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BLOG TOUR + REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: CHASING CHARLIE by Aria Cole

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Warning: If a panty-melting alpha male with an irresistible accent and an overwhelming desire to protect the woman he’s hellbent on having isn’t for you, keep on clicking! Like your book boyfriends devilishly charming with a side of dirty talk? Me too! Grab the batteries, turn off the lights, and enjoy Chasing Charlie,

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Synopsis

Charlie de Rossi has spent every summer of her life tending her dad’s bar. Raised to be one of the boys, she pulls no punches and takes no shit from any man. She’s had to learn the hard way that life isn’t about the wine or the roses, but when the new bartender turns out to be a handsome Irish import, everything she thought she knew about life and love is challenged in a single heartbeat.

Far from the only life he’s ever known, Liam Fitzpatrick knows he should ignore the wild, intoxicating need that pulses through his veins whenever the boss’s daughter is near, but the moment Liam first caught sight of Charlie he knew her sassy mouth and sexy curves were made to be wrapped around his body. After just one night of tending bar together, the magnetism proves too much for either of them to bear and in an uncharacteristic moment of weakness, Charlie breaks every law she has and finds her legs locked around Liam’s waist, his lips coaxing her into mouth-watering submission.

Scared to lose her heart again, Charlie tries to avoid the sexy, stubborn Irishman that’s hijacked her thoughts, but Liam makes himself damn hard to ignore. One taste of her won’t ever be enough to satisfy the hunger she’s awakened and he is determined to show her what she’s missing. She’s holding the key to his forever and he won’t ever give up on chasing Charlie.

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Excerpt

“I’m not sure how they raise men in your country, but here, you should look a woman in the eye when you speak to her.” Her eyes gleamed with some sort of flirty challenge.

“I apologize,” I growled, discarding the box of bottles at my feet and lunging across the small space between us.

Her hands were in my hair, her thigh hooked around my waist. Now she felt my cock, hard and pounding between us and pressed against the seam of her skirt, the very goddamn place it’d been itching to be all night.

“You’re an Irish bastard,” she said as her teeth nipped at my bottom lip.

My hands clawed at her arse before I hoisted her on my hips and pressed her against the metal shelves behind her.

“Looks like you’ve got a thing for bastards then.”

I nipped at the tender flesh beneath her ear before laving my tongue up the line of her throat. A low whimper fell from her lips and landed a sucker-punch to my balls. My hips worked against her body, my hands roaming her torso and teasing at the neckline of her top.

“Jesus, I want to taste you.” I trailed my tongue across the swell of one breast. Her fingers thrust in my hair as a tremor pulsed through her body. “I want to see what you’re wearing under this hot little skirt.”

I fisted at the tight skirt, desperate to shove my hand beneath her panties and coax that soft, wet pussy to an orgasm with my fingers. And then my tongue. God, how my tongue ached to taste every inch of that perfection. I was going mad with the thoughts of how she would taste.

My hand found its way beneath the elastic of her panties, my fingers soaked instantly by her silky juices. I nearly came in my pants from just a single touch. I slid another finger through her hot lips and circled her clit slowly with my thumb. Breaths shuddered out of her body, her nipples hardening even further. Without a second thought, I pulled the low neckline of her top down, the creamy round flesh of her breast spilling out of the cup of her bra. I tugged the lace out of my way with my teeth, and finally, my lips attached to the dusky pink bud. I drew out the delicate flesh in slow, torturous sucks.

Soft mewls fell past her perfect pink lips as I worked her soft body. I couldn’t wait to hear her come, my name biting past her lips as I pushed her to a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Christ, you feel this good in my hands. I can’t wait to taste this sweet pussy.”

“Irish,” she sighed, her eyes falling closed when I pressed my thumb to the bud of her clit, applying pressure until her nails cut into the skin at my shoulder and her head fell back against a box.

“Name’s Liam, beautiful, and I can’t wait to hear you scream it from the rooftops.”

 
 
 

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Chasing Charlie is my favorite Aria Cole’s book so far!

Charlie is sassy, beautiful, and smart and adores her family, even when they are a pain in her ass, lol! 

Liam is a hot Irish aristocrat that is trying to pass unnoticed and enjoy the anonymity and simple life. That is, that’s his goal until he meets Charlie! Them his aim taking a whole different target and dimension! And he’s not one to give up easily. He will fight for what he wants with everything he’s got, and in this his Irish charm dies come in handy! 😉

Loved both characters and specially Liam’s OTT possessive and alpha thoughts on Charlie! He was absolutely perfect, because even with this cavemanish desires he treated her like something precious, so sweet!

And that epilogue… Wow… <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

If you want a sweet, scorchingly hot, smutty little read, this is for you!
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ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review

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Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

Aria’s new release BLACK is the first in her modern fairy tale series. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn’t take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!

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BLOG TOUR + REVIEW: SAVAGE by Kat Austen

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He’s been alone for years. Marooned on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, he long ago let go of the pleasantries and mannerisms of civilization. He’s become a savage, driven by instinct and impulse—more animal than man.

Then she washes up on his island, and everything changes. Her survival becomes more important that his. Her needs more essential than his own. Her pleasure more imperative than his.

This woman becomes his whole life. Not because she’s the first woman he’s seen in years, but because she’s the one he’s spent his whole life waiting for.

But will she feel the same? Will she be able to bring the man back from the savage? Or will she bring even more of the savage out of the man?

Either way, this tropical island’s about to get even hotter.

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“Make love to me,” I whispered, slowly wrapping one finger at a time around his erection straining through his loincloth. It was the first time he’d let me touch him like this, and feeling his arousal in my palm spurred my own into uncharted territory until I was consumed by my need.
His head fell back when I stroked him. “Right now, after everything”—he spoke as though each word were a chore to utter, his forehead creasing deeper with every slide of my hand—“I couldn’t make love to you the way a woman like you deserves.”
Instead of disappointing me, the prospect of the alternative made my need grow. “Why not?”
His arms fell back, his hands curling into the sand like he was trying to get a good grip as my touch became stronger. “I’ve been alone for years . . .” He thrust his hips when I circled his head with my pinkie. “I’ve been fantasizing about you for weeks . . . I couldn’t make love to you the way you mean.”
I needed to feel him, flesh to flesh—I needed to feel his steel sliding against the soft flesh of my palm. Working the ties of his loincloth free as quickly as I could, I let it fall to the sand, exposing his body.
“Then what would you do to me?” My teeth sank into my lip as my eyes dropped to his manhood. Everything about him was large and male. Every part of him made me feel sick with want. “What have you been fantasizing about?”
Unable to stare without touching any longer, I moved my hand back to his straining cock, drawing a moan from both of us.
“I’ve lived as a savage for years. I’ve lived an existence more animal than human. That’s the way I want to take you.” His eyes clamped closed as I stroked him. “I want to throw you onto all fours, shove between your legs, and fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to come inside you until I can’t come anymore and every last seed in my body is swimming in yours. I want to mate with you. I want to breed you. I want to mount you and make you scream my name while I take your body again, and again”—something dark flashed in his eyes when they opened, his cock throbbing in my hand—“and again.”
I wasn’t sure when I’d stopped breathing, but I had. I was so wet from his words and feeling his cock in my hand that it was running down my legs. “Then what are you waiting for?”  
Glancing at the ground behind me, he lifted his chin. “I’m waiting for you to get on all fours and show me you want the same.”
My nipples hardened at the rumble in his voice. Letting go of his cock, my hands slipped under the shoulders of the coat, slowly letting it fall down my arms. When Grant’s gaze dropped from my face, his throat bobbed as he roamed my chest. As his eyes dropped down my stomach, landing on my pussy, the corners of his eyes creased. I looked down with him, unable to miss the glistening wetness coating my body down there. The ache to feel him moving inside me became too much to bear. Turning around, I slowly lowered onto my hands, digging my knees into the cool sand.
Behind me, Grant’s breaths were ragged as I heard him stir from his position. He didn’t touch me as he moved up behind me, making me feel like I was choking on my heartbeat. “Make sure this is what you want.”
“Why?” I panted, tipping my hips up higher, needing him to sheath himself inside me before I passed out.
“Because once I have you, I’m going to want you again right after. And again right after that.” His palms drilled into the meat of my backside, kneading me roughly. “You give me your body now, you’ll give it to me again. Whenever I ask you to. Whenever I feel my cock stir, it will be your body that sates it.” One of his hands skimmed down my ass, pausing outside of my opening. He grunted when he felt fresh wetness spill from me. “I’ve been patient for a long time. Let me mate with you like the animal I’ve become, and I’ll never be patient again. Are you sure you’re ready for that? Are you sure you know the magnitude of my need?”

