Release Blitz: Coletrane By Rie Warren


Coletrane:

Her name is Sinclair Chatham. Sin. That’s exactly what she is—walking, talking, in the flesh sin. She’s haughty, privileged, so goddamn starlet sexy, with an ass I want to grab and spank raw. 
I want her to give herself over to me. I want her to lose that polished princess veneer. I want to strip away the money, the manicures, the maids, the immaculate façade. 

I need her to be mine. But I’m a grunt. A biker. A tattoo artist. I’m blue collar all the way, and her family will probably shit bricks if they ever meet me. 

Not to mention, I’m running from a bad past that’s about to catch up with me. 

Sinclair:

I would never go for Cole in a million years. He’s gruff, rough around the edges—and covered in ink. He’s unapologetic, demanding, and sometimes scary as hell. He tells me what he wants, how he wants it, and why he’s going to ruin me for all other men. 

Coletrane destroys my vanity, gets inside my head while he gets into my bed, and I can’t say no to him. He’s not what I expected—tender at times, taking no prisoners at others. He breaks me down, builds me up. 

He is not my type.

They say opposites attract, and they’re right. I just didn’t expect him to turn my cushy life upside down and inside out. But it’s too late, and someone’s going to get hurt.
It’s no secret that I wasn’t overly in love with the previous two books in this series, but I have enjoyed this author’s books so I decided I was going to go ahead and finish reading the last book in the series.  Let me tell you, within the first few pages I knew that this one was making up for the previous ones that sort of let me down.
Coletrane is fucking HOT!  Like change your panties multiple times, reaching for your significant other for some loving HOT.  What I also loved more than just his sexiness was that deep inside that tough chain wearing, tattooed, bad boy biker, he was emotional, sweet, and in his own emotional pain.  He will surprise you more than once, but let me make something perfectly clear.  Just because he has that sweet emotional side, it does not take away from even one millimeter of his hotness.
Sin is Cole’s perfect match in my opinion.  He needed the sass and feistiness that she brings, but he also needed the way she continues to show him that he is worthy of her even when he has doubts.  I loved Sin’s character, she may have been a rich girl but she didn’t act like she was better than anyone.  For me to love a female character as much as I loved Sin is rare.
We get to see the whole Retribution game throughout the book and I loved a certain surprise party at the end.  I can actually picture everything that happened.  Overall this one was my favorite of the series, it had me smiling, laughing, hot and bothered, emotional and last but not least I didn’t want to put it down.  Rie Warren saved the best for last with Coletrane and I loved every single word.

 

GODDAMN. SIN LOOKED FIIINE. It was a Saturday. I guessed her idea of slumming it was wearing a sarong that bared the length of one of her amazing thighs, a pair of sandals that wrapped up her calves in soft leather, and a strapless top that hugged her fuckhot figure in all the right places. 

And her idea of going ghetto must’ve been trawling down here by the train yards. 

Shock carried across Sin’s face as she took in Trixxie, me, and the aforementioned cock ring. 

“Oh, hon. You worried about a little cock ring? Cole has things up his sleeves you ain’t even—”

“Trixx,” I cut her off midstream.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’ll zip it.” Swooping into one of the back rooms, she poked her head out for a final zinger. “Call me if you need a fluffer for her.”

Sinclair stood just inside the door, shafts of sunlight making a halo of her hair. “Are you with her?” 

“No. We’re coworkers. I don’t fuck where I earn money.” 

“Then how does she know about your cock rings?” Staring at the silver ring I closed my fingers around, she perfected the hands on hips stance once again. 

“Why? You jealous?” One of my eyebrows hooked up. 

“Hardly.” She flicked back her amazing pure blonde curls and peered at me. “Just seems like something personal.”

“We tattoo and pierce each other, see half-naked bodies all day long. Ain’t much that’s personal around here, precious.” I punched my knuckles down on the counter, the muscles in my shoulders and arms bunching. “Your driver waiting outside?”

