Blog Tour: Tainted Deception By Aleya Michelle

Ivy Maisen thinks she knows exactly what type of guy Chase Hudson is — billionaire, extremely good looking, cocky as hell, and a guy that women salivate over… 
But looks can be deceiving… 

Underneath the tuxedo, luxurious demeanor and smooth character is a bad boy covered in tattoos, piercings, the lead singer in a band, and he owns three of the clubs that Ivy frequents. 

Oh and he rides a Harley… 
Will Ivy finally open her eyes and allow herself to see the real Chase or will she reject his alter-ego and refuse his advances again and again? 

When desire is tainted with deception and lies, does that person become less desirable? 
Could love be the one thing powerful enough to push them past the deception and down to the real person underneath the facade?

When trying out a new author it is always a gamble.  What I mean by that is sometimes you find a winner, and sometimes you lose big time.  Well this time I found another winner!  Tainted Deception by Aleya Michelle was a winner for sure.  I mean hello what is not to love?  We have a rockstar billionaire!  A double whammy if I may say in the book boyfriend department.  I want a Chase/Chaser (read the book you will understand what I mean) of my very own!  Move over Ivy I am willing to fight you for him!
I am not going to divulge into the entire storyline because I want you all to just go and pick up this one and find out for yourself why Tainted Deception will have you not only wishing for a Chase of your very own but will remind you to never judge a book by it’s cover.  You never know what you may find under a tuxedo, it could be a tattooed rocker, who ends up the perfect man for you.  Make sure you have added this one to your TBR lists, I think you all will end up loving it.


Born and raised in Sydney, Australia. 
Happily married and mother of 3 gorgeous and very active boys. A true lover of reading and escaping into a book, I love to write and find solace and escape through my characters and story lines.
So excited to finally publish my debut novel Breaking my Heart in May, Book 2 Healing my Heart was released September 17th.
The third and final book in My Heart Series is Forever in my Heart and is releasing February 20th.
Favorite past times include shopping, reading, going to the beach and seeing friends. 
Music is another great love.
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Release Blitz: Bastard By J.L. Perry

My name is Carter Reynolds. I was born a bastard and I’ll die a bastard. I learnt it at a young age, and nothing and nobody can change that. I’m on a one-way path of destruction, and god help anyone who gets in my way. I hate my life. Actually, I hate pretty much everything.

That’s until I meet the kid next door. Indi-freakin’-ana. My dislike for her is instant. From the moment I lay eyes on her, she ignites something within me. She makes me feel things I thought I was incapable of feeling. I don’t like it, not one bit. When she looks at me with her big, beautiful, haunting, green eyes, it’s like she can see into the depths of my soul. It freaks me the hell out. She’s like sunshine and rainbows in my world of gloom and doom. I hate sunshine and rainbows.


I’m Indiana Montgomery, my friends call me Indi. Despite losing my mum at the age of six, I have a wonderful life and great friends. My dad more than makes up for the fact that I only have one parent. I’m his little girl, the centre of his world. I adore him.

When Carter Reynolds moves in next door, my life takes a turn for the worse. He’s gorgeous—sinfully hot, but that’s where my compliments end. He seems hell bent on making my life miserable. He acts tough, but when I look into his eyes I don’t see it. I see hurt and pain. To me, he seems lost.

I should hate him for the way he treats me, but surprisingly I don’t. If anything, I feel sorry for him. I want to help him find peace. Help him find the light that I know is buried somewhere within his darkness, but, he won’t have a bar of it.

He’s warned me time and time again to stay away, but I can’t. I’m drawn to him for some reason. He’s always referring to himself as a bastard. That may be true, but to me, he’s more like a beautifully, misunderstood bastard. Whether he likes it or not, I refuse to give up on him.

It is amazing how one little word can not only hurt more than any physical blow ever could,  but can shape the way we view ourselves.  Bitch. Slut. Whore. Bastard.  Any of those worse are damaging on their own when they are said in hate, anger, or purposely to inflict pain.  This time the word bastard had a double meaning, it unfortunately meant a baby born to unwed parents and someone acting so nasty and mean they are called a bastard.  But to a five year old boy, that one word would shape him until he allowed his heart to be owned by someone who loved him for who he truly was deep inside, not because of a title given by assholes. 
Bastard had me crying, laughing, wanting to punch not only Carter, but the people who ever made him feel like he was less than he was.  I also at times wanted to punch Indi a couple of times as well.  Carter could be an asshole, a bastard, a total shithead at times, but deep down once he was able to heal and open his heart you got to see the true side of who Carter is.  Indi, lord girl you could make a nun want to beat you at times.  While I overall loved her character, there were plenty of times that I just wanted to slap her silly.  Maybe it is because I am not as uptight when it comes to certain things, but eventually I did come to love her. 
Bastard reminded me of some of my favorite books, one about a bully who loved the girl next door, one about a girl who has cancer and fights to live, and many about love winning out overall when the odds sometimes are stacked against you.   I am impressed by this author’s writing and will be checking out more from her in the future, that is a guarantee.

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Leaning forward, so my face is only inches from hers, I say, “I can see that.” Her pupils dilate and I hear her breath hitch. I immediately know my effect on her hasn’t diminished either. It takes everything in me not to pull her into my arms and squeeze the fucking life out of her. Why did I leave it so long to see her? Just being near her again, makes me feel alive. “It’s good to see you again, Indi.”

