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Man Candy by Melanie Harlow
Release Date: June 20, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

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Synopsis:

He’s back.

Not just back in town, but living in the flat right beneath mine. And he looks good enough to eat, which is just one more reason to stay away from him.

But I can’t resist.

The sex is incredible (pretty sure we’ve shaken the house right off its foundation), but he can’t fool me—not this time. A degree in marketing and five years in advertising have taught me that “true love” is a fairy tale used to sell lipstick, diamonds, and perfume. It doesn’t exist.

He thinks I’m wrong, and he wants to prove it.

I think he’s crazy, so I dare him to try.

It might be the biggest mistake of my life.

 

 

Review:

* A review copy was provided by the author for the Blog Tour *

~ 4 Love Bug Stars ~

Ok Let’s be honest…..who doesn’t want to read Man Candy after seeing this cover?? I know it was what drew me to the book, but then once I read the blurb I just knew I had to read this book.

This is my first book by Melanie Harlow and it won’t be my last. I really enjoyed this book. She had the perfect mix of humor, romance, and sex to keep me hooked all the way through. I will say that YES this book has a lot of really HOT sex in it, but there was so much more to this story. Even if the sex wasn’t in this book, the storyline was interesting enough to hold my attention. I thought the writing and flow of the story was effortless and spot on!! I loved the characters we meet in this story, although to be completely honest Jamie was starting to get on my nerves by the end and I did roll my eyes at her towards the end. She was just so stubborn and stuck in her own head!! But that didn’t take away from my full enjoyment of the book.

Man Candy was a combination of a friends to lovers and a second chance romance. In this story we follow Jamie and Quinn. They have known each other for many years since they were teenagers. Jamie has been in love with Quinn since she was seventeen and was even bold enough to tell him so back then….until he laughed. To say she was brokenhearted was putting it mildly. Bouncing back from that Jamie formed walls around her heart and never opened herself up like that again…so she could never be hurt again. Fast forward 10 years and all of a sudden Quinn is back in her life. Can Quinn make Jamie let down her walls and open her heart to love again?? You’ll need to read this book to find out.

I have to admit, I really liked Quinn and Jamie together. They not only had amazingly funny banter, which had me laughing out loud, they were really sweet and sexy together. They just fit well together.

I loved the secondary character just as much as Quinn and Jamie. They were the perfect set of friends Quinn and Jamie could’ve had. Melanie wrote them so well, that she made me wish I was a part of their circle 🙂

This is definitely a book I would recommend to anyone who loves a good friends to lovers or second chance romance. This book is also perfect for those readers who are fans of a great romantic comedy novel. This is definitely a book I can see myself reading again in the future.

 

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Excerpt:

 

“It’s so good to see you, Jaime,” he said. “You look great.”

“You too,” I said before I could stop myself. I didn’t want him to think I still cared—in fact, I wanted him to know I wasn’t fooled by his charm. I wasn’t that silly little girl anymore, the one who’d doodled his name in her notebooks and blushed when he said hi at school and cried herself to sleep when he asked another girl to his prom. That silly little girl was gone, and in her place was a confident, smart, professional woman who knew her worth and, even better, the truth about love. No more stars in her eyes.

But why did he have to be so hot?

OK, pull yourself together. No drooling.

“I’m so glad this worked out.” Quinn let me go but stood too close, his feet planted wide and his arms crossed over his chest. He wore jeans, a gray knit pullover that hugged his muscular chest and arms, and his feet were bare. His hair was damp and messy on top, just like it had been the last time I’d seen him in person. His full lower lip made me want to bite it. Maybe even draw blood.

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower,” he said sheepishly, ruffling his hair. “Want to come in and catch up? Or maybe go out for a drink? I just need to throw some shoes on.”

“No.” Trying desperately to shove the image of him in the shower from my mind, I elbowed past him and trudged up the stairs. My cheeks were hot, which meant they were probably turning scarlet. They ruined my poker face every time.

“Come on, it’s Friday!”

“I have work to do.” He was naked a few minutes ago. And wet.

“Did you have a bad day?”

“No.” Rivulets of water streaming over those muscles.

“You already have plans tonight?”

“No.” Steam rising as he stroked himself beneath the spray.

“You don’t love me anymore?”

I froze as the shower fantasy exploded into bits, replaced by a humiliation that paralyzed me, one foot on the top step, one hand on the banister. Slowly, I turned my head and glared at him over one shoulder.

Now the grin cocked up on one side. “Because you used to, you know. You told me.”

“You need to forget about that.”

“Have you?”

“Yes,” I snapped. “That was a long time ago. Back when I was young and impressionable and believed in love.”

His brows went up. “You don’t believe in love anymore?”

“Not the romantic kind. That’s a fantasy used to sell things like lipstick and roses and diamonds.”

“Pretty jaded for twenty-seven, aren’t you?”

I resumed heading up the stairs. “I’m not jaded, Quinn. I’m just a realist.” And I’ve been burned before, trusting guys way less attractive than you.

He said nothing more, and I let myself into my flat. As soon as the door was shut behind me, I leaned back against it, exhaling and fanning my face.

He still got to me. That was so aggravating.

I mean, how was I supposed to sleep at night? Quinn Rusek was one fine piece of man candy, and I had a sweet tooth for him that wouldn’t quit.

But he’d made fun of me! Again! A nice guy would have at least pretended not to remember what I’d said. Or maybe apologized for humiliating me. Or not have brought it up at all!

What an asshole.

A hot asshole—the worst kind.

Curse you, Alex, and your generous heart.

And curse you, Quinn, for getting under my skin again. You stay away from me.

But a traitorous little part of me hoped he wouldn’t.

(Bet you can guess which part.)

 

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Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.


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Title: Think Again
Author: Isabel Lucero
Genre: Contemporary (Steamy) Romance
Release Date: June 27, 2016
He thinks I don’t know.
He thinks he’s getting away with it.
He thinks karma won’t come back to get him.
He needs to think again.
 
Men think women are vindictive, and maybe they’re right. But when we get to the point of being cold, calculating, and vindictive, it’s because they pushed us there.
Not only is my husband unaware that he’s pushing me too far, he also doesn’t realize that I just met a man who’s ready to catch me.
 
I think he’s just my new co-worker.
I think it’s just innocent flirting.
I think I’ll be able to keep my morals.
I need to think again.


When she sits down on the couch across from me, I go back to pretending to read my magazine. The scent of her perfume invades my nostrils, and based on the strength of it, it would appear she bathed herself in it. The scent is floral and sweet, smelling like one of those Victoria Secret body sprays. I glance over my magazine at her and notice she’s keeping her eye on the elevators. Waiting. Her thick, red hair falls over her shoulders, covering up some of the major cleavage she’s sporting. 

