Tuesday, January 28, 2014


Title: Fierce
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: January 27th 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance
Price: $ 0.99 - 1 week only! (Regular price $ 2.99!)


Fight for your dreams. Fight for your life. Fight for love. 

Nerdy girl Autumn Blakewood is the prime example of a goody two-shoes. She studies every night, is never late for class, and always follows the rules. She has never felt the need to step out of her comfort zone. That is, until she meets Hunter. 

 Hunter Bane is a cocky, confident bad-boy, who's nothing but trouble. He’s a dangerous distraction to everyone around him. Sexy and strong, Hunter enjoys the swooning effect he has on women. Especially those who aren't used to attention, like Autumn. 

 Autumn finds it hard not to give into Hunter’s advances, even though it all seems like a game to him. Trying to understand him is impossible, because he shrouds himself in mystery. 
What she doesn't know is that Hunter has more baggage than anyone should have to carry. When she discovers he's in an illegal frat club to save the one person that matters to him, Autumn realizes this could mean the end of her undeniable connection to him. Even their lives are at risk. 
But it's too late to turn back now ...


 

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Suddenly, a shadow is cast over the pages of my novel. The sun is blocked by something … or someone.
As I peer up with furrowed brows, I see it’s Hunter, and my annoyed look turns into a cheerful smile.
My eyes light up the moment I see him. He’s towering above me, wearing ragged pants and a flimsy tank top, which barely covers his broad chest. I gulp at the sight, especially because his black jacket makes him look so tough.
He’s like a motorcycle rider, only he isn’t. He just looks like one.
Hunter goes to his knees and snatches away my book.
“Hey!” I snap. “I was reading that.”
“Yeah, ‘was.’ And now you’re not.” He holds out his other hand. “Get up.”
I grab his hand, and the moment my fingers touch his it sends electrical shocks through my entire body. He’s so strong, he can lift me in one go without my help. My boobs bounce from the way he jerks me up, and I see his eyes flick to them for only a fraction of a second.
I gulp, and a flush spreads across my face as I pull my shirt up higher.
“What’s this for?” I say.
“Time for some training.” He leans forward, grabs the blanket, and folds it up.
“What, now?”
“Yes, now. My classes are finished, and by the looks of it so are yours. We don’t have much time, so let’s make the best use of it.”
“B-but I have to study and―”
“But, but, but,” he mocks, making a pouty face. “If you wanna learn how to defend yourself, you gotta put in the effort.”
I frown. “I was busy. You think I’m just going to adjust to your schedule?”
“You can read a book anytime you want. I can’t do this with you anytime I want. If I could, I would, trust me,” he grunts with a thick voice that makes me shiver.
My pupils dilate when he says that, and my core heats up. Damn, why does he always do those things? And why do I find it so goddamn attractive?
He steps back a little, putting on a cocky smile as he throws my … his book in the grass. Then he throws the blanket on top of it. Grinning, he takes off his jacket. The lines of his muscles show clearly through the thin fabric of his tank top, and my heart is already beating in my throat just seeing it. His biceps bulge and for a second I think he’s flexing them.
“C’mon,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “I’m ready for you.”
One of my eyebrows lifts up. “What? In these clothes? I’m not dressed for sparring.”
He snorts. “You won’t be dressed for it when they attack you again either. Now c’mon.” He signals to me with his fingers, lifting his eyebrow only a little to taunt me.
I take a deep breath and place my hands on my waist. He’s gawking at me from a distance, bending through his knees like a professional wrestler. If the look on his face wasn’t so goddamn sexy, I would’ve shaken my head and walked away, but I can’t.
For some reason I’d love nothing more than to tussle with him.
“Well? Are you going to come at me or what?” he says.
Swallowing, I fling my arms and legs to shake some life into them after sitting for so long. I take a deep breath and a good look at him. His tan muscles are already primed, ready to go. He looks like a football player waiting for the ball to be thrown into his hands so he can race off.
“Don’t make me wait … I hate it when girls make me wait.”
I chuckle. “Oh, really? What then? Are you going to kick a wall again or something?”
He muffles a low laugh. “I’ll come after you myself if I have to. And things get rough with me pretty fast.”
There’s some sexual innuendo in there, I’m sure of it. The way he groans makes me want to bite my lip. God, he’s so hot.
Goddammit, I have to stop thinking like that.
No way a guy like him would ever fall for a nerd. He could pick any girl he wants. Who’d want to pick me?
Clearing my throat, I say, “Okay. Here I come.”