“Well, the feeling’s not mutual,” she says. She’s lying, I can tell. Her body language is saying the complete opposite to her words. She’s still a stubborn arse I see. My eyes leave hers, gazing down at her lips. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of those lips over the past five years. Too many to count. I want to kiss her so bad my fucking chest aches. I let my eyes drop a little lower. First I see is the necklace I bought her. I can’t believe she’s still wearing it. It has me smiling like a damn fool. You have no idea what seeing that means to me.

I watch her chest rise and fall as her breathing quickens. She can deny it all she wants, but she’s affected by me. “My eyes are up here, buddy,” she spits. I want to laugh at her comment. I love her smart mouth. I’m glad this part of our relationship hasn’t changed.

Underneath the material of her white top, I can see a hint of her white lace bra covering the swell of her breast. It gives me an idea. I can’t help myself. I lift the sponge in my hand until it’s hovering over her tits. I hear her gasp when she realises what I’m about to do. I clench my fist tight, the water drips out. It soaks into the fabric of her top, making it transparent. Her nipples harden and so does my cock. Christ. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I swear I could break diamonds with this fucker.

Peeling my gaze from her spectacular rack, I make eye contact with her again. I’m feeling quite pleased with myself, but that feeling doesn’t last long. The anger I see in her eyes is not what I’m expecting. When did she lose her sense of humour? I guess I should’ve known from past experience, when it comes to her, I’m playing with fire. Especially since she has five years of pent up anger inside her, towards me.

This is one time I’m not anticipating her next move. So when it comes, I’m totally taken by surprise. She raises her right leg slightly, and then ‘BOOM’. She knees me fair smack in the nuts. Hard. Jesus fucking Christ.

All the air gushes from my lungs as pain radiates through my whole body. My dick goes instantly limp. Fuck, I think she just killed it. I’m pretty sure my boys are now lodged somewhere in my throat.

A feral, high pitched sound escapes me as I fall to my knees in agony. “Stay the fuck away from me arsehole,” she spits, as she turns and runs inside.

Somebody call an ambulance, I think I’m gonna die.

Author Bio


J L Perry is a mother and a wife. She was born in Sydney, Australia in 1972, and has lived there her whole life. Her love of reading, from a young age, gave her the passion to write. My Destiny was originally written for her sister, in 2013. It was never intended to be published. However, after finishing this book, she felt there was still a lot of Brooke and Logan’s story left to tell. This inspired her to write My Forever. With the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided to follow her dream and become a published Author.

That dream was realised on the 6th of June, 2014.

My Destiny is her debut novel in the Destiny Series. My Forever is the conclusion to this book. Her third book Damaged – Jacinta’s Story was released October 15th, 2014. This is a stand alone book, but is based on a character in My Forever. Her fourth book Against All Odds, is a stand alone book, as well, but part of the Destiny Series. Due to be released on the 27th May, 2015. She’s also currently writing a fifth book, a standalone, that will be released later in the year. It’s called ‘A Beautiful Bastard’. This is NOT part of the Destiny Series.

J L’s love of romance and happy endings makes a perfect combination when it comes to writing her beautiful love stories.

Her hobbies include reading, writing, drinking wine, shopping, listening to music, and anything artistic or creative. She loves spending time with her family, friends and her dog when she isn’t writing. She also loves being outdoors and travelling and exploring the world.

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Book Tour: Tyrant By T.M. Frazier

I. Remember. Everything.

Only now I wish I didn’t.

When the fog is sucked away from my mind like smoke through a vacuum, the truth that has been beyond my reach for months finally reveals itself.

But the relief I thought I would feel never comes, and I’m more afraid now than I was the morning I woke up handcuffed in King’s bed.

Because with the truth comes dark secrets I was never meant to know.

I will put the lives of those I love most at risk if I let on that my memory has returned, or if I seek help from the heavily tattooed felon who owns me body and soul.

I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist the magnetic pull toward King that grows stronger every day.

He’s already saved me in more ways than one. Now it’s my turn to do whatever it takes to save him.

Even if that means marrying someone else…

All right before I start I have a couple of things that I have to say.  First of all I will be swearing in my review, there is absolutely no fucking way I can describe this book without some creative swearing on my part.  You have been warned.  Second if you haven’t read King yet, stop, go buy that bitch and read it before starting Tyrantbecause you HAVE to read it first or you will be lost.  Got that? I hope so because my review begins right fucking now.

Holy shit, I knew from the first time I ever read a book by T.M. Frazier that she was going to have the ability to have me on the edge of my seat, panties dripping, cussing up a mother fucking storm and needing more of whatever it is that she has gotten me addicted to at the time.   I loved King, absolutely fucking loved that dirty talking bastard and even with the cliffhanger we were left with I couldn’t even be mad because I just knew that when we got the second book it would make all the angst, kindle throwing, panty changing, King cussing, Pup loving, tear inducing moments worth it.  When I started Tyrant I just knew the words: fuck, son of a bitch, mother fucker, damn it and asshole would be words that I threw out multiple times, and I totally underestimated the amount of times I thought by the time I was done.  Luckily my mom had my kids so they didn’t hear their mommy’s swearing creativeness during my reading.
Things you think you may have figured out, don’t plan on being right.  When Pup begins to remember her past, some things that she remembers could not only be dangerous to her but to King as well.  More than once I was shocked at what was taking place and more than once I cried, both sad tears and angry tears.  I am not going to give anything away, nor am I going to hint at anything, but there is one scene that is pretty dark, that will make you cry and want to commit murder.    Just know that when I say long live the mother fucking King that you will be saying the same if you love him even a fraction as much as I do.  Pup comes into who she really is and is the perfect balance for King.  Even a certain bow tied crazy friend makes his presence known in only the way Preppy could.  Someone else makes an appearance; someone that fans of Ms. Frazier’s books will know exactly who it is.  Bear will have his own book but know that King and Pup’s story is complete.
T.M. Frazier, oh you mind fucking bitch, I love you and your books.  I can’t wait for not only Bear’s story but for every other book your mind can create.  You are an author that is on my automatic buy list and that will never change.  If you haven’t read any of her books yet, OMG go start getting them because you will not be disappointed I promise you that.
5 Stars!