I place the magazine back on the table and gather my purse, figuring it’s time to go. She gives me a friendly smile as our eyes meet, and I return it with a quick, tight grin before walking to the other side of the lobby where they sell refreshments. I buy a bottle of water and a muffin, and while I’m waiting for the cashier to give me my change, I look back at the redhead. 

The elevator door dings, and I watch as she stands and begins to walk in that direction, her hips swaying with every step. A man comes strutting out, his bright blue tie is loose around his neck, and his black suit jacket looks a little wrinkled. It appears that the dirty blonde hair on his head has been pulled on, evidence of a romp in the sack. Almost as if he can hear my thoughts, he runs his hands through it, trying to get each hair in place.

The woman approaches him, and he looks a little surprised to see her, but she smiles and shimmies her body up next to him. He smirks down at her and says something that makes her laugh fill the lobby. 

“Here you go,” the cashier says, grabbing my attention. 

“Thanks,” I respond distractedly, getting my change.

When I look back in the direction of the couple, I find that they’re already stepping outside. I put my change in my purse, take a few bites of my muffin before deciding I don’t really want it after all. After tossing it in the trash and taking a few sips of my water, I exit the hotel and take a deep breath of the fresh air. I need to get home before it gets too late, so I hurry to my car and begin my journey. 

The drive from the Embassy Suites to my house takes between fifteen and twenty minutes depending on traffic. At the end of July in Anchorage, the weather is just about as perfect as you can ask for. On some days it’s sixty-seven degrees, on others it’s seventy-five. Believe me when I tell you, sixty anything degrees is extremely warm in Alaska. When you hit negative temps in the winter, anything above forty is pretty good. 

Right now, even at six-thirty at night, the sun is shining like it’s midday. It won’t begin to go down until sometime between ten-thirty and eleven. Gotta love Alaska. 

When I pull up to my two-story home and into the garage, I’m not surprised to see that my husband isn’t home yet. He’s always late coming home from work, telling me his job as an architectural and engineering manager is never done. Aaron is constantly having to finish up plans before certain deadlines, and when he comes home, he’s usually back to work in his office soon after. 

As soon as I enter the house, I take off my shoes and leave them in the mudroom before walking straight upstairs. The large and numerous windows in the house let in the natural sunlight, and give you a beautiful view of mountains and trees in every room. 

My achy feet take me to my dresser where I pull out something to change into. As I strip out of my work clothes, I take a minute to look over my reflection in the mirror. My blonde hair is tied up into a ponytail, and my nurse’s scrubs are the least flattering things I can wear. Once everything is off, my green eyes look over every inch of my body. 

I like to think I’m still in pretty good shape. I’m not curvy like the lady at the hotel, but I’m happy with my body. I don’t have huge boobs or a lot of ass, but I think I’m well-proportioned.

I often have to tell myself I’m good enough, but you know, self-doubt always creeps in. I try not to compare myself to other women. There were times where I’d see one woman and think to myself, “Oh, I wish I had her toned legs.” Then another woman would walk by and I’d think, “Oh, I’d love to have her boobs.” Now my thought process is: Fuck it. I am who I am. There are still times when I think I’m not good enough, but I’ll get to the why of that later. 

I put on some yoga pants and a tank top, opting to take a bubble bath later, and choosing to eat dinner first. I’m not in the kitchen too long before I have a large bowl of grilled chicken salad prepared. As I’m scooping the mixture onto make my plate, I hear the garage door open. 

Aaron strolls into the kitchen a minute later and drops his briefcase on the island. 

“Hey. Want some food?” I ask him. 

He eyes the bowl of salad and makes a face. “No. I’m gonna grab a shower real quick.”

“Okay. How was work?” 

“Work was,” he pauses and lets out a long sigh, “work.” 

I give him a small smile and nod. 

I’ve been married to Aaron for three years, but we’ve been together for nearly seven. I was just twenty-one when we began dating, and he was twenty-five. Aaron was charming, handsome, funny, and a romantic. He was so easy to fall for.

I was working at a coffee shop while going to college, and he was one of my regulars. Every time he came in, he flirted with me, and eventually began bringing me a single flower with each visit. He didn’t ask me out right away, though. 

Every day I anticipated his visit, hoping that that day would be the day he’d ask me out. One of my co-workers kept telling me to just ask him out, but my pride wouldn’t let me do that. I thought I was giving him enough signals without throwing myself at him completely. 

Aaron looked like he stepped straight out of a magazine every time he walked into the shop. His perfect smile melted me, his dazzling hazel eyes hypnotized me, his blonde hair was strategically in place, and he was always dressed immaculately. 

After about a month and a half, he finally asked me out. I fell hard and fast. We were the happiest, most affectionate couple, and our friends gave us shit about it all time. Sickeningly sweet is what they called us. My girlfriends were mad that at such a young age, I was already “tied down” and not wanting to go out with them anymore. I didn’t even care. I didn’t miss the single lifestyle. I had Aaron, and we were happy. 

Janna would always tell me I should think twice about settling down so fast, and reminded me constantly that I had only had one boyfriend before him. My co-worker, Mel, would always try to convince me to stay single like her so we could go out together. 

I figured they were jealous. Everybody wanted an Aaron, if not Aaron himself, and I had him. I wasn’t going to let my happily ever after slip through my fingers. 

Perhaps, I should have thought twice, because like the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. 

I walk around the kitchen island and towards my husband. I remove his already loose, bright blue tie, and then his wrinkled black suit jacket. 

“I’ll put these in the laundry room,” I tell him. “Bring me the rest after your shower.” 

He gives me a hasty kiss on my cheek. “Thanks.” 

I watch him disappear upstairs and I’m left alone with the smell of the redheaded woman’s perfume on his clothes.
Isabel Lucero is the author of the romantic suspense novel The Secrets That We Keep and the bestselling erotic romance books Living in Sin, Unforgivable Sin, and Sins & Mistrust; books one, two, and three in The Escort Series. She also penned the crime drama, WAR. 

She was born in a small town in New Mexico and was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband’s career in the Air Force. She’s been married for eleven years to the love of her life and Jr. High School sweetheart. Together they have two of the best and most beautiful kids in the world. 
 
Isabel’s love for reading is anything but new, she’s been reading since before she was a teenager. 

