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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: BOUND (Lamian Wars #1) by C. M. Steele

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BOUND

Series: Lamian Wars #1

Author: C. M. Steele

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: February 17, 2017 

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Book I of III

A tale tells of a baby girl being born from a vampire and his human bride. She would be the sign that all would never be the same again. The wars would come to a bloody end and they would rule in peace.

Three hundred years of waiting for an answer to their problem had worn on the soul of Falcon Lombardi. and his best friend Draco Romano. The pain and guilt of the past etched in their hollow hearts. Both men spent their lives working to make things right, however nothing had truly changed in all that time. Disillusioned and left empty, neither of them expected the end of the dark to come from a trip to the theater.

How could something so twenty-first century fix the woes of a seventeenth century curse?

This is not a standalone.

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When I first heard that C. M. Steele, one of my ‘auto-read’ authors, was releasing her first full length novel, I was beyond excited, because as she is known for her insta-love/lust, and specially her OTT obsessed alpha, I couldn’t wait to see how that would translate into a lengthier, vampire ‘supernatural’ world, and I have to say she surpassed my expectations, since she gives us much more than that.

In Bound, the author created an amazing and original setting, where the vampiristic war, the Lamian Wars, is always present in the background for all the story and working as connecting line and enrichment in perfect harmony with the love story, or stories, in this case.

This first installment introduces us to the The Lamian Wars well thought out universe and its main characters, Falcon and Draco, and Leonora and Charlotte. Coincidently – or nor so much, lol – each others best friends, but with four centuries of separation.

Since the tragedy that struck his family, the royals of his kind, Falcon Lombardi has been living a life of solitude (expect for for his best friend, Draco Romano) and his apparently endless search for a cure for his people, until one day, after nearly four hundred years of wait his mate finally crosses his path.

She was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. It must be why it took so long to find her. That much perfection was centuries in the making.

Of course there were some basic obstacles – besides the bigger ones – like her human nature, her despicable parents and the matter of his vampirism, but all is easy solved because they were united on the most primary level, they are soulmates, they are bounded.

My mate didn’t know it yet, but she was bound to me. She was my other half, the missing piece I’ve waited many lifetimes for.

Since she also felt it on a cellular level, the chemistry, the connection, it was easy for Leonora to accept her fate and his (and now hers) nature, and all that came with it.

I didn’t deserve her, but I wouldn’t give her back. She was mine for eternity if not longer.

But Bound isn’t only about Falcon and Leonora, so when Draco discovers that Leonora’s best friend is his other half, he was overjoyed. And his reactions, thoughts as well as Charlie’s were delightful to read, and gave a new dynamic to the storyline. These heroes sure know how to treat their leading ladies. Their love and care really shone trough, and we truly feel like they are the most precious thing in the world for them. Completely swoon-worthy. 

And of course, their obsession sure spiced this love and their relationship. Who doesn’t love a good OTT obsessed, protective and possessive alpha that needs his love like the air to breathe?! <3

“You’re crazy,” I whispered, my head tilting and inching closer to his.
“For you, I am. And there’s no cure for it, so you’ll just have to deal with it.”

Both love stories are for me equally enticing, and their sex scenes, for four unexperienced people, sure are off the charts, scorchingly HOT!!! And that back story, the action and suspense and that ending!!! It was fantastic, and I want the next one now!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“I love you, Falcon.” That was the first time she said that, and it felt like it was more than just the vampire connection. It felt sincere and danced along my spine. I’d waited for those words. They were human words and meaningless to most vampires, but she was special to me, and from her those words were honest and pure.
“I love you so uncontrollably. It’s more than just being bound.”

 

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C.M. Steele is a full time mom and author. She loves writing and doesn’t do much else except watch ID Discovery and take care of the kids (of course.)

She has 30+ novellas under her belt and many more in her head. 

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BLOG TOUR + REVIEW: ETHAN HADES (Gods Among Men) by Kat Austen

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Ethan Hades falls into the god category . . . though the myths surrounding Hades are far different than the truth of who he really is. God of the Underworld is just one of his many responsibilities. After spending centuries alone, a scapegoat for anything and everything that goes wrong in the world, he’s given up on life. He gave up on love way before that.

Until one day a woman he can’t ignore walks into his life. They have nothing in common—that she’s mortal being is only one of the many differences between them. Holland Corbin is everything Ethan has been waiting an eternity to find. One problem—she’s hell-bent on keeping him as far away from her as possible and looks at him like he’s the devil himself. Which, okay, she has good instincts.

He might have to move heaven and hell to get her to accept and admit her feelings for him. He might have to forfeit his own infinite existence to be with her. He might have to stand in contempt of the only set of laws he’s ever followed. But he will. He’d give everything to be with her, and he just might be forced to pay that exact price.

He’s damned either way. Might as well go out fighting for the woman he loves.

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Somewhere between the myth and reality was where you’d find the truth. But you wouldn’t see it if you weren’t looking, and most people weren’t.

   Most people were content to believe what they wanted to believe, as opposed to the alternative—accepting what was actually real.

   Take me for instance. There was the myth of who I was, and there was the truth. My first name was Ethan—a perfectly everyday name—but it’s not the name I was given at birth. No, that name I used as a last name now, as a reminder of who I was. Not that I could forget. My reputation seemed to precede me in every life I lived, not because people knew who I really was or would believe me if I told them, but because they knew something was different about me. Something was to be avoided.

   They were right.

   “Ethan Hades.”

   So yeah. Bet you didn’t need twenty guesses to figure out who I was—who I really was. Yes, gods were real. No, we weren’t anything like the myths you’d grown up reading in school. Names, places, and rough ideas were about the only details the Greeks had gotten right. The rest was a bunch of fabricated rubbish. I

    rose from the tiny canvas stool that lined the outside of the medical tent, my legs not the least bit tired from holding a chair squat for the past twenty minutes while I’d waited for the new camp doc, who was not earning any points from me since he was running late. I had stuff to do. Stuff that didn’t include waiting on a scrap of fabric that would have been lucky to hold a mortal man of my size. That was another fun fact for the god/goddess trivia book—we weighed significantly more than a mortal the same stature. It had something to do with our bodies being solid muscle, and nothing like the kind of muscle humans possessed. Our muscles were heavier, stronger, and impenetrable—fitting since we were immortal beings.

    I didn’t say anything as the nurse lifted the tent curtain for me. Neither did she. She’d been trying to get into my bed since she’d first started her rotation a few months ago. I’d told her I hadn’t signed up with World Corps, and traveled to third world countries on various outreach missions, to get laid. I’d been nice about it. The first dozen times. The last dozen, I’d been curter with my replies, which might have explained the reason she was looking at me like she wanted to drive a scalpel through my eye.

   Good luck with that. Immortal being. Meaning cannot die. By scalpel to the cornea or any other method.

   Believe me, I’d put it to the test.

   The landscape directly below Frenchman’s Cliff would never be the same. It looked like some meteor had fallen there, carving a crater where the ground had been level before my attempt to challenge my immortal state of being.

 
 
 

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Now here was something I had never read until now!!! Kat Austen sure gave us something new and refreshing, because I read PLENTY about history of all Gods in multiple religions, specially this one, of Ancient Greece, but never before in a smutty sweetness point of view, and wasn’t that the most delicious surprise!!!

