RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: DIRTY MOTHER (Uncertain Saint’s MC #5) by Lani Lynn Vale

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DIRTY MOTHER
 

Series: The Uncertain Saints MC #5

Author: Lani Lynn Vale 

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: November 3, 2016

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Synopsis

The thing about hitting rock bottom…

Ridley doesn’t think he has anything left to lose, not after the life he’s lived. Then he meets her, Freya Capone, the nurse who saves his life when the last thing he wants is to be saved.

One look at her, and he’s transfixed.

He doesn’t know what drives him to run by her house that night. Intuition. Sixth sense. Whatever it is, his gut screams at him to go, so he goes.

And thank God he does.

There isn’t any farther you can fall…

Freya hits bottom after her brother’s death. Her rock. Her best friend. Her everything. Gone.

She always knew it was a possibility that he might get hurt while on shift, but she never entertains the thought of him dying. Not until it’s too late.

She literally has nothing else to lose. Until she meets him. Ridley Walker. A biker with The Uncertain Saints MC and a local sheriff’s deputy.

The man responsible for taking away her best friend.

But at least you have a solid foundation to build upon…

The last thing Freya wants is to fall in love with the man responsible for her brother’s death. She doesn’t want to care that he is nearly killed. She doesn’t want to have anything to do with him.

Excerpt

I listened, wondering where everyone was, when I came to the final hallway that led to the gym.
 
I came to an abrupt halt when I saw three women crowded around a door, all of them looking in on what was going on on the other side.
 
“Uhhh,” I said. “What are y’all doing?”
 
None of them turned, but Lenore, Griffin’s wife, waved me over.
 
“Come here and see,” she said, holding out her hand for me.
 
I came, taking her hand, and peered over her shoulder.
 
My mouth dropped open as I got my first good look at the men in the gym.
 
No, the fact that nearly all of them were shirtless wasn’t the reason for the flabbergasted look on my face.
 
Nor was the fact that they all had so much weight on their bars or in their hands
 
No, it was the fact that nearly all of them were dancing.
 
To Sexy Back.
 
Griffin squatted to the beat of the music while Mig did some sort of shimmy with his hips as he did pushups on the ground.
 
The only one not dancing, out of the whole bunch, was Core, who was busy taping the entire thing from the corner of the room, unbeknownst to everyone else.
 
Had they known, they probably would’ve been kicking his ass.
 
But they didn’t know.
 
They just continued on with what they were doing, oblivious to their audience.
 
Then Pony came on, and I groaned right along with the rest of the ladies.
 
It was like Magic Mike, but better.
 
Much, much better.
 
Ridley took center stage then, jumping up on the blocks that the men used to do vertical jumps up onto, where he then proceeded to do some raunchy move with his hips that had me all hot and bothered in a matter of seconds.
 
A big, bad, tattooed biker that had the power to undo me.
 
“Oh, boy,” Tasha said. “Would you look at that?”
 
I tore my eyes away from my man to follow where she was pointing, and I started to laugh.
 
Casten was dipping down low, twisting and bouncing as he curled huge weights that were at least the size of half my body.
 
That went on like that for four long minutes, and by the time they were finished and laughing, I was fanning myself.
 
“I think we’re going to be a little late,” I mentioned to the ladies. “I’m needing some…attention.”
 
Annie, Mig’s woman, tossed me a look over her shoulder that clearly said I wasn’t the only one.
 
Taking that as my cue, I pushed through the doors.
 
“I need some time!” I announced to the group as a whole.
 
All eyes turned to me, but it was my man who was still bouncing on the balls of his feet, all hot and sweaty, his hair and beard slightly damp with his sweat, that had my full attention.
 
I started to fan myself almost reflexively, and he read me and my needs almost immediately.
 
He hopped down, walking towards me with a purposeful spring in his step.
 
He didn’t even bother to speak to me, only bent down slightly once he’d reached me, captured me just under the ass, and carried me out of the room.

 

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After the little teaser we got into Ridley’s character on Bad Apple I’ve been counting down the days to get my hands on his story, and I not the least bit disappointed because Ridley was everything that Lani Lynn Vale showed us in that book and more.

Going in, and as the blurb hinted, both main characters, Ridley and Freya, have suffered great losses amongst their loved ones.