“No. I drove myself. I have my own license and everything.” She used that same give it to me, big boy breathy voice she’d taunted me with last night. 

Like she knew exactly what I thought about her—overprivileged, unused to hard times, freewheeling and fancy-free without a care in the world. 

Her soft green eyes widened to complete the look of total ingénue. Too bad her body spoke another story. And I knew she was taking me for a ride with this Little Miss So Innocent façade. 

I stalked to the windows and checked outside. Then my mouth dropped open. I rocked on my heels. I looked some more. 

I groaned. “You’re fucking kidding me.” Pressing my index finger to the window, I think I probably drooled. Like a fool. “Tell me that’s not yours.”

“All. Mine.” Her sultry whisper hit my neck, and damn, that was hot, but not as hot as the car illegally parked outside the shop. 

A kick-ass ’77 Trans Am. 

“Four hundred horsepower in that thing?” I asked.

“Kicks like a mule with the engine of a bull on ’roids.” Sin slid next to me as I goddamn salivated over the muscle car. 

With the pop-out top windows and the massive hood bird decal an authentic red and black Firebird, the car was sex-on-four-wheels. 

“Fuckin’ A.” I almost jizzed in my jeans. I wanted to fuck her in it, on it, see her drive it, and get behind the wheel with her in my lap. Fuck. “I thought you’d drive a Merc.”

“This is my weekend car.” Her fingers traipsed down my arm. “What can I say? I have a thing for hot rods.”

And I just happen to have the one for her. 

It fucking thumped in my jeans. 

Dragging myself away from the imminent girl plus car-gasm, I walked back to the counter and ignored the ancient black bakelight phone ringing at the far end. 

“So, what can I do you for, Sin?”

And how soon can I do you?

“Sadie told me where you work.” 

Of course she did.

I made no comment. 

Sin glided across the floor as I heard Trixxie get on the horn in the room next door, answering the call I’d tuned out. 

“I think I want some ink.” Sin stood right in front of me. 

“What did you have in mind?”

“I’m not sure yet. Can I see some examples?”

We-elll, there were photos all over the walls, but I just so happened to have some living art to show her. 

“Sure.” I whipped off my shirt.

I wasn’t a small boy. I was a badass man. The muscles came from daily workouts. The height—a mere six foot two that put Sin half a foot under me—matched my framework. The tats? They detailed memories, moments, people . . . my life. 

Sin sucked in a breath and her eyes grew wide. She rounded the counter. Her touch on my chest fizzled through my skin, but I stood stock-still. 

I remained silent except for a low grunt when she tugged on one of the nipple barbells. 

“You weren’t kidding about the piercings.” Her warm gust of breath hit my skin, causing havoc to my willpower.

“I might be an asshole sometimes, but I never lie.”

She licked me, right across one of the barbells, right there in the middle of the shop. 

My hand flew into her hair, and I pulled her back. “Unless you wanna get your pussy reamed across the counter right now, you better stand down.”

She moved back so suddenly she almost knocked over one of the boxes on the counter. 

I shuddered all over, lifting half-mast eyes to her. “I’m not about to mar your perfect skin. Tattoos are off the table.” 

She was gorgeous. Untouched. Peaches and cream and obviously protected from the hot South Carolina sun.

And she looked sooo damn good as she was, glaring at me.

“I don’t take no for an answer.” Her leg slid from the slit of her sarong as she cocked her hip and curled her lips. 

“Too bad, precious. Ain’t gonna happen.” I smirked as I approached her. “And I’m more than happy to say no to you.”

“Then I’ll just get your colleague to do it.” Her arrogant chin lifted. 

“The fuck you will. You don’t need another damn thing on you.” I set my lips to her ear. “You’re sexy. A stand-out. A walking wet dream.” I licked those lush lips I’d kissed the night before—just a taste. “There is something I wanna do to you though.”

“What?” she whispered, searching for my lips as I pulled away. 