 

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Wow, just wow! This book…

Savage is like if Tarzan and Castaway combined and turned in to a PERFECT little smutty read! 

Jane (appropriate, right? LOL) as been trying to escape her lonely reality in the city, and looking for something more, so when she survives – is rescued – from her sinking boat, by a savage looking beast of a man, things sure start to get interesting. 

They attraction was immediate, as was his caring and devotion, and with that and feeling safe in his arms, for the first time in her life, Jane felt the loneliness go away…

It wasn’t the feeling of coming home. It was, for the first time, feeling what could be home.

He may have been a mute savage, but he took care of her like no one else ever did, even her pleasure, without wanting or asking for anything in return. But when one day, his speech comes back, after years of isolation and loneliness, she doesn’t take no for an answer, and pushes him to reveal his true nature and desires, until his control, simply breaks…

“I don’t want you to control what happens next,” I said, slipping the first button free. “I don’t want you to control yourself around me any longer. I don’t want the educated, civilized man I know now you are.” My fingers weren’t trembling any longer as I undid the second button. “I want the savage, uncivilized man who saved me from the ocean and grunted mine into my ear.”

And oh, boy, was he a surprise!!! Once he let out his desires and spoke of them, I’m surprise that the palm trees didn’t burn with his smoking hot sexual nature and his filthy mouth!

“I want to throw you onto all fours, shove between your legs, and fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to come inside you until I can’t come anymore and every last seed in my body is swimming in yours. I want to mate with you. I want to breed you. I want to mount you and make you scream my name while I take your body again, and again”—something dark flashed in his eyes when they opened, his cock throbbing in my hand—“and again.”

Sweet Baby Jesus!!! This man was beyond HOT!!! And what makes him absolutely irresistible in his savage and sexual manner, is that he has always been looking (even before getting stranded there) for someone to fill in that hole he has in his life, in his soul.

I hoped I’d find someone to share life with, instead of spending the rest of mine alone.” He paused to take a breath. As he exhaled, he drew me closer. “I was looking for you.”
I smiled, raising a brow. “You were looking for me?”
He nodded once. “I might not have known your name or what you looked like or where or when I’d meet you, but yes, I was looking for you.”

I had no idea it was possible for such a savage and primal of a man, to have such sweetness, devotion, care, and love in him! I was delightfully surprised, because he had some of the sweetest and loving thoughts on Jane. It was really hard to choose within SO many of his brilliant and swoon worthy quotes. Here are just a few to show you what I’m talking about!

She was my heaven, my saving grace. I’d give anything to make her happy. I’d sacrifice everything to keep her safe. Fuck, I’d give my life just to save her the discomfort of a scratch. She was precious to me in a way that made everything else pale in comparison—including my own life.

“Because you might bring out the savage in me, but you also tame the savage within me.”

Not that she wanted to, but really, who could resist that???!!! Grant was an absolute OTT Swoon-Worthy Alpha, that I will not soon forget!  These Kat Austen’s books just keep getting better and better, and I seriously can wait for the next!!! <3 <3 <3

I hadn’t just picked Jane because she was the only female I’d seen in years. I picked her because she was mine. She picked me because I was hers. It had taken us years to find one another, and we’d both suffered a harrowing journey to get here, but we’d both arrived.
Jane was the one my soul had mated with lifetimes ago. Hers was the same soul mine would find in whatever lifetimes I had left.
Of this, I was certain.

ARC kindly provided by the author via ArdentProse in exchange

for an honest review

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About the Author

Kat Austen is the secret pen name of a New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author. Kat writes short and steamy reads that leave hearts (and other parts) satisfied.

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RELEASE BLITZ: WIDE OPEN SPACES (Shooting Stars # 2) by Aurora Rose Reynolds

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WIDE OPEN SPACES

Series: Shooting Stars #2
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
Release Date: August 29, 2016
 

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“Zach Watters has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But when he sees Shelby Calder looking more beautiful than ever standing outside her childhood home, he promises himself that letting her go won’t be a mistake he ever makes again.”

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That moment your life changes.

That moment that changes your life.

That moment you love someone more than you love yourself.

That was the moment we gave our son up for adoption and the moment I was left bare. A wide-open space that would forever be empty.

There are moments that define you as a person, moments that prove just how strong you are, moments you push yourself to keep going forward when all you really want to do is give up. It was in one of those moments when I reached out and found him waiting for me.

When Shelby Calder left home fifteen years ago, she never planned on returning to the Alaskan town she left behind. But after the death of her grandfather and a bitter divorce, she hopes going home will be a fresh start for her and her ten-year-old son.

Zach Watters has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But when he sees Shelby Calder, looking more beautiful than ever, standing outside her childhood home, he promises himself that letting her go won’t be a mistake he ever makes again.

Some things never change and love is one of them.

 

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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

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Warning: If a panty-melting alpha male with an irresistible accent and an overwhelming desire to protect the woman he’s hellbent on having isn’t for you, keep on clicking! Like your book boyfriends devilishly charming with a side of dirty talk? Me too! Grab the batteries, turn off the lights, and enjoy Chasing Charlie,

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Synopsis

Charlie de Rossi has spent every summer of her life tending her dad’s bar. Raised to be one of the boys, she pulls no punches and takes no shit from any man. She’s had to learn the hard way that life isn’t about the wine or the roses, but when the new bartender turns out to be a handsome Irish import, everything she thought she knew about life and love is challenged in a single heartbeat.

Far from the only life he’s ever known, Liam Fitzpatrick knows he should ignore the wild, intoxicating need that pulses through his veins whenever the boss’s daughter is near, but the moment Liam first caught sight of Charlie he knew her sassy mouth and sexy curves were made to be wrapped around his body. After just one night of tending bar together, the magnetism proves too much for either of them to bear and in an uncharacteristic moment of weakness, Charlie breaks every law she has and finds her legs locked around Liam’s waist, his lips coaxing her into mouth-watering submission.

Scared to lose her heart again, Charlie tries to avoid the sexy, stubborn Irishman that’s hijacked her thoughts, but Liam makes himself damn hard to ignore. One taste of her won’t ever be enough to satisfy the hunger she’s awakened and he is determined to show her what she’s missing. She’s holding the key to his forever and he won’t ever give up on chasing Charlie.

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Chasing Charlie is my favorite Aria Cole’s book so far!

Charlie is sassy, beautiful, and smart and adores her family, even when they are a pain in her ass, lol! 

Liam is a hot Irish aristocrat that is trying to pass unnoticed and enjoy the anonymity and simple life. That is, that’s his goal until he meets Charlie! Them his aim taking a whole different target and dimension! And he’s not one to give up easily. He will fight for what he wants with everything he’s got, and in this his Irish charm dies come in handy! 😉

Loved both characters and specially Liam’s OTT possessive and alpha thoughts on Charlie! He was absolutely perfect, because even with this cavemanish desires he treated her like something precious, so sweet!

And that epilogue… Wow… <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

If you want a sweet, scorchingly hot, smutty little read, this is for you!
100% safe!!!

ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review

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Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

Aria’s new release BLACK is the first in her modern fairy tale series. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn’t take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: SAVAGE by Kat Austen

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He’s been alone for years. Marooned on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, he long ago let go of the pleasantries and mannerisms of civilization. He’s become a savage, driven by instinct and impulse—more animal than man.

Then she washes up on his island, and everything changes. Her survival becomes more important that his. Her needs more essential than his own. Her pleasure more imperative than his.

This woman becomes his whole life. Not because she’s the first woman he’s seen in years, but because she’s the one he’s spent his whole life waiting for.