Ethan Hades is every bit of arrogant and all things HOT that he’s truly entitle to be – he is after all the god of the underworld, lol – but upon meeting the straight laced, pragmatic and workaholic Dr. Holland Corbin, that apparently doesn’t bat an eyelash to him – first time ever for him – let’s just say he’s taken down a peg or two… Ok, not really!!!

He instantly feels that Holland is special to him somehow, and the more he analyzes those feelings the more he realizes that she may be his One! 

There’s just one obstacle, – since he has no doubt that he’ll make Holland fall in love with him, lol – her mortality. But for her he’s willing to give up everything, even his own imortality and power!

Holland of course tried to resist the best she could, but come on, really, it was a lost battle, because it was a lost battle from the start, because honestly, who could resist a freakin’ god?!

It was a deliciously little read, with some of-the-charts, turn-on-your-fans sex scenes and a sugary sweet insta-love story to leave feeling warm and tingly in all the right places. The only down and hence why a didn’t give it my usual Kat Austen five smutty stars, was the question of her mortality against his immortality and how it was solved – or unsolved – in the end. This is after all fiction at its best so instead of that epilogue, that was bittersweet and left me kind of sad, I wanted a full on Happy Ever After in all its glory were all the potential and escapism from our realities was present and these two got something that would reveal the beauty of Romance fiction, a splenderous HEA!

Nonetheless, it was a true, and addictive as usual, Kat Austen fantastic short read! I can’t wait for the next! Are we going to get any more of these gods?! I sure hope so! And maybe will see a bit more of Holland and Ethan?! Fingers crossed!!! 

“What have you been waiting for?”
 His brows knitted together, his look suggesting I was missing something. “You,” he breathed like it was a prayer. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

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BLOG TOUR + REVIEW: ROCK HARD by Kat Austen

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First loves don’t last. Especially one as unlikely and turbulent as Elodie and Caspian’s.

It’s been years since she’s seen the rough rebel she fell in love with as a teen. She’s put him behind her and moved on. That’s the story she tries to sell her friends and family, but deep down, she knows it’s a lie. She hasn’t moved on from Caspian Cruz and she probably never will, but she has to finally give up hope they’ll ever reunite.

Or does she?

When her friends drag her to a sold-out rock concert, she comes face to face with the lead singer . . . who just so happens to be the boy she fell for all those years ago.

She never thought she’d see him again. She never realized he’d made it in the music world. And she never expected him to confess that he’s been waiting for her as long as she’s been waiting for him.

What will happen when their worlds collide again? A repeat of the past or a second chance to get things right?



ROCK HARD is a short and sexy read, chock-full of excessive sweetness and heaps of filthy talking. Not for the faint or square of heart.

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“Men suck. It’s official. If a girl like you can’t keep a guy, there is literally no hope for me.” My friend, Sydney, shook her head and took a drink of her margarita.

   “Just to confirm, you know for sure that he was cheating on you?” Our friend Jessie twisted on the stool to look at me straight on.

   Exhaling, I pulled my phone from my clutch and scrolled through a few messages until I found the one I’d been sent a few days ago from a number I didn’t recognize. I refused to look at the picture, but I made sure Jessie and Sydney got a good look.

   Jessie’s eyes narrowed.  “Two-timing, sorry bastard.”

   Sydney winced like the image was grotesque. “Dude, if that’s what he looks like beneath that fancy composer’s tuxedo, let that violin-playing hussy have his pasty, blubbery ass.”

   “He’s all hers,” I said, tucking my phone back away.

   “Hans was crazy about you though. I don’t get it. Why the sudden change of heart?” Jessie pulled the olive from her martini and popped it into her mouth.

   “Oh, please, it didn’t have anything to do with his heart. He was thinking with his dick when he fell into bed with Tits McGee there,” Sydney chimed in, which worked for me. I wasn’t eager to hash out my most recent failed relationship with anyone, my two good friends included.

   Hans and I had been dating on and off for a couple of years. He was the conductor for the world-renowned Los Angeles symphony, twenty years my senior, and had a golden reputation in the upper circle. My parents had been thrilled when they found out I was seeing Hans Vandenberg, visions of musical-prodigy offspring dancing through their heads.

   No doubt they’d been devastated when I told them we’d split. They probably would blame me for ruining it even if I showed them the photo I’d been sent of him asleep and naked in bed with some other woman. They always seemed to prefer the ones who treated me like crap over the only one who’d ever treated me the way a person who claimed to love someone should.

   “I bet you’re relieved you didn’t let him finally wear you down, right, Elodie?” Sydney had to nudge me to bring me back to the present. “Way to hold out on a guy for two years. You made his true colors come through.”

   “His true colors being pasty with a splattering of really unattractive body hair,” Jessie muttered.

   “Truthfully, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Hans and I were never good together. He or I should have called things off months ago.” I shrugged like that was that, because it was.

   Other than looking good on paper, Hans and I had never made sense. I’d never once looked at him and felt my stomach drop, and I knew all he’d seen when he looked at me was a young girl he was hoping to add to his rumored lengthy list of bed mates.

   That was part of the reason I’d held out for so long—I didn’t want be one of a hundred others, or even one of a few. I wanted to be the one of one. The one he’d waited for. I wanted to be someone’s The One.

   “Okay, so I’ve got a brilliant plan for Operation Over Hans VanPastyAss.” Sydney tipped back what was left of her drink, lifting her finger at the bartender. “We’re going to get good and mildly drunk, then we’re going to go see My Mortal Affliction from the front row, baby”—Sydney pulled a trio of tickets from her purse, fanning them in my face—“we’re going to get on our knees and worship that god of a lead singer of theirs, probably flash him a few dozen times, then we’re going to make out with some really fine specimens before we allow our heads to hit the pillow tonight.”

   My eyebrows came together as I studied the concert tickets. I’d agreed to meet my friends for a drink after my earlier performance, but I hadn’t planned on anything else after this. As it was, I was already checking the time, hardly able to wait to crawl into my bed and put an end to this day.

   From the friends’ texts I’d had to field who were just finding out about Hans’s and my split, to avoiding my parents’ incessant calls encouraging me to work things out, to the concert where I’d felt haunted by a ghost during the last few minutes, I was ready to put this day to bed.

   “I’ve got early practice tomorrow,” I said.

   Jessie lifted her finger at me. “You’ve always got early practice. That’s no longer an excuse to dodge life.”

    I blinked, offended. “I’m not dodging life.”

   “Correction, you dodge the fun parts of life.”

   My mouth fell open a little as I looked at Sydney to back me up, but all she did was lift her hands and keep her lips sealed. I wanted to defend myself, but they were right. Other than the endless hours I spent playing piano, my life wasn’t very exciting. Outside of these two dragging me out for the occasional good time, my social calendar was pathetic.

    I had no idea who this My Mortal Addiction was, what kind of music they played, or if I’d even like it, but having my friends call me out stirred something inside me. They were right. I’d spent enough time waiting for my life to really get started. Enough time feeling like an empty shell.

   “Well?” I finished the last of my wine and slid off of my stool. “Ready when you are.”

