Blog Tour & Giveaway: Masked Innocence by Alessandra Torre

Masked Innocence Blog Tour

 Masked Innocence Cover FINAL largeThe man was sinful. It wasn’t just the looks that made him dangerous, it was the cocky confidence that dominated every move, every touch. And the frustrating yet ecstatic fact about the whole package was that he could back it all up… Julia Campbell never knows what to expect with win-at-all-costs Brad De Luca. And she’s starting to like it that way. She gave up safe, conventional relationships when she let the elite divorce attorney seduce her into his world. Now that he’s determined to strip her naked of every inhibition, she’s in danger of falling too deep and too fast. But their affair begins to feel even more dangerous when a murder leaves a trail of suspicion that points straight to the mob…and Brad. Trusting a man with a bad reputation and a past full of secrets seems like a mistake. But when she’s forced to make a choice, the consequences will take her further than she could ever have imagined.


WELCOME BACK ALESSANDRA! Yes, I know she has put out other books, which I enjoyed immensely, but I’ve been waiting for this book for two long years. I wanted to know how Brad and Julia’s relationship went after Blindfold Innocence left off and I’m here to tell you that Masked Innocence is more than I expected and was surprised on the direction the author took us to. To tell you the truth, I thought this was going to be a swinger lifestyle book. I mean, we get that but it’s not the focal point. It’s so much more than that. It’s about two people who make self discoveries and with each other, starting a new journey.

Brad and Julia are like no other couple that I’ve read before. And I read a lot (like a lot, a lot) so that’s saying something. Julia knows Brad’s history with women and he makes no apologies for it. I love how Brad is so open about himself. Especially when he talks about his past lovers that Julia doesn’t dwell on it. It’s where it is, in the past. I love how they accept each others past and build to the now and future. I love their honesty. I love how they call out bullshit. I love how there is no jealousy. I love their bantering. I love their openness in their communication. Towards the end, there’s the restaurant scene that absolutely blew me away. Basically, I just love this couple. This couple is new to me because of all that I listed above. Their story just flows perfectly.

Let’s get down to the sex. I don’t know how the author does it but JEEZUS, does she know how to write some pretty amazing fucking sex/love scenes. I’m a visual person so imagine my mind going full throttle with what I read. There’s an office scene…I had to turn on the fan with that one. Smokin’. Scorchin’. Just. Fucking. Hot. Aaaaand how could I forget the orgy party. Or the threesome. There’s slight m/m and there’s some f/f/m action. Brad has this highly sexual appetite and Julia is more than capable to fulfill his needs.

The author writes some of the best dialogue between a man and woman. PERIOD. Hell, some of the best writing I’ve come across. She’s taking us to the next level with her mad writing skills and I’m here to say to put her on your TBR pile STAT. You will not be disappointed.

Favorite lines:

“Open your mouth.”

“God, I need you, Julia, so fucking bad.”

“You are someone I could fall in love with.”


Gorgeous, sexy, and feral, the closer we came to the party, the more intense Brad’s eyes became. He was aroused, I realized. He had taken only one item from Carlos, a black executioner’s hood. I was both scared and excited to see what it would look like on.
We got in the car and I waited till the driver shut the door before I turned to him. “I-”
His mouth was on me before I got the second word out. He cupped my chin in his hand and took my mouth with his. He pulled hard on my neck and I leaned forward, his other hand grabbing to pull me on his lap. I straddled him, grinding against his crotch while we kissed. His hands gripped my ass and then traveled in between my legs, and he pulled away from my mouth with a sexy scowl when he felt my panties.
“What’s this?” he murmured, sliding a finger underneath my thong and dipping inside me, causing my eyes to close and my breath to hitch.
“I think they’re called panties,” I whispered, pushing against his hand, wanting more than his finger inside of me.
“You are already wet…” he breathed in wonder, sliding a second finger in with the first, stretching my pussy tight around his digits and moving them together in wonderful unison.
I groaned and ground against him, and he slowly withdrew his fingers, sliding his wet fingers over my clit and then away, and my eyes popped open, missing the pleasure. I pouted down at him.
“I want to keep you hot for the party,” he said gruffly. He looked up at me, smiling in the darkness. “You look so different.”
I tilted my head, grinning. “Good different?”
“I like the normal you better. This is good though, makes me feel like I’m with a strange woman.”
I bit my lip and looked at him deviously. “Strange woman can be bad.”
“I like bad,” he whispered, and I felt his fingers brush my sensitive skin, once again tugging at the lace of my thong.


