April 2, 2015

Release Day Blitz! Charge to my Line, The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC #6 by Lani Lynn Vale

Genre: Adult, Motorcycle Club Romance

You’re the Charge… 

Bad Boy. Screw-up. Good for nothing. Hero. Angel. These were all words Grayson ‘Torren’ Trammel had heard whispered behind his back over his lifetime. What he hadn't heard was ‘quitter,’ and he’d be damned if some little rehab chick, with her beautiful brown hair, and hot, sassy little mouth was going to label him as such. 

To My… 

Tru knows Grayson’s not for her. He’s too bad. Too hot. Too demanding. Too taken. 

She tells herself that almost daily as she helps Grayson get back into fighting shape after a horrific accident nearly ripped his life away from him. That had taken the life of one of the men in his MC. 

Grayson is everything her father warned her about, but there’s just something about him that intrigues her. That makes her want more. 

The man's a firefighter. How bad could he be? 

Line… 

Apparently, he could be way worse than bad, but he could also be so very, very good. Something Tru realizes, rather quickly, when the two can no longer fight the pull that’s between them. 

Now there’s only one word she wants to hear when it comes to him: his.





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.






Release Day Blitz: Excerpt & Giveaway! Steele Into Your Heart, Carolina Bad Boys #3 by Rie Warren

Genre: Adult, Contemporary Erotic Romance

Brodie Steele is a badass MC dude. Ashe Kingston is a sexy police officer with an attitude. Their bad blood runs deep. But after they hook up at a wild biker week, can they keep their pact? What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week. Yeah, right.

Riding out the rough years following a family tragedy, Brodie is still trying to put his life back together when he finds something he never expected with Ashe. She annoys the ever lovin’ hell out of him, and turns him on so much he can’t see straight. He keeps coming back for more.

Ashe isn’t just a hard-nosed police officer. And she wants no part of Brodie outside of their no-strings-attached fling. There’s no way he’s settling-down material but he’s hard to resist with his inked sleeves and rebellious ways, not to mention piercings in places that make Ashe melt. Brodie Steele is dangerous, delicious, and suddenly determined to have her.

If there’s anything more risky than laying his heart on the line for this sexy woman, it’s Ashe’s job. It puts her life in danger in a way he can’t possibly protect her from. Can their hot bond win out over the bad blood of years past? Or will Ashe be taken from Brodie before she lets him into her heart?


Steele, Into Your Heart Excerpt © Rie Warren 2015

I tossed my phone through the open window of my Chevy, opened the door, and stowed Ashe inside.
Before I shut her in, I leaned over to brush my mouth against hers, plunging my tongue to swirl inside her wet heat.
When I got in the driver’s side she turned to me. “We’re getting the seats wet.”
“You can take off your dress right now if you want.” I grinned in what had to be an absolutely unwholesome way.
She sat back with a shaky laugh. Ashe was flustered. She was almost never flustered. I really liked it.
I put the truck in gear and we roared out of the parking lot. I probably left tire marks on the tar. Windows down for the fresh air but A/C on because it was still blazing hot outside, Ashe and I sped along Isle of Palms toward Sullivan’s Island wrapped in a bubble of sexual tension so tight it was close to bursting.
Not a single word was said because the next thing to come out of my mouth would be, “Clothes, off, now.”
My legs were so tense they nearly shook. I held the steering wheel with a white knuckled grip. I usually drove the way any good country boy did, with one wrist used to steer. Not tonight. Not when Ashe fidgeted next to me, plucking at the top of her dress. It quickly suctioned back to her breasts. Not helping, but oh so sexy. Pornographic sexy.
It was fully dark fifteen minutes later when I pulled into my driveway. I helped Ashe out, grabbed her bags, took her hand, and ushered her to the big front porch.
“This is your house? And I thought you said mine was fancy. You’ve got a river view from here, Brodie.”
Gas lanterns on either side of the cheery red door blazed, the sweltering night absent of any breeze the porch swing sat still. Tremendous hanging baskets flowered like crazy.
“Parents’ house. Well, it was. Let’s not talk about that now.” After I set her bags down, I fingered the hem of her dress, lifting it up her thighs. “Take it off.”
“Brodie, no. We’re standing on your porch,” Ashe protested.
“I’ll cut off the lights.”
“Public indecency.”
“Arrest me already.”
I shut the lights off, and heard the wet slap of her dress on the porch floor. I dropped my suit—what was left of it—where I stood. There was a whisper of something light floating to the floor—her bra and panties. My belt buckle made a clanging noise. Ashe’s breath hitched as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Curves, glorious curves, illuminated by moonlight. I touched a puckered nipple then circled it with my thumb. With my other hand, I gave a long slow stroke up my swollen cock.
When she whimpered, I moved fast. I pushed her against the door face first, caging her with my body from behind.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
I sent my lips over her shoulder and up to her ear. “Oh my God, Brodie. Say it.”
“I . . . I can’t!”
“Wrong words.” I stepped back to drag my pulsing cock up and down her ass. “Know where I am right now?”
“Oh my God, Brodie!” Her voice quivered.