 
 
 

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Rock Hard was the sweetest, most heart warming rock star/musician romance I’ve EVER read!!!

True, this is a genre a don’t venture very often given my personal pet peeves, and specially the renown and usual groupie drama attached to the trope, but this sugary sweet smutty story had nothing of those! 

What it did have was one smoking HOT, swoon-worthy hero, Caspian! Sigh…

Caspian and Elodie have been in love with one another since they were teenagers, so when after two years of dating they were broken apart by her parents, and Elodie thought she had lost her heart forever.

Caspian. The first boy I’d ever loved. The only one I ever really had. The one who had promised me forever, only to make me realize forever was for storybook people, not real ones.

What she didn’t know was that her life was indeed storybook like, because not once, not even for a minute, did Caspian let go of her, and time and space meant nothing because she was always on his mind. She was is lifeline, his everything…

“You,” he whispered with conviction, his steps echoing around me as he moved closer. “All I want is you.”

Eight years passed, and just when she least thought possible, her life and heart rebooted, because right in from of her, as a rock star in a crowed concert was her First Love, Caspian Cruz. 

“So I made a promise to myself to not approach you until I’d made something of myself. Until I’d become a man worthy of a person as beautiful and talented and perfect as you are. Until I made myself worthy of your love.”

“Caspian Cruz.” I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his eyes. “You have always been worthy of me and my love.”

Of course that very fast all the misconceptions were cleared and they fast realized that they were still just as much in love and devoted to one another now as they were eight years prior.  

Caspian had always been like a drug to me, an addiction I could never recover from, even after almost a decade of being sober. He swam in my veins. He stirred my very being.

“Because I might want every part of you there is to have, angel, but right now, only one part is on my mind—the one part of you I’ve never had. I want to have it so I can know I’ve had every part of you. So I can say I’ve loved every part of you.”

Actually, if anything, their love shone even brighter now, because their repressed sexual craving (LOL) took it a whole new level, now that they were adults! 

Caspian was already the perfect romance hero, with his immeasurable devotion to Elodie, but that extra dirty mouthed talk of his… Lordy… Not even Elodie was prepared – not that she was angelic in between the sheets – specially considering their equal inexperience on that regard. 

“No, this isn’t making love wet. This is hard, rough fucking wet, sweet angel.” His mouth lowered to my ear, nipping at my lobe. “Is that what you want? Is that how you want me to take you?”

I sure as hell loved every second of it! And it more than guaranteed Caspian a place on my best book boyfriend list – and the main reason for my five star rating -, because equal parts sweet, devoted, loving and panty-melting is something we don’t see in romance these days. And that is exactly what Kat Austen gave us, once again, in the most perfect and unusual – least for me, at least – of settings. I can’t wait for her next super sweet, sizzling hot, smutty read! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“After all of this time, after everything, do you still want me? Do you still want a forever with me?”
I wasn’t crying. Sobbing was a more accurate word. “I want forever and then some with you, Caspian Cruz.”

Every part of me loved every part of him. Every piece of me belonged with every piece of him. I was meant to share my life with him, and he was made to share his life with me.

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: WORDS I COULDN’T SAY (Promise in Prose #1) by Tessa Teevan

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Series: Promise in Prose #1

Author: Tessa Teevan
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 

Release Date: November 22, 2016

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You know the old adage “if you love something, set it free?”
It’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.
The dumbest thing I’ve ever done.

I loved her. I lost her. Hell, I let her go. And then spent five miserable years without her.

To cope with the loss, I put pen to paper and wrote her a love story, knowing when she was ready she’d hear the words I couldn’t say all those years ago.

Turned out, not only would she hear them, but when Hollywood came calling, I made sure she got the lead role. After all, no one else could portray the character whom she’d inspired. Now she’s within arms’ reach and finally, she’ll know the truth in my heart.

Because that other cliché, “Actions speak louder than words?”
I’m going to prove it.
My words may have brought Ava Banks back into my life; I have to be enough to make her stay.

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The air around us was silent save for the crickets chirping off in the distance. The cool Cincinnati breeze nipped at my skin while I waited for his reaction. When I’d started writing this novel, it had been an ode to my past love. My past life. But then it’d taken on a life of its own and become so much more. Which had made it that much more poignant. That much harder to fathom the one word that’d been haunting me for years.

Goodbye.

At long last, he turned to the final page and sucked in a breath. My stomach twisted in knots because he was about to read the end. And I didn’t know how he’d interpret it. Half scared he’d tell me that I’d lost my mind and no one would ever want to read this story, especially with that ending.

He didn’t make me wait long. As his head slowly rose, I was taken aback at the tears shining in his usually cheerful eyes. This man, who had always been like a second father to me, had been reduced to tears by my words. My words. Words we both knew for whom they were meant. And, instead of calling me a fool or attempting to kill me, he watched me with tearful appreciation, switching between nodding and shaking his head as if trying to process it all.

I didn’t know how to react, so I simply stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

He closed the manuscript and set it on the table in front of us before taking a long swig from his whiskey glass. I followed suit and enjoyed the smoky burn that did little to soothe my nerves.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his eyes locking in on mine. “Tucker. You did it. You fucking did it,” he whispered, seemingly unashamed of his emotional display.

I nodded, the same emotion welling up inside me when I remembered the ending of my first novel. So many love stories begin with the girl who got away. Mine wasn’t any different. Not only in my novel, but in real life as well. Ava Banks was, and always would be, that girl for me. But, instead of slipping through my fingers, she’d made the conscious decision to leave. And, like most dumbass men, I’d let her. Hell, I’d pushed her away. I’d regretted it ever since.

But, now, I was hoping like hell I could get the second chance Trevor did. Hoping like hell my story would turn out differently than his. But, either way, I was putting myself out there, as terrifying as that was. She finally, finally would hear the words I couldn’t say all those years ago.

Now, I just had to wait to see what she’d do about it.

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Wordless, that’s how I am!!!! What an amazing and PERFECT journey!!!!

I know I’ve already said this very recently but what can I do when the most perfect and what became part of my TOP, best books of this year (immediately on my all time favs list) landed on my e-reader the same month?! Be freakin’ over the moon, floating on cloud nine, that’s what I am!
Tessa Teevan outdid herself and created the most perfect second chance Romance! Word I couldn’t say is undoubtably one of my top three All Time Favs in the trope and such an epic love story, that I will no soon forget, or better yet, EVER! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

 

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Tessa Teevan is a twenty-something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. Bengals, Buckeyes, Reds are who she spends her time rooting for. She’s a research analyst by day, reads/writes by night, and is married to a guy 15 inches taller than her, making them quite the pair! They currently reside just outside of Dayton, OH with two adorably grumpy cats. 

If she’s not writing or scouring through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find her curled up with her Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world. She loves her sports almost as much as she loves her books. Her other obsessions include red wine, hot men, rock music, and all things Corey Taylor. 

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First loves don’t last. Especially one as unlikely and turbulent as Elodie and Caspian’s.

It’s been years since she’s seen the rough rebel she fell in love with as a teen. She’s put him behind her and moved on. That’s the story she tries to sell her friends and family, but deep down, she knows it’s a lie. She hasn’t moved on from Caspian Cruz and she probably never will, but she has to finally give up hope they’ll ever reunite.