After taking a quick breath I bolt toward him. I put all my strength into it, but he still manages to stay upright as I crash into him. He’s like a rock in the ocean, forever unbreakable, and I’m the fish slapping up against it.
I try to tackle him, but instead I’m the one falling on my ass.
“Ouch!”
He laughs, so loud it makes me feel embarrassed. Everyone can hear him.
“Why are you announcing you’re going to attack? That’s like playing right into my hands,” he says, and he holds out his hand.
I grapple him and try to pull him down, but he remains as balanced as ever. Shaking the finger on his free hand, he says, “You think it’s that easy to bring me down?”
“I’ll make it happen. Eventually.”
He chuckles. “I like your spunk.” He takes a few steps back. “Try again.”
I clean the dirt from my legs and bite on my cheek while thinking about a tactic. If I could only get him to move, then I could take him down. I thought he was going to teach me something, but instead I’m charging into him. Not my idea of learning self-defense.
“C’mon. I can take you, Leafy,” he says, biting his lip.
That name he has for me … God, I hate it. Why can’t he just call me by my real name?
I’ve had enough of his provocations. Maybe I’ll just kick him in the balls instead. That’ll show him not to mess with me.
I know it’s below the belt. Literally. But at least I can try to win this way.
God, I’ve changed, too.
I charge forward without warning this time. As I lift my knee he deflects my leg by pushing it down with his free hand. With the other, he grabs my lower arm.
“You’re getting dirty.” He squeezes my wrist, hard, and makes it impossible for me to escape. “I like it,” he murmurs.
With clenched teeth I fight to get loose, but he won’t release me.
“Put a little effort into it,” he says. “Nobody’s going to be nice for you. I’m not either.”
I slam his arm with my free hand, but he still won’t let me go. It’s like he doesn’t feel anything. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Damn, is he some kind of brick wall?
He chuckles. “C’mon, hit me.” At first it sounds like he’s pushing me, but after a while it becomes plain mean. “Hit me!”
“I’m trying!”
“You’re a wuss. A boneless nerd. You can’t fend for yourself. Can’t live in the real world. Not even one day.”
“Shut up!” I gather all my strength and punch him so hard in the gut his stomach retracts, and he takes one step back. His grip on my wrist loosens, and I jerk myself free.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I say, my eyes welling up with tears again. “You’re being an asshole, and you know it.”
“Damn, that was a good jab,” he grunts.
“Who cares? You’re a bully.”
He laughs and steps forward. When I try to hit him again, he grabs both my wrists and comes to a halt right in my face. “I’m helping you.”
“Helping me? You’re insulting me, belittling me, and making me feel like a pile of crap.”
“And those guys didn’t?”
“What do they have to do with it?” I snap.
I try to jerk my wrists free, but he won’t let me go.
“Anger helps you fight. It fuels you.” His lips quirk up into a devilish smile. “Guess this is your first time finding out about the power of rage.”
“Whatever.”
“C’mon. You know I didn’t mean any of it. It’s just to get you worked up.”
“Let me go,” I hiss.
“Make me,” he says jokingly.
I’m so pissed, I kick him against the shin so hard I think I’m going to snap bones.
Instead, I break his stance, and he slips. I see him tumble down to the ground, but not before he grabs my leg and pulls me with him.
I squeal as I land right on top of him.
I’m staring into his face, my body resting on his body.
Oh. My. God. I can’t believe this.
I think my heart has stopped beating, because all I hear is his breathing. My body tenses up, feeling his skin against mine. I want nothing more than to press my body closer to his.
His chest moves against mine each time he inhales, and these few seconds feel like an eternity.
His hand lifts. When it reaches the top of my head, I swear I’ll fall to pieces right here, on top of him.
Something tickles, and then he retreats. In his hand is a leaf, which was probably stuck in my hair. He releases it and lets it drift away with the wind. Then he stares at me, his eyes suddenly showing a little hesitance. His lips are parted and perky, and all I want is to press mine against his.
And then smack him again.
He’s breathing against my chin, and I feel my groin heat up. I’m getting all wired up because of him.
Shit.



 


Clarissa Wild is the erotic romance author of the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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Scarred By Love by C.A. Harms Review

GOD I LOVED THIS BOOK! C.A. Harms has a way of bringing you into a story and never letting you go! Even when its over all you can think of is MORE MORE MORE!

Riley had been through her fair share of heartbreak and was pulling herself back together. She was a girlie girl on the out side and hard as nails inside thanks to growing up with for awesome brothers.

Zander had a bad boy look to go with his sweet and loving inside, no they didn't match but they made him that much better.