I caught her earlobe between my teeth and let it go. Holding her hips against me, I ran my dick up and down her cleft several times, loving the curves of her ass nice and snug around me. “Better. Now, open the door so we can go inside. Unless you want us to get arrested.”

 
 

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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy. 
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. 
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html




Book Blitz! The Dead Day Journal, Volume 1 by Sandra Campbell


The daughter of a radical doomsday prepper, Leo Marrok spent her entire life preparing for the end. A skilled fighter and perfect marksman, Leo is her father’s second-in-command when Armageddon comes to pass. Together, they lead a group of survivors to a secure bunker deep in the Appalachian Mountains.

Vincent Marrok is willing to take extreme measures to repopulate their broken world. Leo’s refusal marks her as a traitor. With father and daughter at odds for the first time, their frail community is thrust into turmoil. Until the unthinkable happens, a blood-thirsty horde arrives. The impending attack will destroy all that they have worked for.

To protect her home and everything she believes in, Leo puts her faith in the arms of the enemy—a creature only rumored to exist—the one she calls Halloween. An alliance born out of necessity evolves into feelings Leo is ill-equipped to handle.

The Dead Days Journal is a post-apocalyptic story of love and family told through Leo Marrok’s first-hand account and the pages of Vincent’s personal journal, giving two very different perspectives on what it takes to survive.

Mature themes, adult language, sexual situations, violence and gore. 18+


Ben watched as I finished getting dressed, his eyes glistening in the dark. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t go, Leo.” His whispered pleas were growing louder. I knew he was sorry, just as I knew it wasn’t his fault. Eventually this was going to happen. I had known it. How could we continue to be together and not be together? He couldn’t. I couldn’t.

“Stop saying you’re sorry.”

When I stood to go, Ben grabbed my arm. I didn’t pull away but just looked at him with a horrible sadness ripping through my heart. “Let go.”

Ben released his grip as a single tear escaped his eye and fell. “I love you.”

Not only did I not say it, I never even looked back. I simply walked away. But my emotions wouldn’t let me stay quiet for long. As soon as I exited the back door, I ran through the cave opening into the early dawn and down to the spring-fed river. Not bothering to take off my mother’s treasured dress, I plunged into the icy-cold river and screamed through the pain under the water.

I tried to ignore the throbbing ache in my extremities and swam to the middle where I couldn’t touch bottom and the current was strong. I floated on my back and let the river take me away. Above me, the pink hues of dawn were brightening, and I watched the brilliant night stars dissolve into nothing. If only for a short time, I wished to feel nothing, to be nothing. At least now my hands and feet had completely disappeared.

“Leo! What are you doing?” I didn’t have to look to know it was Lincoln. I recognized the high-pitched squealing and swam toward shore.

Damn, kid, what are you doing outside alone at this hour?

Once I started to move again, my arms and legs were no longer unfeeling. My blood was moving as I waded back to shore. Sharp piercing stabs replaced the numb ache.

“Why are you outside alone?”

A cool morning breeze raised fresh goose bumps. Chilled straight through to the bone, my teeth chattered like a tightly-wound plastic toy.

“I had a bad dream and you weren’t in bed.” Lincoln pulled a brown plaid scarf from around his neck and handed it to me. The scarf wasn’t much, but it was enough to get a spot or two dry.

“Come on. I’ll race you inside and you can tell me all about it.”

Lincoln didn’t move. He stood there staring past me. I turned around to see Jack crouched on the opposite side of the river. His black hair was shiny wet, as was the rest of his nude, hard-coiled body. Another chill ran through me that had nothing to do with the cold. Jack’s eyes narrowed to dark slits as he watched me take hold of my brother’s pale hand to lead him away from the riverbank. “Come on. Let’s run together.”



