Monday, November 26, 2018

Release Blitz & Review: Until Cobi by Aurora Rose Reynolds




Title: Until Cobi
Series: Until Him #3
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 27, 2018



Blurb

Cobi Mayson knows exactly who Hadley is to him the moment he sees her for the very first time. That doesn’t mean it will be easy for him to convince her to take a chance on him.

Hadley Emerson knows she could fall hard and fast for a guy like Cobi. A man who seems to show up every time she needs him, but she knows better than to just hand over her heart.

Knowing his future with Hadley is on the line, Cobi begins to tie their lives together. As the invisible rope that connects them tightens and things between them heat up, an unknown threat emerges threatening to take away their happily ever after and send them both into darkness.







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REVIEW
Rating: 4.5 Groupie Stars
I’ve been a fan of the Until series by Aurora Rose Reynolds since Until November and Until Trevor were the only books out.  I love the #BOOM and that once the men meet their women that’s all she wrote. 
Until Cobi was no different. We meet Cobi and Hadley at the end of Until Harmony…spoiler alert when Hadley spots Harmony being thrown in a trunk and follows them. 

From the moment Hadley goes to the hospital after the ordeal Cobi is all up in her business the only way those OTT Mayson men can be. 
I loved Cobi’s dirty mouth and his protective nature and I loved that Hadley may not have had blood family that cared anything about, but she had family of the heart that was amazing. I loved Brie.   They have a lot of hurdles to make it over, but as always it ends with a killer epilogue.

It also gives us a little peek at whose book is next and I can’t freaking wait.

Author Bio


Aurora Rose Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her, Underground Kings and Shooting Stars.

Her writing career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her stories with readers all over the world.


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Release Blitz & Review: Sex Material by Victoria Ashley




Title: Sex Material
Author: Victoria Ashley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 26, 2018



Blurb

Sex Material
It’s what I’m known around town for.
A rock-hard body, covered in tattoos with a sizeable bulge that women spend their nights fantasizing about.
Women track me down, needing someone that will fuck them rough without holding back.
They find me because they need a distraction from reality. They need something to get their mind off of the boyfriend who screwed them over or the job promotion they got passed over on at work.
Sometimes it’s just because they need someone reckless in the bedroom before settling down with the right one.
‘Cause I’m sure as hell not that guy.
Nowhere close.
I’m not the suit wearing, flower-buying guy you take home to meet the parents. I’m not the guy who will make you feel all warm and fucking fuzzy inside.
Not anymore.
I was boyfriend material once. Would’ve even made a good husband. That was before everything good in my world got ripped away, leaving me broken beyond repair.
These women come to me because they need an escape to cope with the real world, but none of them know I need it more than them. I need something to make me feel alive. Something to get my heart beating again.
Then Cami shows up in my hometown, broken-hearted and pissed off at the world, needing an escape from her cheating ex.
She’s the only one that doesn’t want to use my body. In fact, she wants nothing to do with it and has no problems telling me so.
She’s interested in one thing only from me—to move into my rental property. But the problem with that is the more we fight, the deeper she buries herself in my soul.
Sex material is what I’m good at, but for the first time, it may not be enough.







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Excerpt

When I look up Cami is standing barefoot in a little white summer dress with her long blonde hair pulled up into a lose bun.
The sight of her sun-kissed skin and long legs has my dick instantly hardening beneath my jeans, and the moment my gaze moves up to her scowling lips, it manages to harden even more.
“Is this even a real application?” She holds the paper up and points at one of the extra questions I added before printing it. “How many times a week did Douglas make you come? Really?"
“It’s definitely a real application.” I stand, wiping my hands down my jeans. “Did you answer every question?”
She shakes her head and lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Did I… did I answer every question? Of course I didn’t, because there’s at least three that are irrelevant to me living here. You’re insane if you think I’m going to give you that kind of information.”
Shaking my head in disappointment, I move toward Cami, stopping once I’m standing right in front of her. “Then you didn’t listen.” I point out. “I told you to complete the application and bring it back to me within a few hours, and here you are four fucking hours later standing in my kitchen with an incomplete form.”
She swallows nervously, her gaze roaming over my half-naked body as I take another step closer to her, my arms now on either side of her waist, her back against the counter. “Now answer the fucking question, Cami.”
“Who said he made me come weekly?” she questions stiffly. “Maybe I can’t answer that question.”
“What a shame,” I say against her neck, before moving my lips up it, stopping just beneath her ear. “Want to know how many times a week I would make you come?” When she doesn’t say anything, I lick my lips and continue. “Fourteen.”
“You do realize there’s only seven days in a week, right?” Her voice is weak, and I can’t help but hope it’s from my body being so close.
“Exactly,” I whisper in her ear. “But that’s just the number of times I would, not the number that I could.”
“You’re full of it.” She places her hands on my chest, causing me to take a slight step back.
“Am I?” I grip her waist with both hands. “I could prove right now that I’m not.”