Riley and Zander's relation ship was not a easy one from the beginning. I caught myself rooting for them and honestly not knowing if they would make it or not. You felt like you were on a roller coaster you couldn't get off of. Not that you wanted to, I was so invested in this book because of there relationship and how much I just wanted everything to be ok for them.

There are so many obstacles  for these two but can love make it all work? Can they stay strong when no one is rooting for them? Can they make there love all they need? God I have a million questions I can ask but I will leave you with this...READ THIS BOOK YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT!

Coming home by Priscilla Glenn


Leah Marino hasn’t been on a date in two years. After discovering the man she loved had manipulated and deceived her, she refuses to even entertain the idea of a relationship. Instead, she focuses her attention on taking care of her family, a role she’s assumed since the death of her mother and the one place she knows her kindness won't be taken advantage of again.

When a nostalgic trip back to her childhood home results in a chance encounter with Danny DeLuca, a smart-mouthed mechanic who’s as attractive as he is mysterious, Leah's carefully cultivated walls begin to crumble. She finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Danny, despite his unreliable behavior and mixed signals. 

But Danny has a secret...

One that could shake Leah's already precarious foundation and bring her world crashing down around her. Suddenly, she's faced with an incredibly difficult decision--is she willing to risk everything for the chance at finding the love she's always wanted? Or are some obstacles just too big for the heart to overcome?




About the Author

Priscilla Glenn lives in New York with her husband and three children. She has been teaching English at the middle and high school levels for the past twelve years while moonlighting as a writer, mom, coach, student, and professional laundry-doer.
If you catch her when she's feeling sophisticated, she'll tell you her favorite things are great books and good wine. In the moments in between, she'll admit her love for anything Ben and Jerry's, UFC fights, and Robert Pattinson.


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Monday, January 27, 2014



Scarred by Love by C.A. Harms Book Tour

Jan. 27th Through February 3rd

 
 

Book Title: Scarred by Love
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Romance
Release Date: January 10, 2014
Hosted by: Book Junky Girls
 
 
Synopsis:

Riley thought she was in love. She thought she found the perfect guy until his aggressive behavior became too much to handle and she ran.
Becoming withdrew from the world and hiding from the chance of loving again. Having four older brothers and a determined best friend she had no choice but to stand strong.
Over time Riley was able to open up once again. She had no idea that the one person she needed was right under her nose.
She was guarded and hesitant when it came to bad boys...after all it was a bad boy that shattered her once before.
Zander wanted the girl from the party. He wanted to be near her even though she continued to push him away. He couldn’t let go of the gorgeous girl with those stormy eyes.
They both had secrets they kept hidden from one another. They found it easier to talk to others than to confide in each other. Riley begins to realize Zander isn't who she thought he was and falling for the sexy voiced Lead Singer/Guitar player may be just what she needs.
They struggle through hard times and learn to trust again. But will the love that grows be enough to hold them together or will the heartache they suffer drive a wedge between them forever.
They could be toxic to one another or they could heal the wounds that run deep within their souls.
THIS BOOK CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT AND IS MEANT FOR MATURE AUDIENCES
  
 
 Meet the Author:

C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

 

Playlist - feel free to use:

Face Down  --  The Red Jumpsuit Aparatus
I Hate Myself for Loving You  --  Joan Jett
Don’t Speak  --  No Doubt
Jar of Hearts  --  Christina Perry
Black Eyes Blue Tears  --  Shania Twain
Control  --  Puddle of Mudd
Fighter  --  Christina Aguilera
Call Me When Your Sober  --  Evanescence
She Fuckin’ Hates Me  --  Puddle of Mudd
S&M Remix  --  Rhianna/Brittnay Spears
Addicted  --  Saving Abel
Whataya Want from Me  --  Adam Lambert
I Believe in this Thing Called Love (The Darkness)
I gotta Through This  --  Daniel Bedingfield
Stormy  --  Hedley
This  --  Darius Rucker
When You Kiss Me  --  Shania Twain
Fall for You  --  Secondhand Serenade
Sad  --  Maroon 5

Excerpts: - please pick one.  