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Alessandra Torre headshotAlessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. The sequel to Blindfolded, Masked Innocence, will be released in February 2014.

Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie. Learn more about Alessandra on her website at, or you can find her on Twitter (@ReadAlessandra) or her Facebook fanpage.

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Blog Tour: Angels in Leather (Rebels On Bikes #1) by Bella Jewel

Meadow was on the run.  Her father, as he died made her promise to run and deliver the package.  She knows if he catches her she’s dead.  He killed her father so he wouldn’t stop at killing her either, would he?  They used to be friends, he saved her life.  Meadow knows that something changed him into the dark person he is today.
Axel, the President of the Angels in Leather, needs to get his hands on Meadow and the information her father gave her.  They used to be friends, but the second her father betrayed him, he changed.  He is angry, dark and out to get what he wants and doesn’t care if he hurts Meadow to get it.
Meadow at times wants to stop the running.  She knows that if Axel gets his hands on her that it won’t be good, but she is a fighter and she promised her dad that she would deliver that package.  She hates Axel now.  He killed her father, took the only parent she had away from her.  She has been attracted to him for years but knows that he isn’t the same guy who used to come by and see her.  He is dark and mean and nothing like the man she used to know.  Seeing how much he had changed really hurt her, especially when he does something she never thought he would do just to get information.
Axel is seriously is screwed up.  He was betrayed by Meadow’s father and suffered at the hands of a rival MC.  He has nightmares, he isn’t the same person he used to be.  He is darker, angrier, a massive asshole and out to get that package from Meadow and doesn’t care what it takes to do it either, even if it means taking her life.  He knows that he has basically shut down all of his emotions but Meadow brings out more than hate or anger.  He doesn’t want to care about her but yet when her life is threatened (by someone else mind you) he protects her even while at the same time he is competing for the asshole of the year award.
When Axel and Meadow finally come together it is explosive, hot and dirty.  Axel’s issues, make him want sex a certain way and when he finds out that Meadow will give it to him it is almost like they were meant for each other.  Meadow helps to heal Axel even when she doesn’t know exactly what happened to him.  When tragedy strikes you see how much these two are a part of each other.  The connection is there from the start but the journey is not just a painful one but one that could have had them hating each other forever.
I really loved this book.  Angels In Leather at times is a dark, dirty read that had me addicted from the start.  It also is sexy and shows that even damaged people can be healed by the right person.  I couldn’t put this book down once I started and wanted more instantly when I finished.  Bella Jewel knows how to write an MC series and has not disappointed me yet. 
There are others who have made comments in regards to another series by another author who I also happen to love that have stated that Angels In Leather has aspects of that other series because the male character has issues, is an alpha, an asshole and dominant in not only his actions but words at the same time.  I am going to say that I am sorry but Angels In Leather is it’s OWN story, with it’s OWN characters and come on people let’s face it all MC books have some things in common but that does not mean that one author used what another has written for their own. Saying that only one author can have the alpha asshole depraved biker who has suffered something that marked them is like saying that no one else can have blue eyes because you do.  It just is immature and hurtful. 
Ms. Jewel has stated that this MC series will be the last she writes and Ms. Jewel if you are reading this review, please continue and don’t stop as the fans of your books want more.