REVIEW
Reviewer: Tammi
Rating: 5 Groupie Stars
Victoria Ashley always creates hot men, sexy men, alpha men and Jensen has all those qualities plus one. He is a HUGE A$$HOLE! He is down right mean at times. I am reading and had no idea how Cami was going to get past that fact. I wanted to snack him, choke him, and knee him right in the..  But they were so drawn to each other. Their hate and bickering was foreplay and when they finally connected they were like an explosion. My Kindle was on FIRE from their heat.
There was still that jerk side of him, sometimes it went away with her but for the most part he was still an a$$hole.
Then the walls came down, he revealed his secrets to her and right along with her I fell and no longer wanted to physically harm him, I wanted to hug him, hold him and keep him.
Jensen was just a broken man hiding behind an a$$hole mask and I LOVED him!!


Author Bio

New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Walk of Shame Series.

Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.

She lives for a good romance book with bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows.


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Sunday, November 25, 2018

Blog Tour & Review: Tequila Tequila by Emma Hart

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Tequila + you best friend + your bedroom = um, whoopsie?

Tequila Tequila, an all-new hilarious standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is available NOW!

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Don’t sleep with your best friend.
Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.
I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.
The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables.
Except I can’t forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.
Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.
But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.
Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…
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Excerpt:
Have you ever walked into a store and had to ask where the lady section is?” I paused, my grip on the fridge door firm, and turned to him. I simply blinked. I wasn’t going to justify that with an answer. “It took three people before a poor woman at the customer service desk took pity on me and walked me to the tampon aisle,” he went on, oblivious to my death stare. “She hovered over me for a second and I started fucking sweating, Aspen. Sweating.” I bit my lip and moved the ingredients for his sandwich over to the board on the island. “I almost dropped my phone trying to find the photo you sent me, and when I finally brought it up, I was so fucking confused I stood there like a lame damn duck for five minutes before she came back to help me like she knew I was a total idiot.” Was it wrong that I was way more amused about this than anything else? A part of me told me I should feel bad, but… “Did you know there are tons of those things? The boxes are all different. There are different brands. Different sizes. Different… absorbency levels.” He shuddered, his wide, muscled shoulders shaking with his cringey thought. “For flows and stuff.” “I shop there regularly. I am aware.” “Not that fucking regularly if you sent me to buy them,” he muttered. “Anyway, the nice lady who was trying her best not to laugh at the idiot in the sanitary products aisle asked me who I was buying them for. My mom, my sister, my girlfriend…” I chopped the lettuce. “When I told her it was for my best friend, she looked at me funny for a minute before nodding. Then, she dragged me over to the aisle with the candy and told me that Twizzlers went well with tampons. I was so confused I didn’t question her, so here.” He lifted a small bag from the stool next to him and tossed it in my direction. “You’re the proud owner of eight packets of Twizzlers.” “Oooh, Twizzlers!” I dropped the knife and dove into the bag, pulling out all the long, red packets. “This is like heaven!” “Dude.” Luke leaned forward and held his hands out. “My sandwich?” “Geez, who’s on their period? You or me?” I put the candy down and went back to making his sandwich. “You should have saved the Twizzlers until after you got your food.” “Rookie mistake.” He shook his head. “Please don’t ever ask me to buy you tampons again. I’m not sure my ego or reputation can take it.” “Your reputation got shot to shit on your twenty-first when you mooned the mayor in the town square,” I reminded him. “And I haven’t mooned anyone since,” he replied. “My pants now stay firmly on when I drink.”


REVIEW
Rating: 4.5 Groupie Stars
I am no stranger to Emma Hart’s work and I have loved her romantic comedies for years!! I loved Luke and Aspens story! It was laugh out loud hilarious at times but still so damn relatable! I mean sometime Tequila gets the best of everyone!

Tequila tap-tap-squirt is similar yo whisky dock but so much funnier!! These two have been friends for years and do everything together. But what happens when they let the tequila get the best of them and their whole dynamic changes? 