Excerpt #1

 “I wouldn’t eat any of that if I were you.”
She turned so quickly we almost bumped heads. I pulled back slightly and her lips we so close to mine as she looked up into my eyes.
“And why’s that?”
Fuck Zander…pull it together. “Well look around the room. Do you see all these guys here?
“Yes.” Her voice was just above a whisper as she scanned the room before focusing back on me.
I took just a few seconds to look at her curious eyes, when I felt my heartbeat slow just enough, I continued.
“Well imagine that at least half of them have had their hands inside that bowl of chips.” I paused for just a second allowing her to think about it. “And then imagine that at least seventy five percent of those have used the bathroom without washing their hands after.” Her nose wrinkled up in the cutest way. I struggled with the chuckle I felt in my chest. “You see where I’m going with this?”
Her nostrils flared and she took a deep breath. “Oh…that’s really gross.”
I couldn’t help it; this time I laughed. “Yep, it’s honestly pretty nasty.”
When she laughed and her eyes fluttered I almost lost it. Damn she was sexy. She wasn’t sleazy sexy…not at all. She was what my mom would have referred to as Beautiful sexy. She wasn’t throwing herself at me to gain my full attention. She was dressed pretty hot but yet covered up.
“You’re staring.”
Shit…I shook my head just a little. She had caught me. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. It’s your lips and your eyes.”
“Smooth.”
“What? You want me to lie?”
She bit her lower lip and I could see the smile pulling at the side of her mouth.
“You’re kind of distracting.”
Her eyebrows shot up as she stared at me.
“Oh, really? Would you mind explaining how I’m distracting you?"
I was mentally counting to ten. I so needed to breathe. My mind was racing. I was usually pretty relaxed around girls. I needed to climb out of my head…I was working myself up entirely too much.
Okay, Zander time to man up. I reached out and traced my fingertip across her cheekbone just below her left eye. “You’re eyes remind me of the sky just before it storms. That hazy blue color…it’s really unique.”
She watched me with no reaction, nothing. I let my hand fall back down and was about to say something to break the silence when she broke out in laughter. Not just a little giggle…I mean a hunched over heavy as hell laugh. Her eyes seemed to gloss over and I watched in confusion. I stood in front of this gorgeous girl watching as she continued to laugh at me.
“What?” I had to ask because I was lost.
Once she calmed herself enough to answer she spoke. “So does that shit really work for you? I mean that was a pretty lame ass pick up line.” She placed her hand on my cheek and took a step toward me. “Your eyes look like the sky right before the perfect storm.” Then she laughed again.
Fuck I was really bombing…big time.
I smiled, “I’m being serious. Have you ever fucking looked closely at your eyes? I’m not trying to spout lame pickup lines. I mean it.”
She pulled her hand back and I missed it instantly.
“What’s your name?”
Maybe I didn’t bomb as bad as I had thought.
“Zander…What’s yours?”
She brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Son of a bitch I was acting like such a pussy. She was so fuckin’ beautiful. She had me forgetting how to breathe.
“I’m Riley and Zander it was really nice to meet you. Thanks for the laugh.”
She handed me a full bottle of beer and walked away. That’s right, she fucking walked away. I watched her disappear into the crowd of people. I watched until I could no longer see her before I hung my head and turned back toward to Beth.
When I looked up she was laughing so hard she literally fell sideways into Mark’s lap. I walked in their direction and flopped down next to her, “Fuck off Beth. Seriously just fuck off.”
She patted my back, “What’s wrong Z…wasn’t she impressed?”
I shook her off, “I panicked.” I hung my head in defeat.
Her laughter broke out once more and I couldn’t help it, I laughed too. What the hell was wrong with me? I know how to charm a girl. I had done it a million times. For some reason Riley had me stumbling at every turn. She wasn’t a girl that fell for the everyday charm…she was tougher.
 

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Torn from You by Nashoda Rose Review

Let me start off by saying this is not the usual book I read but wanted to give it a try. That being said OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! I loved this book the first page to the last!

Emily meets Sculpt at a underground fight and asks him to teach her to fight. Well doesn't really ask but demands it. They see each other for 2 months before he takes her V card. The next thing you know she is being kidnapped and thrown into the world of sex slavery.

Logan  aka Sculpt has had such a horrid life life and when Emily is taken from him and he shows up in her nightmare of a reality you think OMG he is here to save her....but this book is so full of ups and downs and trows you left and right like no other book I have read.

I swear I was breaking for Emily and everything that happened to her. She was such a fighter and you feel like you are there for everything that goes on. I cried I laughed and everything in between. This is one of those books you count down the days tell the next one comes out just so you can get your fix!

Friday, January 24, 2014

Hot Shots by Ann Marsh, Lynn LaFleur, Stacey Kennedy Review

Hot Shots is  3 short stories put together in one book. I really enjoyed all 3 stories. Although "Fired Up" by Anne Marsh and "Five-Alarm Masquerade" by Stacey Kennedy were my favorite. 

They all three have something or another to do with firefighter and lets face it we all love a hot and steamy man willing to jump into a fire to save you or someone else. 

The books are full of sexier then sin men and hot steamy women, when they collide its full blown flames that no one wants to put out. This is a nice little read if you are looking for a few short stories to spend time with this is the book for you. 