Sandra R. Campbell lives along the tranquil waters of the Chesapeake Bay with her husband and weight challenged cat. She can trace her passion for the macabre back to reading Edgar Allen Poe as a child, with her pet crow, Big Fellow, by her side. She has since submerged herself in a wide range of dark literature. An avid thrill seeker, Sandra is always looking for her next big adrenaline rush, and when spelunking, diving and monster hunting fails to deliver, she turns to the creation of through-the-rabbit-hole worlds and sends her characters on their own adventures. Sandra also writes children's stories, is a member of the Maryland Writers' Association, the head of a M.W.A. critique group, and the founder and co-author of Waterfrontwriters.com.


April 1, 2015

Mikky's Reviews! Defined by Deceit by A.E. Via


Life isn't always fair, and that’s something that Llewellyn Gardner knows about first hand. His life was on the fast track until one night of extreme passion changed everything. Now eight years later, he’s still living with the aftershocks of that night. Everywhere he turns or runs, there’s another reminder. What the hell do you do when you try to drown your demons only to find out they can swim? 

Shane Smith, Jr. owner of Smith Construction, could see the emotional turmoil within his new employee — it’s why he hired him. There was something about the gorgeous, misunderstood man with the overly expressive eyes that came to their small town with a past no one was willing to overlook. Shane could see the good in Llewellyn, and those eyes of his were a clear window to his soul. Shane wasn't going to let the man live a future of solitude because his past had been plagued with deceit. 

Llewellyn wasn’t sure what to think about Shane. After years of protecting himself from being tricked twice, he was now faced with worry again. What would happen to him if Shane didn’t believe his truth, and walked away? Llewellyn wasn’t sure he'd be able to survive being left alone. Again.



This is one of those stories that breaks your heart into one million pieces, drags you in into the depths of despair and then, slowly and carefully, puts you back together, but you’re okay with that.

Defined by Deceit reminded me once again how fickle human nature is. It reminded me that, sometimes, love is not enough and you can’t draw comfort from it. Not when you are too coward to stand up for yourself or for the person you claim to care about.

I don’t want to get into too much detail, because I don’t want to ruin the book for either of you.

As always, Adrienne has created strong, determined and, at the same time, beautifully flawed and sensitive characters. 

Llewellyn goes through a lot at an age when his only concern should be having fun with his friends and passing his exams so he can enroll at the University.

In a single moment he’s thrown from a peaceful and quiet existence into the deepest level of hell, having to learn how to survive just one more night.

He’s hurt, disappointed and, for the first time in his life, completely alone. There’s no one to turn to, no one to have his back when things get out of control.

Later on, he’ll have to learn to shut everything out and try his best to make a life for himself while surrounded by condemning eyes and distrust everywhere he turns.

While he struggles with all the hurdles, he’ll find his rock, his sense of place in an old lady who’s ready to defend him at every cost and in a man who sees the hurt and the need for understanding and for love behind the stern façade. 

What more can I say? I loved it. I loved every single moment and every single tear soaked passage. There’s a lot to learn here.

Never judge. Always be certain that your knowledge of the facts is the truth. 

And, more important, always remember that you reap what you sow. Life has a way of always paying everyone back for their deeds and that payment will always be the prize of your past actions and decisions. 

Life or love doesn’t come with instruction manuals. We do our best and trust the object of our affection to cherish and protect our trust. Be wise and always keep in mind that it’s not right to hurt those around us just to protect ourselves. Only we are responsible for our actions.

I’m sorry for the rant, but books like this one make me want to take a step back and think “Damn, that could have been me.” Or “Could I do something like this? Have I hurt someone I cared about so much?”

The answers are not always pleasant.

Thank you, A.E. Via for another wonderful novel. 

Happy Reading!!



Book Spotlight! Stealing Rose, The Fowler Sisters #2 by Monica Murphy


Perfect for fans of Christina Lauren and Emma Chase—the second novel in New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy’s sizzling series about three powerhouse sisters and the men who would have their hearts.

People say the youngest child has it easy, but nothing can be further from the truth. Unlike my two sisters, Violet and Lily, I’m never in the limelight. I just work my butt off for Fleur Cosmetics and get little to no thanks for it. I’ve been pushed too far one too many times, and I’m finally brave enough to do something about it.

Maybe my newfound courage has something to do with the amazing pink and white diamond necklace I wear to the party in Cannes. The instant those dazzling heirloom jewels touch my skin, they excite some deep, aching need inside. And when that guy—that totally gorgeous guy—locks eyes with me, I know this nice girl is going to be naughty.