“Fight me, don’t you stop,” Axel breathes into my ear. “I won’t hurt you, Cricket,” he murmurs, running his finger down the side of my face. “But I need you to fight.”
So, that’s what I do. 
I start by squirming, trying to twist my body around. He presses his body against mine, and reaches up, tangling his fingers into the fence. He thrusts his hips, ramming both out bodies harder into the wire. I groan, and throw my head back, hitting him in the face. He snarls, and takes my hands, quickly uncuffing me before pulling them harshly behind my back and jerking my body back into his. 
I hear the cuffs drop onto the ground. 
I guess he’s letting me play this fairly.
“Stop that,” he rasps into my ear. “I’ll make it hurt if you do that again.”
“Maybe I want it to hurt,” I hiss, fisting my hands together and shoving them backwards into his stomach. 
He stumbles off me with a grunt, and I spin around, ducking to the left and attempting to run. I don’t get two steps before Axel lashes out, taking my ankle and pulling me so hard I go down into the dirt. My face just misses being smashed into it by mere centimeters. Axel flattens his body over mine, and takes my head in his hands, jerking my head back by my hair and breathing down on me. “You’re being a bad girl,” he husks, running a finger down the side of my face. 
“You’re not letting me play fair,” I whisper. “I was cuffed before, it wasn’t a fair chase.”
I feel his weight lift off me, and he jerks me up, pulling me into a standing position. 
“Run, then. I’ll give you five seconds, and if I catch you again, Meadow, I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs, then his eyes grow lusty. “Hard.” I turn without answering, and I run into the trees at the back of the lot. I hear Axel counting loudly, and my body shivers. I am sweating now, and my breathing is hard and ragged, but the chase is so worth that. I hear Axel take off after me, and I squeal with delight as I weave through the trees. It’s dark, but I can see enough because of the lights surrounding the club house. 
“The minute I get hold of you,” Axel yells. “I’m goin’ to rip your panties down and put my dick so deep inside you, you’re goin’ to scream.” I shiver, and swallow. I make my way to the fence line again, and I press myself against it for a second, letting my eyes scan the trees. “Then I’m goin’ to kiss you so hard your lips will bleed.”
Oh my. 
I take off, using the fence line as a guide to get back to the other end of the lot. I can hear Axel to my left, and I know he’s gaining on me, but if I run, it’ll make a lot of noise and he’ll figure out where I am. 
“Come out come out wherever you are,” he sings. “You know I’ll make you come so much your legs will give way.”
I feel a smile on my face as I keep moving along the fence, keeping my body plastered against it. I can feel my own arousal dampening my panties, and now I’m eager for him to get his hands on me. I want to know what he’s got to give. 
“You can run, Cricket, but you can’t hide.”


Author Bio

Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She’s crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell’s Knights was released in August 2013.
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Cover Reveal: Strobe by Holly Stephens

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Strobe, simply put, is a voyeur’s playground. A place where people can heighten their sexual awareness, play with fire, and combust all under the same roof. It’s a place where people come together and a place that can push people apart.

Sloane Renard knows sex.

She knows what the textbooks tell her. She doesn’t know her world is about to be torn upside down by one man. A man who will push her limits and force her to see herself in a new light.

Lennox Coymns knows sex.

He knows how to push the boundaries outside of the bedroom. He doesn’t know that one woman is about to make him question everything he thought he knew. A woman who will see past the man he is and into the man he could be.

As Lennox teaches Sloane about the world of voyeurism, she learns more than how to let herself be free with sex; she learns how to be confident and sexy- the kind of woman Lennox desires.

But can sex and love keep themselves separated or will these two fall under the dark spell that is the hypnotizing lights of Strobe?

*Recommended for ages 18+ due to sexual situations.

People have often told Holly that she lives in a fantasy world. Little did they know, she was building an empire of stories in her head to one day share. She’s a mother first, a wife second, and a writer third. Holly is so thankful to have been given this chance to get her stories out of her head and onto paper.

When she’s not writing, Holly sells plumbing (no she’s not kidding) and reads romances that leave her heart a flutter. She know a ridiculous amount of pop culture information and can quote certain movies word for word. Music drives her to write and to also sing off key.

Her first novel, Second Rate Chances, is available at Barnes and Noble and Amazon.

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Cover Reveal: Number Thirteen by Bella Jewel

Expected Release Date: March 17, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
**AUTHOR NOTE – This is NOT a BDSM Romance**


1927208_222980111237944_948817681_nWe’re thirteen girls, captive, slave to our master. A master we’ve never seen. Obedience will become all we know in our shallow existence. It is the only emotion we’re permitted to feel. When we’re bad, we’re punished. When we’re good, we’re rewarded. Our scars run deep. Yet we survive, because we have to… because HE teaches us to. All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are. He has us for a reason, but it’s a reason we don’t know. We’ve never seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it. Then something changed. He showed me who he truly is. Now I want him. I’ll go against everything I know to be with him.
A monster.
My monster.
Loving him is a sin, but a sinner I am. I won’t stop until I see every part of him. Even the parts he keeps locked deep down inside.
I am Number Thirteen, and this is my story. No one said it was pretty, or right, but it’s mine.