She’s a multi-genre author, tackling genres such as romantic suspense, erotic romance, crime drama, and contemporary romance. 
She currently lives overseas and is constantly coming up with new book ideas, so keep an eye open for new stories coming your way. Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in general. You can find her on her personal website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
 


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Garrison is content being married to Julia even though he is a bisexual. That is, until he realizes the man he has the hots for is interested in him. Too bad his job as a detective has him busy dealing with a serial murder case. Good thing, the sexy lawyer is also on the case and it gives him a reason to see him.

Keaton might be a shark in the courtroom, winning almost every single case he tries, but he is submissive in the bedroom. It’s hard to balance his work life with his private life and finding someone that can handle both aspects of his personality.

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My phone rang, and I sat back from Garrison to pull it from my pocket. I cleared my throat at the name on the screen.

“Go ahead and take it,” Garrison said, leaning against the padding of the booth. He spread his arms out on either side of the backing, showing off how built he was and making my mouth go dry.

“Hello?” I tried answering in my normal voice, although it wasn’t normally how I spoke to her. However, balancing the dominating man in front of me and the controlling woman on the phone wasn’t easy.

“Where are you?” she barked.

“I’m sorry. I lost track of time. I am going to have to reschedule our meeting,” I admitted, holding back the groan that threatened to climb from within. Moving our appointment wasn’t what I wanted, but arriving late and not getting my full time wasn’t an option either. How had I lost track of time?

“This is unacceptable, Counselor. I’m very upset with you,” she snapped with venom in her voice.

“Understandably so. When can you fit me in next? I promise it won’t happen again.” I would’ve begged right then and there if it weren’t for the blue eyes burning into me from across the small table. I’d just tried to pick up on him only to be shot down, and now I was on the phone with the woman who dominated me on a regular basis. I wanted to squirm in my seat from the awkwardness of the situation, but didn’t because he couldn’t hear her side of the conversation. He had no idea who was on the phone, and I wouldn’t let it show. I might be submissive, but I wasn’t weak.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should make you wait another week before I make time for you. What would you say to that?” she demanded. That made me shift in my seat. I couldn’t handle waiting that long for her.

“Please,” I hissed, ducking my head, as if I could hide anything from the man across from me.

“Please what? You are the one that messed up here. Not me. I am upset with you; so why should I go out of my way to make time for you after you missed the time I’d already made for you?” she sneered.

My dick throbbed in my pants, my chest felt tight. I needed to see her. I needed the release only she was able to give me.

“I need to see you,” I lowered my voice even more, so low I wasn’t sure she’d be able to hear me.

“I’ll call you if I have some time open up,” she taunted and hung up.

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Julia

I wanted to beg for him to undress me and take me right there, but this was his scene, and I was no longer in charge.

“Take off my shirt,” he rasped in his sexy as hell voice that sent sparks of desire between my thighs. My fingers were much smaller than his, and I trembled with need by the time I finished the few remaining buttons. My hands glided up from the waistband of his dress pants, over his rippling abs to his delicious, firm pecs, and across his broad shoulders. I followed the shirt down his bulging biceps to his forearms to the cuffs, the only thing keeping the shirt on. It now hung low around his hips in the back and practically framed his lean waist.

As tempting as it was to drop to my knees, I didn’t. Instead, I worked out each cufflink, and the garment finally drifted to the floor. I dropped the silver clasps on top of the fabric so they’d be easy to find later.

“On the bed,” Garrison whispered, but I clearly heard him and scrambled to kneel in the middle of the mattress. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, stalking toward me, stepping out of his shoes then bending to tug off his socks before joining me. “Fuck, Julia, that outfit is hot.”

I blushed a little at his praise. I craved to hear such reverence in his voice. I always dressed sexy for my Domme sessions because Garrison often claimed me after them. Reasserting his dominance. I happily handed it back to him since he let me fulfill my needs, even the ones he couldn’t satisfy himself.

“Get on your back,” he instructed, and I moved to relax on the pillows with my legs spread wide, heels digging into the soft bedding. A deep growl, or maybe it was a groan, rumbled through the air, and he crawled over me. “You are all mine. Every single inch of you.”

“Every single inch,” I repeated because it was the truth. My palm came up to cup his cheek as he lowered himself to bring our lips into contact. Not one other part of him touched me, and I writhed under his suspended body. I couldn’t help it. When he showed his sheer strength, it turned me on and made me want him more than ever.

A snap of elastic filled the air when he tore off my panties. I had only a moment to gasp at the burn caused by the rendering of the fabric before his thick fingers were pushing inside me, the weight of him coming to rest on top of me.

“So. Wet,” he breathed, punctuating each word with a thrust.

I arched off the bed and fisted my hands in the bedspread.

“Always,” I moaned.

“Only. For. Me,” he claimed once again using his fingers, fucking me to punctuate every word.

“Only you,” I gasped as his fingers curled and pressed along the ultrasensitive spot along the front wall of my cunt.

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Author Bio

Happily married mother of two darling, trying, beautiful, horribly energetic little girls, an adorable German Shephard pup who makes her get off her butt and at least go for a walk around the block, and a fat, old, lazy chihuahua.

When she isn’t spending all her time writing dirty, sexy, naughty erotic romances, she is narrating audiobooks and helping run a LBGT blog.

Rachael loves to push herself to write new things so her books vary from heterosexual romances to gay/lesbian romances to menage romances… She couldn’t imagine writing outside of the romance genre since that’s what life is all about.. Love, sex, happiness.

She is a full supporter of the LBGT community and equality for all.

Please connect with her as she loves to know that people appreciate the time and energy she puts into each story.

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A Beautiful Sin by A.M. Hargrove & Terri E. Laine
Release Date: June 23rd, 2016

 

 

 

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Synopsis:

USA TODAY BESTSELLING authors, Terri E. Laine and A.M. Hargrove bring a new full-length standalone, Contemporary Romance novel.

 

Since I was a boy, my desire was to marry the church. To give my vows and life over to God despite the corruption in my soul.

I am a sinner, the embodiment of temptation, or so I’ve been told.

Yet, I’ve never touched, never kissed, never sought the company of another until her.

She is my weakness, my salvation, my downfall and my freedom. Our sins are bound tighter than fate.

My name is Canaan. I am an ordained Roman Catholic priest, forever and always.

Her name is Haven. She may be my destiny, my destruction.

This is not a love story, but rather a confession of all my sins.

 

Warning – A Beautiful Sin is a forbidden romance that blurs lines between passion and religious faith. Please be warned, the subject matter may be offensive to some readers.

 

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Review

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~ 5 A Little Heaven on Earth Stars ~

Well I think it is safe to say that Terri E Laine and A.M. Hargrove can do no wrong when it comes to writing books together!! This is the third book by this duo that I have read and the books just keep getting better and better.