King snarled. “You seem to have forgotten who the fuck I am, Pup. So I’m going to remind you.” He pressed his hips against mine. “I’m the man who took you against your will and handcuffed you to my fucking bed. I’m the man who wanted you, so I fucking kept you.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you really think you have a choice when it comes to being mine?”

King lifted me onto the dresser and pushed himself between my legs, forcing my legs apart. He held my wrists behind my back forcing my shoulders backwards and pushing my chest into his. My dress rode up to the tops of my thighs. King pushed a strand of hair behind my ears and leaned in to me, his lips just a breath away from mine. The room was getting hot. I couldn’t breathe. I needed…I don’t know what I needed. “No more questions.”

I opened my mouth to argue. “Stop fucking talking,” he snapped.

King lifted me off the dresser and carried me and set me down in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He stood behind me. A head taller than me and outweighing me by a hundred pounds, our differences had never been more obvious. His dark jeans and dark tank top were a stark contrast to my little white eyelet sundress. My pale skin next to his tanned. My white hair to his black. It was a sight that made my knees weak. Because although the reflection in the mirror made our differences obvious, it also made me see how well the two fit together.

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T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.
She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.
In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.
It only took her twenty years to start the next one.
It will not be about hamsters.

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Release Blitz: Bootycall By J.D. Hawkins

Red carpet. Backstage. VIP all the way, baby.

When you’re the prince of Hollywood, and everyone wants a piece of the action. I’ve got paparazzi stalking my every move, and supermodels lined up to spread their legs for a shot at fame. But this girl is different. She’s been hired by the studio to keep me in line. One wrong move, and my comeback is going up in smoke.

I should keep my distance, but I’ve never played by the rules.
I’m going to show her just how good a bad boy can be.

Once again I am sitting on the fence about a book, I didn’t love it but I didn’t hate it either.  I liked it and while I know that the story will be concluded in the next installment.  It’s not a serial but it was a novella so it was a fairly quick read, I hope that the potential this series has comes to it’s fullest in the second book because if done right this will be a great series.
Bootycall was exactly what the title suggest, it was bootycall that could possibly become more if Dylan and Gemma can work out not only their own issues but the ones surrounding their bootycall.  Their hook up was smoking hot and has me wishing that I had a hot tub of my own after reading one of the hottest scenes I have read in a little while.  The chemistry between Dylan and Gemma is off the charts hot and I can’t wait until these two set fire to whatever surface they are against when they come together again. 
So I am sure you are asking if it was that hot why didn’t you love it?  For me at a certain point it fell flat, the situation at hand was a figurative slap in the face and Gemma was like oh I forgive you.  She started off as this meek shy girl, turned into a siren in a short time, then went into a stick in the mud to serious about everything, to a virtual doormat.  So there that explains why I didn’t love it, I hope that in the next book she stands up for herself and doesn’t allow Dylan to act like that with her.  So I am excited to see what happens.

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I’m a new erotic author from LA. I grew up in Southern California and now live with my wife in Venice. I’ve also lived in NYC, India and Thailand. I love to travel and have been to Central America, Australia, Europe and the Middle East. I have a boring corporate day job where I cover people’s asses for a living and am hoping to leave this world soon and make a living doing the thing I love – writing. I enjoy surfing and I’m also a martial artist, my other main passion, which I have practiced since the age of 5.
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Book Blast: Remind Me By Ann Marie Walker & Amy K. Rogers

First in a tantalizing new trilogy about reigniting a forbidden desire from long ago…

As heiress to a media empire Alessandra Sinclair was raised to put family obligations first. But everything changes the night her first love walks back into her life and turns her whole world upside down. Haunted by the memories of a secret romance with a boy from the wrong side of the tracks, she can’t seem to get Hudson Chase out of her mind. Once again torn between two worlds, Allie must decide how much she’s willing to risk to have the love she’s always longed for.

Ten years is a long time to wait, but billionaire Hudson Chase didn’t become CEO of one of the country’s fastest growing companies by giving up on what he wants. Now that he’s got Allie in his sights again, he’s determined to make her regret breaking his heart. And this time, he’s going to make damn sure he’s not so easy to forget.

Nowadays it has become a lot harder for me to know when I start a book or a series if I think I will like it or not.  Maybe I am becoming pickier with what I read, but honestly it is rare for me to not finish a book or even just plain hate one, but it happens.  I had been in a bad streak with both those prior things I mentioned so once again I was wondering is it me, could it be the mood I am in or could it just be I didn’t click with the book at all.  Honestly I am not sure what the correct answer could be.  So when I started Remind Me I was really hoping that whatever funk I was in would go away, if not permanently then at least temporarily.   While it is too soon to say my bad streak is over for good, Remind Me did take me out of the funk I had been in.
Remind Mesurprised me in many ways to be honest.  I had an idea it would be a little bit steamy and have some angst to it, it is a second chance love book after all, but I wasn’t prepared for it to be as hot and as sexy as it was, and this is just the first book in the series people, I can only imagine how books two and three are going to be.  Just the bad boy factor made me want to read it, I am a sucker for the bad boys, what can I say.  *Sigh* Hudson is my newest book boyfriend, he really is that damn hot.  There is also some drama going on.  I guess I should put a little bit of a heads up warning here, there is a love triangle and cheating obviously but here is the thing how can I feel bad about it when the one guy totally deserves to get kicked over and over again in the balls?  And no this is not my violent tendencies coming out to play, this guy seriously deserves this to happen to him.
I will be starting the second book here soon and if it is even a 1/3 of as hot Remind Me was then I will be in my book whore glory.  Give these two debut authors a shot, you may find the book that will pull you out of a bad book funk like I did when you read Remind Me.