For Freya, the recent loss was the last drop, because she didn’t only lose her brother, Corey Capone, but her best friend, her pilar – and in reality she doesn’t blame on Ridley or Kit – , and now she finds herself in a pit of desperate, lonely and hopelessness. Her character is, for me, beautifully written. I felt her despair, her anguish, and I cried with her. I loved her vulnerability and apparently fragility, but I wished she had a stronger backbone – yes, I’ve been spoiled by the usual LLV’s kickass heroines, LOL – and stood more for herself, even though I understood her reasoning and the explanation she gives Ridley for that, I wanted more from and for her, and Lani gives us a bit of that close to the end ( I don’t want to spoil anything but it really was a ‘Holy F@ck’ moment, and I freakin’ loved it! ).

Ridley has been alone ever since his wife’s death five years prior. And in this lies my hang up ( besides the previously mentioned wish on her personality), because death wife trope is one of my least favorites tropes, specially if he considered her to be the love of his life, and in the very beginning Ridley did mention something along those lines, as did he refer to Aerie sometimes all throughout the story. Like I said, this is a personal pet peeve of mine, and will always be, but I wished that the references were much rare in appearance, and that I didn’t feel he was still hung up, even if no longer truly in love with her. That is my wishful thinking, of course, LOL, because nonetheless, from the very first moment he meet Freya, a connection was immediately established and palpable, from that I have no doubt. If we didn’t consider his past – even though we know everyone has one – he was the perfect book boyfriend. Alpha to the core, he was an amazing hero, loyal, protective, caring and loving, and Freya was one lucky girl!

She looked completely oblivious to the world around her.
She was also the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.

All it took was one look and an inexplicable and surprising  – even to himself – wave of protectiveness overtook him, and from that point on, we feel, like he did, that he needs to take care of her, that she needs him. And he needed that himself, just as badly.

Freya was beautiful, yes.
 She was honest, playful…and most of all, she needed me.
And I wanted to be needed.

I wanted someone to take care of, someone who would give me the same in return.
 And the more I spoke with Freya, the more I realized just how much I wanted that someone to be her.
 All of her.

Their relationship slowly – given his undercover situation, result of the side plot – develops into something more, as we expected from the very beginning, and we really feel how important Freya is to him, and how, slowly, she took hold of his heart, healing him while he simultaneously was healing her. By the end we have no doubt that Freya is the love of his life, like he is hers.

Lani Lynn Vale gave us a truly beautiful story of healing, and proved yet again what an extraordinary author and story teller she is, because even considering my personal hang up, I couldn’t put it down as soon as it landed on my kindle, and never once stopped for any reason related to the story. And that is why she is one of my all time favorite authors, and one of the few I loyally and restlessly stalk for each release. I’m already counting the days for Rusty Nail, because I’ve been itching for Wolf’s story even since the Code 11 – KPD SWAT Series.

 
And I never felt so much happiness and love in my life. 

 ARC kindly provided by the author via Enticing Book Journey Promotions in exchange for an honest review

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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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BLOG/SALES BLITZ: ARCHER’S VOICE by Mia Sheridan

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Author: Mia Sheridan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 25th, 2014

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A New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling book

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INCLUDING EXCLUSIVE ALL-NEW BONUS SCENE FROM ARCHER’S POV!

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“5 stars!!! Read this book, guys!! Archer’s Voice was one of the most heartwarming and uniquely beautiful stories I have ever read.  Mia Sheridan’s ability to convey strong emotions and vivid imagery through her writing is absolutely captivating.  This was a gorgeous tale of survival and the healing power of love.  I strongly encourage everyone to read it!!  Without a doubt, it is now one of my top-favorite books!” –Aestas’ Book Blog

“5 stars! Flawlessly and poignantly written, Bree and Archer’s heart-wrenching but truly beautiful love story touched my heart in so many exquisite ways, I felt ruined at the end of it…. In a world that celebrates ‘bad boys’ and their antics, Archer Hale stands as a God among men.” –Natasha is a Book Junkie

“5 stars! Best book of the year…. From intense sweetness to intense hurt and jealousy to sorrow and heartache (and not necessarily in that order), this story has it all.  And this author does it right!” –Maryse’s Book Blog

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Synopsis

A New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling book. Archer’s Voice is a full-length, standalone romance.

When Bree Prescott arrives in the sleepy, lakeside town of Pelion, Maine, she hopes against hope that this is the place where she will finally find the peace she so desperately seeks. On her first day there, her life collides with Archer Hale, an isolated man who holds a secret agony of his own. A man no one else sees.