I will be honest when I say that A Beautiful Sin may not be for everyone. I myself was hesitant to read this book due to the subject content, but then I figured why not!!! I am glad that I did because this book wasn’t what I was expecting. There are a couple reasons I think some readers will have issues with this book, One being that this book covers the topic of abuse, so if you have a hard time reading about that, then this is a book you should pass on. Secondly this is a very taboo book and those who have strong religious beliefs may find this book offensive.

I personally enjoyed this book a lot. I thought the storyline was an emotional one and one that was handled with tact and decorum. This book is a forbidden love story on a taboo subject. What happens when the path you have chosen for yourself, turns out to be the wrong one?? What happens when you fall in love with someone you shouldn’t??? What happens when two people cross lines that they can’t uncross?? To get those answers you will need to read this book. I don’t want to really go into the storyline much. I think this is a book you just need to experience by yourself.

A Beautiful Sin is a standalone novel. In this book we meet Canaan and Haven. Both were very broken characters, but had so much in common. Both have sad and heartbreaking pasts and because of that they both have trouble trusting and live with enormous amount of Guilt. I truly loved both of these characters. They were both strong and weak in their own ways.

I would recommend this book to any reader who is a fan of the taboo/forbidden love story.

 

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A.M. Hargrove:

One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn’t do something soon, it would be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author.

She fancies herself all of the following: Reader, Writer, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Coffee Drinker (swears the coffee, chocolate, and ice cream should be added as part of the USDA food groups), Lover of Grey Goose (and an extra dirty martini), #WalterThePuppy Lover, and if you’re ever around her for more than five minutes, you’ll find out she’s a non-stop talker.

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Terri E. Laine:

Terri E. Laine, USA Today bestselling author, left a lucrative career as a CPA to pursue her love for writing. Outside of her roles as a wife and mother of three, she’s always been a dreamer and as such became an avid reader at a young age.

In her early years, she and her best friend would tell each other stories over the phone when they were bored. They called them their “soap operas” and generally revolved around whatever boy they liked at the time.

Many years later, she got a crazy idea to write a novel and set out to try to publish it. With over a dozen titles published under various pen names, the rest is history. Her journey has been a blessing, and a dream realized. She looks forward to many more memories to come.

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Book 13 in the USA Today Bestselling Impossible Series—Can be read as a standalone.

 

A man with a broken heart…

The agony of losing the woman I love to another Dominant has left me dead inside. Over the last two years, sex has become my drug of choice to cope with the loss. I know I’m too broken to ever love again, but that won’t stop me from trying to fuck my pain away.

 

A woman with a painful past…

I’m not interested in intimacy, but I am interested in sex. As a BDSM romance novelist, I need to explore the world of kink for my books. The power exchange is meaningless; nothing more than research. Until I meet him. The powerful Dom won’t relent until he breaks down all my walls, including the ones that protect my ravaged heart.

 

Bound together by lust and danger…

Chloe Martin is a BDSM romance author by night and an investigative journalist by day. When the latter brings her to the New York unit of the FBI to research the Latin Kings, she never expects her two careers to collide. The agent she’s shadowing—Dexter Scott—is also a Dominant, and he’s interested in helping with her research in the field and in the bedroom.

 

But Chloe’s story on the Latin Kings puts her in the line of fire, and Dex’s protective—and possessive—instincts kick in. Can he let go of his pain and find his happily ever after? Or will the danger that surrounds them steal his second chance at love?   

 

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“Your safe word is red,” Dex told me. “Can you remember that?”

“Of course I can.” A hint of my indignation returned. Did he really think I was so dim that I couldn’t remember a simple safe word?

The pressure of the crop beneath my chin increased, tipping my head back farther and forcing me up onto my toes.

“Don’t be so sure. I’m going to take you so high, you’ll forget your own name. But don’t forget that one word.”

I wanted to say that I doubted his arrogant assertion. No Dom had ever sent me into subspace. I might play the role of a sub for my scenes, but I never truly submitted.

But something deep within me whispered that I’d already lost. I’d made the mistake of engaging in a power play with him, and I’d ceded to his will. I’d thought I was fully in control of the scene, but what had seemed like small changes—the blindfold, the gentle caresses of the crop instead of painful strikes, his low, firm commands rather than barked orders—had made me come undone.

“Good girl,” he said again before I could gather my wits enough to formulate a flippant response.

“I didn’t say anything,” I protested weakly. I’d done nothing to earn his praise.

The crop tenderly traced the line of my jaw. I suddenly wished he’d touch me with his fingertips instead. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I bit back a plea for him to put his hands on me.

“You didn’t have to say anything,” he told me in that same smooth, soothing tone. “And you don’t have to fight me. I can tell you’re trying to resist. Submit.”

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“Yes, you can. You just don’t want to. But I’m not giving you a choice. Your only way out of this is your safe word.”

A beat of silence passed. He was giving me the opportunity to escape.

But I said nothing. I sealed my fate.

“Excellent. You’ve pleased me, Chloe.” The smooth leather traced the swell of my breasts again, and I arched into him as carnal sensation overwhelmed me. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

I moaned. A bite of pain nipped at me as the crop slapped the top of my breast.

“I want a coherent answer,” he prompted, his voice lilting with arrogant amusement. A twin hit landed on my other breast, chastising me.

“Yes,” my shy admission was barely audible.

“Louder. And address me with respect.” The crop snapped against my sensitive inner thigh, and I cried out at the unexpected sting. With my sight taken, I couldn’t predict where the blows would land. It heightened my physical senses, making the relatively light hits inflict sensation that went deeper than my flesh. An odd tingling raced across my mind along with the sparks that danced across my skin. Thoughts turned hazy, and for a moment I floated.

Then the crop fell on my thighs again, snapping against one and then the other in rapid succession. I squealed and tried to close my legs, only to be reminded that they were held open by the spreader bar. My sound of protest transformed into a husky moan.

“I asked you a question,” his voice threaded through my mind. “Tell me this feels good. Tell me you like pleasing me.”

“Yes,” my voice seemed detached from my consciousness, leaving my lips without thought. “Yes, it feels good.”

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected me with another, sharper slap against my thigh. My abused flesh throbbed with a delicious burn, the warmth spreading up into my pussy.

“Yes,” I said more clearly. “It feels good, Sir.”

The crop suddenly pressed against my labia, stroking the wet folds. My head dropped back on a long sigh as pleasure flooded my mind.