My boots crunch in the yellow autumn leaves as I walk towards the schoolyard. I didn’t want to come today, but Momma told me I had no choice. She said school is for smart kids, and if I don’t go, then how am I ever going to get smart? I could get smart, the man on the television tells me everything I need to know. But she claims that I can’t make friends with the man on the television, that the only way to make friends is to go to school. I could have told her that I don’t need friends to be successful, but she’d only tell me I’m being silly. So I came to school. I didn’t tell her that there are bullies here, or that every day they push me around and shove me into lockers. That would make me sound weak, and now that my dad is working, and my brother is away because he didn’t like the school here, I’ve had to become the man of the house. There’s no room for weakness. Momma tells me bullies pick on the kids who are victims. I think she’s wrong. I’m not a victim; I’m just a kid. They pick on me because I’m different. I don’t look at the girls like they do; I don’t try to sneak out to parties. I’m only thirteen. I’m just there to learn, then I go home and I take care of my family, because, I’m the man of the house. Like I said. The shrill sound of the school bell ringing, tells me I’m late. I pick up into a jog, rounding the corner and into the schoolyard. It’s a cool winter day, and I have to pinch my coat together to stop it from flapping in the icy breeze. I can see the students piling in the front doors, and I turn my jog into a run. I’m focusing so heavily on the doors, that I don’t see them. A strong hand lashes out, catching hold of my sleeve and tugging me into the alleyway that runs down beside my school. I always knew this alley was dangerous. My body is slammed against a hard wooden fence, and I set eyes on my bullies. Four of them. They’re all bigger than me, all of them on the football team. They’re from a few grades up, and they’ve just turned sixteen. The leader of the group, Marcel, steps forward first. He scrunches his nose in disgust, as if I’ve just dragged myself out of a gutter, as if I’m offending him. He leans in close, and I can smell cigarettes on his breath. Smoking is not cool. “You’ve been trying to avoid me, Will. Did you really think you could hide at home with Mommy, and never have to come out again?” I stare at him, wondering why he chose me to pick on. I didn’t even know his name until he flagged me down and shoved my head down a toilet six months ago. I was just a kid, keeping my head down, studying and learning like I should. Now here I am, pressed against a fence, wondering why they decided I was good enough to take extra special effort to attack. I don’t bother answering him; it’ll only make him worse. My answers won’t make a difference. If I answer, I’m wrong. If I don’t answer, I’m wrong. “Are you fucking mute, you little cunt?” My body jerks. I hate that word, it’s so…vulgar. I let my eyes move to the four other guys standing like protective pack animals around Marcel. I don’t know their names; they’re not significant enough. The tall boy with orange hair looks nervous, like he knows what’s about to happen could put him in a world of trouble – but he’s still here, still making the choice to stay. The other two guys are stony faced, and fully aware of their part in this attack. I still don’t answer him. If I just let them beat me, it’ll go away quicker. “You’re a freak, Will, do you know that?” Marcel hisses, leaning in closer. Of course I know that. I wouldn’t be pinned against a fence if I didn’t know that. Bullies are so dumb. Marcel raises his fist, and brings it down over my face, cracking my nose so hard blood spurts onto his shirt. I don’t cry out, because that’s what he wants, but the pain radiating through my head is nearly enough to make me beg. Nearly. Marcel takes hold of my shirt, and his grey eyes scan my face. He’s panting, as though I’ve shoved him into an alley and challenged him. Like this is my fault. The world is twisted like that, and it’s a lesson I’ve learned the hard way. “You know,” he growls, locking eyes with me. “I heard my girl saying how handsome you were the other day. Do you know how much it sucks to have my girl saying that a freak is handsome? Especially a freak that’s only what? Thirteen years old? Your dick would be no bigger than a tube of damned lipstick, yet she thinks you’re handsome!” I wouldn’t know how much it sucks to have a girl say that, because I don’t have a girl. Again, bullies are dumb. “Don’t answer me, you little twerp. It doesn’t matter. I will make sure by the time you leave this alley; you’re not handsome anymore. I won’t have my competition being some little weasel that can’t even speak.” I taste blood filling my mouth, and my nose is pounding so heavily I’m almost sure I can hear my own heart in my head. I don’t take my eyes from Marcel. They say look danger right in the eye; it gives you power and strength. I don’t feel powerful right now, in fact, I don’t really feel anything. Someone like me doesn’t fight, I’m the underdog, and underdogs are weak. Everyone knows it. Marcel reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a pocket knife. The heart that feels like it’s in my head begins thumping even harder. I try not to show fear, I try to stand tall and take what he dishes out with strength, but that’s not so easy when your attacker is waving around a pocket knife. “She said it was your eyes,” he begins, lazily tracing circles on his palm with the blade. “She said they’re the most stunning eyes she’s ever seen. Like the ocean.” I didn’t know my eyes were like the ocean. He takes hold of my shirt, yanking me close. “No one is more appealing to my girl, than me.” They say bad things happen in slow motion, they’re right. I feel Marcel throw me down onto the floor. I feel every movement as my body slammed into the dirt. I feel his body weight coming over me, his knees pinning me down as I squirm. I feel his friend take my arms, pulling them above my head, while another puts a hand over my mouth. With my nose pouring with blood, that makes it difficult to breathe. I feel the knife ripping into my skin as I thrash my head from side to side, and I can feel the blood pouring down the sides of my face. Each time he attempts to stab me, I move and the knife only slices through the skin around my eye. My pained wails fill the alley, but no one comes to help me. No one is around in the one moment of my life that I need them. I know what I’ll remember most about that day, and that is the moment he finally manages to drive the knife into my eye. I don’t feel pain, not right away. Instead I hear the popping sound, as his blade pierces right through. Then I feel pressure as he twists. It’s only when he yanks it out of its socket, that I start to scream. Then the pain is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Words cannot begin to explain the horror I feel as darkness begins to invade my body. I know my face is covered in blood, because it drips down to soak my hair. I know I bite his friends hand so hard I nearly take off his finger. I don’t know what they’re saying, or even acknowledge the moment when they run away. All I know was that I am bleeding to death in an alley, missing an eye. Red fills my vision as the blood begins to cover every part of my face. I know I’m still screaming, even though I can’t hear it. All I can hear is an excessive ringing in my ears. I can’t even move my hands to cover my eye, in an attempt to protect the empty socket. I can do nothing but lay and scream, witnessing a pain that I’ll never witness again in my life, and wondering what I did to deserve it. No one deserves to die. But I do die that day. And in my place, a monster is born.