For once it’s my turn. My turn to say no to my father, to outshine my sisters, to walk away from it all—straight into the arms of a mysterious stranger. But what if Caden is much more than I bargained for? Sure, he makes me feel sexy and free in a way I never have before, but there’s something else I can’t quite place—something dangerous. Maybe our “chance” meeting wasn’t so random. Maybe he was looking for me for a reason. Whatever his motive, there’s no going back now.

And maybe I don’t want to.


I’m staring. Caught. Trapped by his gaze, and I want to be. My head is spinning. My body is . . . aching. Caden’s gaze drops to my mouth, lingering there for what feels like forever, and my lips tingle. As if he’s just kissed them. And then his gaze drops lower, to my chest, and my nipples harden. Like I have no control over them, which I really don’t since I’m not wearing a bra and whoops, I’m not wearing panties either because I wanted to feel young and flirty tonight.

It’s as if my body knew and prepared itself. The restlessness has hit me full force and I squirm in my chair, my heavy breasts brushing against the thin fabric of my dress almost painful.

I can’t take it.

Touching Ryder’s arm, he turns to look at me questioningly and I murmur, “I’ll be right back.”

He frowns. “You okay?”

“Just going to the ladies’,” I reassure him as I get up and leave the table.

I can feel Caden’s eyes on me as I walk away, and I’m tempted to look back so I can gauge his reaction.

But I don’t look back. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I stare straight ahead, making my way through the crowded pub, toward the hall on the opposite end of the room where the bathrooms are located.

Once I make it inside, I brace my hands on the edge of the counter and stare at myself in the mirror. Again. Just like earlier, before I left my hotel room. Though now I look different. My cheeks are flushed, as is the skin on my chest, and my nipples are still poking against the fabric of my dress. My hair has lost some of its curl and my eyes sparkle with an almost unnatural glow.

I look drunk.
I look aroused.
I am definitely both.

The door swings open and my gaze darts to the doorway in the mirror’s reflection, my mouth dropping open in shock before I whirl around. “What are you doing?”

Caden closes the door and leans against it, his arm sneaking out behind him to turn the lock. He doesn’t answer my question. He doesn’t say a word as he pushes away from the door and stalks toward me. His stride is predatory, his expression full of dark intent.

I grip the counter, my fingers tight around the tiled edge, my knees weakening as he draws closer. The scent of him—citrusy and clean—washes over me and I part my lips, the protest dying when he reaches out and touches my cheek. His touch is gentle, his fingertips rough as they slide across my skin, into my hair. My eyelids waver and my vision grows fuzzy when he presses his body to mine and dips his head, his mouth hovering above mine. His breath wafts over my lips and pleasure swamps me, settling between my legs, making me damp.

Making me weak.



New York Times, USA Today and international bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite with her husband and three children. She's a workaholic who loves her job. When she's not busy writing, she also loves to read and travel with her family. She writes new adult and contemporary romance and is published with Bantam and Avon. She also writes romance as USA Today bestselling author Karen Erickson.



Book Promo: Excerpt & Giveaway! Becoming His Master, Neighborly Affection #4 by M.Q. Barber

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From rescue to romance…

Teach a wounded submissive the value of his service. The task ought to be an easy one for an experienced dominant like Henry Webb. 

But novice Jay Kress challenges his teacher like no other. Still bearing the bruises of an encounter outside the bounds of safe consensual play, Jay is desperate to submit to the man who saved him—and shamed by his desires. 

Henry recognizes the dangers of a relationship built on hero worship. He’ll teach Jay how to stay safe, that’s all. He won’t take advantage of the younger man’s trust. He won’t share his fantasies about his dark-haired, athletic student. He’ll never claim this submissive for his own...


Becoming His Master (R) Excerpt © M.Q. Barber 2015

Henry’s watch showed quarter to eight as he mounted the stairs toting carryout meals for himself and his submissive. The hour found the second floor a modest hive of activity as players donned their preferred personas and headed upstairs to the sandbox. Eventually, he too would join the procession, with Jay in tow. For now, he turned right and stepped through the wide double doors into the salon.

The area set aside for himself and young Mr. Kress showed Emma’s unmistakable influence. Tucked into the farthest corner of the room, a three-panel screen of wood and fabric created a private dining nook. Best pray the younger man didn’t recognize the scenes depicted, though the intent shouted for all and sundry to pay heed.