Archer’s Voice is the story of a woman chained to the memory of one horrifying night and the man whose love is the key to her freedom. It is the story of a silent man who lives with an excruciating wound and the woman who helps him find his voice. It is the story of suffering, fate, and the transformative power of love.

THIS IS A STANDALONE SIGN OF LOVE NOVEL, INSPIRED BY SAGITTARIUS. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

About the Author

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Mia Sheridan is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her passion is weaving true love stories about people destined to be together. Mia lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband. They have four children here on earth and one in heaven.

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COVER REVEAL: TORCH (The Devils Souls MC #1) by LeAnn Ashers

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TORCH

Series: The Devils Souls MC #1

Author: LeAnn Ashers

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: December 8, 2016

Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

 

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One moment, one ordinary day changed my life and led me to my forever.

Three guys tried to kidnap me.

One man saved me.

I was beyond scared. Being blind, I was already terrified of my every move, the unknown frightening.

His name is Torch. Once he decided I was his, he didn’t let me go. Torch became everything to me: my protector, my safe haven, my husband, lover, and most of all, the father to my babies. He made me see that I didn’t have to be afraid of my every step, because he would always be there to catch me before I fell.

Torch is the Vice President of the Devils Souls MC. The men are violent and scary, but I learned to trust them, because above everything else, their women are protected. They became my family. My only family.

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About the Author

LeAnn Asher’s is a blogger turned author who spends her days reading and writing She released her debut novel early 2016, and can’t wait to where this new adventure takes her. LeAnn writes about strong minded females and strong protective males who love their women unconditionally.

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: VINES (A Killers Novel # 1) by Brynne Asher

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VINES

Series: A Killers Novel #1

Author: Brynne Asher

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 1st, 2016

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In the Virginia countryside outside of Washington, DC, Addy Wentworth was on a mission to make a new life for herself. When the opportunity arose, she settled in horse and wine country. Experiencing more than her fair share of tragedy and loss, she had plans for her future, one where failure wasn’t an option. And not just because people and cows were counting on her. She’d poured everything she had into her struggling vineyard, because once she’s in, she’s all in.

After giving himself wholly to the job for ten years, Crew Vega was done. He’d fulfilled his commitment, done his duty, gone above and beyond to settle the score. And the score was high. All he had to do was train his replacements and he’d be out for good.

He had a plan, one that didn’t include getting involved with his new neighbor, a woman who not only kept cows for pets, but treasured her employees as family, and understood him better than anyone ever had before. But when he learned a high level CIA target being investigated for treason was keeping tabs on her?

No, he never planned on that.

And like everything Crew Vega did in life, when he goes in, he’s all in.

Warning: I’m a devout member of the mama club and don’t want to get kicked out by angry mamas. If you aren’t eighteen, turn around, go drink your milk and eat your veggies, it’s good for your bones. And go to bed early, you’re still growing, your body needs sleep. And don’t text and drive. And be nice, sit with the kid who sits alone at lunch. And read a PG-13 book, it’s good for your brain. And go tell your mama you love her. Chop-chop, run along now. I’ll see you back when you’re eligible to vote.

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BLOWN AWAY!!! That’s how this book made me feel, and that’s how I expect you to be after reading it. Completely blown away with Vines!

It had been some time since Brynne Asher has released a book – if you haven’t yet read her Carpino Series, you MUST!!! – but I had not forgotten what an incredible writer she is, and this book only reinforced it in a way that I will never forget. What an incredible story!

Vines is the first installment of Brynne Asher’s new series, Killers, and what an beginning it is! It gets you hooked from the very prologue, and Crew and Addy’s story is the perfect intro to what it’s looking up to be an extraordinary series.

Crew Vega, a recently retired ‘Soldier of Fortune’ has spent the last ten years of his life on the dark, in every possible way. After all this time he thinks he will find the peace and quiet he needs in a remote enough place, which will allow him to train the next generation of professional assassins/killers.

Of course all his well planned solitude goes down the drain when a stubborn and charismatic cow – yes, you read correctly and I promise you will love these cows’ role and participation on the plot, lol – decides to cross his fence as if it’s her right, much to her owner’s aggravation, and brings Addy to his path.