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Though thousands of miles apart, Ann Marie Walker and Amy K. Rogers are in constant contact, plotting story lines and chatting about their love of alpha males, lemon drop martinis and British supermodel, David Gandy. You can find them on twitter as @AnnMarie_Walker and @Amy_KRogers.

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Book Tour: King By T.M. Frazier

Homeless, hungry and desperate enough to steal, Doe has no memories of who she is or where she comes from.

A notorious career criminal just released from prison, King is someone you don’t want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back in blood, sweat, pu$y or a combination of all three.

King’s future hangs in the balance. Doe’s is written in her past. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let go.

Warning: This book contains graphic violence, consensual and nonconsensual sex, drug use, abuse, and other taboo subjects and adult subject matter. Although originally slated to be a standalone, KING is now a two part series.

I had forgotten how T.M. Frazier can write something that is painful and yet at the same time it makes you fall in love with the bad guy, or in this case the King.  I am going to straight up tell you that this book is not a happy go lucky oh lookie unicorns and rainbows type of happily ever after, it is so far from that it’s not even funny.  It has drug use, sex, abuse, lies, violence and death, so if you don’t like or can’t handle those things in your books then I suggest you skip King.  However, if you are like me who loves a book with a darkness to it and has no issues about those things then I don’t think you will like it, I think you will love it.
King is an asshole, a bad boy, hell he could be the poster child for being the epitome of an asshole.  Look up the definition of asshole and his picture should be right there with it.  But, he is so much more, and when we can chip away at the walls surrounding King, you see that he is so much more than what people see.  He has a reason for being how he is, and he isn’t going to apologize for that and he shouldn’t. 
Doe has no memory of who she is, she’s homeless and is barely surviving.  She ends up at King’s coming home party with the hope of finding a bed and food and at this point she really doesn’t care what she has to do to achieve that.  When something happens and King collects her as payment she doesn’t know to be scared, pissed, or relieved.  She has a mouth on her that can get her in trouble in a heartbeat,  and she has no problems telling King what she thinks.  Slowly a relationship between them form and can see how these two have broken down their walls, that is until something happens that made me scream all sorts of profanities for a good five minutes straight.  I’m not saying one instance or a couple made that happen, this is something you will have to find out on your own.  And that ending, I need to get Tyrant right this second just so I can see what happens next, because yes there is a cliffhanger but luckily we don’t have long to wait for the rest of King and Doe’s story.
If you are a fan of T.M. Frazier’s previous books, I know I am, then you will want to read Kingright away because it will keep you on the edge of your seat wanting more.
Excerpt #1
“Hey there,” a deep voice rumbled against my ear.
When I turned around, I was eye level with a wall of leather with white patches sewn into it. One read VICE PRESIDENT and the other, BEACH BASTARDS. The man wearing the vest had long blonde hair that draped over to one side of his head, revealing the shaved area beneath. He had a beard, not stubble, a full-on beard that was a few inches long and very well groomed. He stood well over six feet, his frame lean yet very cut and muscular. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were because his lids hung heavy and were slightly reddened. His entire neck was covered with colorful tattoos and when he went to light a cigarette I noticed that the backs of both of his hands and were covered in ink as well.
“Hey,” I answered back, trying to assert my newly found false confidence.
He was beyond attractive. He was gorgeous. If I had to end up in someone’s bed, I imagined that being in his wouldn’t be half-bad. He sniffled, drawing attention to the light dusting of white powder trapped in his nostrils.
“They call me Bear. You belong to anyone?” he asked seductively, leaning in toward me.
“Maybe…you?” I winced at my choice of words. Of all the fucking things I could have said, THAT was what came to mind? Stupid fucking mouth. Nikki was right. I spoke first and thought second.
Bear chuckled. “I’d love that, beautiful, but I got something else in mind.”
“Oh, yeah? What would that be?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light although my mind and heart were racing.
“This party? It’s for my buddy. And he was down here for a total of thirty minutes before he hightailed it upstairs to drown himself in a bottle of Jack. He’s like a cat in a tree, can’t seem to talk him down. It’s understandable, seeing as he’s been away a while, but I figure you can help me out.”
He hooked his finger into the front of my skirt and slowly dragged me toward him until my nipples were flush up against his chest. He pressed his fingers into the skin right above my public bone and I resisted the urge to jump back by biting down on my bottom lip.
“The BBB’s have never really been his thing.” He paused when he saw the confused look on my face at his abbreviation. “Beach Bastard Bitches.” He explained. “But you? You’re new. You’re different. You’ve got this cute little innocent thing going on, but I know you’re not or you wouldn’t be at this kind of party if that was your deal. I’m thinking he’ll like you.” Bear brushed his lips against the side of my neck. “So maybe you go up there. Make him happy for me. Make little him happy by wrapping those gorgeous lips around his cock for a while. Then when you’re done, bring him back down here to civilization. And maybe later, if you’re a good girl and do what you’re told, we can go back to the clubhouse and have some real fun.” He grazed his teeth along my earlobe. “Think you can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, yeah I can do that,” I said. My skin prickling from his touch. And I could do it.
I think.
“What’s your name anyway?” Bear’s hand slowly traveled up the back of my leg, pushing up my skirt, it came to rest on my ass cheek, which was then exposed to anyone who might have been looking in our direction.
“Doe. My name is Doe,” I breathed.
“Fitting.” He said with a chuckle. “Well, my innocent looking little Doe.” Bear leaned in close and surprised me by planting a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. His lips were soft, and he smelled like laundry detergent mixed with liquor and cigarettes. I was just beginning to think that the kiss meant that he’d changed his mind and didn’t want me to send me away to his friend, but no such luck. He pulled away abruptly and turned me around by my shoulders so that I was facing the stairs. He swatted me on my ass, propelling me forward. “Up the stairs you go, sweetheart. Last room at the end of the hallway. Be good to my boy, and me and you will get to play later.” He sealed his words with a wink and as I made my way up the stairs I turned back and flashed him a fake smile. I hoped the guy at the end of the hallway was like Bear, because then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
Then a thought hit me that had me fighting back the tears that sprung from my eyes with a sudden force that almost took me to my knees.
I’d officially sold myself, and the price was far more than any dollar amount.
T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.
She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.
In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.
It only took her twenty years to start the next one.
It will not be about hamsters.