But will she feel the same? Will she be able to bring the man back from the savage? Or will she bring even more of the savage out of the man?

Either way, this tropical island’s about to get even hotter.

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Wow, just wow! This book…

Savage is like if Tarzan and Castaway combined and turned in to a PERFECT little smutty read! 

Jane (appropriate, right? LOL) as been trying to escape her lonely reality in the city, and looking for something more, so when she survives – is rescued – from her sinking boat, by a savage looking beast of a man, things sure start to get interesting. 

They attraction was immediate, as was his caring and devotion, and with that and feeling safe in his arms, for the first time in her life, Jane felt the loneliness go away…

It wasn’t the feeling of coming home. It was, for the first time, feeling what could be home.

He may have been a mute savage, but he took care of her like no one else ever did, even her pleasure, without wanting or asking for anything in return. But when one day, his speech comes back, after years of isolation and loneliness, she doesn’t take no for an answer, and pushes him to reveal his true nature and desires, until his control, simply breaks…

“I don’t want you to control what happens next,” I said, slipping the first button free. “I don’t want you to control yourself around me any longer. I don’t want the educated, civilized man I know now you are.” My fingers weren’t trembling any longer as I undid the second button. “I want the savage, uncivilized man who saved me from the ocean and grunted mine into my ear.”

And oh, boy, was he a surprise!!! Once he let out his desires and spoke of them, I’m surprise that the palm trees didn’t burn with his smoking hot sexual nature and his filthy mouth!

“I want to throw you onto all fours, shove between your legs, and fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to come inside you until I can’t come anymore and every last seed in my body is swimming in yours. I want to mate with you. I want to breed you. I want to mount you and make you scream my name while I take your body again, and again”—something dark flashed in his eyes when they opened, his cock throbbing in my hand—“and again.”

Sweet Baby Jesus!!! This man was beyond HOT!!! And what makes him absolutely irresistible in his savage and sexual manner, is that he has always been looking (even before getting stranded there) for someone to fill in that hole he has in his life, in his soul.

I hoped I’d find someone to share life with, instead of spending the rest of mine alone.” He paused to take a breath. As he exhaled, he drew me closer. “I was looking for you.”
I smiled, raising a brow. “You were looking for me?”
He nodded once. “I might not have known your name or what you looked like or where or when I’d meet you, but yes, I was looking for you.”

I had no idea it was possible for such a savage and primal of a man, to have such sweetness, devotion, care, and love in him! I was delightfully surprised, because he had some of the sweetest and loving thoughts on Jane. It was really hard to choose within SO many of his brilliant and swoon worthy quotes. Here are just a few to show you what I’m talking about!

She was my heaven, my saving grace. I’d give anything to make her happy. I’d sacrifice everything to keep her safe. Fuck, I’d give my life just to save her the discomfort of a scratch. She was precious to me in a way that made everything else pale in comparison—including my own life.

“Because you might bring out the savage in me, but you also tame the savage within me.”

Not that she wanted to, but really, who could resist that???!!! Grant was an absolute OTT Swoon-Worthy Alpha, that I will not soon forget!  These Kat Austen’s books just keep getting better and better, and I seriously can wait for the next!!! <3 <3 <3

I hadn’t just picked Jane because she was the only female I’d seen in years. I picked her because she was mine. She picked me because I was hers. It had taken us years to find one another, and we’d both suffered a harrowing journey to get here, but we’d both arrived.
Jane was the one my soul had mated with lifetimes ago. Hers was the same soul mine would find in whatever lifetimes I had left.
Of this, I was certain.

ARC kindly provided by the author via ArdentProse in exchange

for an honest review

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About the Author

Kat Austen is the secret pen name of a New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author. Kat writes short and steamy reads that leave hearts (and other parts) satisfied.

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BLOG TOUR + REVIEW: BURN (Dark in you #1) by Suzanne Wright

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BURN

Series: Dark inYou #1
Author: Suzanne Wright
 
Genre: Paranormal Romance
 

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Part of a small demon lair in Las Vegas, tattooist Harper Wallis lives a pretty simple life. That changes overnight when she discovers that her psychic mate, or ‘anchor’, is a guy who’s rumoured to be the most powerful demon in existence. Compelling, full of secrets and armed with raw sexuality, Knox Thorne is determined to claim her as his anchor, creating a psychic bond that will prevent their inner demons from ever turning rogue.  The billionaire also wants Harper in his bed.

Knox is used to getting what he wants, and he wants Harper. He’ll have her, and he’ll keep her safe from the threat that looms over her. Because Knox protects what’s his. He won’t allow anyone to take her from him. Even if it will mean letting the demon inside him rise and wreak the havoc it was created to make.

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BURN by Suzanne Wright is my All Time Favorite PNR!!! No words to describe how much I ADORE this extraordinary and magical read!!! I’m going to try, but it will be hard, because with how much I loved it, it’s hard not to simply gush all around, fan-girling, because it’s THAT good!

Harper Wallis is a very special demon, with an independent streak a mile long, a fierce protective instinct with those she loves, and a brutal honesty, not much can shake her. That is until Knox Thorne crashes into her life and doesn’t intend to move from there…

Knox is one of the most, if not the most, powerful demons in the world. He is the Prime of his huge lair and let’s just say, with how important he is, evidently, he has a reputation.

There were many other rumors about Knox: that he was dangerous, calculated, notoriously sexual, and someone who lived by his own rules on his own schedule.

When they meet for the first time, even though both try to brush it off and disguise it, the chemistry and pull in immense and instantaneous in all the levels, but it’s when they touch that they discover their unique psychic connection. Harper is his one and only anchor (definition is perfectly explained in the book, but each demon has his on anchor in the world, it settles them, give then stability and with that power, amongst other things)

Of course after her past, Harper is not one to let go and just follow blindly, especially in something so delicate as this life long commitment. But Knox fast realizes this and why, and let’s just say, what he wants, he ways gets, no matter how much, and how he needs to fight for it. And he wants Harper, more than anything! 😉

Evidently, he wasn’t denied things often. Well, Harper did like to introduce people to new experiences. It was more of a calling, really.

Harper certainly doesn’t make his task easy, but where is the fun in that?! Their banter, and her back and forth were some of my favorite things in this story. her sassiness, intelligence and perceptiveness really shone through, and for the first time in his long life, Knox was surprised at every turn by his little sphinx. And surprisingly to him, his demon part instead of being aggravated by this, it agreed with him, and wanted to possess the she-demon, just as much as his human counterpart.

I absolutely loved this couple, it fast became one of my all time favorite fictional couples. I equally loved  them as individual characters, and that doesn’t happen often for me. They were undeniably PERFECT in my opinion. Specially perfect together.

“Oh, little sphinx, do you really think I can’t sense how powerful you are? In any case, that doesn’t matter. I don’t want you for power. Or even to stop me from turning rogue.”

“Then why?”

“Because you’re mine. I don’t walk away from what’s mine.”

The magnetism and dark (not strangely, since they’re demons) sexual energy is always present in their interactions, and when they give in it’s beyond explosive! Their sex scenes are fucking spectacular and in them they let go and show they true nature, so be prepared because Knox’s dominant and possessive nature, is elevated in those scene and coupled with his filthy talk, he really becomes lethal to the feminine genre! 

No one kissed like Knox Thorne. He poured every ounce of himself into it, making it just as erotic as sex itself.

Suzanne Wright created, IMO, the PERFECT paranormal, that I’m always ready to read and re-read! The individual development of the characters, the unrevealing of the intricate side plot, the secondary characters, that make us wish for all their individual stories, is abso-fucking-lutely BRILLIANT!!! And now the continuation of Harper and Knox’s story is almost here (September 1st) and I couldn’t be any more excited! I want more Dark in You NOW!!!! <3 <3 <3

“They’re not freaky or a defect. They’re unique, just like you.”

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Suzanne Wright lives in England with her husband and two children. When she’s not spending time with her family, she’s writing, reading or doing her version of housework – sweeping the house with a look.

She’s worked in a pharmaceutical company, at a Disney Store, at a primary school as a voluntary teaching assistant, at the RSCPA and has a First Class Honours degree in Psychology and Identity Studies.