About the Author

Bella JewelBella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She’s crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell’s Knights was released in August 2013.

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Blog Tour and Giveaway: Nabbed in New Zealand by Christine Edwards

Nabbed in New Zealand is yet another kidnap erotic romance by Christine Edwards. This one is a bit more a stretch than the first two, but it’s just as hot. You just have to take that leap of faith. Trust me, it’s worth it! This is a HOT story!
Valla is on a camping trip in New Zealand. Along the way she sees/kind of meets, a really hot guy called Judge. It looks like something might happen between them, but alas, it doesn’t! Well….then it does. Valla gets kidnapped from her tent. When she wakes up, she sees Judge.
Judge and Valla embark on a strange relationship at that point. Judge is 100% Alpha male dominant. He demands submission from Valla. Valla is fighting this attraction and submission to Judge. He’s given her a way out, a safe word, but she never uses it. She does try to escape, but Judge catches her and punishes her.
Over time, Valla falls for Judge and Judge falls for her. The problem? She’s been kidnapped and people are looking for her. How will she explain this? How will she explain it in a way that will keep Judge out of jail?
The stretch comes in that Valla never used her safe word. She never tried it. But again, having never been kidnapped, I don’t know that I would have had the presence of mind to use it! Plus, who knows if the kidnapper would have actually honored it.
I kind of wonder if Valla’s attraction to Judge is more Stockholm Syndrome. However, she was already attracted to him when she woke up in his house. They had already kissed. Plus, he provided something she had always been looking for, someone to take charge. He gave her what she wanted but didn’t know she needed.
The ending worked nicely. We got everything tied up in nice neat bows and Valla and Judge got their HEA. Along the way, we got some hot romance and super sexy love scenes. I loved it!

So, take the leap of faith! Jump in! You’ll enjoy it! Bring on the Judge!


“And now, ladies and gents, hot on her awesome friend’s heels, we have another lovely American named Valla who has come to sing for us all the way from a state called South Carolina. Let’s have a big Kiwi welcome for Valla!”
Oh. My. God. Fuuuuccccck ….
At this moment in time, Mick’s alcohol-related prediction has come true. Thank goodness for the invention of strong beer. Here goes nothing ….
“Step on up, little lady. Good God, do you all agree that these Americans here tonight all look like they stepped right off the pages of Maxim, boys? Wow! Here’s the mic, little Valla, and I’m excited because I haven’t played this terrific song for anyone in quite a while. Now I have to ask, is there any lucky bloke in particular you would like to dedicate this to tonight? If not, I’m sure there will be plenty of them waiting for you when you finish.”
I dip my head and say into the mic, “Let’s just say that he knows exactly who he is … and the feeling is mutual.”
“Woooooh!” the DJ and drunken crowd call out. “I suppose we have a little game of clue going on with this song then! Have at it, little gal.”
Fiona Apple’s “Criminal” fills the room. I know the song by heart and the suggestive, coy lyrics seem perfectly fitting for the lust that is mounting in me for this complete stranger. Just as the first sensual words fall from my lips, I land him with a ‘give it to me now, bad boy’ heated stare. He about drops his beer as every muscle in his body goes as tense as a two-by-four.
I let the opening line flow from my lips, letting him know what a bad girl I’ve been, as I watch him innocently through my long lashes. I thought that I would have trouble getting through it but the way he’s watching me, nearly transfixed, makes me feel as if we are the only two people left on the planet. Two people who want each other with a tangible passion.
My confidence is building as I continue on, swinging my hips to and fro. My long hair swishes across my lower back as I croon on about needing to be taught a lesson by a man like him. The submissive suggestion is sinfully blatant.
Even at this distance I can make out the thick ridge of his impressive cock straining against the front of his jeans. Or maybe my imagination is in overdrive …. My heart rate thunders as Fiona’s luscious lyrics pour out of my mouth, sung only for him, my sexy New Zealand mystery man.