“I’ll pierce your nipples.” 

Her mermaid eyes flicked to mine then down to my nipples. “Like yours?”

“Oh, no. Although I’m sure you’d like that.” Lifting my hands to my chest, I tugged on the two barbells and twisted them. 

Hot flames of arousal coursed through me. 

Sin moaned through parted lips. 

I’d been hard before, but now my cock suddenly broke new records stiffness. 

My voice dropped, and I skimmed a hand down the clenching ridged muscles of my abdomen. “It can make your nipples ultra sensitive.”

Her gaze drifted lower, following the path of my hand. “I can see that.”

Leaning forward, I whispered against her ear. “For you I’d do hoops. Pretty little ones for what I bet are your pretty little nipples. Hoops I can attach things to, charms . . . ” And weights. And delicate chains . . . 

Oh hell yeah.

Sin licked her bombshell lips. 

I set my teeth lightly on her earlobe then bit down with firmer pressure until she moaned. 

Drawing back, I observed her with a lazy smile. She practically trembled, and it was an insane turn-on seeing her lose her control. 

“Unless you’re too much of a good girl?”

“I’ll let you do it.” Her hair whipped over her shoulder as she met my burning gaze. 

I inhaled harshly, the image of her baring her tits for me, holding still while I pierced her nipples, overwhelmed me with a surge of animal-like lust. 

Not yet though. 

Dragging my shirt back on, I grinned. “You have to earn it first.”

“What?” Her voice rose several octaves. 

“You heard me.” I checked the clock. 

Twenty minutes until my next appointment. Definitely not enough time to do what I wanted to with her. Not here. Not now. 

Sin wouldn’t go down without a fight, of course. That was what made baiting her so damn fun. 

She shoved me on the shoulder when I turned back to my sketch. 

“Let’s get one thing absolutely clear, Cole. I’m the Executive Director of The Fairley-Chatham Family Foundation. I manage millions of dollars per annum. I might’ve been privileged”—she stomped her foot—“but I work for what I have, and I’m damn successful. So if you think you can keep treating me like some harebrained flake just because of where I come from—”

“Then act like it, precious.” I cut her off mid-riff. 

Pressing up onto her tiptoes, she got in my face, hissing, “Stop calling me that.”

I glanced behind her, then quickly pushed her away from me. Three rough-looking hoodlums were outside with their hands all over her car. 

“You need to leave now.” I prodded her to the door, going cold all over.

“But I’m not done—”

“You’re done. We are done.” My voice flinty hard, I urged her to hurry up as the gang bangers strutted inside.
I got out and loped around to Sin’s side. I liked the way she waited for me to open the door and help her out—she was a woman who knew she was quality. 

With a flash of those long bare legs, she slid up against me. Her body felt incredible, curves in all the right places the perfect counterpoint to the hard muscles of mine. 

Brushing the hair back from her temples, my fingers lingered at her neck where her pulse drummed against my skin. I leaned down and tasted her lips, quickly delving into her mouth before retreating with a smile. 

“I hope you’re ready for this, precious, because I’m gonna eat you up.”

“Out here?” Her pale green eyes twinkled. 

I pulled her away from the car and guided her up the steps that created an open breezeway in the apartment building. My place was at the top and overlooked a tennis court. 

“You play?” she asked. 

I unlocked my door and ushered her inside. “Hardly.”

Flicking the light switch, the tidy, tiny living room shifted into brightness, and just then a calico fur ball darted into the kitchen with screeching yeowl. 

“What was that?” Sin pointed after the fleeing feline. 

“I dunno. I think it’s a cat.” I rubbed a hand over my chin. “Could be a cross between a porcupine and an overgrown chipmunk? I call it Pincushion.”

As she giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”

“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.

“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked. 

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.

In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.” 

I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her. 

With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her. 

A sneer of lust crossed my face, and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.

“Cole!” she gasped.

“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting. 

Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy. 

“But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said. 