Addy Wentworth has been living for the last year and a half, a peaceful and successful life as a vineyard and country business owner. She made a huge bet when she decide to acquire the struggling business, but due to her hard work and full dedication she succeeded and is recognized for it. So control and profound reasoning and pondering have always been ingrained in her, until Harry – her cow – decides to take a tour, and ends up inforcing her meeting of her new, dark and handsome, neighbor.

  A simple enough situation that will end up changing their life forever, because even after only a couple of words exchanged, their physical reaction to one another it’s impossible to deny. 

A smirk spreads across his scruffy face, and as if out of nowhere, a dimple appears.  Smack dab on his left cheek.  A dimple.  Proof there’s soft under the sharp.  Hell if that dimple isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, even if it is covered in scruff, sweat, dirt, and hidden under a sharp toughness.

Damn if I don’t feel that in my dick at the same time my chest seizes.  When the muscles ripple up my back, I have to clench my jaw to overcome it.  This strange sensation is foreign, something I’ve never experienced.  I can appreciate a hot woman, but my entire body seizing?  I’m fighting the urge to charge across the room to get her away from him, when I don’t even know why he’s here.

They are both caught of guard with their bodies and minds reaction to each other, because never before in their life someone caused any of these feelings in them. It’s all so new and so foreign that even though they don’t understand them, and after the initial shock, they are curious and expectant to where it will lead them.

With Addison at my side, I find myself wanting nothing more than to fall into some sort of normal with her.  I’ve never had normal, whatever that is.

I absolutely ADORED both main characters, and yes, Crew may have made me melt on more than one occasion, but come on, I’m only a hot blooded female, how could I not?! 

This time I kiss her slow.  She tastes and feels like she did earlier—perfect—but salty from her tears.

He was so enchanted with Addy, and that just made him even more captivating for me. Anyone could see their attraction. With that sizzling magnetism, how could they not? There was no hiding there!

It’s easy to see she can dish back your shit but still be all woman for you to enjoy, protect, and love on.  You put that together with being targeted by old KGB, there’s no hope.  You’re a fuckin’ goner.”

And come on, anyone could see it in him, and even with the teasing, he was not one bit ashamed by it and that had me sighing. Even during a tease he managed to come around and make the situation HOT!!! Lordy, the mouth on this man!

“Trust me, Grady.” I turn to him one last time before leaving.  “There’s nothing soft on me when it comes to Addison Wentworth.”

Crew really was the PERFECT damaged hero. He never thought he had a change of something so good as Addison, so when they start getting involved we can really feel his care and affection for her. Like she is the most precious thing in the world for him.

“Never wanted something so much.  Can’t stay away from you, can’t even get you out of my head.  I’ve never had a shot at anything good, let alone someone like you.”

He sees her as his reward after his life of barely surviving, lonely and mechanic existence, and he says and shows it to her over and over. Really, completely swoon-worthy, unforgettable hero! Directly to my top ten list of ‘all time best-book-boyfriends’!

“You’re what I get.  After ten years of doin’ what I needed to do, I settle next door to you.”

“Worth every minute of ten years.  Never thought I’d say this, but I’d do it all again if I knew you were waiting for me at the end.”

Don’t get me wrong, Addy was just as incredible, and given her secretive past, she has proven to be a strong and resistant female character beyond belief! No wonder Crew fell for her the way he did! And she was one of the best heroines I have had the pleasure of reading. The way she made me connect with her and feel what she felt really was a testament of the author’s incredible writing talented. Through her eyes, Crew was even more captivating, and I didn’t think that was possible!

For some reason, I can’t take my eyes off his hands.  Hands that have touched every part of my body.  He’s comforted me with those hands.  He’s aroused me, he’s gently yet firmly bound me, he’s washed me, and he’s woken me with his soft touch.

Of course that off-the-charts chemistry and palpable magnetism translated in some scorchingly HOT sex scenes and their no-bounds, all-in attitude and his dominant and filthy mind took it to whole new level. They were so perfectly and organically written, they became an extension of their feeling and smoking proof of their love. They were perfection!

“Why do you always talk about it in the third person?”
“Because my cock is its own person when it comes to you.”

After everything is revealed and they are absolutely transparent and vulnerable with each other that made all the scenes that more deep, where we could really feel their personal relief and appreciation for what they had in the other’s full acceptance! A real case of the truth will set you free, where their love really shined through!

“Not once did I think I could be who I am with anyone, let alone someone like you.”