I love that Emma gives us both of the main characters perspectives and that means we can see both of them struggle with the changes in their relationship. The comedy was perfectly paired with romance and wit in this book and it confirms my love of all Emma Hart Books is rightfully earned!!

100% recommend!! 




About Emma Hart
Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels and has been translated into several different languages. She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs. Emma prides herself on her realistic, snarky smut, with comebacks that would make a PMS-ing teenage girl proud. Yes, really. She's that sarcastic. EmmaHart
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Saturday, November 24, 2018

Release Tour: His Christmas Baby by Katie Douglas

His Christmas Baby

by Katie Douglas

BUY LINK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K9TQWQC/





“C’mon, little bunny, let’s go home and have some Christmas dinner.”

“Can’t we play out a little longer? Please?” she begged.

“All right. But no more hide and seek.”

“That’s fine. TAG! You’re it!” she tapped his arm, shrieked with laughter, and tried to run away, but Bradley caught up with her easily.

“Tag,” he said, then swatted her bottom. A thrill accompanied the sensation of his hand clapping against her padded bottom. It didn’t hurt at all, but his hand on her ass outside, in public, where anyone might see them, felt possessive. It reminded her of his dominant side. Coupled with the excitement of roleplaying an eight-year-old on a winter walk, she saw a new side of him. He wasn’t just her daddy. He was her dominant daddy. And she had to beat him at tag.

She giggled and went after him. He clearly wasn’t expecting her hand to touch his elbow with another announcement of, “Tag, you’re it,” because she had run off again by the time he started to move. She hid behind a tree, but he reached her quickly.

“Tag,” he said gently, reaching around the back of the tiny sapling to catch her bottom again. The gentleness of his touch felt odd in a place he usually only spanked hard, and she sighed as her body seemed to melt a little.

Every time she tagged him, he caught up with her and swatted her ass. It was the most fun she’d ever had playing tag. Tired out from all the running, she wasn’t surprised when he barreled into her and she landed face down on the soft ground. The scent of leaves and humus was fresh.

He straddled her body, and swatted her bottom, hard. The sting went straight to her clit, awakening her body and making her nipples harden.

“Tag,” he murmured. “You’re it.”
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To overcome her past, Chloe needs to experience the magic of Christmas without fear, sorrow or trauma.

Chloe hates Christmas with a passion. Year after year, it re-ignites feelings of abandonment, emptiness and jealousy; ghosts of her emotionally abusive childhood. She avoids anything Christmas-related. When she needs to go to the supermarket, she finds herself drowning in a confusing swirl of tinsel, Christmas lights, and Hallmark moments that break her heart. Feeling lost, she flees for the safety of her car.

This year, her dom Bradley has a plan to help her. He’s going to turn her into his little girl. In the twelve days before Christmas, Chloe will ageplay twelve ages, from baby’s first Christmas, through to being a precocious preteen. Bradley will ensure Chloe is completely dependent on him. He will care for her, feed her, give her gifts, pick her clothes, play with her, and discipline her when she’s naughty.

But as the days go on, Chloe’s deepest traumas come to light and Bradley starts to wonder, can he ever truly help his babygirl to heal?

Get your copy of the new, expanded edition of the international number one bestselling Christmas ageplay romance today!

FYI: This 35,000-word standalone book is the third entry in the bestselling Coast Side Daddies series. Chloe and Bradley are in a D/s relationship. Story features consensual baby play, diapering, adult little girl stuff, punishment and other activities. If the basic premise or any of these activities offend you, sit this one out!
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REVIEW
Rating: 4 Groupie Stars
"His Christmas Baby", A very misleading title. It is a well written, very clean Dom/Sub story. 

Bradley is a very loving and sensitive Dominant. Chloe is his submissive. Chloe has issues with the Christmas holiday and with some help with from a psychiatrist, 

Bradley helps Chloe deal with her issues with the holiday. They take the twelve days of Christmas and each day starting from a baby, Chloe celebrates Christmas 

each day and growing a year older. They are able to solve each of Chloe's issues with the Christmas holiday. It is well worth the read and very heartwarming to 

see the strong loving relationship between Bradley and Chloe. 

I strongly suggest that those who want to dip their toes into the Dom/Sub world that they start with this book.  You will enjoy every well written word.