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Series: Manwhore #5
Author: Katy Evans
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
Release Date: December 5th, 2016
 

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You’ve seen the headlines: Womanizing billionaire player! Watch out! Stay away!

We were just two strangers. Facing a forbidden attraction, a chemical connection. Neither of us expected or wanted it to amount to more.
But I had never been drawn to a guy the way I was drawn to this one: my brother’s best friend, and CEO of the company where I interned.

Even knowing I should stay away, I proved to be too human, after all.
The chemistry was amazing.
The laughs were incredible.
I opened up to him in more ways than I’d opened up to anyone before.
But sex was as far as I’d go.
Just sex because he was too irresistible.
Just sex because I wouldn’t be falling for him.
Just sex because I’d leave in three months, and I’d like for my brother not to kill me, and for nobody to find out he was my wicked little secret.
He wasn’t the One.
He was just a womanizer.
But for a time, he would be mine.

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Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…

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Series: Shooting Stars #2
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
Release Date: August 29, 2016
 

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That moment your life changes.

That moment that changes your life.

That moment you love someone more than you love yourself.

That was the moment we gave our son up for adoption and the moment I was left bare. A wide-open space that would forever be empty.

There are moments that define you as a person, moments that prove just how strong you are, moments you push yourself to keep going forward when all you really want to do is give up. It was in one of those moments when I reached out and found him waiting for me.

When Shelby Calder left home fifteen years ago, she never planned on returning to the Alaskan town she left behind. But after the death of her grandfather and a bitter divorce, she hopes going home will be a fresh start for her and her ten-year-old son.

Zach Watters has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But when he sees Shelby Calder, looking more beautiful than ever, standing outside her childhood home, he promises himself that letting her go won’t be a mistake he ever makes again.

Some things never change and love is one of them.

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Chapter 1

Shelby

Shutting off my car, I stare at the two-story house I used to call home. It looks the same as it did when I left. The deep blue is still vibrant, even more so now against the backdrop of the gray sky behind it. The white porch is still welcoming, with flowers hanging from the banister.

My grandmother and I would spend hours planting flowers in those boxes during the summer. When she passed away during my sophomore year of high school, I made sure to keep up the tradition in her memory. It looks like, in my absence over these last fifteen years, someone else had taken over the job.

Looking at the bright blooms growing wild, hanging over the sides of the boxes, I wonder if Granddad hired someone to plant them for him when he left to live in Florida. He never mentioned that he cared about the flowers we planted. Honesty, I don’t remember him mentioning them. Growing up, I didn’t even think he noticed, but now, looking at the blooming buds that are artfully arranged, I know they meant something to him after all.

“Mom?” Turning my head, I look at my son Hunter and force a smile as aching pain and regret slice through my chest.

“Sorry, honey. I spaced out. Do you want to unpack tonight, or do you want to wait until tomorrow, kiddo?”

Looking over his shoulder, he eyes the boxes and suitcases piled in the back then looks at me. I hate the sadness I see in his eyes. I hate I’m the cause of his pain. I know he misses his father already, and I know that at ten years old, he doesn’t understand why we’re no longer together even if it’s been over two years since we separated and divorced.

“Tomorrow,” he grumbles, and I feel that ache in my chest expand. He hates me for moving him across the country. Away from his friends, away from everything he knew. And I hate myself a little bit, too, for failing miserably at keeping my family together. I just hope this move will be a new start for us.

“Tomorrow,” I agree softly, unhooking my belt and opening the door.

Rounding the hood of the van, Hunter has already made it to the porch and is waiting at the top of the stairs, with his eyes pointed over my shoulder. Stopping, I look behind me as rain soaks through my clothes. I can’t believe how much the town has changed and grown. When I’d left home, you could see the sound from the front porch of my grandparents’ home. Now, the view is blocked by houses that have been built up side-by-side across the road. The street looks more like a New York City block, rather than a street in small-town Alaska.

“Is it always raining?” Hunter’s voice breaks into my thoughts, and I turn back toward him and take the steps slowly, noticing they are rotting out in a few spots. Something I will have to fix soon.

“Not always, but this is a rainforest, so I guess the answer in some ways is yes,” I tell him, when I make it up to the covered porch.

His brows draw together over his blue eyes, making him look like his father, as he asks, “This is a rainforest?”

“It is.” I want so badly to reach out and run my finger down his cheek, but I keep my hand locked at my side. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but some time ago, he stopped wanting my affection. Stopped being my little boy.

“Really?” he asks curiously, with wide eyes. “It doesn’t look like a rainforest,” he states, and he’s right; it doesn’t look like what you might imagine a rainforest would look like.

“It doesn’t look like one, but it is all the same.” I smile, and his eyes move over my face then to the view, and his face loses the curiosity it held a moment ago.

He turns, muttering, “Whatever.”

Biting my lip, I take the key the lawyer mailed me out of the front pocket of my jeans, put it in the lock, and turn. The door opens with a loud creak and dust rises up from the floors. A loud alarm sounds, making us both jump. Running into the house, I look frantically for some kind of alarm system, finally finding the small white box off the door in the kitchen. Flipping the panel open, I stare at the numbers.

“What’s the code?” Hunter yells over the siren, covering his ears.

“I don’t know,” I yell back, pressing in every single number combination I can think of, but none of them work.

“Is it in the papers in the car?”

“Maybe,” I yell, then run for the door and down the stairs to the van. Swinging open the back door, I shove three boxes out of the way before finding the one I’m looking for. Ripping off the tape, I shuffle through the contents and scan the papers the lawyer sent, searching for the code, but stop and look over the hood of the van when the alarm goes quiet. “What was the code?” I ask Hunter, when he steps out onto the porch.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, looking over his shoulder into the house, like he’s waiting for someone to come out, which makes me frown.

“Did it just stop?” I question, slamming the van door. His eyes come back to me and he shakes his head then starts to open his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by a deep voice.

“I turned it off.”

It takes one breath to realize who just stepped out of my grandparents’ house. One breath for every moment I spent with the man standing before me to flash through my head. Two seconds for me to feel my world come to a stop.

The boy I once knew is gone. There’s nothing boyish about Zach Watters anymore. His jaw is now sharp, the stubble on it giving him a rugged look while accentuating his full lips. His dark hair has silvered around the edges, drawing attention to his expressive hazel eyes that look like they hold a thousand stories. His red and black plaid shirt is stretched tight across broad shoulders, giving a glimpse of the muscles it’s covering. He’s still every bit as beautiful as he once was, only more so now that time has aged him, taking him from a handsome boy to a gorgeous man.

Swallowing, I look at my son then back again. “Thanks,” I whisper, and Zach’s eyebrows pull together as he sweeps his gaze over me. I have no doubt that I too have changed, but unlike him, time hasn’t been good to me. I’ve gained a few too many pound from eating my feelings over the last year. My skin has lost its youthful glow, and my hair has grown out at the roots without my bi-monthly maintenance appointments.

“Shelby?” he asks, but all I can do is confirm with a nod, since my mouth has dried up and I can’t find my voice. “Jesus.” His eyes widen as he looks down at Hunter then back toward me. “What are you doing here?”

“My… my son Hunter and I are moving in,” I stutter, caught off guard by his presence. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe I wouldn’t see him when I moved home, but I had convinced myself that seeing him would be on my terms, or sporadic at best.

“What?” he whispers, leaning back on his boots, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ignoring his question, I start to move back toward the stairs, asking, “Do you mind giving me the code for the alarm? I’m sure it’s somewhere in the papers the lawyer sent, but…” I stop and look to the left when Zach’s name is called. Standing on the porch of the house next door is a woman I know he got with a few months after I left. A woman he married soon after she gave birth to their twins. A woman I used to call my friend.

A woman I now hate.

I absently hear him say something to her, but the nausea turning my stomach and the sadness prickling my skin have me moving quickly up the steps, focusing on not falling over as I move past him. “Never mind about the code. I’m sure I’ll find it. Thanks for shutting off the alarm,” I mumble, as I walk through the door.  

“Mom.”

“Come on, honey. Let’s have a look around, and then we need to get to the store.”

“Mom,” Hunter repeats, sounding confused. I plaster a fake smile on my face.