“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”

“Mm hmm.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me. 

She approached slowly and perched next to me. 

“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”

“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”

“Not as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.”

She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.

Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea. 

Her voice a little shaky, she asked, “So is this a BDSM thing?”

I laughed, a long low sound. “Why, precious? Are you into the scene?”

“Of course not,” she snapped. 

“Nothing wrong with that, you know?”

She narrowed her eyes on me. “I didn’t mean to imply that there was. Just—”

“You’re a good girl?”

Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an otherwise totally impressive babe. 

I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. “Wanna be my good girl?”

Again with the hesitant nod. 

Jesus.

I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokin’ body. “It’s not a BDSM thing with me. I don’t call it that. Don’t call it anything. It’s just how I like to fuck.”

She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.

My voice lowered. “I don’t want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. It’s not about pain. It’s about letting go. Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes that’s not always orthodox.”

Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. “Do you ever just have sex?”

“Vanilla sex?”

Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.

“I like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.” I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. “Long.” Kiss. “Slow.” A lingering touch of my tongue on hers. “ . . . anal.”

Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth. 

After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. “But if I’m really into a woman—and I’m really into you”—goddamn understatement—“I need to know it’s okay if I fuck you the way I want to.”

I leaned back. “So what do you say, Sin. Are you in?”

“I’m in.”
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 https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html

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Blog Tour: Justified By: Aurora Rose Reynolds

After the first sighting, he’s fascinated.


After the first smile, he’s infatuated.


By the first kiss, he’s obsessed.


Nolan sees Chloe through a window of a bakery in downtown Manhattan. At first sight, something about her calls to a piece of him he thought was lost. Without thinking, he begins watching her, and when the moment presents itself, he strikes, claiming Chloe for himself. For a man who is used to getting what he wants Nolan wont let anyone or anything stand in his way.

I liked Justified, but for me it fell just a tad bit away from me loving it.  One thing I can say for sure is that this is one sexy as hell read.  If you are looking for an alpha male who knows what he wants and will take it without a second thought, you have found it in Justified.  This is definitely a read that you want your significant other close by because it is guaranteed to make your panties wet.  It’s a novella and the start of the Alfha Firm series so while it does have a pretty fast pace, I know for me I wish it could have been longer because certain things felt rushed and really could have been more in depth so that readers weren’t like “Seriously? That’s it no other explanation?” I don’t want to give any spoilers away but there is a slight suspenseful feel to it. I am curious to see where Aurora Rose Reynolds is going to take this series, it really does have the potential to keep the reader’s panties wet if the rest of the series is as hot as Justified was. 

Excerpt
“You look stunning.” I step towards her, running my index finger down her bare side. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the evening without killing every man who looks at you.” That’s not a lie, I think, tracing the edge of her breast.
“You didn’t pick this, did you?” she asks.
 I lift my eyes to meet hers and shake my head.
“I can change.”

“No. You look…” I shake my head, trying to think of a way to describe her. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
Additional Books by Aurora Rose Reynolds
Until Series
Until November (Book 1)
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Until Lily (Book 3)
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Until Nico (Book 4)
Assumption (Book 1) Underground Kings Series
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Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.

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Blog Tour and Giveaway: Wet For Her Warriors By: Angel Payne