Katie Douglas is a number one and USA Today bestselling British author of romance and erotica. Katie is an incorrigible romantic and her books reflect that. Especially the incorrigible part. In her spare time she likes to run headfirst into impossible projects, especially if those projects involve travel and good food. Her other love is shoe shopping. If you want to find her, look for the nearest natural disaster. She’s probably in the Starbucks closest to it.

She also writes dark romance as Aria Adams.



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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Blog Tour & Review: Unscrew Me by Hayley Faiman

Today we have the blog tour for Hayley Faiman’s UnScrew Me! Check it out and get your copy today!

Title: UnScrew Me

Author: Hayley Faiman

Genre: Motorcycle Romance

About UnScrew Me:

Thirty-two and single, Presley wants to start over. She’s only going through the motions--just breathing, not living. It isn’t the life she’s always imagined.   She should be married, with a little house and a few children, maybe even a Labrador to greet her after a long day of teaching third graders.   Treasurer for the Savage Beast MC, Silver lived life hard. At forty-five he’s seen and done it all--twice.   A single father in need of someone who could love him, and his boy. He’s given up on ever finding a woman who fit him--fit them.   Two people breathing. Two people wanting to be loved. One an outlaw. One an innocent. Two people who could not be more opposite, yet when their worlds collide, so does their chemistry.

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REVIEW
Reviewer: Tammi
Rating: 5 Groupie Stars
This is the kind of MC books I love dirty and ruthless!
Silver is an a$$hole, a straight up dirty ba$tard and I LOVED him. He didn't hide it, he owned it and told Presley right from the start. Then he shows glimpses of his soft side, his loving side saved only for her and his son. He melted my heart and my panties! He is total alpha hotness!!
Presley fell fast and I couldn't blame her I did too! He lived in a different world, a scary world and she quickly saw the dark ugly side. Love kept her from running, not sure I could have stayed.
I am overly ecstatic with a new MC from Hayley Faiman and can only hope this is the start of a series because I am hooked! I want to no more about these dirty men of Savage Beast.

About the Author:

I was born and raised in a small farming town in California. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19. We married four years later and have two little boys! We lived in Oregon for a few years while he served in the US Coast Guard. Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we’re raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

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Blog Tour & Review: Possession by T.M. Frazier

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“This trilogy is EPIC! If you loved TM Frazier's King series, you MUST read the Perversion trilogy!"

- Meghan March, New York Times Bestselling Author

POSSESSION, part two of the dark and gritty Perversion Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is available NOW!

