Thursday, October 19, 2017

Riske & Revenge by Natalie E. Wrye!!!



Title: Riske and Revenge
Author: Natalie E. Wrye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2017

Synopsis


Love is the strongest emotion in the world…next to hate. I knew hate. Had known it since I was seventeen. For me, it was love turned on its head, a product of hurt and fear—twisted, tied up…and placed on the sculpted shoulders of Ethan Riske. *** Dayton, Tennessee. Home to the best cow-tipping in the world, the biggest hot dogs, and the lousiest sex. Or so I'd heard... They were right about the first two. Ethan Riske proved them wrong about the third and at seventeen, he and I spent a summer under the stars, squeezing our way out of trouble, sweating and panting among the haystacks. Until he left. Nine years later, when a huge publishing house tries to buy my small press, I storm into the office of the CEO to find him. Same cocky grin. Different name. And suddenly all I can think about is exacting revenge on Ethan Riske for breaking his contract...and my heart. But there's someone who wants revenge even more than I do. As I begin to fall for the new Ethan, will the sins of the old one come back to haunt us?  

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Excerpt

“I hope you taste as good as you smell.” The sound drifted through the air. A slow, sensuous melody floated with it, and as both made their way through the room, the beat of the song and the quiet statement I just heard rattled the bourbon in my hand, making the ice cubes shake. Or maybe I was the one shaking. I couldn’t help it. Griff was poking a hole in my ribs with his elbow, and as the lips that had just whispered in my ear withdrew, I could see the look on my “best man’s” face. He was essentially salivating, his tongue practically swinging as he took in the vision of the woman who was speaking in my ear… and laying a seductive path in my open lap. She stood, her long legs stretching, her bare torso twisting as she rolled the shape of an “S” in the air with her body, swaying seductively to the music. She was toned… that was obvious. A tight package with tits too big to be real, the buxom blonde in front of me was the object of every man’s wet-dream, star of every cock-swinger’s fantasy… Except mine. But she was doing her best. Clad in a piece of cloth that barely covered her clearly cleanly-waxed pussy, she ground her pretty ass two inches from my face while every other man in the room fought the urge to put their fingers all over her. My best friend, included. He nudged my side for the ninetieth time. “Fuck me, man,” he slurred. “If she was doing that to me, I’d be two seconds from putting my finger in her ass.” He smirked widely and wildly. “Good thing you aren’t me,” I shot back quietly, leaning over to look into his face. “That’d be a felony, you crazy ass.” I finally smiled. “And the last time I checked you didn’t fuck strippers because ‘and I quote… ‘Who knows how many other items have been in those goddamned holes?'" I threw Griff’s own words back at him with a silent grin. “Doesn’t matter,” he declared, staring at the stripper in front of me for the thousandth time. “For her?” He swallowed another mouthful of scotch. “I’d make an exception.” I glared at the beautiful blonde again. Because Griff was right. The exotic dancer… She might have been one of the best looking I’d ever seen. Maybe the best. She was tall, long-legged. Gorgeous… in the porn star sense, of course, with a wide, luscious mouth made for licking and sucking in only the most erotic of ways. She licked her lips at me as if she wanted to make good on the promise she’d just whispered, and I had no doubt when she looked at me, her brown doe-like eyes wide, that—if she could, she would devour me until nothing was left. Until she drained every drop. Unfortunately, for her, I wasn’t interested. She tried to drag me to my feet, her tiny fingers wrapping around my own, pulling as she walked backwards in the direction of the edge of the room. The overhead maroon lights illuminating the space in our black-curtain closed boudoir made her look as naughty as every word dripping from her blood-red mouth, and Bambi the Bimbo was putting on her best pout to entice me into joining her towards whatever dirty fun lay in the dark room beyond this one. All of the men—friend and foe—whooped as I slowly dragged myself to my feet, stumbling and fumbling over the discarded decorations that littered the floor. Streamers and “Congratulations” ribbons ran the length of the room, taking up space between the cloth-covered tables, and I staggered past them, barely holding onto my Bourbon as I followed stolidly behind the too-excited dancer who nearly bounced on her platform-covered toes. With the push of another curtain, we fell into another