“The pizza place we drove past has the best pizza I’ve ever tasted. We could do that for dinner.”

“Mom.”

“Right here, honey.” I laugh, even though that laugh feels like glass edging down my windpipe.

Studying me for a long moment, he finally mutters, “Pizza sounds good. I’m gonna call Dad before we go, and tell him we’re here.”

“Sure,” I agree, watching him pull out his cell phone and walk toward the kitchen. I didn’t agree that he needed a cell phone at his age, but like all things with his dad, there was never any kind of conversation. He didn’t ask what I thought about it; he just did what he wanted to do.

I hear a familiar throat clear. “You’re back?” Zach asks from behind me, making my shoulders slump forward and my eyes slide closed briefly.

“Yeah.” I turn to face him and wrap my arms around my waist, feeling my stomach twist into knots. When I left town, we didn’t fight, didn’t yell at each other, didn’t say things we would end up regretting one day. I just knew there was too much pain between us to make what we had left work, and Zach, knowing the same, didn’t put up a fight when I told him my plans.

“You’re staying here?” he asks, and I nod. Running a hand over his head as his eyes move to the right, where Tina had been moments ago, before bringing his gaze back to mine. “The code for the alarm is one, two, three, four. I told Pat to change it, but you know Pat,” he mutters, and I nod, knowing exactly how stubborn Gramps was. Shoving his hands into the front pocket of his jeans, his voice drops. “I’m really sorry about Pat.”

“Thanks.” I hold myself a little tighter. His eyes drop to my arms around my waist and soften before moving up to meet mine once more.

“If you need anything, I’m next door.” He lifts his chin in that direction, and my world stops again.

“Pardon?” I breathe.

“I live next door.”

Okay, maybe I should have guessed that, since Tina was over there, but I didn’t, and this is not good… as in really not good. There is not one damn thing I can do about it, though, unless I want to load Hunter back into the van and live out of it for the next year or so, which I don’t think will win me any brownie points with my son.

“Cool,” I whisper pathetically, with nothing else to say. Something familiar-looking and soft slides through his features, making my stomachache twist again, but this time in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.

“Well…” I pause, needing this encounter to be over. “Thanks again for turning off the alarm. I wish we had time to catch up,” I lie. “But I need to get to the store before it closes, and then I need to get Hunter some food. Growing boys don’t do well without food,” I ramble, as I put my hand to the door, wanting so badly to shove it closed.

“Sure.” He nods then looks over my shoulder, into the house. “Nice meeting you, Hunter.”

“You too—” Hunter looks between Zach and me.

“Mr. Watters, honey,” I mutter, answering his unspoken question, as he comes to stand at my side with his cell phone in his hand.

“You too, Mr. Watters.”

Zach’s eyes come to me and his face softens once more. “See you around, Shelby.”

“Yeah, see you around,” I lie again, since I plan to pretend he doesn’t exist from this moment forward. I wait, even though I don’t want to, until he is walking away to close the door then stand there for a moment, trying to process what just happened.

“How do you know him, Mom?” Hunter asks.

“When I was younger,” I say, turning to face him, “we were friends.” I shrug, looking toward the stairs. “My room used to be in the attic—it’s the best room in the house—and if you make it there before me, I’ll let you have it.” I raise my brows before taking off in a sprint up the stairs, listening to my son, who I haven’t heard laugh in weeks, giggle as he runs up the stairs behind me.

“Wow, this is awesome.”

Looking over my shoulder at Hunter I smile as he walks into the room with wide eyes. “I told you it’s the coolest room in the house.” I used to love hanging out up here when I was a teenager. The vastness of the space, with its angled ceilings and four large skylights, was a cool place to spend time. Looking at my son now, I can see the excitement in his eyes as he wanders around the room.

“Do you think I could get a telescope?” he asks, looking up at the cloud-covered sky through one of the skylights.

“Definitely.” I bump my shoulder with his as I walk past him toward the couch in the corner that’s covered with a sheet and pull it off. “We may also want to find a cover for this thing while we’re at it,” I say, looking from the floral-covered couch to his scrunched up face.

“Yeah.” He nods, moving to the bed, where he rips off the sheet that is covering the mattress. “I can’t wait to tell Dad about this. He’s going to think it’s so cool,” he mutters, and I bite my tongue to keep from saying, No, your dad will definitely not think it’s cool.

Max, Hunter’s father, grew up wealthy. He never owned anything that had been used. Even when we got married, he insisted I sell the Victorian house I bought when I graduated college, wanting instead for us to buy a newly built house in a cliché subdivision, where all of his friends lived. Shortly thereafter, he insisted I sell all of my old furniture, things I had bought secondhand and refurbished over the years. At the time, I was blinded by hope and love, so I didn’t think anything about it. But over time, I slowly realized I was no longer the person I used to be. I had turned into a trophy wife who lived in a show home and neither of us had any real character.

“Mom,” Hunter calls, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I turn to look at him and notice he has a stack of photos in his hand. “Who’s this?”

“That’s my mom,” I say softly, while walking over to where he’s sitting on the bed, holding out a picture of my mom and me. In the photo, we’re sitting outside on the porch, with our arms wrapped around each other, smiling at the camera.

“You look like her,” he says thoughtfully. “You have her eyes and hair.”

“You think so?” I ask, looking at my mom, who had to have been about my age when the photo was taken. She was beautiful, with long dark blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a smile that lit up the world.

“Yeah.” He nods then looks at me, and asks quietly, “Do you miss her?”

“Every day.” I nod, taking the photo from his hands. “She gave the best hugs,” I say, fighting back the tears I feel creeping up my throat. My mom and dad both died in a plane crash when I was fifteen. My father was the owner and pilot of a local adventure company, and he had taken my mom with him to drop off supplies to some men who were bear hunting out at one of the islands. On their way back into town, the weather shifted, and their plane went down on one of the mountains. Neither of them survived. That’s when I moved to Cordova to live with my dad’s parents.

“Do you have any pictures of your dad?”

I pause, trying to recall if I’ve ever really spoken to Hunter about my parents, if Max ever asked about them, but I can’t think of a single time. “There are a few downstairs on the wall. I’ll point them out to you.” I lean into him a little then stop when his arm wraps around my shoulders, surprising me. “I love you, kid,” I whisper, not surprised when he doesn’t say it back, but happy that his arm tightens ever so slightly.

“I’m starving.” He chuckles releasing me when his stomach growls loudly, breaking the moment.

“We can’t have that.” I laugh, standing from the bed. “Let’s go to Joe’s. Hopefully, the pizza is still awesome. If not, you’re gonna have to suffer and eat it anyway, ‘cause the store is probably closed by now.

“Is there such a thing as bad pizza?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” I murmur, and then head out of the room and down the stairs, grabbing my purse as we leave.

When we make it to Joe’s, I find nothing has changed in the years I’ve been gone. The owner Joe, an older Korean gentleman, is still in the back making the pizzas, and his wife Kim is still working the counter, gossiping about everything and everyone. While we wait for our pizza, Kim talks my ear off, telling me about the people in town, including Zach, who she informs me is not only a cop, but also the sheriff. She also tells me that Zach is single. He and Tina supposedly got divorced nine years ago, and Zach has had full custody of both his kids since then. I tell myself I don’t care that Zach is no longer with Tina, but I still feel some relief knowing I won’t have to witness seeing them together.

“Can I sleep in my room tonight?” Hunter asks, as I finish off my third slice of pizza and wipe my mouth with a paper towel.

“I don’t mind, but everything in the house needs to be washed. So if you want to sleep up there, we have to get your stuff from the van.”

“I’ll get it, and then we can bring in everything else too.”

“You want to clean out the van?” I ask, not at all excited about lugging stuff up three flights of stairs.

“Yeah.” He nods again, taking his half of the pizza box lid that he used as a plate to the trash bin.

“If that’s what you want,” I agree, regretting those words an hour later as I head out for the last box. My arms and legs are tired from carting everything inside and up the stairs. I haven’t worked out in the last year, and I can feel it now as every muscle in my body protest.