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The story of Grim and Emma Jean continues.
War is on the horizon.
We've come so far.
We'll have to fight for what we have.
Or die trying.
POSSESSION IS BOOK TWO IN THE PERVERSION TRILOGY
BOOK THREE: PERMISSION
BOOK ONE: PERVERSION
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Excerpt:
Bethany nods to the box, again pressing her finger to her lips. “We will know more when you’re assigned a judge. Until then, we will just have to wait,” she says loudly. She points with her eyes to the item in my hand, then leaves. The object I’m holding is a rock with a piece of paper attached to it by a rubber band. I pull the paper free and flip it over. It’s a note. Stay by the glass, motherfucker! Whatever you do, don’t turn around. PS-You look nice today. Prison blue suits you. The one-piece scratchy uniform I’m wearing is bright orange. What the fuck is all this about? I peer out from my cell. There’s no one in the room now. Not even the janitor. The security camera high in the corner across from my cell, the one that’s usually pointed directly at me, is now facing down toward the floor. Whatever you do, don’t turn around. Okay, so I won’t turn around completely, but curiosity leads me to risk a glance over my shoulder. It’s just a wall. An empty blank wall. BOOM. BOOOOOM! An empty blank wall...that just exploded. The sound resonates through my eardrums. I duck and cover my head with my hands as pieces of cement rain down into the cell. Dust coats my hair and the back of my neck. After a few beats, I stand, waving away the plumes of the aftermath. Through the debris, I can just barely make out headlights. It’s a truck with a battering bar attached to the hood. “All aboard! This train is leaving the motherfucking station. Literally!” shouts a voice. I can’t see who it is through the windshield which is shrouded in what remains of my cell. I don’t have time to ask any questions of the mystery voice. There’s no time to question anything. The passenger door flies open. Two officers appear behind me. One fumbles with the cell keys while the other shouts at him to move faster. It won’t be fast enough. I leap into the truck and slam the door. The tires spin in place for a few seconds until they finally grip the concrete. My head hits the headliner as we reverse over the broken bricks until we’re clear of them and are able to make forward motion. It isn’t until we’re through the field and on the road when I finally get a good look of my getaway driver. “Preppy?” I ask. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Preppy may not be part of any official organization, but he runs a tight ship over in Logan’s Beach. Belly and I have worked with him and his friend King a few times in the past. I haven’t seen Preppy since before he was thought to be dead only to later be rescued from an underground cave where he was held captive for the better part of a year. “Grim? Fuck, I thought I was rescuing Bear. Get the fuck out,” he teases. “Just kidding. If Bear was locked up I wouldn’t help him escape. That fucker could use some ‘me time’ to contemplate his grumpy nature.” He holds the wheel with one hand and straightens his signature bowtie with the other. His white dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows revealing arms heavily covered with both tattoos and angry jagged scars. He lights a joint and tugs on the wheel, making a sharp turn off the road into a dark heavily wooded area. When we’ve made it in far enough to be fully camouflaged by trees and brush, Preppy kills the engine. He passes me the joint, and I take a much-needed hit, holding the smoke for as long as I can before slowly exhaling. “Thanks, man. How the fuck did you get sucked into this?” Preppy types out a text on his phone, then sets it back in the console. “Bethany. I owed her a favor. She got my boy, Bo, out of some trouble recently.” “Isn’t your kid like ten now?” I ask. “What kind of trouble can a ten-year-old get into that needs Bethany’s kind of help?” “He’s eight,” Preppy corrects. “And my boy catches the kind of trouble most kids his age don’t know is out there to catch. My girls are easier. Twin toddlers. Miley and Taylor. The three of them, along with their mama, are the loves of my fucked-up life. Bo’s a good kid. He’s just…well, his brain arrow doesn’t exactly shoot straight. Its target is usually more…” Preppy shapes his hand like an arrow aimed at the windshield, then changes the aim to me. “Human.” He drops his hand. “And the incident in question wasn’t that bad. It may or may not have had something to do with the unfortunate disappearance of a certain…” He waves the rest of his sentence away like there’s a gnat flying around his head. “Let’s just say he’s grounded. VERY grounded. For life. Or like a week. Minimum a few days. Or a day. Maybe, an hour or two. Poor kid. Maybe, I’ll just take him to the movies.” He sighs. “You’ll see. Wait until you’ve got some sex trophies of your own. You’ll understand.” Kids. I’ve never thought of myself with a kid before. I picture Tricks holding a baby in her arms. Our baby. Much to my surprise, I don’t fucking hate it. Although, the thought isn’t helpful to my current situation and only makes me more impatient and enraged. One thing at a fucking time. Sirens wail through the night. Preppy remains cool and calm like he’s driving a parade float down main street, and not at all like he’s running from the law with a fugitive. Blue and red flashes light up the woods. After a few seconds, the vehicles pass, and both the lights and sirens fade off into the distance. “That’s our bat signal. Let’s get you the fuck outta here so I can get home to the missus and eat her cookies.” Preppy pauses, probably realizing his odd choice of words. “I do actually mean cookies. Dre makes a mean batch of chocolate chip.” I stare silently out at the passing trees. “I’m going to eat her pussy, too. You know, after the other kind of cookies. Just so we’re clear.” “Thanks, man. We’re clear. And if you ever need anything and I’m not dead or serving time, I’m there,” I assure him. I mean it. I owe him a debt. A huge one. “Hhhhmmm,” he considers, taking the joint I pass him. “How do you feel about babysitting?” I smile at his joke until I look over at Preppy only to see he’s not doing the same. In fact, it’s the only time in my life I’d ever seen him with a straight face. “I uh…” He looks straight ahead through the scratched and broken windshield. Bits of concrete from our escape attempt cover the dashboard, and some of it is lodged into the glass. “Never mind. You can do me one favor, though.” “Anything within my power. It’s yours.” “Don’t tell King about this,” he says. It comes out as a sheepish high-pitched question. “Why? He wouldn’t want to know that you broke me out?” King was a friend of Belly’s and a good ally to Bedlam. It wouldn’t make sense that he’d be against helping me. I’d do the same for any of them if the roles were reversed. Preppy shakes his head. “Oh no, he knows I broke you out. I just sent him a text to tell him it’s over. The grand escape is complete.” He steps on the gas. “But he don’t gotta know I used his truck to do it.”