*Possible spoilers if you have not read the previous books in this series*

Tait “T-Bomb” Bommer and Kellan “Slash” Rush are sniper partners in the First Special Forces Group.  They are on a forced R & R after a mission gets messed up because Tait’s head wasn’t in the game.  He is still messed up from losing Luna, he loved her and he is mourning her death.  Kellan is beginning to worry about his brother, his best friend Tait.  If he can’t help Tait heal from his loss and begin to move on, then he will not be allowed to return to active duty.  These two used to be so close they didn’t even have to speak to know what the other was thinking.
When Lani breaks up a fight between the two of them, she thinks that they are there for another reason.  She is dealing with people trying to buy her land from her and her little brother.  Her home is all she has left of her parents since their death.  What she doesn’t need are two sexy as sin military men beating the crap out of each other one minute then verbally fighting the next. 
Tait, he is in a downward spiral since the death of Luna.  He loved her, stayed by her side while she was in the hospital after the explosion that put her in a coma.  He was by her side when she died.  He can’t get over her loss.  No one, not even Kellan has been able to help him.  When he sees Lani the resemblance to Luna makes his pain even worse.  He ends up being a total asshole to her and leaves her with Kellan.
Kellan is immediately attracted to Lani, she is special, and he can’t get enough of her.  He knows that he is supposed to be helping Tait heal but he is about to give up.  He can’t help someone who doesn’t want the help.  He knows that Tait is attracted to her, wants her too.  He knows that Lani may be the key to Tait’s healing, but is he willing to share her with his best friend, his brother, his teammate?
Lani has been taking care of her younger brother Leo since the death of their parents.  She is stubborn, bitchy at times, and doesn’t back down from anyone.  She doesn’t want to lose her family’s home but people determined to get what they want seemed to have blocked any way possible for her to keep it.  She doesn’t want to get attached to Kellan or Tait, she knows that they will be leaving so she tries to keep a wall or dome, around her heart. 
When the relationship between Lani and Kellan heats up and Tait is allowed in, is she able to keep them at a distance or will she be able to trust that they won’t hurt her?  The Doms in Tait and Kellan emerge and give Lani experiences that she will never forget, and let me tell you they are some pretty smoking hot scenes.
My heart broke for Tait, you could feel how much pain he was in from the loss of Luna.  It brought tears to my eyes how much he missed her, how hard he mourned her.  I felt for Kellan as well, he was trying to save the person he considered his brother and best friend and didn’t know what to do to pull him off the path of destruction he was headed on.  I will admit that I did get pissed at Kellan when he left Tait alone for so long, but I can understand why he did as well.  Lani I will admit I really didn’t like her at all, I wasn’t able to connect with her like I was able to with Tait and Kellan.  The way she acted at times made me want to slap her across the face.  Watching Tait finally be able to heal brought tears to my eyes once more because you know he has finally able to move past the loss of Luna and it took both Kellan and Lani to heal him.
I have read every book of this series and let me tell you each one gets better and better and hotter and hotter.  If you haven’t read the previous books in this series you need to, not only because these books are so damn good, but to get the back stories as well.  Angel Payne knows how to write about hot, sexy alpha military heroes that make your e-reader set fire.  I want more of these WILD boys and I want more now, I can’t wait for the next book to be released this summer.
Well, hello there! My name is Angel, and I’m so happy to meet you.

Like many, I’ve had a journey to get here.

I’ve loved reading all my life, and have been writing nearly that long, too. I think it started when I penned an 80-page novel about a time-traveling family for a 5th-grade school project. You could say I was hooked. In middle school, I moved to the hardcore stuff: the paragraph-at-a-time “swap-stories” with all my besties. (C’mon…don’t lie…you remember those too!) Needless to say, the stories featured lots of French kissing, mindless groping and angsty drama – but I knew I’d found a niche when I was invited to participate in several more swap-stories on campus.

Some years, various entertainment writing gigs and a half-dozen historical romances later, I discovered the world of erotica – and home. (Not to mention a great place for all that angst I never gave up.)  I love this genre – change that to love this genre – and hope my stories speak to your heart as well as your blood pressure, as well as your courage to explore new things and express your truth in beautiful new ways.

And where do I do all this? Well, if you ask my hubz, he’d likely say “on another planet,” especially if I’m in story-brewing mode! The rest of the time, I live in Southern California with him and our gorgeous child, where I’m abnormally interested in travel, coffee, wine, shoes, super heroes, fetish wear, ridiculous pop culture trends – but most of all, hearing from fellow readers and erotica lovers like you!