“You mean it this time,” he said, his voice deep with satisfaction. “You called me Sir before because you thought it sounded like one of your romance novels. But this is the real thing, princess. A good Dom earns his sub’s respect.” He continued to stroke me with the crop, and my clit pulsed in need.

“I’m going to hit your clit, and you’re going to come for me,” he informed me. “But you’re going to ask me for it like a good girl. When we started, you demanded that I crop you. Do you want to try that request again?”

I whined my wordless resistance as a small part of me clung on to my final shreds of control.

He tapped the crop against my pussy lips, the light slap a promise of how he would stimulate my aching clit.

“We both know you want to come. I want it, too. I want you to give me a nice, big orgasm. Your pleasure is mine. Your body is under my control. I want to hear you admit it, to both of us. This is submission, princess. And you were made for it.”

His low, confident words wrapped around me like a caress even more erotic than the touch of the crop on my pussy. It was deeper than physical pleasure; it called to my soul.

I let out a blissful sigh, my entire body softening as I gave everything to him.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Surrender. Beg me for your orgasm.”

“Please make me come, Sir.”

 

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~ 4 My Hero Stars ~

Hero is the first Julia Sykes book I have read and I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I was drawn to this book because of the subject of BDSM, but I was also sucked in because of the blurb.

I have to admit I thought this book would have a little more mystery/suspense built into the storyline, but that really wasn’t the case. She did add some of those elements but I guess for my personal taste I would’ve liked a little more. I also thought the ending was a little rushed….what happens towards the end is kind of what I wanted during the middle of the book. But even with that said, I really liked this story.

I thought the BDSM storyline was well written and gave us an interesting look into that world. Nothing was too graphic or distasteful. Even someone who isn’t a fan of the BDSM Genre, I think would like this book. I thought the pace and flow of the story worked well and I really liked the characters Julia gave us in this story.

Hero is the 13 book in Julia’s Impossible series but there is no need to read any of the books before this one. I haven’t read any of them and I didn’t feel lost one bit. The only thing I wondered about was whether some of the other characters we meet are from previous books. This is completely a standalone book with no cliffhanger!!!

In this book we meet Chloe and Dex. Both of these characters are broken and hurt from past relationships that didn’t go so well. Both of them are afraid to love again and get hurt so they have put walls up to protect them from feeling anything towards each other. Chloe truly does fight her attraction to Dex. To say she is a stubborn one is putting it mildly. She also didn’t want to admit she was submissive. Chloe is a romance author as well as a journalist. She is visiting New York City to research both an article she is writing on the Latin Kings and also for her latest novel, which features the BDSM genre. So what happens when her two jobs become interconnected and she is faced with a Dominant like Dex??? You need to read this book to find out.

I liked a lot of the secondary characters. I now will have to go back to the other books in this series to see if any of them have a book already out. I would like to read about some of their stories.

If you are a BDSM fan, then I think you need to read Hero by Julia Sykes. I would recommend this book. It is an intriguing story and will keep your interest all the way through.

 

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Julia Sykes is the USA Today bestselling author of the Impossible Series. She has always kept dark stories tucked away in her mind, so she was thrilled when she discovered that other people actually want to read them. Her books blend romance, suspense, and BDSM.

 

After spending four years living in England, Julia returned to her Southern homeland. She has recently settled down in South Carolina and spends her time petting her cat-children, reading, and binge watching TV with her husband when not writing. You can usually find Julia in Starbucks with a venti iced latte clutched in her hand.

 

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Kristen Proby does it again with EASY KISSES, the sexiest new addition to her Boudreaux SeriesEASY KISSES is a Contemporary Erotic Romance novel and is the 4th book in Kristen’s New York Times bestselling The Boudreaux Series. This book is available now so be sure to grab your copy today!

 

 

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The Boudreaux Series. Sexy. Intriguing. Easy.

Simon Danbury, an internationally sought after motivational speaker, helps women from all walks of life with love, self-esteem, dating and career building skills. Handsome, witty and wealthy, Simon seemingly has everything a man could want.

But appearances can be deceiving.

While Simon may have the answers for millions of women all over the world, when it comes to his own love life, he’s a giant, sexy mess. Divorced, and convinced that he’ll never love again, the very last thing he expects is one Charly Boudreaux.

Charly doesn’t want to be at this seminar in the middle of nowhere, but her sister made her go. She’s the one who has her life together. Great career, amazing family, nice home, and loyal friends. So what if she doesn’t have a man? She doesn’t need one. If she’s learned anything in her almost thirty years, it’s that men are more trouble than they’re worth.

And they have a nasty habit of breaking your heart into a million tiny pieces.

So she’ll sit through all of Simon’s touchy feely crap and go home and get on with her life. Except Simon isn’t really spouting crap, and when he smiles at her, the butterflies are ridiculous.

Never mixing business with pleasure, Simon finds Charly, a bright spot in a universe that’s been dark for too long. But will he be able to resist her?

And why would he want to?

 

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“Hi there, handsome.”
“Well, hello, love.”
“You know,” I say as I lock the door behind him, then walk to my counter to close out the till and get ready to leave. “I’ve discovered that since you’ve been here, you’re very bad for my productivity.”
“How is that?” He leans on the counter and braces his chin on his fist, watching me.
“I’m closing the shop early, for one.”
“I do believe the sign in the window says you close at six.” He checks his watch. “And look at that, it’s six.”
“I haven’t actually closed at six since…well, I don’t remember. I usually chat with customers, redesign displays, shop for new stock. But most of that has been set aside because I seem to be spending most of my time with a certain sexy Brit. It’s a good thing you’re cute.”
He raises a brow and stands to full height, taking my breath away. His ink is on display again in a simple black T-shirt, stretched over wide, muscular shoulders.
Where did my knees go again?
“Cute, am I?”
His accent gets even thicker when he’s turned on, and it’s on full blast now.
“Adorable.”
He slowly circles around the counter and leans into me, pinning my hips against it. His lips are inches from mine.
“I don’t think a man is supposed to be cute.”
“No?” Oh, God, I can’t breathe right when he’s this close to me. His hands are on my hips now, his fingers under the hem of my blouse, and then gliding up my skin and over my bra to cup my breasts.
“We shouldn’t do this here.” Is that my voice? I sound breathy and turned on, which is pretty accurate.
“No one is here,” he says and brushes feather-soft kisses over my cheek to my ear. My body is one giant shiver. Thank God for the giant display I built today that blocks us from outside traffic.
As if by their own volition, my hands make their way down the back of his jeans to cup his very fine ass just as he nips my neck, making me gasp.
“How cute am I now?” he whispers, never taking his lips from my skin.
“You’re just precious,” I reply, hearing my own accent thicken along with his cock pressed to my belly.
“You make me laugh,” he says, smiling against my neck. “You make me so hard it hurts. And I’m grateful that you’re wearing a skirt.”
“Why is that?”
He reaches down and balls the material in his fists, raising it above my waist.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he says with surprise, his blue eyes pinned to mine.
“Not today.”