REVIEW
Reviewer: Kim
Rating: 5 Groupie Stars
Possession is the 2nd book in the Perversion. All books in that series are to be read in order.
I have been anticipating this book in what feels like forever and I'm glad to say it never disappointed me.
This book was full of grit and crazier twists that will keep you glued to your kindle. The whole story was entertaining and addicting from the first word to the very last. There was never a dull moment.
I don't want to give anything away but the story did carry on where Perversion left off. I was thrown back in to all the violence and the story of star crossed lovers Grim and Emma.
The characters were not perfect but they were to each other. They both pushed the boundaries and their love for each other is clear and unstoppable.
The characters, the intensity, the grit, the violence and endless love had me glued to the story and loving the series.
The author is a genius in the books she's writes and i can't wait for the final instalment in December.




About the Author
T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier never dreamed that a single person would ever read a word she wrote when she published her first book. Now, she is a five-time USA Today bestselling author and her books have been translated into numerous languages and published all around the world. T.M. enjoys writing what she calls sexy‘wrongside of the tracks romance’ with morally corrupt anti-heroes and ballsy heroines. Her books have been described as raw, dark and gritty. Basically, what that means, is while some authors are great at describing a flower as it blooms, T.M. is better at describing it in the final stages of decay. She loves meeting her readers, but if you see her at an event please don’t pinch her because she's not ready to wake up from this amazing dream. T.M.Frazier.jpg
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Monday, November 19, 2018

Release Blitz & Review: Exes & Ho Ho Ho's by Lacey Black

Today we have the release blitz for EXES AND HO HO HOS by Lacey Black, a sexy new holiday novella! Make sure you get your copy today!!

Title: EXES AND HO HO HOS

Author: Lacey Black

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About EXES AND HO HO HOS:

Brandon Frost has it made. Dream job. Nice car. Fancy house. Until one Black Friday, the defense attorney finds himself standing before a judge, while his future is decided by the one woman who knows how to bring him to his knees: Noel. His ex, and the assistant district attorney on his case.   Noel Winters knew that facing her ex again, after five years, would be difficult. That’s why she chooses the ultimate punishment for a man like Brandon Frost: playing Santa at a local community center for kids. Unfortunately for Noel, she finds herself right smack dab in the middle of Brandon’s punishment, playing Mrs. Claus.   Soon, the thin line between love and hate begins to blur. What happens when a once-dead relationship starts to rekindle? Will Mrs. Claus be able to trust her heart with the one man who has already destroyed it? Will Santa convince the Mrs. that love is worth fighting for?   *This 25,000 word Novella was originally published in November 2017 as part of the Mrs. Claus anthology.  

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I continue to stare at her face while she openly appreciates the fine definition God gave me. I make sure to keep my eyes locked on her so that when she finally realizes what she’s doing, she’ll know I totally busted her perusal. It’s quite entertaining to watch, mostly because it’s a pleasant reminder that even though she hates my guts and wants to light them on fire (while they’re still inside my body), she’s still undeniably attracted to me. Her eyes finally glance up at my face. That sexy little mouth of hers drops open. Those ocean blue eyes widen in shock. And cue her blush in three…two…one… “See something you like, Miss Winters?” I ask, giving her a cocky grin. “Absolutely not,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. Oh, that gloriously beautiful chest. “Oh, come on, No. You don’t have to be shy around me,” I tease. “Shy around you? When have I ever been shy around you?” she scoffs. “I do recall you blushing a gorgeous shade of pink the night I finally got you naked and in my bed.” Yep. I went there. “I can’t believe you said that!” she seethes between gritted teeth. “Oh, believe it, baby.” “You know what? Uhhhhh!” she practically screams. Stepping closer, I invade her personal space and catch the slightest whiff of her perfume. “You can admit it. You want me.” “Not today, Satan,” she growls. “It’s Santa.” “Same letters. You’re definitely more Satan than Santa.”

REVIEW
Rating: 5 Groupie Stars
I found Lacey Black this year and I was so happy! I love her writing and the worlds she creates! So when the opportunity to read this novella came up I jumped on it!!

This story is not part of any of her series and I was so excited to get to meet new characters!! 

Brandon Frost hates Christmas and Noel Winter loves the season even though it brings back horrible memories. These two haven’t seen each other in years but when Brandon finds himself using is lawyer skills to defend himself in court he comes face to face with Noel and she throws the book at him!

Now he is forced to work as Santa Claus but the whole situation may have an upside. Noel gets roped into being his Mrs. Claus. 

I loved this novella! Although I wish it was longer you didn’t lose anything important from the story! I loved these two characters!! And I loved the ending of this book and I only hope maybe Lacey will revisit this amazing couple!!