Just One Night Sex, Love & Stiletto Series by Lauren Layne Review

Just one night is book three in the series. Although I have not read the other two books, I was able to read this book and really enjoy it. I was not lost even though I didn't read the other books.

Riley is a writer in the Stilettos magazine, she is the SEX expert. Or so thinks millions of people. When in reality Riley has only been with one man once in collage and well let just say it.....IT SUCKED!

Sam is a hot kind of damaged man, that happened to be a family friend and Riley's older brothers best friend. He has had a messed up past with a hell of a crappy mother but he try's his best to do what he loves which is making Whisky.

Riley has to do a big story for the magazines 50th yr anniversary and it has to be personal which is not the best thing seeing as she has almost NO experience in the sex department. So she comes up with this awesome idea.....convince sam to do the dirty with her and write about that.

Sam and Riley have been attracted to each other since they met forever ago but have never acted on it. Well thats all about to change if Riley has anything to do with it.

Can they get threw all the hurdles and be together? Guess your just going to have to read and find out and let me tell you...YOU WANT TO FIND OUT! It's a HOT HOT HOTT ride to be on!

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Wish for You by Marquita Valentine RELEASED!!

Wish for you is now released, Go check it out!! Here is a little snip-it's to get you good a hooked.

#1- Lacey- My throat gets all lumpy again, and I bite my lip to keep from crying.
For him to get so mad over me telling him that we can’t kiss anymore… that we had to go back to being only friends again. I just don’t get it. After all, it was just a kiss or two, nothing life altering

Okay, so it was more than just one kiss or two. It was tons of kisses, tons of his hands on my face and shoulders. His hands coasting down the sides of my body, tenderly and carefully, as if he was afraid I might break. His lips crushing mine. His breath becoming mine. I was his, and though we never did more than that, though his hands stayed on top of my clothes… I felt branded by him.

#2 - Wyatt- This beautiful girl, leaning against the door to our shared apartment, is practically shaking, her face devoid of color. Only this time, she holds my hand to her heart instead of pushing me away. This time, her eyes are closed, auburn lashes resting on her pale cheeks, while she trusts me to help her. Her pink lips part as she breathes, as she tries to get control, and I stand there helpless, trying to protect her, trying to help her, and trying not be pissed off at the mixed signals she’s giving.
But in the end, I’m the man who loves her, the man who’ll always love her, and I’ll always protect her, even from things that don’t go bump in the night, even when she tells me she doesn’t need me.

Coming Home by Priscilla Glenn RELEASED!!!

Excerpt #1 from Coming Home


“Do you want to be alone?” she asked.
Danny turned to her, his eyes meeting hers before he shook his head.
“Okay,” Leah said gently, and he released her hand as she put the car in park and cut the engine.
They rode the elevator up to his apartment in silence; Danny’s eyes were trained on the floor as he chewed the inside of his lip, and Leah rested her head on his shoulder until they arrived at his floor.
He seemed distracted as he opened the door to his apartment, and Leah followed him inside, putting her purse on the entryway table.
“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” she asked.
“No,” he murmured. “Thank you.”
He was standing in the living room with his back to her, and she walked over to him, placing her hands on the sides of his waist as she rested her forehead against the back of his shoulder. After a few seconds, he turned to face her, and Leah lifted her head, looking up at him.
He stared down at her for a moment before he dropped his eyes, watching his hand as he hooked two fingers in the front pocket of her jeans. She saw him wet his lips, and then he gave a gentle tug, pulling her a step closer as his other hand came to the hem of her shirt, taking it between his thumb and forefinger.
Danny’s eyes were trained on his fingers as he toyed with the soft fabric, and then his knuckle grazed her belly button as he started pulling it up slowly. When her stomach quivered in response, he glanced up, his eyes meeting hers before they dropped again.
And then he slid it up a bit higher.
She lifted her arms out of reflex, and suddenly, her shirt was off. He tossed it somewhere behind her before he hooked his fingers in the front of her jeans and gave her another tug.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of her shoulder as his fingers came to the button of her jeans. She felt it pop open as he exhaled against her skin. “I’m sorry. I just…”
Leah closed her eyes as she brought her hand to the back of his head. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Take what you need.”
He made a small sound in the back of his throat as he dropped his forehead to her shoulder. “God, how do you do that?” he asked, easing her zipper down.
“Do what?” she asked softly, running her fingers through the back of his hair.
“You make it stop hurting,” he said against her skin. “Every time.”

Leah exhaled as she brought her hand to his chin, lifting his head before she brought her mouth to his.