room, and I let my body flounce on the dark-colored couches beyond it, slumping into the padded cushions. I took a healthy swig of my drink and sank my fingers into the seat beneath, wondering how many stains these comfortable sofas had really seen. The drunker I got, the more it didn’t matter. Ignorance truly was bliss. And so was the sensation making its way down my crotch—a gentle rubbing that circled the length of my cock through the fabric of my suit pants. From the tip to the very base. I groaned, closing my eyes as I saw a vision in my mind. A vision too good to be true. A vision over ten years old. Waves of dark hair fell to a waist too tiny to be anything but touched. Shiny and soft, the beautiful brown mane swept across my chest, against my shirt, as two eyes, a crystal-clear blue, peeked from beneath the strands, as round and as large as saucers. In my mind, they met mine, saying things that couldn’t be vocalized, voicing words that need not be said. They seduced in the most innocent of ways, waylaying me, pulling at a possessiveness in me I didn’t know existed. The blue eyes smiled. The smile beneath them was even better—wicked, as it dipped to my abdomen and pressed there, making me ache, causing my cock to strain against the inconvenient zipper located there. How many times had I imagined those lips doing exactly that? That tongue licking out beneath those straight white teeth to lap at my skin, the edge of her mouth nipping at the most sensitive parts of me? It was torture—letting her tease me, taking me to the brink and back again as she swept that sheet of auburn locks over my body as she bent to her knees. I sucked in a breath soaked in desire as I waited for her to place her mouth where it mattered most. And then it stopped. The teasing. She stopped. And before I knew it, she was pulling—no, ripping—at my pants. The top button popped, and suddenly my cock was between her hands, her lips. She sank her mouth around it with a sigh, sucking with delight. The sexiest slurp ever made to man escaped from between her teeth, and I nearly lost it, grinding my own teeth as I gripped the back of her head, my eyelids squeezing tight enough to ache. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I muttered. Over and over and over again. It was fucking amazing. Something so simple—someone so simple, sweet and secretly naughty could bring a stubborn fucker like me—CEO and all—to his Giorgio Armani-covered knees. I came… with my cock in her mouth and her name on my mind. I leaned back even further, letting my head fall into the cushions. “Fuck, Kat…” I mumbled, feeling way too fucked up to move, the liquor coursing through my veins as I came down from my high, my fingers reaching out to touch her once more. But she backed away. “Kat?” she said, rising to her feet. “Who the fuck is Kat?” I opened my eyes, staring at the figure fumbling around in front of me. It was the blonde vixen—the stripper. Standing on shaky legs, she wobbled between my legs, locking me with a stare, her eyes hard and unblinking. She placed her hands on her tiny hips. “Who the hell is Kat?” As if she was outraged. As if she had any right to question whatever the fuck I was doing anyway. I ignored her with a shrug, stowing my dick back in my pants with a loud zip! I finished my drink and sat it down. “Ohhhh… I get it,” the blonde blower hissed. “She must be your fiancĂ©. Well… I guarantee you that she’s never made you come like that. That was epic, baby,” she sighed, trying to straddle me. Her pussy was peeking completely out of her barely-there panties this time, and she tried to rub it across me, sliding her pink slit across the front of my pants with a slow grind. I almost pushed her off. I stood. “There is no fiance,” I rumbled. “But I thought…” “My friends,” I interrupted, “thought it’d be funny to celebrate my new position. They said it was fitting… seeing as how I’m now married to my job. This isn’t a real bachelor party. And that wasn’t a real blow-job…” She raised an eyebrow. “Certainly felt real to me.” I pulled out my wallet, taking out a couple hundred dollar bills and putting them in the palm of her hand. I folded her fingers around them, looking into her eyes. “Can’t be real… Not when you’re thinking about someone else the entire time.” I turned just as the fair-haired, breathing blow-up doll gaped. I pulled the black curtain aside, exiting, attempting to avoid the curious gaze of every onlooking employee that came to the party to usher me into my new executive role. My smile was weak, as I tried to shake off what just happened to me in the other room… and who I was imagining it happening with. Somehow, it was the brunette in my head, and not the blonde on my lap, that felt as if she were still on my skin. I was in so much fucking trouble.