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Erotic Romance Author Christine Edwards grew up in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor’s degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South Carolina. Christine has a special place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. She continues to publish stories that immerse readers in exotic and realistic geographic settings amid interesting subcultures of adult life.

Within the vein of BDSM romance, her main focus is on loving, multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty heroines. She adores snow skiing, traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family. Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort, SC.

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Review: Naughty in Norway by Christine Edwards

While studying abroad in Norway for a semester, Vail witnesses a murder. Alreck whisks her away, without her consent, and takes her to his cabin in Northern Norway. She’s strangely attracted to him even though he holds her against her will. He’s mysterious, he dangerous, and he’s HOT!
Vail has no clue why Alreck has kidnapped her. He won’t tell her. He just keeps her captive. Vail tries to escape. It almost takes her life when she fails. After Alreck catches her, he saves her life and keeps her captive.
I enjoyed this story immensely. Christine Edwards writes characters you love. You may want to smack them sometimes for doing stupid stuff, but you still love them. I mean afterall, we all want to smack the ones we love from time to time!
Vail frustrated me a bit. I figured out early on why Alreck took her. I couldn’t see why she didn’t figure it out. But then, I’ve never been in her situation, so I may not have figured it out either. It’s easier when you’re on the outside looking in.
Alreck is the original bad boy. He’s hot, mysterious and while he gives off the bad boy vibe, he’s really quite nice. Just don’t tell him I said so! Alreck would do anything for Vail and he does!
One of the things I really liked about this story was the HEA. It wasn’t an automatic HEA. There was some time and space between Vail and Alreck before they got their HEA. I also like that Vail wasn’t the one that had to give things up to get Alreck. He came after her. A bad boy knight in tarnished armor!

I’m really liking this series. I’m actually not sure it is a series, but it seems like it. None of the stories are related to each other. They just have a central theme running through them! Christine Edwars has managed to make kidnapping HOT!

Release Blitz & Giveaway: Love, Your Concierge by Jessica Ingro

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Love, Your Concierge Front CoverOrganization – that’s what I do. Control – it’s my middle name. Hello. I’m Elizabeth – your personal concierge. My job is to play fairy godmother to the rich and famous. The universal rulebook may say to never mix business with pleasure, but its author never worked for Grant Morgan, my sexy and brooding client. As a top attorney in Manhattan, Grant is used to calling the shots and dominating everything he touches. He also changes girlfriends as often as I pick up his dry cleaning. A part of me still wishes I could let him command my body and take me in ways I’ve never imagined, though. One moment of weakness is all it takes to change everything forever. Addicted – I can’t get enough of him. Consumed – He’s all I think and dream about. The book has officially been thrown out the window. I’m in love and completely terrified. With lines blurred, I find myself lying, cheating and stealing to protect myself from being hurt. But my choices affect more than just me and now I’m not so sure what I’m trying to protect myself from. Will love be enough to erase all I’ve done? Or have I made the biggest mistake of all?  


© Jessica Ingro

I walked slowly down the hall wanting to prolong the inevitable. Maybe Grant was angry because he had to wait for his file. That could be the only real reason. It couldn’t have anything to do with me. The man didn’t even know me and with any luck, he wouldn’t recognize me from the club either. The chances were slim that he’d realize it was me, so I wasn’t sure why I was even that concerned. It was silly really. I was nobody in the life and times of Grant Morgan.

When I reached the partially open door, I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” was barked out in a deep, rich voice that coated my skin like the finest silk.

I pushed the door open further and timidly stepped into the room. My stomach was a bundle of nerves, and I felt my body sweating in places that were very unladylike.