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Release Blitz: Hunter By Rie Warren

From the world of Carolina Bad Boys! Hunter Sexton is too hot to handle..
My call-sign is GHOST. My roadname, too. I keep my head down, stay off the grid, fly under the radar. I’m the rough, gruff, good guy who does bad things for pay. 
JB is my most recent mistake. The MC babe is innocence wrapped up in a rockin’ body. Don’t get me wrong, she has a wicked side, too. She’s kickass in bed, when we make it that far. But she’s the ultimate wholesome good girl, and I don’t want to dirty her up. 
Hey, no one said life was all fun and games, right?
Good girl? I prefer to think of myself as a rebellious hellion. I live my life like I ride my bike: carefree, in your face, and full throttle. My soft side? Well, that’s reserved for my job. 
I’m not looking for love, and I certainly don’t need any relationship complications. Too bad complicated is the only way Hunter comes. 
He’s a quiet, deadly storm. He prowls. He hunts me. He wants me. He’s sexy, sinful . . . secretive. Hunter will turn my life inside out no thanks to his dangerous past about to come back and bite us both in the ass. 
Who’s gonna save us now?
Warning: Graphic sex, graphic action, graphic language. Triple X caution.
What can I say about Hunter? Let me first say that while this is a spin off series from the Carolina Bad Boys series and can be read as a standalone I am going to highly encourage, okay I am to bully you damn it, into read the other series first.  Why you may ask?  Well I guess me saying just do it damn it won’t work so I will explain.  Not only because I love the other series as well but because you are introduced to Hunter as well as some other characters in those books, things that may not necessarily be must known to read Hunter, but will help you understand connections and histories a little more.  Does that make sense?  Yes?
Okay good so back to what can I say about Hunter?  It is funny, sexy, has bikers and a school teacher, it has drama, it has suspense, it has bikers people and sexy as hell ones at that.  It has undercover agents, it has alpha males, it has sexy, tattooed let me lick you all over panty wetting bikers!  Did you get the emphasis on my love for the bikers yet? 
Hunter and JB has a connection almost from the second they meet, one that continues to grow both emotionally and sexually.  Hunter needs to concentrate on more than his feelings for JB but that gets harder and harder to do.  I loved Hunter.  I love how he is protective of those he loves and has a huge heart, as well as sides you wouldn’t have expected from the little we knew about him before reading his book.  JB is smart, sassy, and sexy.  She is the perfect match for Hunter in all ways.

I am anxiously awaiting for more from Rie Warren, I have loved everything I have read from her so far and while I do want more from her Carolina Bad Boy series, I want to read more of the Bad Boys of Retribution MC series as well.  Hell I just want more okay? More bad boys, more of these sexy as hell alpha male bikers who are dirty talkers and can get your panties wet almost instantly.