Or does she?

When her friends drag her to a sold-out rock concert, she comes face to face with the lead singer . . . who just so happens to be the boy she fell for all those years ago.

She never thought she’d see him again. She never realized he’d made it in the music world. And she never expected him to confess that he’s been waiting for her as long as she’s been waiting for him.

What will happen when their worlds collide again? A repeat of the past or a second chance to get things right?



ROCK HARD is a short and sexy read, chock-full of excessive sweetness and heaps of filthy talking. Not for the faint or square of heart.

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My music was an extension of my soul—the tone of it a reflection of my mood. But the heart of it was him. It always had been, and I guessed it always would be.

    I was playing to a sold-out audience at one of the large theaters in Los Angeles, but at the last minute, I had changed my line-up of songs for the night. Instead of the softer fare of nocturnes and lullabies I’d planned on, I’d exchanged Chopin’s and Mozart’s most eloquent pieces for Tchaikovsky’s and Beethoven’s most heartbreaking composures. I couldn’t play light songs when my heart felt heavy. I couldn’t give the audience beautiful pieces when my world felt forlorn.

   I couldn’t play his song to an audience who wouldn’t understand.

   The last few haunting chords of Medtner’s “Night Wind Sonata” were echoing through the auditorium when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Chills spilled down my spine, puddling in my feet as I focused on hitting the last notes.

   The crowd’s applause exploded through the room as the final note reverberated around me. Usually I slid from the bench a few moments later, took a bow, and whisked off the stage. Tonight I felt glued to the bench, my fingers stuck to the keys.

   That strange sensation abated just enough so that I could move again, though just barely. Pulling my shaking hands off of the keys, I forced myself to rise from the bench. The audience was still applauding, starting to rise to their feet as I attempted the same.

   I’d been playing to crowds since I was six—I’d been performing to sold-out crowds around the country for the past few years—but never had I felt like this before. Trying to collect myself as I moved to the front of the stage, I concentrated on holding my composure when I’d never felt less composed. Shaking hands, wobbly legs, pit in my stomach, shivers down my spine . . . I’d experienced this kind of sensation before, but never in this kind of context.    

   I’d felt it the first time I looked at him and he looked back. The first time he’d reached for my hand and tied his fingers through mine. The first time he’d kissed me, that time after piano practice. I’d felt it a million other times, but I’d only felt it with him.

   As I took my bow—the pitch of the applause increasing as I did so—I just noticed a figure drifting out of one of the rows and moving up the aisle toward the back of the theatre. It was a man’s frame moving in an achingly familiar way.

   By the time I’d lifted out of my bow to see the crowd again, he was gone. A conjuring of my imagination. The ghost that followed me wherever I went.

   As I left the stage, I reminded myself he was gone.

 
 
 

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Rock Hard was the sweetest, most heart warming rock star/musician romance I’ve EVER read!!!

True, this is a genre a don’t venture very often given my personal pet peeves, and specially the renown and usual groupie drama attached to the trope, but this sugary sweet smutty story had nothing of those! 

What it did have was one smoking HOT, swoon-worthy hero, Caspian! Sigh…

Caspian and Elodie have been in love with one another since they were teenagers, so when after two years of dating they were broken apart by her parents, and Elodie thought she had lost her heart forever.

Caspian. The first boy I’d ever loved. The only one I ever really had. The one who had promised me forever, only to make me realize forever was for storybook people, not real ones.

What she didn’t know was that her life was indeed storybook like, because not once, not even for a minute, did Caspian let go of her, and time and space meant nothing because she was always on his mind. She was is lifeline, his everything…

“You,” he whispered with conviction, his steps echoing around me as he moved closer. “All I want is you.”

Eight years passed, and just when she least thought possible, her life and heart rebooted, because right in from of her, as a rock star in a crowed concert was her First Love, Caspian Cruz. 

“So I made a promise to myself to not approach you until I’d made something of myself. Until I’d become a man worthy of a person as beautiful and talented and perfect as you are. Until I made myself worthy of your love.”

“Caspian Cruz.” I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his eyes. “You have always been worthy of me and my love.”

Of course that very fast all the misconceptions were cleared and they fast realized that they were still just as much in love and devoted to one another now as they were eight years prior.  

Caspian had always been like a drug to me, an addiction I could never recover from, even after almost a decade of being sober. He swam in my veins. He stirred my very being.

“Because I might want every part of you there is to have, angel, but right now, only one part is on my mind—the one part of you I’ve never had. I want to have it so I can know I’ve had every part of you. So I can say I’ve loved every part of you.”

Actually, if anything, their love shone even brighter now, because their repressed sexual craving (LOL) took it a whole new level, now that they were adults! 

Caspian was already the perfect romance hero, with his immeasurable devotion to Elodie, but that extra dirty mouthed talk of his… Lordy… Not even Elodie was prepared – not that she was angelic in between the sheets – specially considering their equal inexperience on that regard. 

“No, this isn’t making love wet. This is hard, rough fucking wet, sweet angel.” His mouth lowered to my ear, nipping at my lobe. “Is that what you want? Is that how you want me to take you?”

I sure as hell loved every second of it! And it more than guaranteed Caspian a place on my best book boyfriend list – and the main reason for my five star rating -, because equal parts sweet, devoted, loving and panty-melting is something we don’t see in romance these days. And that is exactly what Kat Austen gave us, once again, in the most perfect and unusual – least for me, at least – of settings. I can’t wait for her next super sweet, sizzling hot, smutty read! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“After all of this time, after everything, do you still want me? Do you still want a forever with me?”
I wasn’t crying. Sobbing was a more accurate word. “I want forever and then some with you, Caspian Cruz.”

Every part of me loved every part of him. Every piece of me belonged with every piece of him. I was meant to share my life with him, and he was made to share his life with me.

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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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WANTING MY STEPSISTER

Author: Alexa Riley

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Release Date: November 15, 2016

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Synopsis

Libby Moore is trying to figure out what to do with her life. She has graduated high school, but there’s only one thing she’s ever truly wanted in life…the one thing she can’t have…her stepbrother, Jasper.

Jasper Lewis tried to get away from the one person he shouldn’t want. But moving only a couple of miles away was a pitiful effort, and he’s tired of resisting what he wants. He’s coming back to claim what’s been his since day one, no matter what the consequences.

This taboo love is so dirty, so wrong, and your lady business is gonna thank you!

Warning: It’s okay if you like it, because this is a judgment-free zone. But these two are about to get it on like their dad may walk in at any moment. Enjoy!!

 
 

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NOBODY does a taboo smutty and sweet story like these two ladies! It was freaking PERFECT!!!