I don’t care if he has to go back to keep his friend safe, or if he decides to go back on his own to take care of justice his own way, ridding our world of threats.  Even if this does make him a killer.  I’ll wait.  I’ll hate it, but I’ll wait because he’s mine, and having him back is more perfect than anything I could’ve dreamed.  Because I love him.

She knows it all and accepts me, my choices, my life, and she did it for me.

 

Imagining my life with Crew is a thing of the past because I know it’s real.  He’s the foundation of my future, and knowing this, I can relish the present and live my life.

I apologize for the extensive quoting, but really, there was no way to translate the perfection of their – actually Ms. Asher’s – words. You can see for yourself that really, they could be any more perfect, and again I have to repeat myself, but really, there is no better word to describe this story.

And like the main characters weren’t enough to have us completely enraptured in this book, Brynne Asher gave us a splendid group of secondary characters that created a stunningly humorous and light dynamic in the plot and made me fall in love and want more of them, almost as much as Crew and Addy. And these teasing with the potential couples for the next books, wow! But the author also showed us a incredibly appealing vulnerability in these men, these killing machines, that left me simultaneously shocked curious to find out more, because they’re so much more than their steel hard facades.

The life these men have chosen seems to come with solitude and loneliness.

I can’t wait for Grady and Maya’s story!!! Seriously!!! After this beautiful and unforgettable book, I can’t imagine it getting any better, but with these enticingly delicious elements that she already presented for the couple, I think Ms. Asher will yet again surpass herself and knock it out of the park once again, and I will be counting down the days and stalk her mercilessly – I apologize in advance, LOL – until the next book comes out! Please hurry up, I want it NOW!!!!

Suspenseful Contemporary Romance at its BEST! I give it 5 Perfect ‘Let’s Live’ Stars, but I would really give Vines 5 THOUSAND stars!

What an extraordinary story!!! Loved EVERYTHING about it, from start to finish! Crew and Addy’s story is now one of my Top Ten Favorite Reads of the year (and considering how many books I’ve read, that’s saying something, lol)!!!
Wow, just wow….

“Never once had a homecoming.  Never had a home to come to.  I thought I was traveling, seeing the world between jobs, but I wasn’t.  I was wandering with nowhere to go.”

“When I was gone, I made the decision to start living my life with you.  I’m done lamenting death—I want to live.  Don’t you want to live with me?”

“Move away from death with me.  Let’s live.”

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About the Author

 

8842946Brynne Asher grew up in the Midwest and now lives in Northern Virginia with her husband, three children and her perfect dog. When she isn’t creating pretend people and relationships in her head, she is running her kids around and doing laundry. She enjoys cooking, decorating, shopping at outlet malls as well as online and is always seeking the best deal. A perfect day in “Brynne World” ends in front of an outdoor fire with family, friends, s’mores and a delicious cocktail.

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BLOG TOUR: MARRIAGE GAMES (The Games Duet #1) by CD Reiss

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MARRIAGE GAMES

Series: The Games Duet #1

Author: CD Reiss

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 25th, 2016

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“Marriage Games is one of the most powerful novels I have ever read. CD Reiss gets into the soul of her hero and heroine and never lets go. A strong, clear picture of the psychological and emotional challenges of a D/s relationship, especially in a marriage. Why it works and why it might not. Can’t wait for the next one.” Desiree Holt, USA Today bestselling author

 

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THIRTY DAYS

That’s all Adam Steinbeck demands of his wife.

Thirty days in a remote cottage, doing everything he demands. After that, he’ll sign her divorce papers and give her complete ownership of their company.

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That’s how long he has to rediscover the man he once was. The Dominant Master he hid when he fell in love with her five years ago.

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She wants the business they built badly enough to go to the cottage for a month. Cut off ties to the world and do his bidding. She can submit to him with her body, but her heart will never yield.

She thinks this is his pathetic attempt to repair their marriage.

She’s wrong.

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“Pull your skirt up.” I said it without acknowledging the possibility that she’d disobey. It felt good to use those words and that tone. To watch her eyes go to the floor.

“Trust me.” I said it so low she was just within range to hear it. “Five minutes. Then we don’t have to fight over the car.”

I stepped back and set my watch with a beep. It wasn’t about the car for her. The Jag was the least of her worries, but it was a tangible justification.

For the downcast eyes. For the way her breathing changed. Maybe every bone in her body was vanilla. Maybe not.

“Quit any time,” I said. “Just say the word.”