A pair of yellow-ribboned women cast admiring glances his way. Muting his growl, he stepped past them with a curt headshake. Won’t interfere, my ass.

A paean to Greek mythology and literature graced each panel. Achilles and Patroclus circled each other with shields and spears, their sandaled feet the only flesh not on view. Apollo strummed his lyre while a boy—Hyacinth, given the field of flowers—lay at his feet. Beautiful Ganymede proffered a cup beneath the sheltering wings of Zeus-as-eagle.

Stalking across the room, he considered the ready excuses sure to be on Emma’s lips. A shield to keep the boy from prying eyes, lest his table manners prove less than impeccable. Hadn’t he himself insisted on protecting Jay from possible criticism? No, of course the scenes hadn’t been deliberate. Convenience had dictated the choice. In no way had she meant to imply Jay Kress was his eromenos.

His beloved boy. His to mentor and protect. His sweet lips to kiss, his beautiful thighs to fuck.

Cock pressing at his fly, he swore in silence. Was there no mercy to be found?

He rounded the screen.

Jay sprang to his feet.

No. No mercy at all.

Despite Emma’s claim, his student wore a suit as well as he wore leather shorts. Temptation beat at him, an unrelenting pressure, the image of his submissive on his knees with the same earnest delight on his face.

He forced himself to turn and deposit the bag on the table. Slow and easy.

“You’ve set a lovely table.” He told himself navy wasn’t Jay’s color, despite the good sense he’d shown to pair his suit with a solid white shirt and a pale blue tie with a diagonal thin-stripe in white. “I trust your wait has been a pleasant one?”

“Yes, Master Henry.” Jay stood straight and tall, a slender vision of grace. “Mistress Emma showed me what to do.”

“It’s just Emma, my boy. No title. She’s a submissive here, as you are.” He unpacked the tote. Salads first, the light containers atop the others.

“But she’s in charge of things.” Jay tilted his head. He started to roll his shoulders before stopping himself.

Warm foil container deposited on the table, Henry paused in his work to study his submissive with more care. “Yes, she handles some functions at the club.” The neat half-Windsor had to be Emma’s doing. “She also submits to her husband.” Likewise, the white rose boutonniere pinned with Jay’s red ribbon, the symbol of his ownership. The younger man’s purity and innocence bound under his protection and control.

Pinned. Of course.

“Tell me, how many pins did it take until Emma was satisfied with the drape of your jacket?”

“I’m not sure, Master Henry.” Jay half-smiled, his eyes shining. “She made me stand still for a long time, though. Do you like it?”

With such an enticing invitation, he smoothed the fabric from the lapel to the right shoulder.

Jay caught his breath and rocked his hips.

“Quite handsome,” he murmured. Such promising responses his pupil gave, eager physicality impossible to miss. “But you cannot relax, can you? Afraid you’ll disrupt her handiwork if you so much as breathe too deeply.”

“I don’t mind, Master Henry.” If you like it, he didn’t say, though the worship in his gaze made the words unnecessary.

Humming, he traced the edge of the lapel downward and unfastened the button holding the jacket closed. “I mind.” Hanging the jacket on the chair back wouldn’t do any harm. “Your comfort is my responsibility during our time together.”

He pushed the coat from the boy’s shoulders. He’d remove his own to ensure his dinner partner felt no awkwardness.

“No, no, please.” Jay clutched at the fabric, fighting the motion, his voice rising. “Master Henry, please.”

What the devil was he—

“Please don’t take my ribbon, I’m your good boy, I’m yours—”

Henry kissed him.

He knew the instant their lips touched he ought not have done it.

Soft and pliant, the younger man opened his mouth with a throaty little whimper.


Irresistible. A possessive haze descended, snarling heat pushing out from his center. He ground his cock against his submissive and claimed his mouth.


USA Today bestselling author M.Q. Barber likes to get lost in thought. She writes things down so she can find herself again.
Often found staring off into space or frantically scratching words on sticky notes, M.Q. lives with one very tolerant, easily amused husband and one very tolerant, easily amused puppy.
She has a soft spot for romances that explore the inner workings of the heart and mind alongside all that steamy physical exertion. She loves memorable characters, witty banter, and heartfelt emotion in any genre.
The former Midwestern gal is the author of the Neighborly Affection contemporary romance series. Pick a safeword, grab a partner or two, and jump in.