Libby was just sweet as one of her pies, and Jasper was absolutely swoon-worthy alpha. They have loved each other since they first laid eyes on one another when they were teenagers, and never once did did that that sweet and amazing love fade. It just kept growing and growing until  they couldn’t hide it anymore, as much as they tried. Of course they hid it so well the object of their devotion, thought their feelings and their love were unrequited, but once the cat got out of the bag (with a little push from their parents), there was no stopping them, or the explosion of sweet and sexy, OTT HOT times that they provided us, and boy, for two virgins, they sure gave us some fanning-ourselves, scorching burning-sheets moments. So, beware!!! LOL

I adored this taboo story so very much, and for me it was pure and classic Alexa Riley at their best. Like I’ve said, absolutely perfect!!!  <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“I told you I’d always come for you Libby. I’ll always chase you down and bring you home. This time it’s to the place where you should have been long ago. You’re mine and I’m yours.

“This is my first time, too, Libby. I just wanted you to know that. I waited for you, for everything, my first everything, and if it wasn’t you, it wasn’t anyone for me.”

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About the Author


Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.

They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!

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Homeschooled and under the stifling grip of an overprotective father, Talia Fielding’s life is pretty miserable. Playing her beloved ukulele and writing songs is as close as she comes to having fun. But that all changes on the night of her eighteenth birthday. She’s invited to her first party where she learns two things: girls can be very, very mean and Griffin Stanford kisses better than any fantasy she’s ever had.

To most of his friends, Griffin Stanford is the handsome football star. However, under those good looks lies the heart of a geek. His passion for numbers has ensured him a life changing job straight out of college. The contract he’s signed has him boarding a plane to halfway around the world the morning after he meets the girl of his dreams.

The obsessive draw Griffin feels toward Talia has him questioning his life’s choices. One night, one kiss and Griffin knows this may be his one and only chance to capture the perfect girl… How can he stop her from slipping through his fingers when the world seems determined to keep these two virgins apart?

Author Note: These two fall in love instantly. If you’re looking for a filthy fantasy fix complete with a Dani-style dirty talking hero topped with heaping helpings of swoony romance, you’re in the right place. This is a standalone novella, with Kindle melting heat, safe, no cheating and filled with virgins who magically know exactly what they’re doing from the very first kiss.

 

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I’ve lost the power of speech.  She’s wearing that gorgeous little daisy-yellow nightgown dress I sent her a few weeks ago.  The soft light from behind her highlighting every contour and line of her lush body.  A body that will soon be under my tongue and in my hands.
I never dreamed I would see her like this, like she is right now.  But here she is, and it’s glorious.  I can see all her curves, the pink circles of her nipples pressing through and she’s not doing anything to cover herself.  I’ve just won the lotto and a Nobel prize, and whatever trophy they hand out when you come first in life.

“What are you doing opening the door wearing that, baby?”  I’m not sure if I’m raging mad about it or just about as thrilled as any virgin ever was.  My cock is about to snap in half, curved up and around where he can’t escape because my belt is holding his greedy, cum-dripping self in place.  “I mean,” I shake my head and rub my hands over my face trying to reset, “I’m sorry.  You are fucking stunning beyond words, but, baby, what if it wasn’t me?”

As happy as I am to see her, the jealous beast in me lights up, the thought of another man seeing what’s mine has me off my nut.

“I only opened the door after I saw who it was.  I peeked through the peephole first. It’s a sign, I know it is.  I just tried this on for the first time and here you are.  Here you are, I can’t believe it.”  She does this little bunny hop and I don’t miss how her full tits bounce and move with her, making my dick drip into my pants.  I am fairly sure I could watch that little move for the rest of my life and never, ever get tired of it.

Her hands pull at the long tendrils of hair hanging over her shoulders and I realize I haven’t kissed her yet, so I remedy that right away.

My arms pull her to me, sweep up and down her back, up and down the soft fabric that covers her equally soft body, as my lips mount hers.  I kiss her with the force of a man here to finally claim what is his, letting her know I’m here and she’s mine.  After a long kiss, I lean back to drink her in.

“I love that you are wearing this.  It means a lot to me.”  I hook my thumbs into the ruffle around the neckline and trace it up and down, my vision drifting down to where it scoops low, barely covering her ample tits and I want them in my mouth so badly it hurts.

“You must be hungry after your trip.”  Her voice flutters around my head, soft and like a dove, not quite ready to fly away.  Her breath between the words tells me I’m distracting her and I love that.

I bring a hand up to comb my fingers through her hair.  I’ve dreamed of how it would feel for so long.  Silk is like twine compared with its softness.  The black strands fall between my fingers and I’m hypnotized by the sight and feel of it.  It’s so real and I’m so fucking gone.

I taste her lips again with a quick kiss, then put my mouth next to her ear.  “I’m hungry for one thing, and one thing only right now.  That’s you, Wildflower, my mouth between your legs.  I told you, that’s the first thing I want to do to you.  I want to taste your first orgasm.  I want to remember it forever.”

 

 
 
 
 

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PERFECT!!!! 

Yes, that’s the title, but it’s also the best word to describe this book through my eyes! Absolutely PERFECT!

Perfect hero, everything we look for and crave in romance; Perfect heroine, strong, but with an irresistible fragility/vulnerability; perfect setting/plot-line, and perfect development of their relationship, with slow burn, pure sweetness and bombastic chemistry and sexual attraction. Like I said… Perfect!!!

Doesn’t matter, I don’t need oxygen, I need her.

And like it wasn’t already at the max of its potentially, add that they are both waiting for that special person, their one to have their first sexual experience… Wow! Guaranteed win in my mind! 😉 

For me there are no other women and there never will be.

Perfect doesn’t exactly follow Dani Wyatt usual style, because her sweet/loving elements are taken her to a whole level, in place of the normal ratio of sex scenes, but for me that added a completely new and refreshing dimension to their story!! Their back and forth while apart, via mail or phone was absolutely delicious. And worry not, because there’s still plenty of explosive smutty moments to fulfill our pervy cravings!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

That second set of emails may just make me certifiable, or an erotica author, but my dick has a voice too. Because he was just as gone over her as my brain and my heart. 

She does this little bunny hop and I don’t miss how her full tits bounce and move with her making my dick drip cum into my pants.  I am fairly sure, I could watch that little move for the rest of my life and never, ever get tired of it.

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About the Author

 

Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA — any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani’s private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

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She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

 

When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.

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The star player with a troubled past…
Cash Greenwood escaped a difficult past by becoming a star baseball player. Now, one of the major league’s rare double threats, all his effort is thrown into the sport. He’s never had any interest in women, until he meets the one woman who wants nothing to do with him.

The daughter of baseball royalty…
Delilah Gray’s life revolves around numbers, research, and data. She has no time for anything messy like emotions or relationships. Especially not when they come in the sexy guise of a baseball player. She’s seen first-hand the devastation caused by dating a man obsessed with the sport, and that’s one risk she’s not willing to take.

She is one curveball he never saw coming…
But this is one pitch Cash is determined to hit out of the park. Sexual tensions run high and feelings start to develop, but will Delilah ever see that they could have a solid future together? Determined to make her his, she may just prove to be the hardest game of Cash’s life.

WARNING: The Long Ball features an obsessed jock with six-pack abs in tight pants determined to get his girl. If syrupy sweet romance and fiery passions appeal to you, then hold onto your panties because this one may just hit them out of the park.

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“Stop being a whiny bitch, Greenwood! Bottoms up!”