Stopping when I hear a door close, I hold the box in my hands closer to my chest and look toward the house next door. I spot a handsome blond boy, who looks a lot like Zach, hopping down the steps, with Tina following close behind. Ducking down, I hide and watch them as they get into an old pickup truck, only coming out of hiding when they drive off.

Having over fifteen years to deal with the adoption of Samuel should make it easier to see Zach’s other children, but it doesn’t. I still feel bitter about the situation. I know it’s the fact that Zach’s children were born a little over a year after Samuel, meaning Tina got pregnant not long after I left town. So not only did Zach have a relationship with Tina, but he built a family with her and kept the kids they had together.

Heading back into the house with the final box, I wonder how I’m going to do what I’ve been doing for the last fifteen years. It was easy to block out thoughts of Zach when I was gone, but now that I’m back and living next door to him, I wonder if it will be as easy to ignore the feeling in my chest that coincides with thoughts of him.

~*~*~

Grabbing my quilt from the end the my bed, I carefully balance my Kindle and glass of wine in one hand as I open the sliding glass door in my room and step out onto the balcony. Tonight is one of the first nights it hasn’t rained since we moved in, and I have been looking forward to sitting outside under the stars with a good book all day long. Grabbing my glass, I take a sip then look to the left when the sound of rock music starts up and light flutters across the back deck next door, making me wonder if Zach’s room is off the balcony like mine.

Pushing that thought away, I turn on my Kindle then proceed to get lost in someone else’s happily ever after.

“Shelby.” Jumping, some of the contents from the glass in my hand sloshes out over the side and runs down my fingers as I swing my head to the left, where Zach is leaning on the banister, his eyes on me. A short glass full of dark liquid is in his hands, and the light casts a glow behind him.

“You scared the crap out of me,” I gripe, holding my free hand over my rapidly beating heart.

“I’ve been standing here awhile,” he mutters, then takes a swig of his drink. “I thought you would have noticed.” He rolls the glass between his hands while looking at me intently, making me fight the urge to squirm in my chair.

“When I’m lost in a good book, the world could crash down around me and I wouldn’t notice.” I shrug, taking a sip of wine, using the moment of reprieve as an excuse to look away from him, but realizing for the first time that I don’t know the man standing across from me. Yes, he looks a little like the guy I dated years ago, but he also seems more intense, like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. He’s definitely not the easygoing kid I dated in high school.

“How are you guys settling in?”

Pulling my legs out from under me, I rest my Kindle on the edge of my lap and turn to face him fully while adjusting the blanket.

“It’s going to take a little bit to get everything cleaned up. I didn’t know Gramps was such a hoarder until now. I think I’ve thrown out about ten thousand issues of National Geographic, along with a hundred empty boxes and every single item you can possibly buy from an infomercial,” I reply, then smile when he laughs a deep rumbling laugh and leans a little farther over the railing between us, causing another plaid shirt—this one blues and yellows—to tighten across his wide chest.

“You didn’t keep them? You never know when you might need an automatic potato peeler.”

“I thought about it, but if I did, I wouldn’t have anywhere to put my shoes, since all of it was stacked up on the floor in his closet, everything unopened.” I smile, watching him grin for a moment before the smile slides away and his eyes move beyond me to the forest that sits behind the house.

“I’m gonna miss him. I know he’s been gone from town for years, but I’ll miss our talks,” he mutters, then looks up at the sky for a moment before meeting my gaze once more. “Why’d you come back? Last time I talked to Pat, he told me you were planning on following him down to Florida.”

His words catch me off guard, since Gramps never told me he kept in contact with Zach. But then again, I never asked. I shouldn’t be surprised they kept in touch, since they we’re close when I was home, and were obviously neighbors before Gramps moved to Florida. Plus, Zach is the sheriff in town. Yet, it still feels strange that he knows about me, while I know nothing about him.

“I was.” I let out a breath, adjusting the blanket around my shoulders. “But I had to wait until…” I trail off, not wanting to talk about my divorce to anyone, especially not him. “Then when Gramps passed away, there was nothing for me in Florida, so I decided to come back here instead.”

“You didn’t want to stay in Seattle?”

“No, I needed something different, so when I found out Gramps left me his house, I just knew I needed to come back here,” I whisper the truth. Ever since I read the will and found out this house was mine to do with as I please, I had a feeling in my gut that I couldn’t get rid of. Something telling me that I needed to come back here.

“This is a good town,” he murmurs, but the look in his eyes is saying something I can’t quite figure out.

“This is the last place I remember being really happy. I hope that I can make it that way for Hunter,” I say quietly, and his face softens.

“He looks like you.” His words and tone catch me by surprise and I sit up a little taller. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be sitting on my granddad’s deck in the middle of the night talking to Zach about anything. Definitely not about my son.

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw his dad,” I return honestly. “When he was a baby, he looked like me, but not any more.”

“He has your eyes and your smile.” He pauses, taking a drink from his glass. “He seems like a good kid.”

“He’s the best kid.” I take a sip of wine, trying to keep whatever it is I’m feeling right now in check.

“I… I think I saw your son. Um, the other day. He looks like you,” I tell him, wanting to take the words back after I say them, because I don’t want him to think I was spying on him.

“He looks like his mom, but has my personality, which I can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not. My daughter, Aubrey, on the other hand, looks like me, but is sweet down to her core. Where she gets that sweetness, I have no fucking clue.”

“Oh.” I bite my lip, trying to figure out what to say to that. The Zach I knew was a good guy, sweet even. Tina, however, was mostly bitch, and I honestly don’t even know why we were friends. Then again, growing up here, there weren’t a hundred girls to choose from. My graduating class had five girls in it, and none of them liked Tina, which meant none of them really liked me either.

“I better go in,” he says abruptly, cutting into my thoughts, standing to his full height. “I need to be to the station early tomorrow.”

“Sure… uh… have a good night.” The urge to say something that will make him stay hits me hard, and it takes everything I have in me to keep my mouth shut.

“You too, Shelby. And be careful when you’re out here reading. Louie’s out and about around this time of night, searching for food.”

“Louie?” I question, scrunching up my nose. Cordova never had homeless people before, and I can’t imagine it would now.

“Louie’s a black bear. Normally, he sticks to the woods, but he’s been known to nap on the decks now and then.

“Oh, man.” I jump up, looking around for any sign of Louie, not sure how I could forget there are bears out here, since we are in Alaska. “What’s funny?” I frown, turning to face him when I hear his deep laughter.

“You’re in Alaska, babe. You lived here for years. You know there are bears out in those woods.” He nods to the trees.

Babe. Why, oh, why did that word make butterflies erupt in my stomach?

“I know that, but I forgot.” I shake my head and watch his face soften once again.

“Still sweet as pie,” I think I hear him say, but can’t be sure, because his voice dropped to a low rumble that I felt skid across my skin.

“Well, I’m gonna go in too,” I blurt, picking up my Kindle and wine glass. “Have a good night.” And with that, I duck my head and go back into my room. Closing the door I lock it behind me then hurry and get into bed where I try to forget once more about Zach Watters.  

~~**~~

“Hello?” I answer the phone, still half asleep, then look at the clock and notice that even though it’s light out, it’s barely 6:00 a.m.

“Shelby, I’ve called three times,” Max, my ex-husband, says into my ear, and I pull my pillow over my head with thoughts of suffocating myself with it.

“It’s only six, Max. I haven’t gotten out of bed,” I grumble, tossing the covers back and sitting up. “What’s going on?”

“I want to fly out there this weekend,” he states, and I fight the urge to toss my phone across the room or scream at the top of my lungs.

“This weekend?” I verify, rubbing my face. “We haven’t even been here a week.”

“I have a few days off and would like to see Hunter.”  

I sigh, considering him and his request. “Our stuff is going to be delivered in two days. Then I start my new job next week, and Hunter has swi—”

“You’re not keeping my boy from me,” he cuts me off, and I can tell by his tone that he’s mad and likely pulling at his ever-present tie in annoyance. Something I make him do often.

“I’m not saying you can’t see him, Max,” I clarify, wishing I had at least one cup of coffee before this conversation. “I’m just explaining to you that we’re trying to get settled in here. Can you wait a few weeks before you come out?”