About The Author

Natalie Wrye is a tequila connoisseur, Game of Thrones addict and author best known for writing page-turning Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense.
A fan of the beautifully polarizing anti-hero, she crafts sexy stories about hard-bodied, complex men and the strong-willed women who crave them.
 

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Attached to You by Lindsay Paige!!!

Synopsis:

Brayden Hayes is all work and no play. Meeting one woman is all it takes to finally force himself to find a balance between work on the ice and relationships away from it. If there’s one thing Brayden is sure of, it’s that he wants to keep her around and make their time together worthwhile.

Deanna Mitchell hops from guy to guy because she doesn’t want to settle for just anyone. She has made a lot of mistakes, but deciding to see Brayden is not one of them. She thinks. What she feels around him makes her think he could be the one.

While Deanna remains unsure, Brayden is going all in and he’s ready to face whatever problems arise. Together, they discover that finding a balance isn’t hard when you’re with the right person.

Sunny's Review:

I really thought I was going to totally love this book. Normally I like the quiet captain that doesn't say a whole lot and then when they get their book I am so in love!  I know this sounds like this is going to be a bad review so Lindsay Paige, if you are reading this, read the whole thing. 

Brayden is the captain of the Carolina Rebels and focuses only on his career. He is great at it and knows that he has a limited time to play. I like that about him but he is really kind of a jerk. I am fine with him being focused on his career and he actually puts a lot of that aside for Deanna. I really did not like the way he treated his mother. I felt like even though he is a loner and his mom was a little nosey he was really a jerk to her. Other than that, I was okay with Brayden but he is definitely not my favorite character in this series. 

Deanna is one of my least favorite characters of all time. Yes I am putting her up there with
Bella from Twilight and Ana from 50 Shades. There are a couple of others ones that are up there too. I just did not find any really redeeming factors for Deanna. She was not a horrible person that was killing anyone but she was just kind of whiny with a poor pitiful me attitude. I understand a bad home life but she was using that as an excuse to not have any rules as an adult. She made bad decisions and was very immature. She was reckless with Brayden's reputation even after she knew who he was. 

As far as the story line went, it was pretty good. Brayden had to figure out to balance hockey and life. It took him a bit but he started figuring it out. Deanna had to learn to let her past relationships go and focus on her future. She finally started to get it. I liked that the conflict between Brayden and Deanna was not cleared up immediately. It made the story feel a little more realistic. 

I am giving this book 4.5 stars out of 5. This is definitely not my favorite of this series but it was still a good book. 

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Becca Redford and the Big Bad Wolfhound by Shawna Romkey!!!

Other Worlds Synopsis:

21 award-winning and best-selling authors bring you the best of PARANORMAL and SCI-FI ROMANCE in this enticing boxed set of 20 exclusive epic adventures. 

Dark vampire lords, supernatural hunters, crafty hackers, uncompromising alien alphas, fearless shifters, rogue spaceship captains, and MORE await in this highly sought-after collection including BRAND NEW romantic, otherworldly tales! 

Step into OTHER WORLDS as these fresh voices of SFR and PNR take you on a journey to immortal realms and extraterrestrial territories where your imagination takes flight and fantasies come to life. Pre-order now to secure YOUR copy of this limited edition Sci-Fi Romance and Paranormal Romance collection!