 

 

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~ 5 Stars ~

Once again Kristen Proby has taken us in to the wonderful world of the Boudreaux Family in EASY KISSES. This is the 4th book in her Boudreaux Series and it is just as fabulous as the books prior to it. Each of these books are standalone, but have interconnecting characters, so it is my recommendation to read these books in order so you can appreciate the greatness that is the Boudreaux Family!!!

As I have said before, each time I read a book from Kristen Proby, I fall more in love with her writing. She just has a way of sweeping me off my feet and sucking me into the lives of her characters. I always know that when I pick up a book by her that it puts me in my happy place. I think what makes me love this series so much is because it isn’t overloaded with a lot of excess drama. It’s usually just the characters getting into their own heads that causes the problems, but they are also short lived. Her books are always the perfect balance of love, swoon, romance, laughter, and drama. Just to get all of your emotions flowing.

As I said before, Easy Kisses is the 4th book in this series. What draws me to this series is the whole Boudreaux Family. They have such warmth and compassion and really look out for each other. They are what I believe most families aspire to be in real life. This book was a sweet and sexy read with an amazing Hero and a sassy heroine. As with the other book in this series, this is fairly quick read, one you can finish in a day or less.

In this book we follow Charly (Charolette) Boudreaux and Simon. Charly is the oldest of the three girls in the family and is the owner of a Shoe Shop called Head Over Heels. She is very successful and very independent. Simon is a motivational speaker that holds seminars on relationships. Charly is talked into going to one of Simon’s seminars in Montana….little did she know just how much Simon would leave an impression on her. Their story truly is about learning to trust and opening your heart to someone. Charly grew up believing that she would know “the One” with just one look, so she has always held men off and only done the casual thing until she finds the right one. Simon has trust issues because he was burned in the past and really never got over it. I loved watching these two open up as the story went on. They both learned new things abut themselves and relationships. Will Charly and Simon be able to trust again and open their hearts again and get their HEA?? You’ll have to read this book to find out.

Again in this book we get to see all of the Boudreaux clan and we also get to meet some new characters. I love that all the characters overlap in the stories. As like in the other books, the epilogue in this book is a sneak peek to the next book in the series. I am looking forward to reading Beau and Mallory’s story 😉

So whether you are a fan of Kristen’s books or haven’t read any of them yet…don’t wait, pick up this book and read it now!!! You don’t want to miss reading about this amazing family and what is left to come for them.

 

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Proby is the author of the bestselling With Me In Seattle and Love Under the Big Sky series. She has a passion for a good love story and strong, humorous characters with a strong sense of loyalty and family. Her men are the alpha type; fiercely protective and a bit bossy, and her ladies are fun, strong, and not afraid to stand up for themselves.

 

Kristen lives in Montana, where she enjoys coffee, chocolate and sunshine. And naps.

 

 

 

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STRIPPED BARE
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What do you get when you mix a bachelorette party, the queen of dating disasters, and a stripper so hot he was forged from the fires of hell? Screwed. You get screwed….

Cocky. Commanding. Powerful. Relentless.
Those four words all summed up West Rykman perfectly.
So did filthy, dirty, sexy, and addictive.
He was supposed to be my one night stand…not my new marketing client.
He was definitely not supposed to be back inside my pants, not that anybody told him that.
I knew one thing: What West Rykman wanted, West Rykman got.
And he wanted me.

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~ 4.5 Angel Stars ~

I really didn’t know what to expect of this book when I started it. I just knew Emma Hart wrote it and a stripper was involved…..how could I not read it and have you seen that cover 😉

What I didn’t expect was all the feelings that went into this story. I thought Emma did a wonderful job in developing these characters. There was a depth to them that I really appreciated. Most people would most likely think this book is going to be all humor and sex, well it was so much more than that. Yes we got a ton of laugh out loud humor and some melt your panties sex scenes. But there was also a great storyline to this book. The only negative I have about this book is that Mia was starting to get on my nerves a little toward the end with how stubborn she was being….I wanted to smack her a couple of times.

Now as for West….This man was AMAZING!!! Not only a HOT stripper, but also a business owner and the master of dirty talk. I loved how patient he was with Mia and that he wasn’t willing to let her go. He and Mia had some really funny banter!!!

“ I might call you angel, but I have a feeling you’re going to be my own personal sin, Mia O’Halloran.”…..West

I loved every one of the secondary characters we were introduced to. Beck (West’s BFF and Business Partner) was hysterical!!! I can’t wait to read his story. Just the little tidbit we got in the epilogue has me chomping at the bit to read his book. I also really liked Mia’s BFF’s….Allie, Jaz, and Lucie were amazing friends. They are the friends we all wish to have in our lives. I almost hope they get books too.

So if you are looking for that fun, sexy, laugh out loud romance story with a HOT Stripper for a Hero, but also has a great story behind it, then Stripped Bare is the book you should read. I know this is a book I will read again in the future 😉

 