“Such fucking bullshit. I can’t believe you moved to Alaska, of all goddamn places. A boy should have his dad in his life.” My heart stutters and I feel my pulse skyrocket. We didn’t have a custody battle, but I wouldn’t put it past Max to take me to court to gain custody of Hunter if I step out of line in his eyes.

“Max,” I soften my voice as I walk to the kitchen, “you know we talked about this. You can come see him anytime, and in a couple years, he can fly out to see you whenever he has a break,” I say, then drop my voice even lower. “We agreed on him living with me at least until he’s sixteen. After that, he can choose who he wants to live with.”

“I miss you both.” He sighs, making me roll my eyes. I know he doesn’t miss me. I know this, because he’s been dating woman after woman since I asked for a separation. For all I know, he was dating before that. Hell, the last year I spent under the same roof as him, he hardly spared me a glance. Hunter later suffered from his lack of attention, when we lived in the same town after our separation. With Max, it’s always about him getting his way.  

“Max, please just wait a few more weeks, and then you can come and stay as long as you like,” I offer, the words leaving a horrid taste in my mouth. I will do whatever I have to in order to keep my son, though, including putting up with his dad in my childhood home for more than a few days.

“Fine, when?”

Closing my eyes, I whisper, “Next month. Whenever you like. Just let me know, so I can make sure I don’t make plans for Hunter. I know there are a few camps here he’s interested in.”

“Fine. Where is he now? I called his cell phone, but he didn’t pick up.”

“Sleeping. Like I said, it’s only six here, and he was up late talking to his friends back in Seattle on Skype.”

“You really shouldn’t let him stay up so late, Shelby,” he scolds, sounding disapproving, and again, that’s not a surprise.

“It’s summer, Max, and his ‘late’ is ten, not three in the morning,” I mutter, wondering how the hell I put up with him for so many years. “I’ll have him call you when he gets up.”

“Don’t tell him I’m coming out. I want to tell him that myself.”

“Will do,” I grumble, looking at the coffee pot and begging it to hurry up.

“Talk to you later.”

“Talk to you later,” I agree, setting the phone down on the counter. I make myself a cup of coffee and take it out to the back deck, drinking it while the morning sun beats down on me.

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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

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I LIKE BIG DRAGONS AND I CANNOT LIE

Series: The Dragon Series #1
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
 
Genre: Paranormal Romance
 
Release Date: August 17, 2016
 

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Keifer Vassago, The Prince of Dragons, has enough on his plate without adding a brunette with a bad attitude to the mix.

Fate has a way of screwing all his plans, though, whether he wants them screwed or not.  One second he’s fetching his brother from yet another situation that could possibly compromise the Vassago name, and the next that brunette is grabbing his assets.

Blythe isn’t after anyone’s assets, though.  She’s a good girl.  All she wants is to graduate from nursing school, get a job, and move out of her hell hole apartment.  What she does not have time to deal with is a sexy bearded man that accuses her of grabbing his junk.

She tries to forget about the encounter, but fate’s a cruel bitch.

One second she’s a normal college student barely living paycheck to paycheck, and the next she’s setting her panties on fire with powers from an ancient immortal dragon.

To add insult to injury, she’s hearing voices, and none of them are figments of her imagination. Blythe’s life is turned upside down, and Keifer forces her to adapt even though she doesn’t want to.  She likes her life just the way it is.

Not to mention she wants nothing to do with that arrogant asshole.  She doesn’t care that he rides a dragon.  She also could care less about his stupid beard, and his sexy eyes.

Yeah, who was she kidding?  She wasn’t convincing anybody.

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“’I Like Dragons and I Cannot Lie’ is without a shadow of a doubt one of the best PNR I have EVER read!!!” Gi’s Spot Reviews

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I woke up to my lower half on fire.

At first, I thought it was just an aftereffect of my dreams, but when I finally peeled my eyes open, I could smell smoke.
When I opened my lids and looked down, it was to literally find my panties on fire.
I screamed and rolled; rolling so far in the bed that I hit the floor and kept going.
By the time the fire was finally out, my panties were burned to ash. However, my skin was perfectly fine. In fact, the hairs that I’d planned on having waxed later in the week were gone.
It’d given me a fire waxing…minus the wax.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, staring down at my now hair-free mound.
Blasphemy.
My eyes widened and I looked around. Was someone in the room with me?
I started reaching for the lamp but couldn’t find it. There was a pile of things beside the bed that I’d knocked over in my haste to get up. I could only assume that the lamp was one of those things.
“Light, light, light,” I chanted, shifting through the things on the floor.
My candles that I had interspersed around the room all lit at once, and I screamed.
“What the hell is going on?” I shrieked.
Macy started hammering on the wall, or her boyfriend. Whatever. Fuck her.
I narrowed my eyes at the wall.
That stupid heifer! I’m allowed to scream if I want to. She fucks day and night, and she’s going to bang on my wall to get me to quiet down?
Master Farrow has always had excellent stamina with the ladies.
I froze, turning around and scanning the room.
“Who’s there?” I asked nervously.
A deep, rumbly laugh filled my head and my eyes widened.
“Holy mother of God, get out of my head!” I yelled.
The voice in my head continued to chuckle. Oh, this is almost as good as when Prince Keifer came into his powers. He didn’t shriek like you do, though.

 

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In I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie, we are transported to a brand new paranormal world where magic and dragons exist, and are ruled and organized by their dragon riders…

Amongst them, or better yet, on the top of the commanding chain is Keifer Vassago, the Prince of Dragons. Keifer already has an immeasurable amount of responsibility, but when his youngest brother again ‘falls off the tracks’, he’s the only one who can impose himself and force him to fulfill his obligation. He knew it was no easy task, but could not foresee that it would become  that much interesting, when this journey made him literally, run into his mate.

Blythe is a nursing student, part time diner worker, that lives her own life, and doesn’t interfere in other peoples businesses, but when she runs into a tall, dark, hunk of man pushing a young man from the next door apartment, she had no idea that that single moment would change her life forever, and open her reality to a brand new world. With a delicious dragon rider Prince. In this case there was no way to say no to that, because they were forever bonded…

“Coming here. I couldn’t stop myself though. It’s like I can sense your need. Your body calls to me like a fucking fire I can’t put out,” he groaned, glancing up at the numbers, watching them as they went at a turtle’s pace.

 I chose not to say anything, knowing he knew I felt the same way. It was as if he were under my skin, permanently there for eternity. 

He knew my wants, needs, and desires.

Their chemistry and fate is obvious and undeniable, but now Blythe will need to change and adapt her mindset for her new role and this society, and first of all she needs to me shown and taught all the fantastic ways of this magical world. This was a fantastic way for us, as a reader, to be introduced into this world, through Blythe’s eyes. It was done beautiful and fluidly.

After only a brief moment of hesitation, Kiefer and Blythe could not deny what her bodies and spirit were telling that. Their attraction was instantaneous, and they couldn’t deny they were meant to be together. 

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Of course, the primal reaction of their bodies stands out, not only in the regards of magic – with their interexchange of powers- but also sexually. You truly feel like they are drawn together, like industrial sized magnets, and that they will only be satisfied when they fully complete their mating. This explosive magnetism gave of course, some scorchingly hot and fiery – appropriate, given the dragon theme, lol – sex scenes. You could almost feel their most deep and primal desire to be joined that way, in the most delicious fashion. And then the serious and somewhat broody Prince of Dragons transformed in one deviously, impossible to resist, panty melting – or better yet, pantie incinerator- filthy talker.

“Don’t you dare come without me. The next time you come will be with me inside you, buried so deep you’ll feel me in your throat,” Keifer growled over the powerful engine.

Take it, Drakina. Let me feel that sweet cunt of yours pulse around my cock until you and I are the only things that matter in this world.

Blythe sure was one lucky woman. A brand new and exciting and a HOT sexy man, all in one day. What else could she wish for?! She was an amazing character on her own, sassy and strong, with a seriously independent nature, that gave Kiefer quite a few headhaches, LOL. And Kiefer, was absolutely amazing, OTT alpha, all the way, but with a secret sweetness and loving nature, specially reserved to Blythe (sure he has some asshat moments when the position demands were too high, but what man doesn’t?!), he more than proved his love and devotion to her. It was wonderful seeing their love and feelings blossom and that a special nature of itself. I LOVED this couple, and it’s going to be a tough one to beat. They were superb!