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Stalking to her, I kept my gaze locked on hers. “Enough sightseeing.” I returned the photo to its place.
“Something else you want to see?” Wide innocent eyes the color of a night sky delved into mine.
“Yeah. You. Naked.” On my bed.
I lead her upstairs without another word spoken. In my bedroom, I switched on a small light because I was not about to waste this opportunity. Our lips crashed together, and hers were warm and pliable, her tongue motherfucking acrobatic as it danced and dived around mine. For a moment, we tasted each other outside of our mouths, lips held open, tongues touching, and it was so hot I broke away with a groan.
“I need . . .”
“What do you need, baby?” JB’s voice had lowered to a dirty gritty lusty tone.
My cock lay at an awkward angle inside the constricting jeans. I popped open the top buttons, worked my hand inside, and straightened myself. The wet engorged tip kissed my stomach, stretching beyond the waist of my jeans. “Needed some breathing room.”
“Show me.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“If your cock’s so hard because of me you can’t fit in your jeans anymore, I deserve to see what I’m getting.”
Far be it for me to argue. I drew my shirt off and tossed it aside.
My cock needed no coercion making an appearance. Another couple inches pulsed out of the opening, splitting the denim wide.
“Good lord,” JB gasped. “You’ve got girth.”
My shoulders shook with a laugh. “Girth?”
“Holy shit, yeah. You’re . . . um”—she pulled her top lip through her teeth, leaving it shiny and still lipstick red—“thick as my wrist. See?”
She lined up her hand with my shaft butting out of the jeans. My thighs tensed at the touch of her skin against mine. I glanced down then slammed my eyes shut. She wasn’t wrong.
“Oh my God.” Her hands flew to my chest, and I looked at her through half-slit eyes.
Her touch ignited the fire racing to my nads. “What?”
“Chest hair, too. Sexy.” She tweaked my flat brown nipples and I shuddered hard.
I was a man, yeah I had chest hair, a black smattering across my pecs that formed a straight line down my abs and beyond.
She seemed to approve, rubbing her cheek against the light pelt then attaching her hot moist mouth to my skin, on the move to my stomach.
“Not so fast.” I pulled her up. “Fair’s fair. Top off.”
Crossing both arms at the hem, she winked before pulling the longsleeve up and off. Encased in a sheer black bra, her tits bounced, and her nipples were dark, coin-sized, pebbled. As I’d imagined, hoped, fantasized, she had tiny dots of freckles on her shoulders and across the high, full, creamy mounds.
Pulling her to my chest, I looked down her back. Those tempting butterfly tats increased in size the lower they were inked on her spine until the largest—bright blue, violet, and black—decorated her skin just above the dimples of her ass.
Finding what I was looking for, I snapped open the clasp of her bra. I hooked one strap then the other off her shoulders. When I pushed JB a step back, the bra fell to floor.
I ran my hands from the flair of her hips to the indent of her waist, over her ribs and up to her breasts. Cupping the twin mounds of so-soft flesh, I watched her plum-colored  nipples peek between my fingers.
“Gorgeous.” I bent, kissing one nub with a lingering suck then the other. I crouched even farther, trailing the tip of my tongue from her belly button and up through her deep cleavage. “Freckles,” I moaned. “I love your freckles.”
I tongued all the little dots I could find, palming her generous tits, scraping my thumbs across her nipples.
She raked her fingers through my hair before tugging on it. “My turn to see more.”
I stared at her breasts, frowning. “For a small woman, you sure are bossy.”
JB cupped her tits, pinching her nipples. “Small?” 

“You’ve got a beautiful cock, Hunter.”
Oh dear God!
“Gonna suck it so good now.”
She slid her lips up one side of my shaft then the other. I watched, out of my head horny.
When her saliva mixed with my precome, she smacked her lips against the engorged purple head. She sucked on me, just to the rim and back.
“Is this what you wanted?” JB looked up with big innocent eyes. “Want to feel dirty with me?”
I held her face between my hands and drove up into her mouth.
After that first touch, I let her blow me how she wanted. My toes curled. My back bowed. I pulled the bottom sheet clear off the bed and struggled to hold back.
She came up for a breather with a smile, holding my cock in her hand. She stroked me, looking at the bulge of veins that stood in relief when she squeezed tighter.
“Can’t get you all the way inside, but maybe you’ll like this.” She flipped her hair forward and wrapped the silky strands around the base of my cock.
She went back to sucking and kissing my tip, stroking my length with her hair. The thought of the smell of my cock on her hair pulled a loud shout from me.
My balls drew up, turned hard, and almost traveled inside my body, my release was so imminent. But Jessica released me, blowing a hot soft stream of breath along my shaft.
“Fuck,” I growled. “Please. Need to come.”
She skimmed her teeth along the helmet of my head, and gently bit down.
My head knocked back.
“My big tough man likes that?” She bit me again. “You like it a little rough?”
The pain was just enough to heighten my senses, the soft lips afterward mind-blowingly intense. “God, Jessica . . . what you do to me should be illegal.” 

An hour later, I slid onto my motorcycle. Helmet in hand, I ramped the Deus Grievous Angel to life.
JB materialized next to me, huddling inside her padded leather jacket. “Sorry about before. Rayce has issues.”
“And where’s your bodyguard now?”
“I don’t need one.” She unfolded her arms, and her jacket gaped open at her chest. She took my helmet from my hands and slung it onto the handlebar.
“Beg to differ.” She definitely needed protection from me.
JB made the first move, I’d testify to that shit in court. She leaned over me and licked her lips. Then my hands were in her hair, burrowing deeper, and I dragged her to my mouth. She straddled me when I lifted her onto my lap. The moist touch of her tongue parted my lips.
I groaned, opening up to her talented lunges, following the sleek kisses into her mouth where our tongues collided. I wanted to thrust down her throat with my cock. Rip her pants apart and fuck her until she screamed. Take her on my motorcycle and spray my come all over her body. The intensity of my reaction steered all coherent thought from my head.
The soul-searing kiss lit me up inside. I wanted more.
Bad move. One of my worst. I’d regret it later. Right now I’d savor the way JB moaned, riding my thigh, getting off on me.
I wanted to have this for one more minute.
I wanted her.
I couldn’t have her. I shouldn’t stain her. My soul wasn’t even intact.
With a growl, I pushed her off me. I steadied her with a hand on her hip as she found her footing.
“What’s yourproblem?” JB frowned, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“I can’t. Not with you. Not like this.” I wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“Damn right you can’t. I’m too good for you.” She zipped her jacket all the way to the chin.
Nothing hotter than a woman with an attitude who knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t take advantage.
“Exactly.” I throttled my raging black bike, shouting over the roar of pipes, “We agree. Never gonna happen.”
Peeling out of the parking lot, I glanced back one last time. Big mistake. JB stood under the halo of a streetlight with one stiff middle finger raised in my direction. And I wanted her even more.
Not gonna happen.
Only one good thing had come out of my life, and I had nothing left to give. 