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Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves watching NASCAR races, shooting guns, and should only consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight. Lacey’s debut novel, Trust Me, was released in August 2014 and has been an Amazon Bestseller twice for Free e-books, as well as #1 for Contemporary Romance. All of the Rivers Edge books have been bestsellers in the Romance and Contemporary Romance categories.  

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Release Blitz & Review: You're The One I Don't Want by Carrie Aarons


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Love is weakness.
Which is why Annabelle Mills vowed a long time ago to never let it destruct her. A former pageant queen with a bite equally as lethal as her bark, she’s interning at her dream job on the set of the highest-rated home design show on television. Everything in Annabelle’s life, though it may be cold and isolated, is going exactly as she always planned.
Until her ex-high school sweetheart moves to town. The same boy that she cheated on, once upon a time, essentially breaking both of their hearts. But no one knows the full story, and being vulnerable enough to open up about it is not on Annabelle’s checklist.
Hate is fuel.
The kind that courses through Boone Graham’s veins and allows him to shut out everyone around him. As the hottest rookie on Austin’s professional baseball team, he should be spending his days hitting homeruns and signing jerseys. Except he’s seen dreams ripped right out from under those closest to him, leaving them with nothing.
Without a college degree, he’ll never take the risk of pursuing his real dream. But when he runs into the girl who took a mallet to his heart and stopped it beating, attending the same university might just be the biggest challenge he’s faced yet.
As the semester unfolds, the line between love and hate is blurred. And with the amount of baggage stacked between them, together is the last thing they want to be.
That’s the thing about hearts, though. They develop plans all on their own.

EXCERPT:

Boone

I only have an hour in between my workout and the film session that the hitting coaches want us to attend. My entire schedule since moving to Austin has been busy as hell and completely out of whack. Between getting my class schedule figured out, sprinting across campus to get to the buildings, dealing with my moving company, figuring out where to park my car in front of my building, practicing with the Triple-A affiliate team I was drafted to and everything in between … I’m fucking wiped. I’ve been scouted for the major leagues since my sophomore year of high school, so I thought I’d been semi-prepared for what was to come, but my mind feels like it has been put in a blender for the last two weeks. I had so not been prepared. It was as if I was hobbling around in the dark in my new reality, trying to grasp at things before they moved on me. I needed to get it the fuck together. I am a professional now and having a career as a professional baseball player would only get harder from here. From the few times I’d visited Austin for tournaments or the odd family trip, I remember we’d gone to Big Cheese’s Grill. They boasted the best burgers in town, and it was close enough to campus that the place was always packed with students and professors alike. I open the door to the restaurant while glancing at my iWatch to check the calories versus fat burned during my workout. And I slam right into a body. I bounce back, shocked at the person who just rammed into me. I fumble to hold on to them, to keep our gravity from sending both of us flying. I fail, and the body falls backward, the door slamming into my back. I absorb that blow and keep upright, thank God, or I would have been sprawled flat on top of whoever just plowed into me. “Seriously?! Watch where you’re going!” An angry, high-pitched tone fills my ears. My head is down, trying to collect its scrambled thoughts, as I reach for whoever I just knocked to the ground. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming out—” The air and words leave me as I pull her up. Her hand is still in mine as we stand face-to-face, my surprise mirrored back at me. Those lips, the lashes, the eyes a rich, deep, soul-searching brown. The freckles across the bridge of her nose that make her look more innocent than she actually is. A current of tension radiates back and forth between our interlocked hands, and I can smell the glass of wine she must have just drunk on her breath. It’s sweet with a bite of alcohol, and my mouth waters for a drink. I haven’t thirsted for alcohol in five years, yet in one chance meeting, Annabelle has me reaching for a bottle. She’s poison to me, makes me want to do crazy things. I drop her hand as the thought crosses my mind, as if she’s burned me. “You should really watch where you’re going. Or did you knock me down on purpose?” Annabelle sniffs. I scoff, “Right, I often go around pushing women to the ground on purpose. I see the cold hard ice hasn’t melted off your personality, Annabelle.” And a woman she is. So much more grown up than I remembered her. She’d always been beautiful but gone was the gangliness of teenage years. This is a woman who stands in front of me, curves abound and an unseen knowledge of the world to match. I couldn’t help but get that jab in there. “And I see you’re just as focused on yourself as ever. You never did care what anyone else was doing, did you, Boone?” She folds her arms over her chest and my eyes stray to her boobs in a sizzle of heat between us. We’re like a bunch of children fighting like cats and dogs out in the street. How can she still pull out every insecure and immature trait within me? My brain is moving seconds slower than it usually does, and I know I’m standing here staring too long. Even though I hate Annabelle Mills, I can’t help but memorize every detail about her for the first time I’ve seen her in about five years. “Move.” Annabelle pushes past me, not using any manners, and starts to stalk down the sidewalk. Talk about rude. She’d always been aggressive, harsh, and just a little bit more high-maintenance than any of the other girls. It’s what had drawn me to her. And then seeing those glimpses of vulnerability, that’s what had made me stay. It was addicting feeling like you were the only one who got to see the nice side of the mean girl. I should walk into the restaurant. I should pick up my to-go order and drive back to my apartment where I’ll eat a quick lunch and change and go to the practice facility. But a flash of Annabelle in the bar the other night dances through my head. And her callous words just now piss me off even more. She always did have the perfect way of getting under my skin and driving me wild. When I’m around her, I forget who I am. I turn into some raging bull, with a fuse shorter than the bombs Itchy and Scratchy use on each other. The stupidest thing I could do right now? Stomp after her, yelling, in the middle of a crowded downtown street. So that’s exactly what I do. “You really haven’t changed a bit!” Oh, fuck. What am I doing? Annabelle rolls around, her eyes sparking with rage. “Nope, still the same cold, heartless bitch you dumped.” “Yeah, like I said, I can see that.” Lord, my mama would be so disappointed in me agreeing with a woman that she was a bitch. “Well, no one said you had to be around it. You’re the one who moved to my city. You’re welcome to leave.” She waves around like I should just get out of here. I fist my hands in my hair. Christ, she’s so aggravating. “No can do, I’m getting paid to be here.” She rolls her eyes. “Like I’m not? Have you watched TV lately? Or did you take one too many fly balls to the head? I know there weren’t a lot of brain cells in there to start.” Fuck her. Now it’s time to really piss her off, get under her skin like she’s under mine. “Oh, you mean that show you play house on or whatever? They’ll get bored of you when the next eye-candy pageant queen comes along.” I swear Annabelle could spit nails at me if she willed it right now. “You’re an asshole, Boone Graham. You’ve only ever cared about yourself and where you want to be. It was silly of me to think you’d ever think of someone but yourself.” I drop the anvil. “Says the girl who cheated on me. Who lost her virginity to another guy.” People around us are starting to stare, to really look at the two people arguing openly on the street. It’s not a good idea for me to stick around any longer; people know who I am on a national level and being seen fighting with a girl, who someone will inevitably social media stalk and find out is my ex, is not good publicity. Except I can’t stop staring into Annabelle’s eyes. They are furious, yes, but there is something more there. I’ve really … hurt her. I’m shocked, to be honest. I didn’t think I could remotely hurt this girl, who self-identifies as a cold, heartless bitch. But there it is. The raw flash, miss-it-if-you-blink second of real pain that flickers through those mocha pools. I open my mouth to say something, to take it back, maybe apologize, but she speaks first. “You have no idea.” Her tone pulls at my heartstrings, it’s low and somber. And then she melts into the crowd, giving no explanation of what I have no idea about.

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REVIEW
Rating: 4 Groupie Stars
You're The One I Don't Want by Carrie Aarons is a second chance romance starring Annabelle & Boone. We met Annabelle in The Tenth Girl (the story of Harper and Cain) and while this is the second book in the Tenth Girl series it can be read as a standalone. I was not a big fan of Annabelle in the beginning. She is beautiful and smart however she also comes across as insensitive and a bit self-absorbed

Annabelle and Boone dated in high school and their relationship came to an abrupt halt when Annabelle cheated on Boone.  Their relationship seemed complicated, where both of them made mistakes and immaturity played a large role in their downfall.  After being separated for five years Boone returned to the same city and as all second chance novels require, their paths crossed.  What unfolds is an up-close look at what it takes to forgive and move on to bigger and better things. 

Overall, this was an enjoyable read.  Ms. Aarons has a knack for drawing the reader in with the number of details and the perfect amount of drama.  Sweet with a little heat, You're The One I Don't Want is a book worth recommending.

AUTHOR INFORMATION:


Author of romance novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the stories she dreams up, and the yoga pant dress code, much better.
When she isn't writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and dog.
 

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