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“You should have come and got me when that prick made you uncomfortable.”
I turned to face him. “Are you seriously telling me off?”
We paused as the traffic stopped, and he cut his gaze to me. “I couldn’t see you. I told you it wasn’t safe for you to go alone.”
I rolled my eyes. “He was only there for two minutes. I would have stabbed him with my stiletto before he could do anything.”
“And I believe you, but it doesn’t change the fact that he made you uncomfortable.”
We turned a corner.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you just because you’re determined to do market research.”
“Nothing happened to me.”
“Mia, it doesn’t change the fact that it couldn’t. He only left because I showed up. I watched the entire fucking thing.”
“And you only came in at the end? Gee, thanks, West. Knight in fucking shining armor right there, aren’t you?” I ran my fingers through my hair and looked away. The light curls were still in place, although they were more of a lazy wave, and I stared at my reflection in the side mirror. “We should probably not do this again.”
“On the contrary, I was having fun until the end. I don’t have fun much.”
“Looking out for me was fun? Yeah, okay.”
“I told you,” he said, pulling up outside my apartment block, which was really more of a converted three-story house. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’d feel bad.”
“Well, thanks. I’m gonna look over these notes in the morning and I’ll e-mail you. Okay?” I paused with my hand on the door and glanced back at him.
He was out of the fucking car.
Why was he out of the fucking car?
“Why are you out of the car?”
He smirked. Damn that smirk. “I’m taking you up.”
“Like hell you are.” I slammed the door and walked around the sleek Audi to stand right in front of him. I looked up at him and caught his gaze. “I can make it in and out of an elevator.”
“I’m sure you can. But I’m still taking you up.”
“No. You’re not!”
“All right, then.” He grabbed my waist and lifted me.
A shriek escaped between my lips as he swung me upward and over his shoulder. I scrambled to keep hold of my purse, but he ignored me as he carried me inside and pushed the elevator button.
“West! Put me down right now!”
He ignored me again and tightened his grip around my thighs when I tried to wriggle down. His strength was crazy. I was stuck there.
“Put me down! Now!”
He shook his head, this time acknowledging my words. But that was it. A fucking head shake.
“This is hardly professional!” I yelled, my voice echoing off walls of the metal box that was the elevator. I couldn’t believe he’d slung me over his shoulder like some kind of caveman.
Yo, Wilma, Betty? Fred and Barney escaped. I found one of them.
“West Rykman, I swear to a god I don’t believe in that, if you don’t put me down right this goddamn second, I’m going to tear your balls off with my bare hands and shove them up your ass!”
The elevators doors opened, and he took the few steps toward my door before finally, slowly, lowering me back down to the ground.
“Ugh!” As soon as my feet hit the floor, I stepped back and glared at him. “How dare you manhandle me?”
He fixed his bright, Caribbean-blue eyes on mine and curved his lips. “I told you I was taking you upstairs. I didn’t tell you I was walking you up.”
“You’re an animal.”
“You weren’t coming up alone. I was raised a gentleman.”
That made me stop rummaging for my keys and raise my eyebrows in disbelief. “You take off your clothes for a living, and the first time we met, you flexed your cock against my face.”
He grabbed my waist for a second time tonight and spun me against my door. I dropped my purse in my shock, but I couldn’t reach for it because he’d cupped my chin and forced me to look at him.
“And the second time we met,” he said in a low voice, “you flexed my cock against the back of your throat. What point are you trying to make, angel?”
“That you’re no more a gentleman than I am a lady,” I shot back. “Now, let me go so I can go inside and consider how we continue this professional relationship.”
West searched my eyes for a long moment before dropping his hand. He took half a step back, and I went to reach for my purse, but he changed his mind.
He smoothly spun back to me, and no sooner had I met the flash of his blue eyes than he had his mouth on mine. I let out a quiet moan when he swept his tongue across the seam of my lips and wrapped one arm around my waist. He pulled our bodies together, my shoulders pressing into the door, and kissed me deeply.
My head swam. I couldn’t make head or tails of this, and although it was wrong, so wrong, I couldn’t stop.
The kiss was hot—oh god, so hot—and my whole body felt like it was on fire as I wound my fingers in the collar of his shirt and held him closer to me. His fingers twitched against my back as one of his hands slid down and cupped my ass. He squeezed, pulling my hips to his. His erection was obvious, pushing into me, and I whimpered into his mouth.
God, I wanted him.
He pulled away from me as abruptly as he’d kissed me, but he didn’t move. His mouth eased its way across my jaw to my ear, and his hot breath skittered across my skin when he paused there.
“I might call you angel, but I have a feeling you’re going to be my own personal sin, Mia O’Halloran.”
He kissed the tender spot just beneath my ear, making me shiver, and released me. I struggled to control my breathing as I watched him walk away toward the stairwell. He paused at the top, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip.
He turned.
Dropped his gaze to my mouth.
Met my eyes.
Disappeared.
I sank back against my door. I could still feel his touch. His taste lingered on my lips, and although it wasn’t anything incredibly specific, he was there, teasing me without being near me. I brushed hair from my face, picked my purse up, and dug for my key. I found it and let myself into the dark apartment.
I locked the door behind me and walked to my bed. I’d barely undressed and retrieved my phone with its alarm before I buried myself beneath the sheets.
Shit.

 

 

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DSC_9249By day, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
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The highly anticipated second book in #1 New York Times Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout’s Wicked Trilogy has a cover! The amazing TORN cover was created by Sarah Hansen from Okay Creations with photography by Kelsey Kukal-Keeton from K Keeton designs. Check it out below! TORN is set to release July 19th. Be sure to grab the first book in the series, WICKED, which is on sale for $.99 for a limited time!

 

 

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Torn between duty and survival, nothing can be the same.

Everything Ivy Morgan thought she knew has been turned on its head. After being betrayed and then nearly killed by the Prince of the Fae, she’s left bruised and devastated—and with an earth-shattering secret that she must keep at all costs. And if the Order finds out her secret, they’ll kill her.

Then there’s Ren Owens, the sexy, tattooed Elite member of the Order who has been sharing Ivy’s bed and claiming her heart. Their chemistry is smoking hot, but Ivy knows that Ren has always valued his duty to the Order above all else—he could never touch her if he knew the truth. That is, if he let her live at all. Yet how can she live with herself if she lies to him?

But as the Fae Prince begins to close in on Ivy, intent on permanently opening the gates to the Otherworld, Ivy is running out of options. If she doesn’t figure out who she can trust—and fast—it’s not only her heart that will be torn apart, but civilization itself.

 

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Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA.

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What do you get when you mix a bachelorette party, the queen of dating disasters, and a stripper so hot he was forged from the fires of hell? Screwed. You get screwed….

 

Cocky. Commanding. Powerful. Relentless.

Those four words all summed up West Rykman perfectly.

So did filthy, dirty, sexy, and addictive.

He was supposed to be my one night stand…not my new marketing client.

He was definitely not supposed to be back inside my pants, not that anybody told him that.

I knew one thing: What West Rykman wanted, West Rykman got.

And he wanted me.

 

What happens in Vegas… might just make you stay.

 

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“You should have come and got me when that prick made you uncomfortable.”

I turned to face him. “Are you seriously telling me off?”

We paused as the traffic stopped, and he cut his gaze to me. “I couldn’t see you. I told you it wasn’t safe for you to go alone.”

I rolled my eyes. “He was only there for two minutes. I would have stabbed him with my stiletto before he could do anything.”

“And I believe you, but it doesn’t change the fact that he made you uncomfortable.”

We turned a corner.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you just because you’re determined to do market research.”

“Nothing happened to me.”

“Mia, it doesn’t change the fact that it couldn’t. He only left because I showed up. I watched the entire fucking thing.”

“And you only came in at the end? Gee, thanks, West. Knight in fucking shining armor right there, aren’t you?” I ran my fingers through my hair and looked away. The light curls were still in place, although they were more of a lazy wave, and I stared at my reflection in the side mirror. “We should probably not do this again.”