   My best friend and resident troublemaker of the team smacked me on the back. His boisterous laugh and booming voice took up all the space around him. I loved many things about the man, but the thing I loved the most was that in his presence, I became invisible. Since the age of 16 I’ve been recognizable. Once you were a star athlete with a future and the hope of winning a championship, you became a commodity, something shiny. And being simultaneously a slugger and a pitcher was a combination so rare that those with it, like myself, were priceless.  

   It hadn’t taken me long to learn that being invisible keeps you safe.  

   “We have to meet that analytics chick in an hour. I don’t want to reek of alcohol. Coach will kick our asses.” I didn’t like to drink. Most days I can’t even stomach the smell of it, but for the sake of keeping up appearances I usually nursed a glass in my hand and always offered to be the designated driver so no one suspected anything. Rod was really good about covering for me when needed, chugging back the drinks people often bought for me, acting like the cocky best friend he was.  

   “It’s still technically the off-season. Another one won’t hurt.”  

   “Another always hurts, particularly in the form of a hangover the next morning,” I replied.

   “You sound like a dodgy old fuck. Where’s the guy who used to party with me all night long? I want him back.”

   I chuckled, thinking about all the times we’d been in trouble. I prided myself on how well I blended into the crowd and let him take the attention. Rodriguez and I had been buddies since our rookie year. We’d grown up together on this team, cut our teeth on the ins and outs of playing professional ball, but as time passed I found that faking it seemed to exhaust me more and more each day. I was tired of it all, and the only thing that still made me feel something was the game. Everything else was endless noise that passed by with no true meaning or intention. I felt like I was walking in a blur, just waiting for time to pass.  

   “I’m not twenty-one anymore. Coach said any more stunts like that one you pulled at warm-ups and we’re both benched. And you, motherfucker, are not getting me benched.” The idea of sitting out a game was unbearable. Rod and I were thick as thieves, and Coach knew that if anyone could reel him in, it would be me. But what the coach didn’t know was that the idea of losing baseball in any way was like a noose around my neck, tightening until all the oxygen was ripped from me.

    “You’re my wingman, buddy, and ya gotta admit, spiking the water cooler was pretty genius.”

    “And landed us in a shit load of trouble. Frankly, I’m just too old for this shit anymore. Let the rookies have at it. We had our fun.”

   “You make thirty sound like a death sentence. Not for me. When I turn the big 3-0 next year I’m going big. I want my feet in the sand with a drink in my hand and a pussy on each arm. Fuck it, a limo full of pussy. I am gonna get more ass that night than a toilet seat.”

   “Yeah, I bet you do.” I’d never liked how Rodriguez embraced the cliché ball player persona. He played ball hard—out on the field he was a beast. But he partied even harder, a revolving door of girls after every game. I was always up for a few drinks, but the groupies that surrounded Rodriguez always made my stomach turn. It was so obvious they wanted him for his status and money—his staggering salary was very appealing to bunt bunnies. I had absolutely zero interest in them.  

   All the women around ball players didn’t have much to offer, and my life was so messed up that I doubt any woman wanted anything to do with it when she found out. The only kind that would stay would be one that would hope for a staggering payday at the end. I had enough people standing by with their hand out, so I wasn’t interested in a woman who wanted that, too. Besides, I only had a few more years to play this game, and I wasn’t going to squander them for some chick. These women didn’t care about the men. They cared about the limos, the big ticket items the ball players paid for, and the thousand-dollar dinners. Rodriguez made hundreds of millions, just like so many of my buddies, and just like the other ball players, he had no issue living like a king. But that lifestyle didn’t interest me in the least.  

   This life wasn’t for everyone, I wasn’t even sure it was for me sometimes. I rarely liked to go out, and the women did nothing for me. I lived and breathed the game, so much so that I couldn’t imagine what else I would be doing if it wasn’t this. I had one single focus and that was to win the World Series. I had been playing ball for eleven years with the MLB, and that was the only thing that eluded me. I was known as the best player in the entire league and yet I didn’t have that World Series title under my belt. My years left playing ball were dwindling—a ball player was gettin’ some age by thirty—but it was the one dream I hadn’t yet attained.

   “Let’s head over, man. Don’t want to piss off Coach.”

   Rod slammed his shot glass down on the counter, his eyes shining with excitement. “Wanna place bets on how fast I can get up the analytic girl’s skirt?”     

   “You haven’t even seen her yet.” We walked out the doors of the corner bar, afternoon light heating my skin as we walked the short block to the stadium. Today we had a meeting with what would be the new official star analytics firm for the club, before opening day tomorrow. I’d been waiting months for this day, the time between playoffs and opening season always left a pit of dread in my stomach. If I could play twelve months of the year I would.  

   We pushed through the stadium doors and made our way down the dim hallway, headed for the conference room next to the locker room. I nodded at Coach when we walked in and greeted a few of the other guys as the entire team settled on benches around the center of the room.  

   “I don’t want to take up much of your time, so I’ll cut right to the chase.” Coach looked around the room. “A few of you have been fucking off, so we need focus if we’re going to have a good season. I don’t expect miracles, but I do expect you to listen. No more antics. Stay focused. I expect each of you to improve your averages by the end of the season. “

   “Like it or not, stats are down, guys. We need all heads in the game if we’re gonna improve and have a shot at going all the way this year. Delilah Grey from Lionsgate Analytics is here to help us do that.. She’ll be with us—every game, every day—all season. She’ll be sending me the stats throughout the game, and I want you guys tuned in to your averages. Push yourselves every night.”

   He glanced around the room, pausing for a moment on Rod. “And please treat Delilah with respect. She knows we need some help, but she doesn’t need to know you’re all a bunch of animals.” God, I loved Coach. So steady and calm. He was the reason this team was great. Without him we’d all be a bunch of animals on the field.  

   Coach swung open the locker room door and in walked a fucking vision.  I noticed the heels first. Sexy stilettos with leather cutouts that made me want to get down on my knees and slip them off her feet one at a time. My eyes devoured her creamy, toned calves, and not even the conservative pencil skirt could hide the full curves of her hips.  

   “Jesus,”

    Rod said under his breath.

    I nudged him, for the first time in my life irritated by his overt appreciation of a woman. Looking at Delilah, the hairs on my arms stood to attention. As did something else. Damn, she was stunning, I’d never seen a woman so radiant in my entire life. She had dark silky hair cascading down her back in loose curls, so damn soft-looking that my hand itched to brush up against them. I, Cash Greenwood, for the first time in my life had a desire to brush up against a woman’s hair.

   “Hey guys, I’m Delilah Grey.” She nodded, her spine rigid as she leafed through a handful of papers in her arms. “If you could pass these around, I’ll tell you a little about me, then we can chat individually.”

   “Individually?” Rod chimed, his horny grin sending anger racing through my stomach.  

   “Yes, that’s how I prefer to work. Deal with each player’s specific issues before we bring the whole team together.”

   “I’ve only got one issue.” Rod shifted in his seat, his hand brushing over his crotch. My nostrils flared. Why was he such a dick?. At that moment I hated my best friend so much I wanted to pound his face into the ground. The thought made me feel ashamed and idiotic. I knew Rod, he was a joker, more talk than action on most days, but the fact that he was being crass to this woman upset me beyond all reason. I didn’t have an explanation, but I did not enjoy the idea of Rod looking at her like she was a piece of meat. Not one bit.  