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 endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series. 
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 She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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Review: Fighting For Flight By JB Salsbury

What happens when in order to win, you’re forced to lose?

The only daughter of an infamous Las Vegas pimp, Raven Morretti grew up an outsider. Liberated from the neglectful home of her prostitute mother, she finds solace as a mechanic. With few friends, she’s content with the simple life. Flying under the radar is all she knows, and more than she expects.

Until she catches the eye of local celebrity, UFL playboy Jonah Slade. 

Weeks away from his title fight, Jonah is determined to stay focused on everything he’s trained so hard to achieve. Undefeated in the octagon, he’s at the height of his career. But resisting Raven’s effortless allure and uncomplicated nature is a fight he can’t win. 

Jonah trades in his bad-boy reputation and puts his heart on the line. But when her father contacts her, setting in motion the ugly truth of her destiny, Jonah must choose. In a high-stakes gamble where love and freedom hang in the balance, a war is waged where the price of losing is a fate worse than death.

Will the hotheaded Jonah be able to restrain his inner fighter to save the woman he loves? 

Or will Raven be forced into a life she’s been desperate to avoid?
For me there is something about a bad boy who has a reputation as a man whore who gets TKO’ed by a woman and is willing to change his ways but own up to the fact that this woman not only owns his heart but his soul as well.  Add in that he is willing to do whatever it takes to protect his woman, even at the cost of something for himself and doesn’t even blink at the thought and that right their ladies and gentlemen makes me love him even more. 
Jonah was exactly as I just described him, a bad boy whose reputation was well known.  He is an MMA fighter, an alpha, a man whore and gets knocked on his ass, figuratively of course, when he meets Raven.  He wants her, okay that may be a slight understatement, he is drawn to her like a moth to a flame and can’t help it. 
Raven is a mechanic and has not had a good life.  Her mother has never loved her, and when she learns who her father is after years of just wishing for him to be a father and love her, to say she is heartbroken is putting it lightly.  She was as drawn to Jonah as he was to her and loves that she is able to work with him to restore his car.  They continue to get closer and closer and when they finally are together holy hell I thought my kindle would catch fire. 
Together Raven and Jonah are stronger and when something happens that risks their relationship I was on the edge of my seat to see what would play out.  Did you honestly think I was just going to tell you?  Come on now you know better than that so read the book. 😉 

I think any fan of MMA books will love this series.  Fighting For Flight is the first book in the Fighting series and you get to meet the other fighters and let me just say these guys are all alpha men who will make you want to drop your panties in a heartbeat and will have you fighting for their attention.

Review: Taking Chances By Molly McAdams

Her first year away is turning out to be nearly perfect, but one weekend of giving in to heated passion will change everything.

Eighteen-year-old Harper has grown up under the thumb of her career marine father. Ready to live life her own way and to experience things she’s only ever heard of from the jarheads in her father’s unit, she’s on her way to college at San Diego State University.

Thanks to her new roommate, Harper is introduced to a world of parties, gorgeous guys, family, and emotions. She finds herself being torn in two as she quickly falls in love with both her new boyfriend, Brandon, and her roommate’s brother, Chase. Despite their dangerous looks and histories, both men adore Harper and would do anything for her, including taking a step back if it would mean she’d be happy.

Normally I wait until after the tears have stopped flowing before I write a review, it kind of helps with the whole seeing the screen thing but I am almost compelled to do this right now.  I just previously read another of Molly McAdams’ series when my self-proclaimed book bestie Gabrielle (although she really is) almost bullied me into reading Taking Chances saying that this will shred me but I have to read it.  So I gave in pretty quickly and said okay let’s see what all the fuss is about.  I wish I could share my text messages that I sent her during my reading of Taking Chances, but I will spare you my sometime curse word creative bitching while at the same time couldn’t put it down messages about my feelings while reading.
We have Harper, Chase and Brandon in a love triangle that has your emotions on high alert from almost the start.  Chase is this asshole who can get under Harper’s skin like no other but she is falling in love with the bad boy while she is in a relationship with Brandon, the good guy who even though I tried to hate him because I was team Chase from the get go I just couldn’t.  (Bite me Gabrielle I know when you read this you will say some smart ass comment.)  We watch both relationships begin and end because of feelings that can’t be denied aren’t and hearts are broken.  I am warning you right here and now you will need boxes (yes boxes damn it) of tissues because something happens that not only makes you violently throw your kindle one minute but has you so broken down the next that you have to re-read what you just read to make sure it actually says what it does.  Hell here come the tears again just thinking about it. 
Now, am I conflicted about events that happen later in the book?  Yes I am.  Did it make me hate the book?  No it didn’t and do you know why?  Because it still made me feel all those heart wrenching feelings I had felt from the start, but just for another reason this time.  I want to read Stealing Harper right now to get Chase’s POV but I am waiting because I am so emotionally distraught and drained from Taking Chances that I need to go into it with fresh emotions. 

I want to say thank you Gabrielle for making me read this book and I still love you despite what I said to you in my texts when my emotions were so high from what I was reading.  I also want to say that Molly McAdams, damn women you know how to totally destroy your readers and have the talented ability to make us feel so many different emotions that we just don’t know how to turn off those emotions when we are finished with the book.