The room was bright. The wall opposite the door was made up of large windows with dark, wood shelving below it. Different items and pictures graced the shelves along with a scattering of books. On the farthest wall was a wet bar and a doorway to what appeared to be a bathroom. On the opposite wall there was a large, masculine wood desk. His office screamed “man”. There was no denying this was his space. I itched to take in all the personal things in this room, to find out more about the man who occupied it. There was more character here than there was in his whole condo.

Grant was standing behind the desk in a three-piece suit, minus the jacket. A quick glance showed me it was draped over one of the chairs in front of the desk. His hair was perfectly coiffed, showcasing a slight wave and begging for your fingers to run through it. His crisp, light blue dress shirt was accentuated by a navy blue vest and dress slacks. His blue and gold striped tie matched perfectly to the gold buttons on his vest. The suit was clearly tailored and fit him like a glove.

He was utterly fuckable. There was no other way to describe him. Unless you were within a ten foot radius of the man himself, you would never truly know what that statement meant. It had to have been created just to describe him.

“Ms. Ward. It took you long enough to get here. I presume you have the file I need.”

Breaking myself out of my stupor, I rushed to his desk as he rounded it. As I handed the folder to him, our fingers brushed. Instinctively, I tried to pull away from the charge I got from his touch, but his hand engulfed mine, and I found my body swaying closer to him. The folder dropped between us, and papers flew everywhere. I vaguely registered that though, because my breathing was fast and my heart was racing as I looked up into his face. Being in the position to touch Grant Morgan could very well make a nun question her celibacy. His scent was utterly masculine. His cologne was both citrusy and woodsy, and I found myself wanting to sniff him.

I could see something working behind his eyes, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was a penetrating look, and it scared the crap out of me, so I decided I probably didn’t want to know what it meant.

My face flushed with embarrassment at the situation, and I ducked my head, hoping to hide my riotous emotions. I had no way to explain why he made me feel the way he did. I didn’t even recognize myself when I was around him.

Without any warning, Grant set me away from him and bent down to pick up the fallen papers. I dropped to my hands and knees and started scrambling to help, completely flustered that I was so clumsy.

“I am so, so sorry, Mr. Morgan,” I mumbled as I moved quickly on the floor.

Grant cleared his throat, and I looked over my shoulder to see him now standing and clearly staring at my behind. His eyes were heated and his voice was rough when he said, “Please get up off the floor, Ms. Ward.”

I jumped up as quickly as I could and smoothed my hands down my pants. “Yes of course. I’m truly sorry.”

It was as if I was a child being scolded by a parent or a teacher.

Grant rubbed his thumb slowly back and forth over his bottom lip as he studied me, and I tried not to squirm. Something about him was just so intense, and to be honest, a little scary. He was an enigma to me… Hot, yet cold. Sexy as hell, yet completely intimidating.

“So, we finally meet. I must say, you are more impressive face to face,” he surprised me by saying.

What the hell was that all about? Was he complimenting me? No, it had to have been a sarcastic jab at my less than stellar delivery of his case files.

“Tell me, Ms. Ward. Are you enjoying working for me so far? It’s been what now? A week? Two?”

“A week, Sir,” I croaked out of my parched throat. This just kept getting better and better.

Grant walked over to the wet bar and poured some water into a glass for me, before returning and handing the much needed liquid to me.

“Ah, yes. So, are you enjoying yourself?” He watched closely as I drank the cold water and licked the stray moisture from my lips.

I sat in one of the chairs across from his desk and set my glass on the desk in front of me. How the hell did I answer that? I’d barely done anything for him yet. It wasn’t like he was really challenging me like some of my clients. If anything, it was an easy transition taking him on. Ms. Litchfield gave pretty damn clear and concise instructions on what he needed done. And what did it matter if I enjoyed working for him? Shouldn’t I be concerned with whether or not he was pleased with my work so far?

“Yes, Sir. But the uh… better question would be… um… are you happy with me?” When I said that, his eyes flared and his gaze grew more acute.

“Oh yes. I’m very pleased with you so far. So tell me. Do you frequent the White Rabbit often?”

I just about fell out of my chair when he asked me that. He did recognize me and now I felt like a total ass. How could I have let myself act so loose and inappropriately?

“No, Sir. Not very often. I was visiting with some friends. Were you there the other night?” In an attempt to regain my composure, I chose to play dumb about seeing him there. Maybe he would think it was all a misunderstanding. He was far enough away where I could still pretend I didn’t recognize him. We were in a club, damn it. There were people all over the place, dancing in and out of my line of sight. It was a real possibility.

“Oh, I was there Ms. Ward. And you very well know it.” He sat in his chair behind the desk and leaned back, clearly amused that he backed me into a corner with no choice but to acknowledge my behavior.