She laid her hands on her hips.

Curled her fingers.

Gripped fabric.

Pulled up her skirt.

The tops of her thighs came into view then met at the crotch. I was hard already and made no move to hide it. She noticed and stopped moving the skirt.

“Higher,” I said as if telling her how to center a picture over the couch. Higher was where it had to be. It wasn’t a request.

Up it went, revealing cotton underwear in a pink so pale they were almost white.

“Now what?” she asked.

“How do you feel?”

“Weird, Adam. Really weird.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m standing here with my skirt around my waist? Because you told me to? For a car, no less, which is creepy.”

She was so honest. I ached for her honesty.

“You’re not obeying me for an object. You’re obeying me so I do something. Take an action or don’t.”

“You think that’s not weird?”

“No, I don’t. And we have four minutes.” I stepped forward. Part of her discomfort was in the physical distance between us. I’d stepped away so she didn’t feel threatened, but my gaze was keeping her from relaxing. I kept my eyes on hers. I could smell her perfume and feel the shortness of her breath. “Are you turned on?”

“Sex isn’t going to get me back. I’m sorry—”

“Touch yourself.”

Her initial shock and offense lasted only a second before she pressed her lips together and reached down, shoulders angling, hand thrusting as if checking to make sure her cunt was still there.

We have hundreds of bones in our bodies, and sometimes we won’t acknowledge the preferences of the ones that scare us.

“Are you wet?”

“A little.”

I gripped the edge of the vanity and put my lips near her cheek, millimeters from touching her.

“You don’t love me anymore,” I whispered. “But I could always make you wet, and you always came for me. Like our Italy vacation. In Florence. Coming back from that club, in the little alley. Against the wall. I ripped through your underwear.”

Her breathing got shallow and fast.

“I fucked you in the dark, and when you came, you screamed my name so loud all the lights in the apartments went on.”

“That was good.” She turned her face toward mine.

When her lips nearly touched me, I pulled away just enough. “I said I wouldn’t touch you.”

“I changed my mind.”

I wasn’t fooled. Her arousal was talking. I owned her. She’d do whatever I told her. But I wanted something very simple. I wanted her pleasure. “Take the juice from your cunt and rub it on your clit. Make it wet.”

“Adam.”

“What?”

“What’s come over you?”

“Do it.” I felt her arm move against me. “Rub back and forth. Be consistent. One-two-one-two.”

When I felt that she had it, I stepped back. She stopped. Her knees were bent slightly and her fingers had taken her cunt from the side of the crotch, not the waistband. She never ceased to surprise me.

“One-two-one-two, huntress.”

“Is this your way of getting back at me?”

“One-two-one-two. Let me see you come. You’re so beautiful when you come. You’ve gone this far.”

Her body must have been able to override her mind, because she moved her finger again, closing her eyes. Her cheeks reddened and her knees bent more deeply.

“In Florence. An hour after we got to the hotel. I came so deep in you that night. I fucked you from behind with your leg up on the dresser. I wanted to thrust my whole body inside you. I loved you that much. And I gave up who I was. Last night, at the club, I remembered what I was. I was a man who was obeyed. I dominated women, and they submitted to me. The result was what you’re about to feel. Complete pleasure.”

She let out a long, low groan, leaning on the vanity, twisting. I could have fucked her right then. I could have bent her over the counter and pounded her. But that wasn’t the point. No. Watching her hand move under her clothes because I commanded it. That was the point.

An uh escaped her throat. Years of marriage had taught me that meant she was about to come.

My watch beeped.

“Time’s up,” I said.

Her eyes went wide. Her hand stopped.

“Thank you,” I said. “We’re done. I’ll send you the title to the car. You might want to pull your skirt down, since I can’t lock the door from the outside.”

It was hard to walk away from her panting, bent frame without tasting her cunt or even seeing more of her reaction, but I turned the corner, unlocked the door, and left the bathroom.

 
 
 

 

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About the Author

CD Reiss is a USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well, hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere, but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,” “literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to chop a cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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COVER REVEAL: DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW by M. Leighton

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Author: M. Leighton

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 20th, 2016

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Halloween is over.  Thanksgiving is on its way.  The season’s are changing, and Christmas is right around the corner.  What better way to celebrate the holidays than to curl up with a hot, sexy story about a hot, sexy snowboarder?  Dashing through the Snow, the newest creation of M. Leighton, is coming your way November 20, 2016.  

