out, despite over a decade of friendship.

The sight that met Wade’s eyes had his breath locking in his throat and his heart stuttering in his chest.

Just like the rest of the apartment, Rhys’s bedroom was an elegant mix of grays, blacks, silvers, and whites. Dominating the stylish space to the right and visible through the gap in the doorway was a large, charcoal, modern sleigh bed which Wade knew faced a floor-to-ceiling glass wall overlooking a terrace and the city at the opposite end.

Everything blurred out of focus as Wade stared at the man lying atop the gray sheets. The naked man who was very much on his own and masturbating while he pushed a large, flesh-colored dildo up his ass.

Sweat beaded Rhys’s forehead and upper lip as he dug his heels into the mattress and thrust up, his hips undulating in time to his busy hands as he squeezed and rubbed his glistening, engorged cock while driving the lubed love stick between his thighs in and out of his body.

A tortured sob left Rhys’s lips as a spasm of pleasure shuddered through him.

The sound traveled down Wade’s body and straight to his groin. Wade stared, entranced, as Rhys writhed on the bed and pleasured himself. There was no shame. No guilt that what he was doing was wrong. That watching Rhys in this state was a vile transgression of his friend’s privacy. Instead, only one thought filled Wade’s mind as Rhys’s movements grew more frantic, his voice unrecognizable as he moaned and cursed and groaned out in rising ecstasy.

Rhys Damon was as sexy as fuck.

Rhys suddenly stiffened on the bed. He let go of his cock, grabbed the headboard behind him in a white knuckled-grip, and rammed the dildo into his ass once, twice.

Rhys climaxed on the third violent thrust, his spine arching off the mattress in a deliciously tense curve, his toes flexing in the sheets while pulses of cum jetted out of his flushed dick and struck his golden, sweat-slicked chest and stiff nipples.

Rhys’s breath hiccupped in his throat a second before he cried out, his face crumpling as he surrendered to pure pleasure.

“Wade!”

Shock blazed through Wade at the sound of his name on Rhys’s lips. It brought him back to life in an instant, jolting him out of the hypnotic daze he’d found himself in. He stepped back from the door, turned, and headed rapidly out of Rhys’s apartment, more sober than he had ever been in his entire life.

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Ava Marie Salinger is the pen name of an Amazon bestselling author who has always wanted to write scorching hot contemporary and erotic romance. In 2018, she finally decided to venture to the steamy side. NIGHTS is the first of several sizzling series featuring sweet, sexy men and women with dark pasts and a whole lot of love to give to the ones brave enough to fight for their hearts. When she’s not dreaming up hotties to write about, you’ll find Ava creating kickass music playlists to write to, spying on the wildlife in her garden, drooling over gadgets, and eating Chinese.

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