   Delilah’s deep chocolate eyes narrowed in a flare of anger for a moment before she turned back to her paperwork. If one paid close attention to her, as I was doing, one could see the patch of red forming on the back of her neck. “I started Lionsgate Analytics nearly three years ago. I want you to be the best players, on and off the field, and excelling in this world isn’t just about home runs and fly balls. It’s also about measuring speed, distance, velocity.” Her eyes flicked over the team again. “I’ll be hanging out at all the games, laptop open and watching just how consistent everyone is, and hopefully it won’t take us long to get an average. Anyone have questions for me?”

   “Yeah, got plans tonight, sweetheart?” That was Rod, and I nearly shoved my fist in his gut for that one. I watched as Delilah’s jaw ticked. She was tough, I could tell. I liked that. I liked that she wouldn’t take anything sitting down. I had had enough of women taking things sitting down, so the fighter in me was drawn to the fire in her.

   “Let me make one other thing clear: if anyone calls me sweetheart, toots, doll, baby, or any other demeaning term of endearment again, I can’t promise you won’t feel my high heel in your balls. I don’t play well with men who act like animals. We’re here for one thing and one thing only—to get this team in shape to win this year. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make an ass out of yourself in the process. Have I made myself clear?”

   Fire blazed through my veins when she spun and exited the very door she’d come from. Well damn, after thirty years I finally found a woman who could make me take notice, make me want to chase. And not only chase, but tie her up and hold her against me, bind her to me in every way possible.

 
 
 

 

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We asked and Aria Cole more than delivered, giving us her first full length novel, in the shape of this deliciously written book, The Long Ball! I know I’ve said this before, but this was is my favorite by the author. What can I do she just keeps getting better and better, and this couple’s story was absolutely amazing, a serious home-run!!!

Cash Greenwood seemed to be, at first glance, every stereotype of successful ball player, which couldn’t be further from the truth (and I adored his little ‘secret curve-ball’), but Delilah, the new stats analyst brought in to help the team, can’t and doesn’t want to look beyond his profession. Too many childhood memories of the destructive behind the scenes of the famous world sport athletes have left her broken and resentful of the lifestyle, therefore not even Cash the time of day. Not even with her body begging her to give in to their sizzling attraction, that is palpable every time their in close proximity.

Fortunately, Cash is not a man to give in at the first (or second or third… LOL) obstacle, and he pursues her relentlessly, with made me love him even more. Swoon-worthy should be his nickname…

“I’ve never loved anything more than I love baseball, but damn you make me want to love you. Delilah, you walk into a room and you’re all I see. In that stadium of 60,000 people, it’s you I see.  When I close my eyes at night, it’s your face I dream of.”

Of course he doesn’t give up easily, how could he, if from the moment he first set his eyes on Delilah, for the first time in his thirty years he wanted someone more than life itself, more then the sport that was his life until then? For the very first time he craved a woman, and he wouldn’t let anything stand in his way from conquering her, and showing her what an amazing life they could have together. Really, who doesn’t want a man like this? And his declarations? Wow… ‘Melting in a puddle on the floor’ inducing, that’s the only way to describe them! And to top it all of – I know, like he wasn’t dreamy enough, lol –  the man had a seriously HOT sex talk!!! Lordy… So, welcome to melts-ville, because if you by then you aren’t melted in the floor with all this sweetness and alpha maleness (which I highly doubt) , when he lets loose his filthy talk, your panties are the ones guaranteed to melt! 😉

“Let them hear you, sweetheart. I want every goddamn man in this hotel to know you’re off limits.  That you are mine, only mine from now and forever.  I want you in the worst way, your scent, your touch, your smile. I want your face to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning.   I want to mark you and I want you to mark me.  This is it Delilah.  This is our forever.  ”

Delilah may have put a good, and justified fight, but really, how could she stand a chance???!!! I did love their sexy banter, which gave for some interesting and funny moments, and did Rod, even with his playboy manners, but the couple and their story really was the focus of the book. The length allowed here for the characters and their storyline to be given a more in depth and developed view on their thoughts and feelings, which made the storyline that much richer.

Delilah really proved to be a very strong and realistic female character, and I loved her strong spirit, and of course she ended up losing that battle, but gaining SO much more, because honestly, NO woman can resist all these attributes in one single man, specially when he comes in such an enticing, drool-worthy package?! I know I couldn’t, hence the 5 stars rating, because this one is one I won’t soon forget. Cash Greenwood stands for ‘Dream Man’ from now on for me!<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“Loving you is everything, Delilah.  You once told me that I wanted you because you played hard to get.  But you baby, you don’t play hard to get, you play hard to forget.  I am yours, I was yours yesterday, I am yours today and it won’t matter if you want me or not sweetheart, because Ii will be yours tomorrow and for every other day that I take a breath.  You are it, the missing piece, my perfect half.  Without you , I am nothing, I have nothing.”

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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.

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: THE LONG BALL by Aria Cole

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The star player with a troubled past…
Cash Greenwood escaped a difficult past by becoming a star baseball player. Now, one of the major league’s rare double threats, all his effort is thrown into the sport. He’s never had any interest in women, until he meets the one woman who wants nothing to do with him.

The daughter of baseball royalty…
Delilah Gray’s life revolves around numbers, research, and data. She has no time for anything messy like emotions or relationships. Especially not when they come in the sexy guise of a baseball player. She’s seen first-hand the devastation caused by dating a man obsessed with the sport, and that’s one risk she’s not willing to take.

She is one curveball he never saw coming…
But this is one pitch Cash is determined to hit out of the park. Sexual tensions run high and feelings start to develop, but will Delilah ever see that they could have a solid future together? Determined to make her his, she may just prove to be the hardest game of Cash’s life.

WARNING: The Long Ball features an obsessed jock with six-pack abs in tight pants determined to get his girl. If syrupy sweet romance and fiery passions appeal to you, then hold onto your panties because this one may just hit them out of the park.

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    “So I fisted her ass in both my hands, slammed her against my front door, and right there in the hallway, man, her hands go for my di—”

    “Hey, boys,” I chimed in just before one of the players went into a graphic story about his latest sexual conquest.  I rolled my eyes at Cash across the room, propped on a bench in the corner observing everyone.

   “Ms. Grey.” The players’ eyes roamed up and down my body, sending a painful shiver through me. Baseball players are douchebags. I never thought I’d find myself here, behind the scenes and working with these rowdy, testosterone-injected jocks. But the coach was an old family friend and I couldn’t exactly say no, and for a former ball player he was a decent guy—married since he was twenty-one to a wife he adored—he kept his nose clean and was never known for any destructive behavior. I only wished that the other ball players in my life were like him.  

   “Prepared to play the best game of your lives tonight?” I stopped, nailing them with my eyes so they knew I meant business.  

   “Sure thing, hot stuff.” The player winked. I groaned inwardly just as my eyes landed on a soft, sympathetic gaze caressing mine.  