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Dilyn Hart hates Christmas, so when her boss (and ex-boyfriend) hands her an assignment to interview champion snowboarder and gorgeous playboy extraordinaire, Dash Grainger, on Christmas Eve, she takes it. There are several things she doesn’t plan for—a surly driver, a chalet in the middle of nowhere, a freak snowstorm—but the biggest surprise of all is Dash himself.

Dash Grainger lives for the high, and so far in his twenty-six years, he’s never met anyone or anything he loves more. Nothing has ever thrilled him as much as slick snow, cold air, and breakneck speed.

Until he meets Dilyn.

But one perfect night doesn’t mean clear, blue skies the next day. There are some storms that can’t be weathered.

Christmas Day might just be one of them.

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1152263New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, M. Leighton, is a rarely ever comfortable speaking about herself in the third person, but here goes. Michelle is a former nurse who has always harbored a passion for the written word, a weakness for alpha males, and a profound love of all things romantic. Never in her wildest dreams did this Yankee-turned-Southerner imagine her life as it is today. She has the best job in the world, a husband who treats her like a princess, and a dog that’s so smart she may one day write a novel, too. You can often find Michelle hidden away in her cave, crafting a new story, or out in the sunshine enjoying some quiet time with her man. Movies, wine, and good food are frequently thrown into the mix, and exercise on days that start with Q. She loves laughter, chocolate, the color red, and you can find out more about her at www.mleightonbooks.com.

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: SELL YOUR SOUL (Body and Soul #3) by Rochelle Paige

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SELL YOUR SOUL

Series: Body and Soul #3
Author: Rochelle Paige
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
Release Date: October 31, 2016
 

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Synopsis

The last place Vaughn Westbrook expected to find himself was at a charity gala. But the dark path he’s walked since his discharge from the military led him into the upper echelons of society—where he hunts for the man behind a human trafficking ring.

Carissa Hastings lived a sheltered life in the lap of luxury. Forced to participate in a bachelorette auction, her parents expect the man of their choice to win a date with her.

Vaughn’s winning bid on Carissa was a tactical move, but logic is thrown out the window when he meets the innocent beauty.

Vaughn sold his soul long ago. There’s no way he’s going to let Carissa do the same.

Warning: This book has an alpha hero who doesn’t see himself as a hero until he meets the woman who’s meant to be his. If you like insta-love and hot sex, then this story is for you!

Please note: This is the third novella in the Body & Soul series, but it can be read as a standalone. Each book in the series features a different couple.

 

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Approaching and observing an enemy who was always surrounded by other people who were in the limelight—each with their own security detail—required a shit ton of finesse. Utilizing long-distance observation equipment only got me so far with Alexander Bellamy. I needed a valid reason for a closer approach, and I was determined to find it at this damn party. Almost two hours into it, and I still hadn’t managed to get within spitting distance. But from the way his attention suddenly shifted towards the stage when they announced the next socialite up for bidding, I had a feeling I might have found a way to catch his interest.

Switching my focus in the same direction, I quickly understood his fascination. The girl on the stage was hot, no doubt about it. The innocence shining from her eyes and the blush on her cheeks was an intriguing contradiction to the lushness of her lips and the curves outlined by her tight, black lace dress. When the woman at the microphone who was running the auction circled her finger at her and the girl swiveled on her black stilettos, I felt like I’d been punched in the solar plexus. My breath caught in my lungs at the sight of her bare back. All those inches of skin revealed as the dress dipped down to just above the cheeks of her ass—I didn’t want anyone else to enjoy the sight but me.

The sound of my target’s voice ringing out with the highest bid of the night filled me with horror as I pictured the beauty on the stage ending up dead like the girl in the alley. There was no way in hell I was going to let him get his hands on her and destroy the innocence shining from her eyes. I’d kill him before that happened—but I’d much prefer that waited until I confirmed there wasn’t anyone higher up in the trafficking ring than him. Until then, I just had to figure out a way to keep her out of Bellamy’s orbit. Starting with outbidding him for the date with her he was about to win. Lucky for me, wiping scum of the face of the planet paid well.

“A quarter of a million dollars.”