Of course this delicious package didn’t come alone, and with his two brothers and all the other dragon riders, they were more than a hierarchy, they were a true family on its own, a brotherhood.

That was how you made a successful brotherhood. You made sure that the people that would always have your back had a reason to have it. That they knew the person that they’d give their lives for was worthy.

I will not reveal any more of the storyline or characters, because it would steal from your enjoyment of this MUST READ. All this fantastic characters need to be savored while reading the story, but I can guarantee you will not be disappointed.  It’s a definitely MUST READ, that it will really transport you to a brand new world…

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WOW!!! What an absolutely fucking stellar PNR debut!!! ‘I Like Dragons and I Cannot Lie’ is without a shadow of a doubt one of the best PNR I have EVER read!!!
Just when I thought I could love Lani Lynn Vale’s writing anymore than I already did, she throws us this outstanding curveball, and managed to leave me completely astonished, because seriously this story couldn’t be any better!!! Beware Lani, because if I fan girled before now it only got much worse, you won’t be able to get me off your back, just don’t call the cops on me! Or better yet, please do because if they’re half as delicious as this dragon riders, damn….
I can’t wait to dig into more of this astonishing world!!!! And Keifer… OMG, No words!!! Sigh…

Gone was my breath.

 I didn’t care about that, either.

 I knew Keifer wouldn’t let me die by orgasm. He’d revive me later once he was done. 

Gone was my pride. I’d do anything for him. Anything. Crawl. Beg. Steal. Die. 

If he wanted me to, I’d do it. 

But the thing about Keifer was, I knew that he wouldn’t make me.

 Looking up into his eyes as he looked down into my own, something passed between us. 

It was as if I saw his soul, and he saw mine. Pieces of our separate lives melded into one whole life. 

And I realized what it was to be a dragon rider’s mate. 

To be utterly and completely his. 

Because that was what I was now, his. 

And that was what he was, too. Mine.

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I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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Guy Rule: Don’t knock a girl up and disappear for a year.

Weston Davis was a jaded CIA operative who didn’t believe in love at first sight—until the moment he laid eyes on Aspen Kennedy and knew she was meant to be his. With an undercover operation only days away, the timing was horrible. But he didn’t let it get in the way of spending an explosive weekend with her before he has to leave.

Aspen believed Weston when he told her he’d be back. Twelve months, a positive pregnancy test, and countless emails later, she’s given up hope on ever hearing from him again. She’s left alone to raise their baby, a treasured gift from the man who’d stolen her heart and smashed it to pieces.

When Weston comes storming back into her life, he has a new mission: claim his family, find the person who’d almost caused him to lose them, and make them pay.

Warning: If you’re in the mood for a quick & dirty read with an alpha male who’s determined to make up for lost time, this novella is for you!

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One year prior to the story, Aspen and Weston spent one torrid weekend together, and thought it was just the beginning of their journey. Instantly enamored for one another, they wouldn’t let the work absence of Weston on a mission stop them from believing. When that night resulted in an unexpected pregnancy, Aspen was desperate for a contact, a lifeline, but after incessant tries, and a lonely birth, she lost all hope in faith in their future as a couple.

It was finally time for me to accept the reality of my situation and give up the hopes and dreams I’d weaved around him. He was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. I needed to look ahead to my future. I had a precious baby to raise—a treasured gift from the man who’d stolen my heart and smashed it to pieces.

But she wasn’t the only heartbroken one. After waiting and waiting for some sort of contact from his dream girl, Aspen, and getting none, he was going to let that stop him. So, after one year of being undercover, he returns and goes in pursuit of his woman. What he didn’t expect was Aspen having a surprise of her own, in the form of a adorable baby boy.

Of course at this point he has to give explanations (which he doesn’t have himself), and try to find out who made them suffer like that and tried to tear and keep them apart. Who stole some of their most precious family moments. But first of all he has to gain the trust he lost from his love, Aspen. And after the heartbreak that reveals to be not an easy task.

“My beautiful girl held on to her faith for nine goddamn months, all alone during her pregnancy without me to care for her,” he whispered against my lips. “And spent three more raising my son while thinking I didn’t give a damn. It fucking guts me to know I let you down, Aspen.”

Weston certainly has some ingenious ways (wink, wink) to make her see how they belong together, and that there is no other option, because that’s how they’re fated to be.

I couldn’t think of a better solution than to show her how much I truly needed her. To fuse our bodies into one so she would know how deep in my soul the cravings for her went.

I absolutely loved this story! The surprise/unexpected pregnancy theme – when SAFE and both were faithful to their love and the other during separation – is one of my favorite tropes. And come on, who can resist a big and hot, tattooed guy with a baby in his arms?! No one, that’s who!!!

“Isn’t Auntie Jenna silly, Carter?” The sight of such a tatted up badass being sweet and silly with a little baby would have made me laugh if it wasn’t already busy making my ovaries go boom.

Oh, how we understand you, Aspen! She really had no chance against his Alpha charm, bossiness and possessiveness.

You’re mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to remind you of it every damn day.”

The scorchingly hot sex scenes and Weston’s very own brand of filthy talk only cemented even more my addiction to Fiona Davenport’s little stories. Her OTT alpha, obsessed, possessive and dirty mouthed Hs are really something else.

“I could live in your pussy, Aspen. So fucking tight. Damn, you’re going to be sore as fuck tomorrow and that makes me so damn hard.”

I’m Yours, Baby, is a insta-love, sweet, super sexy with a hint of drama to spice things up even more, short read, that is sure to get you hooked, so that like me you devour it in one sitting, barely taking your eyes of your e-reader. And now I’m already counting the days until Fiona shares with us her next delicious treat! <3

“You are everything to me, Aspen. Don’t ever doubt how much I love you. You and Carter both.” I grinned. “And all of our other babies.” My cock immediately hardened, as though it knew it had a job to do and there was no rest for the weary.

 
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I started towards her, backing her up until she was up against a wall and my body caged her in. “Is there someone back there, Aspen?” I asked with deadly calm.  “Did you offer up what’s mine to someone else?”

She sputtered indignantly, “What? Of course not—what do you mean yours? You gave up your claim on me, you jerk!”

I believed her, but she was dead fucking wrong if she thought I didn’t still own her. “I don’t’ know what the fuck happened after I left, Aspen, but I know what we had was real. I’m here for you and I’m not letting you get away.”

She peered up at me with confusion, then shook her head and fury returned to her expression. “You can’t throw me away and then just show up expecting me to fall back into bed with you. I’m not a booty call, Weston, and my circumstances have changed drastically. Arbitrary weekends of fucking aren’t a luxury I can indulge in.”

Throw her away? What the fuck?

“That was a hell of a lot more than a weekend of casual fucking and you know it,” I growled, leaning in close and wrapping my hands around her hips. I opened my mouth to say more when the air was rent with the sound of a baby’s cry.

Aspen stiffened and shoved at me again, like last time, I was startled and teetered back a few inches. Enough for her to slip past me and hurry down the dark hallway. It couldn’t be . . . right? Curiosity had me following her into a bedroom painted in a soft blue, with white furniture, including a crib, with a mobile of circus animals. As if that weren’t alarming enough, she was standing next to it cuddling an infant to her chest.

I could tell right away it was her son, they had the same nose and mouth. She’d had a baby? She’d said she hadn’t been with anyone else. Had she lied and really moved on? In my desperate and devastated state, I almost missed the fact that the child had dark hair and was peering at me from her arms with striking green eyes. Eerily similar . . . holy fuck. This was my kid.

“You had my baby?” I croaked. There were so many emotions weighing down on me, I felt almost dizzy. But at the forefront of my mind was wrath. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

 

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Hello! My name is Fiona Davenport and I’m a smutoholic. I’ve been reading raunchy romance novels since… well, forever and a day ago it seems. And now I get to write sexy stories and share them with others who are like me and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret alias, which is kind of awesome since I’ve always wanted one.

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