“On the contrary, I was having fun until the end. I don’t have fun much.”

“Looking out for me was fun? Yeah, okay.”

“I told you,” he said, pulling up outside my apartment block, which was really more of a converted three-story house. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’d feel bad.”

“Well, thanks. I’m gonna look over these notes in the morning and I’ll e-mail you. Okay?” I paused with my hand on the door and glanced back at him.

He was out of the fucking car.

Why was he out of the fucking car?

“Why are you out of the car?”

He smirked. Damn that smirk. “I’m taking you up.”

“Like hell you are.” I slammed the door and walked around the sleek Audi to stand right in front of him. I looked up at him and caught his gaze. “I can make it in and out of an elevator.”

“I’m sure you can. But I’m still taking you up.”

“No. You’re not!”

“All right, then.” He grabbed my waist and lifted me.

A shriek escaped between my lips as he swung me upward and over his shoulder. I scrambled to keep hold of my purse, but he ignored me as he carried me inside and pushed the elevator button.

“West! Put me down right now!”

He ignored me again and tightened his grip around my thighs when I tried to wriggle down. His strength was crazy. I was stuck there.

“Put me down! Now!”

He shook his head, this time acknowledging my words. But that was it. A fucking head shake.

“This is hardly professional!” I yelled, my voice echoing off walls of the metal box that was the elevator. I couldn’t believe he’d slung me over his shoulder like some kind of caveman.

Yo, Wilma, Betty? Fred and Barney escaped. I found one of them.

“West Rykman, I swear to a god I don’t believe in that, if you don’t put me down right this goddamn second, I’m going to tear your balls off with my bare hands and shove them up your ass!”

The elevators doors opened, and he took the few steps toward my door before finally, slowly, lowering me back down to the ground.

“Ugh!” As soon as my feet hit the floor, I stepped back and glared at him. “How dare you manhandle me?”

He fixed his bright, Caribbean-blue eyes on mine and curved his lips. “I told you I was taking you upstairs. I didn’t tell you I was walking you up.”

“You’re an animal.”

“You weren’t coming up alone. I was raised a gentleman.”

That made me stop rummaging for my keys and raise my eyebrows in disbelief. “You take off your clothes for a living, and the first time we met, you flexed your cock against my face.”

He grabbed my waist for a second time tonight and spun me against my door. I dropped my purse in my shock, but I couldn’t reach for it because he’d cupped my chin and forced me to look at him.

“And the second time we met,” he said in a low voice, “you flexed my cock against the back of your throat. What point are you trying to make, angel?”

“That you’re no more a gentleman than I am a lady,” I shot back. “Now, let me go so I can go inside and consider how we continue this professional relationship.”

West searched my eyes for a long moment before dropping his hand. He took half a step back, and I went to reach for my purse, but he changed his mind.

He smoothly spun back to me, and no sooner had I met the flash of his blue eyes than he had his mouth on mine. I let out a quiet moan when he swept his tongue across the seam of my lips and wrapped one arm around my waist. He pulled our bodies together, my shoulders pressing into the door, and kissed me deeply.

My head swam. I couldn’t make head or tails of this, and although it was wrong, so wrong, I couldn’t stop.

The kiss was hot—oh god, so hot—and my whole body felt like it was on fire as I wound my fingers in the collar of his shirt and held him closer to me. His fingers twitched against my back as one of his hands slid down and cupped my ass. He squeezed, pulling my hips to his. His erection was obvious, pushing into me, and I whimpered into his mouth.

God, I wanted him.

He pulled away from me as abruptly as he’d kissed me, but he didn’t move. His mouth eased its way across my jaw to my ear, and his hot breath skittered across my skin when he paused there.

“I might call you angel, but I have a feeling you’re going to be my own personal sin, Mia O’Halloran.”

He kissed the tender spot just beneath my ear, making me shiver, and released me. I struggled to control my breathing as I watched him walk away toward the stairwell. He paused at the top, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip.

He turned.

Dropped his gaze to my mouth.

Met my eyes.

Disappeared.

I sank back against my door. I could still feel his touch. His taste lingered on my lips, and although it wasn’t anything incredibly specific, he was there, teasing me without being near me. I brushed hair from my face, picked my purse up, and dug for my key. I found it and let myself into the dark apartment.

I locked the door behind me and walked to my bed. I’d barely undressed and retrieved my phone with its alarm before I buried myself beneath the sheets.

Shit.

 

 

 

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synopsis

Cassidy James was your average seventeen-year-old girl, and senior in high school. She came from a traditional family with conventional morals and values. She was a friend to everyone, and an enemy to no one.

To me…

Cassidy James was so much more. Her hair flowed down her back like an angel’s would. Her eyes were so beautiful that they matched the color of the sea. Cassidy simply was the epitome of perfection. The only problem was when it came to Cassidy James…

We were just friends.

 

review

*Review copy received from the author for an honest review*

4 “Graham loved me” stars!

This is such a sweet young adult love triangle, but yet so damn frustrating, too. Do you remember those teenage years when you made bad decisions?? Cassidy James makes MANY of them!!! Good lord, I wanted to scream at her. The girl had me gritting my teeth and cursing under my breath. But Graham, oh Graham Wagner is amazing!! In my opinion he acted more mature than his 18 years old. He was patient, kind, loyal, and so good to Cassidy.

“When did Graham get so hot?”

This is a great story about young love. Young love is in no way perfect and that is definitely the case for Graham and Cassidy. Most teenagers don’t see exactly what is right in front of their face, and Cassidy sure didn’t. But Like I said, Graham acted older and he was the exception in this story.

“He got the girl and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.”

The story has many ups and downs, and that’s what kept this reader interested. Cassidy James is a great quick weekend read that will take you back to those high school days where your biggest concern was who liked who 😉 I almost hate to use the word swoon-worthy on Graham because he is a teenage boy, but I tell you he is swoon-worthy!!! There were so many scenes where I swear I was awwwwing and smiling. He really is a good kid with a great heart. And that’s not to say Cassidy wasn’t a good kid, because she was. She just wasn’t quite as mature as Graham.

“Cassidy James had always been my weakness and today wasn’t any different.”

As you can see, I enjoyed this story. It’s an enjoyable young adult story that will make you reminisce about those high school days. Let me know what you think!! Happy reading!

jenniferl-sig

 

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Ashley Wilcox is a mother to three, a soccer mom to two of the three, and a wife to one. She likes to spend her free time getting lost in love stories, creating her own, and searching for hours on Pinterest for the latest DIYs and recipes.

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