Very well, judging by the crowd’s gasp and the stunned look of surprise on the girl’s face. Strategically, it was either brilliant or the stupidest decision I’d ever made. But it was a go big or go home moment. Bellamy had deep pockets, and I didn’t want to waste time dicking around with outbidding each other. Making a statement, in a big way, was the most efficient route to avoiding all the back and forth. It also achieved two goals—it garnered me a date with the gorgeous girl on stage and ensured I ended up on Bellamy’s radar. If I’d read his interest right, my prey might very well end up coming to me.

I practically felt the death glare he was sending my way, and I couldn’t resist swiveling my head and flashing him a smug grin as the auctioneer counted down.

“Two hundred fifty thousand, going once. Two hundred fifty thousand, going twice. Sold!”

Bellamy’s eyes narrowed, promising retribution from me for stealing away his prize. My smile widened because I was pleased as fuck about my upcoming date—and because I knew it would piss Bellamy off even more. Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from his and headed towards the stage, but all of my reluctance was swept away the moment I was looking at her again.

 
 
 
 

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This Body and Soul series has really become one of my favorite of Rochelle Paige’s. Smoking Hot ex-military, OTT Alpha heroes, insta-love and sweet and sassy heroines make the permanent and enticing trademark combo of this books, and this one, Sell Your Soul, ticks all this points and then some!

Vaughn was the absolutely perfect broken/tormented hero. After a what it seems like a lifetime in the military, and now on the private security sector, he doesn’t think of himself as a good man, and therefore undeserving of good things, specially a future with a loving woman and children. So when he comes across Carissa, amidst one his missions – which by the way, show how truly selfless and good hearted character – even though he feels she is special to him, he hesitates because he feels he doesn’t deserve someone pure and good like her, but quickly realizes that she is in he middle of the very danger he is trying to take down, and that he has no chance but to give in to this soul deep attraction and claim Carissa as his, and save her from this threat.

“I’ll give you a couple days to think about what you want, but you need to know I’m not looking for a one-time thing with you, Carissa. If you give yourself to me, then you’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”

“Three days,” I breathed against her throat. “It’s too long for me to go without tasting your lips. Without hearing your voice. Feeling your body underneath mine. It only took me one night, and I’m completely addicted to you.”

“When you left here three nights ago, I told you I was giving you time to decide what you want because once you gave yourself to me, you’d be mine. But I was wrong—you’re already mine. You’ve been mine all along.”

Carissa has been sheltered from the real world and neglected by her parents her whole life, so when they finally show a bit of interest in her, she thinks this may be the start of a new beginning. But sadly, she quickly realizes that there must be a grand plan behind her parents reason to push her into the spotlight in bachelorette auction. But what her parents didn’t expect was that the winning bid would belong to the man that would come to mean everything to their daughter. Her true hero!

“Vaughn looks at you the exact same way as Brecken looks at Hadley.”
I finally got out of my seat and paced the floor. “He does?”
“Like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.”

I LOVED these two as a couple. Their perfect balance of sweet and sexy, hard and soft, caring and loving really conquered my heart, and Vaughn couldn’t have been more perfect in my eyes, because I adore a good broken hero, even though deep down he wasn’t that broken, and the little cracks in his soul were easily healed by Carissa’s love. And in return, he gave her a new and love filled life that she could only ever dream of before. A true fairy tale come true. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

“You’re mine, and I love you,” he whispered against my lips, making me melt. “Just like I’ll love any children you give me.”
“I love you, too,” I sighed.
“I know, beautiful. That’s why everything’s going to be okay. Because we have each other.”

“Thank you,” I whispered against her lips.
“For what?”
“For loving me with all your heart, body and soul.”

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Rochelle Paige is an Amazon bestselling author. She absolutely adores reading. Her friends growing up used to tease her when she trailed after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. She loves stories with alpha males, sassy heroines, hot sex and happily ever afters. She is a bit of a genre hopper in both her reading and her writing. So far she’s written books in several romance sub-genres including new adult, contemporary, paranormal and romantic suspense.

 

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SURPRISE NEWS: HOPE TOWN SERIES BUNDLE by Harper Sloan

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SURPRISE!!! 

Harper Sloan has released a bundle to the first 3 books in the Hope Town Series! 

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For the first time ever, the Hope Town books are being bundled! Join us for the first three books in the series! Complete with new bonus content! 

Don’t worry this does not mean the series is ending, there will be an amazing new book early next year. 

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RELEASE BLITZ + REVIEW: PERFECT by Dani Wyatt

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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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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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BLOG TOUR + 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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“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.”

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.

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