Release Day Blitz: Bender By: M. Stratton

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00057]Since high school everyone thought Jake Bender would end up behind bars; after all, he comes from a long line of bad boys. He spent years away from the place he called home. When he finally comes back, everyone thinks he’s just a punk kid all grown up who’s now running a dive bar called The Night Club. What they don’t know is he heads up a special task force, which cleans up neighborhoods and makes them safe again. Stormy Ryan has always felt more comfortable with her books than with people. She loves to spend her days within the pages of her books. When her second-hand bookstore is robbed for the third time in as many months, her employees quit leaving her to run the shop on her own. With the pressure of having to deal with her shop and people, not to mention the declining neighborhood, she is at the end of her rope. When closing up her shop late one night, she is held up and the neighborhood bad boy saves her, putting both of them at the forefront of a psychotic’s obsession. Being bad has never looked so good.

I am having problems typing this review and that is because I have mixed feelings when it comes to Bender.  I loved the idea behind the book, the blurb hooked this book whore right away, especially when the heroine loves books you know I just had to sign up.  Add to that a bad boy who saves her, I went in thinking hell yes let me start this baby right now.  Slowly I started wondering why I was not as engaged as I normally would have been while reading, it’s not that the book wasn’t good because it was but it at times dragged on, be boring and would in a way get confusing.  Let me explain further.  Not only do we have Bender and Stormy but also other characters having a strong presence in the book as well and while they all are a part of the storyline, some in more disturbing ways than others, I would lose track of what was going on.
 Was Bender a suspense filled read?  Yes it was.  Was it a dark read?  The answer is yes again.  Was it a romance?  Yes.  Did I love it?  Sadly no I did not but I did finish it liking it.  I think I did not mesh well with the author’s writing style.  I just wasn’t into it and sadly at times that is going to happen.  I think the reasons I listed above are the culprit to me not loving it.  Overall for this reviewer it is not one of my favorite reads, but if you are looking for a dark, suspense filled read that will at times leave you wondering what in the hell did I just read because that was disturbing, then give Bender a try.  You may enjoy it more than I did.
Eighteen year old Jake Bender sat slouched over in a chair in the principal’s office listening to the asshole saying over and over and over how he’d end up in jail or dead. Blah, blah, blah. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard a thousand times before. He was thankful this one wasn’t followed up by fists like his old man liked to do.
“Are you listening to me, boy?” The principal slammed his fist on the desk and walked around wagging his finger in Bender’s face. “You mark my words, boy; you’re heading for jail or the cemetery. Either way this world is better off without you. You could disappear and no one would care. We don’t need you.”
He sat there and slowly looked up at the principal raising an eyebrow. He’d been hearing this for years from his old man; that song was stuck on repeat. Bender was counting down the days until he could leave this place behind. He’d go full time at the garage, find a place to live, and try to stay alive. Once he was on his own he’d be the one who came first, no one else, just like he’d been raised, look out for number one.
“Don’t give me that look, boy.” He raised his hand as if to slap him.
Bender sighed and leaned back. He knew there was no way he was actually going to hit him. Besides, if for some reason he did, it wouldn’t hurt as much as what his dad did on a daily basis. “Do it. I dare you.”
They stared at each other before the principal backed down. “You’re not worth it. Get out of here and don’t come back for a week.”
“What, no Saturday detention?”
“Never worked for you before; sure isn’t going to work now. We just have to get through the next two months, unless you want to drop out now. Then you’re society’s problem.”
Bender stood up. “Way to inspire the youth there, sir. You may want to write that little speech down for future reference.”
“Get out, Bender. Just get out.”
Bender slowly walked home kicking a rock hoping the old man was out getting drunk somewhere and wouldn’t be home until later. He wasn’t worried about his mom; she’d been beaten down so much over the years she didn’t care about anything as long as his dad wasn’t beating on her.
When he saw the man sitting on the steps to his house he paused. There was something familiar about him, but Bender couldn’t place him. He knew he’d seen him before, but couldn’t remember.
“We need to have a talk son.”
“You’re not my dad.”
The man leaned back and crossed his ankles looking relaxed, but Jack knew he wasn’t. This man didn’t look like he ever let his guard down. “No, thank God for that. I’m here to help you.”
“Yeah, well I don’t want your fucking help.”
“Listen, you punk ass kid, do you want to end up like your old man? Nah, I can see from the look in your eyes you don’t. Well, I’m offering you a way out. A way you can hold onto that tough kid attitude while helping people.”
“Fuck them. They never helped me.”
“What do you think I’m doing? You sure as hell aren’t the first I’ve gotten out of here, and you won’t be the last, but you’d better listen up, boy, before it’s too late. This is your one shot at redemption. I suggest you take it.” He held out a card.
Bender stood there on shaking knees, thoughts going through his head. He wanted to escape the wrath of his father and the scum of the neighborhood. He knew if he stayed, he’d be dead within a year. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed the card, feeling deep down in his gut his whole life was about to change. Now, if it was for the better was yet to be seen.




M. Stratton is an International Amazon bestselling author in the romantic suspense and mystery suspense categories for her debut novel After the Storm. She is a self-proclaimed dork that loves to make people laugh and can trip over nothing. Her inner rock star is always on stage performing to a sold out crowd but is quiet and shy on the outside. She lives with her husband and son in Arizona, which is a big difference from where she grew up north of Chicago Illinois. As an only child she learned to tell herself stories to make the long winters go by quicker while dreaming of summer vacations. Now as an adult she still makes up stories to pass the time, but now she writes them down to share with other people. When not writing you can find M. watching football (Go Bears!), NASCAR, or classic movies, watching her husband and father restore classic cars, and seeing who can be sillier, her or her son, and of course reading.
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