“Hmmm… perhaps you do look familiar.”

I sat, shocked when he tipped his head back and laughed. The sound was beautiful. Damn.

“Yes, perhaps I do. So, Ms. Ward…”

“Elizabeth,” I interrupted him and prayed he was going to put me out of my misery and change the subject.

“Elizabeth,” he conceded. “I noticed you were friends with Valentina Leokov. Are you close with her?”

When he mentioned Nik’s wife, Tina, I was surprised. It was as if we were playing twenty questions, and I wasn’t enjoying it. What did he care if we were close? I needed to shut this down.

“I suppose we are. I’m not sure that has anything to do with” I couldn’t finish my thought before he cut me off.

“I’m just trying to get to know you, Ms. Ward. Elizabeth.” He added my first name after my censured look.

“Whereas I appreciate you wanting to know more about me, that doesn’t really change our professional relationship. As I told Ms. Litchfield, I am prepared to take on any tasks you might need. Laundry, dry cleaning, running errands, planning events, and whatever else you see fit. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a full day and had to rearrange my schedule so that I could deliver your work to you.”

I stood and extended my hand, the picture of professionalism. Grant took my hand and raised it to his mouth. His sensuous, full lips grazing the skin there and causing my whole body to break out in goosebumps.

“I wouldn’t want to keep you, Elizabeth. I look forward to seeing you again. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

Spinning from how quickly he dismissed me, I walked on numb legs down the hall and out to the elevator. That man was confusing as hell.

About the Author
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Jessica is the author of the Love Square series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she’s been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world. Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.   
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Review: Claimed in Canada by Christine Edwards

There are all kinds of people in this world. Some good. Some bad. Violet had the opportunity to meet both. Two men are vying for Violet’s attentions. One of them is good, one of them is not.
Damon and Luke are at two ends of the spectrum. Luke is a blue-collar worker. He’s a logger and works with hands all day. He’s rough around the edges and a Dom. Then there’s Damon. He’s polished, a surgeon and seems like a Dom. Violet is extremely attracted to both of them.
Violet was great. She’s professional, independent and not afraid to speak her mind. She’s also a submissive. She doesn’t know it until she meets Luke.
Luke was intriguing. He’s gruff, hot, and 100% Dominant. He has a soft, playful side that complemented his gruff and domineering side. However, I found myself frustrated with him at times. Violet was new to the D/s world and he seemed like at times he expected her to know and understand what to do without much instruction. He wasn’t always clear with his instructions to Violet. Now, this being said, it just makes him more lovable because he’s not perfect. He has flaws.
Damon made a great bad guy. He was the perfect wolf in sheep’s clothing. He came across polished and professional when he was really just a sadistic ass.
The romance and scenes between Luke and Violet were hot. He’s definitely a man who knows what he wants and goes after it. Violet trusted a bit easily, but then so did I at her age.
The ending worked really well. It wasn’t an easy road for them and it shouldn’t have been. After what Violet went through, she would have some issues to work through and she took the time to do that. Luke didn’t give up on her but he also tried to giver her space to work through it. He was understanding and everything she needed.

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Girl in Love by Qaisey Quinn

She’s living her dream…

Kylie Ryans is the biggest thing to come out of Nashville since, well, since Trace Corbin. With a hit album and a powerful label behind her, she appears to be the girl who has it all.

But appearances can be deceiving.

Fresh out of rehab, Trace Corbin is ready to take on the world. Just not the girl he walked away from. Because if there’s one thing he knows for certain, it’s that the people you love are the ones who have the power to destroy you.

As their worlds collide, they’ll have to make the ultimate choice. Follow their dreams, or give it all up for love.

They say love conquers all, but for Kylie and Trace, it just might wreck everything they’ve worked for.

Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places.

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Release Blast & Giveaway: Brazen

If you like your heroes hot, the sex hotter, and a swoon-worthy romance to swoop in and save your happily ever after, Brazen has the story for you. Sinfully sexy soldiers. Alpha cops who demand control. Sweet guys with a naughty side in the bedroom. At Brazen, they’ve got the hero destined to melt your… heart. Visit the Entangled website, the Brazen Blog, follow them on Twitter, Like their Facebook page, and follow them on Pinterest.

Introducing Brazen’s Feb 24th releases:

His rival’s in his bed and this rocker is ready to play.

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When one touch isn’t enough, why resist?

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Four lessons,
no strings…

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At his majesty’s service…     
or so he thinks.     

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Letting go might be the key 
that unlocks her pleasure…

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