Shawna Romkey - BECCA REDFORD AND THE BIG, BAD WOLFHOUND - Detention. Homework. Fall in love. Slay werewolves.What's your Monday look like?

Sunny's Review of Becca Redford & the Big Bad Wolfhound

Becca Redford is your typical surly annoying teenager in the beginning of this book. Her parents are separating and will get divorced and she is angry that her life is being disrupted. She is actually really annoying to me. I don't like the whole apathetic teen that has no interest in anything. It took me a little bit to warm up to Becca but once I did she was okay. She ended up caring about her dog, Morri and learning about her heritage, slaying werewolves. Becca meets Ben and is instantly attracted to him. He is to her as well but he can't be around her since he is a werewolf. Ben is pretty great and even though he knows he should not be near Becca he continues to run into her. Becca and Ben find out that there are rogue werewolves running around the woods and killing innocent people. They try to figure out what is happening as Ben tries to help her understand more werewolf lore. 

I don't want to give you anymore details but you should really want to read this book. I ended up really loving this book. I am giving this book 4.5 stars out of 5. I think you will get sucked into this book as quickly as I did.

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Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Royal Marine by Dahlia Donovan!!!


Author: Dahlia Donovan
Title: The Royal Marine
Series: The Sin Bin, Book 4
Genre: Gay Romance
Release Date: October 14, 2017
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
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Who keeps the Royal Marine's heart safe when he's running headlong into danger?

Akash Robinson fuses his Indian and British heritage into his baked creations. His life is all things sugar and spice, especially when a blind date leads him to the older military man of his dreams. Family, friends, and an unwanted admirer all threaten both his sanity and his budding romance.

Hamish Ross carries the names of his lost soldiers on his back. He takes his work seriously with no time for love. All it takes is one impulsive kiss to lead him into uncharted romantic waters.  

When a sarcastic baker mixes with a stoic alpha marine, who will come out on top when the flour settles?

The Royal Marine is book four in Dahlia Donovan's international bestselling gay romance series, The Sin Bin. Each one features hot rugby players and the men who steal their hearts.

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Other Books in The Sin Bin Series

The Wanderer
Book 1

The Caretaker
Book 2


Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.


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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Dear Bridget, I Want You Now Available by Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland

   

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Dear Bridget,

I’m writing this letter because it’s highly doubtful I’ll ever garner the courage to say this to your face.

So, here goes.

We’re totally wrong for each other. You’re the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I’m just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England.

But here’s the thing… for some bloody reason, I can’t stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.

I want you.

The only reason I’m even admitting all of this to you right now is because I don’t believe it’s one-sided. I notice your eyes when you look at me, too. And as crass as I appear when we’re joking around about sex, my attraction to you is not a joke.

So, what’s the purpose of this note? I guess it’s a reminder that we’re adults, that sex is healthy and natural, and that you can find me just through the door past the kitchen. More specifically, it’s to let you know that I’m leaving said door cracked open from now on in case you’d like to visit me in the middle of the night sometime.

No questions asked.

Think about it.

Or don’t.

Whatever you choose.

It’s doubtful I’ll even end up sliding this letter under your door anyway.

--Simon

   

          Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list seventeen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island. Facebook Fan Group | Facebook | Website |Twitter | Instagram     Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million and a half books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in seventeen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six. Website | Facebook Fan Group | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram   
Other books from Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward:

Cocky Bastard

Stuck-Up Suit
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Playboy Pilot

Mister Moneybags


Other books from Vi Keeland:

Standalone novels

Beautiful Mistake


Egomaniac

Bossman
The Baller

Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)

First Thing I See


Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat

Throb

MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight

Worth the Chance

Worth Forgiving

The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You

Made for You


Other books from Penelope Ward:

Drunk Dial

Mack Daddy:

RoomHate

Stepbrother Dearest

Neighbor Dearest

Sins of Sevin

Jake Undone (Jake #1)

My Skylar

Jake Understood (Jake #2)

Gemini