   “Show the woman some respect, asshole.” Cash socked him in the shoulder, then turned. His eyes nailed mine, and I felt my lungs empty like rapidly deflating balloons. I still didn’t know how I managed to keep my wits about me yesterday. Then last night while in bed, his dancing dark brown eyes and his cocky mouth ran through my head, the image so vivid that for a few moments I thought I could reach out and touch him.  

   The things Cash Greenwood made me feel didn’t at all sit well with me. He was arrogant, conceited, and without a doubt a total manwhore, just like all the other players on the team. I remembered the headlines when his buddy Rodriguez had been caught getting lucky with a fan in the locker room a few years ago. That was a shitstorm, and so was he. And considering they say like attracts like, I was pretty sure Cash enjoyed the same excesses. He was just lucky that his escapades were yet to be caught on camera.

   “Mornin’.” Cash’s body pressed up against mine, his fingers trailing across the skin at my wrist like a kiss. His kiss. What would Cash’s kisses feel like? I could just imagine my fingers tracking along that rugged jawline, his broad palms splayed across my back when he pressed his lips to mine. I quickly snapped out of my reverie.

   “All right, Ms. Grey?” Cash breathed against my neck and sent an explosion of flames through every last nerve ending I possessed. His breath was warm and tempting, almost intoxicating in its allure. “

   I’m fine, thank you.” I swallowed, taking a single step back and averting my eyes from his. “And good morning, Mr. Greenwood.”

   “Enjoy the game? ” His lips hovered just inches from mine, close enough to send waves of arousal pounding through my blood.  

   “I told you, I don’t like—”

   “I know, I know, but I’m hoping I can change your mind about that.”

   “Doubt it. I’ve spent too many hours of my life in the dugout. I know what to expect, and it’s not for me.”

   “Spent a lot of time in the dugout, huh?” He tipped his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he worked over my words.  

   “Grew up in one.” He arched an eyebrow. “So…you must have someone in the family who played ball?”     

   “Maybe.” I grinned, turning on my heel and retreating down the long hall that led to the field. I hadn’t meant to reveal that bit of information about growing up in a ball field, but that doesn’t mean I had to reveal anything else. I never told anyone about my childhood. The chaos that surrounded it was already too much for me to bear. I wasn’t interested in rehashing any of it.

 
 
 

 

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We asked and Aria Cole more than delivered, giving us her first full length novel, in the shape of this deliciously written book, The Long Ball! I know I’ve said this before, but this was is my favorite by the author. What can I do she just keeps getting better and better, and this couple’s story was absolutely amazing, a serious home-run!!!

Cash Greenwood seemed to be, at first glance, every stereotype of successful ball player, which couldn’t be further from the truth (and I adored his little ‘secret curve-ball’), but Delilah, the new stats analyst brought in to help the team, can’t and doesn’t want to look beyond his profession. Too many childhood memories of the destructive behind the scenes of the famous world sport athletes have left her broken and resentful of the lifestyle, therefore not even Cash the time of day. Not even with her body begging her to give in to their sizzling attraction, that is palpable every time their in close proximity.

Fortunately, Cash is not a man to give in at the first (or second or third… LOL) obstacle, and he pursues her relentlessly, with made me love him even more. Swoon-worthy should be his nickname…

“I’ve never loved anything more than I love baseball, but damn you make me want to love you. Delilah, you walk into a room and you’re all I see. In that stadium of 60,000 people, it’s you I see.  When I close my eyes at night, it’s your face I dream of.”

Of course he doesn’t give up easily, how could he, if from the moment he first set his eyes on Delilah, for the first time in his thirty years he wanted someone more than life itself, more then the sport that was his life until then? For the very first time he craved a woman, and he wouldn’t let anything stand in his way from conquering her, and showing her what an amazing life they could have together. Really, who doesn’t want a man like this? And his declarations? Wow… ‘Melting in a puddle on the floor’ inducing, that’s the only way to describe them! And to top it all of – I know, like he wasn’t dreamy enough, lol –  the man had a seriously HOT sex talk!!! Lordy… So, welcome to melts-ville, because if you by then you aren’t melted in the floor with all this sweetness and alpha maleness (which I highly doubt) , when he lets loose his filthy talk, your panties are the ones guaranteed to melt! 😉

“Let them hear you, sweetheart. I want every goddamn man in this hotel to know you’re off limits.  That you are mine, only mine from now and forever.  I want you in the worst way, your scent, your touch, your smile. I want your face to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning.   I want to mark you and I want you to mark me.  This is it Delilah.  This is our forever.  ”

Delilah may have put a good, and justified fight, but really, how could she stand a chance???!!! I did love their sexy banter, which gave for some interesting and funny moments, and did Rod, even with his playboy manners, but the couple and their story really was the focus of the book. The length allowed here for the characters and their storyline to be given a more in depth and developed view on their thoughts and feelings, which made the storyline that much richer.

Delilah really proved to be a very strong and realistic female character, and I loved her strong spirit, and of course she ended up losing that battle, but gaining SO much more, because honestly, NO woman can resist all these attributes in one single man, specially when he comes in such an enticing, drool-worthy package?! I know I couldn’t, hence the 5 stars rating, because this one is one I won’t soon forget. Cash Greenwood stands for ‘Dream Man’ from now on for me!<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“Loving you is everything, Delilah.  You once told me that I wanted you because you played hard to get.  But you baby, you don’t play hard to get, you play hard to forget.  I am yours, I was yours yesterday, I am yours today and it won’t matter if you want me or not sweetheart, because Ii will be yours tomorrow and for every other day that I take a breath.  You are it, the missing piece, my perfect half.  Without you , I am nothing, I have nothing.”

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

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About the Author

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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.

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: REPENT by Ella Blaire

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Author: Ella Blair

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: October 1, 2016

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Synopsis

Temptation is the first of sins.
Look at Adam and Eve for example.

Aria Wallace has been dealt a bad hand in life and to make up for her lack of money she finds herself working for Mobile Madam X. She becomes enamored by a man that calls himself the “Father”.

Father is a filthy, dirty man that gets her off like no other. Never in a million years did she think she’d come face to face with him. When Aria finds out that the Father is no other than the priest at her Sunday mass, things get hot.

Deliverance is out of reach. It’s time to repent.

WARNING: This is a total taboo, short, quick, and fire hot book. Extra panties may be needed.

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Oh, Lordy…
This was some seriously kinky read!!! Super taboo (first time I read this trope in all my Smutty literary travels, lol) but handled without much drama, and executed perfectly. For some more sensitive readers the religious aspect may bother you, but this is fictional smut, so to me, personally, the priest situation didn’t bother me at all. Actually I think it’s something that can happen a lot these, the questioning of our vocation/call.
Ok, now we’re getting to seriously for this smutty, short and über kinky read!!! LOL
Repent is completely safe, and (SPOILER AHEAD) both MCs being virgin, so each other’s one and only, (SPOILER END), doesn’t get much safer than that. 😉
It’s a delicious naughty book, not for the faint of heart, so if you intent to read it – if you’re as Percy as I, I’m sure you will – be prepared for some scorching hot sexcapades, in the most forbidden of places, a huge amount of dirty talk (who knew a priest could have such a filthy mouth on him?!), and a beautiful HEA!

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Two bestselling authors who have come together under pen to push the limits on romance.

 

 

 

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