Remember: play safe, love completely and never, ever be ashamed to live your truth.
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Review: Being Amber by Sylvia Ryan

I need to start this review with the statement that I’m not a huge fan of Dystopian Romances. However, Being Amber has changed my mind! OMG! The story that Sylvia Ryan has woven with this one story has made me rethink this. I’m now eagerly looking forward to reading the rest of this series. Unfortunately it’s still in the works! I don’t think she’ll be able to write them fast enough for me.
On to the review…..
A pandemic has wiped out most of the US. The Government has stepped in and created repopulation laws. As a part of that, you’re classified and if needed, sterilized. Talk about having your choices made for you!
Jaci has been classified as an Amber and been sterilized. She’s moved to the Amber Zone and has a whole new way of thinking and living to adjust to. Xander is her roommate. He lives with her and takes care of her.
They fall for each other, but Xander won’t act on those feelings. When Jaci finds out his lies of omission, she’s hurt, scared and she runs.
Xander is definitely hot. He’s alpha-male, dominating and takes control. Jaci is uncertain in her new world. She’s timid at first, which is to be expected. But she develops her spine and stands up for herself. She won’t be stepped on. I loved them both. They’re strong with moments of weakness.
Xander likes to be in control and there are BDSM elements in the story. Jaci is new to this but takes to it like a fish to water. I’m hoping we see more of them in the later stories.
While this is a complete story in itself, there is a small cliffhanger at the end. We have the beginning of a revolution. We know it starts here but we don’t know where it goes or how it ends. However, the story between Jaci and Xander is complete in itself.

I’m ready for the next book in the series and from my understanding there’s more BDSM in it. Plus a set of hot twins! Yummy!

Review: Saved by Venom (Grabbed #3) by Lolita Lopez

The Grabbed series by Lolita Lopez has brought a wonderful new world to me. It’s the future. We have hot alpha males out to get their brides. The brides are looking for a better life, but they’re scared of the rumors about the sky warriors. You gotta love propaganda!
Once again we have a warrior who had earned the points needed to be part of the Grab and get a bride. Once again we have a bride who doesn’t roll over and take what ever he dishes out. Even though these aspects have been the same in all three Grabbed stories, the stories themselves have been different.
Ms. Lopez has kept to the original premise of the series, without making them all the same. Each of the characters has been unique, but carries the characteristics of their race and culture.
Venom is an alpha-male who loves ropes and bondage. Dizzy has always felt most comfortable when bound or weighted down. They are a match made to be together. Venom goes all alpha-male, chest thumping and Dizzy stands up to him.
As usual, things are not as they seem. We have some intrigue, some people with secrets, others have secrets revealed, there’s a little fighting, a little mayhem and some pretty tense moments. We also have some seriously hot lovin’ going on!

I’m loving this series and I can’t wait to see what Ms. Lopez comes up with next. I know who I hope gets his HEA next. I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Revealing Us (Inside Out #3) by Lisa Renee Jones


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If you have not yet read the Inside Out series by Lisa Renee Jones, you are in for a treat.  All the books in the series have captivated me from the start.  Her stories just flow fluidly and always leave me wanting more. 

Recently, I had the pleasure of reading Revealing Us.  In Being Me, we got down to Sara’s guarded secret that made my heart break for her.  In this installment we finally get down to what made Chris into the man he is.  The man who seeks out and craves pain to escape his demons.  This beautiful man carries so much inside him.  He has lost so much.  He avoids getting too close to people, yet there’s something about Sara that he can’t resist.  Time and again he’s tried to warn her away, but after what they’ve both endured up to this point she’s not backing off.  She’s all in.  “No in between.”   

I love him with Sara.  They are absolutely perfect for each other.  Together, they are stronger.  Together they have faced many monsters and have come out triumphant.  But, now they stand before one of their toughest challenges.  Trust.  When you have someone from Chris’s past who’s hell bent on making him suffer, while at the same time coming off as the faithful confidant, it’s understandable for Sara to feel insecure, out of depth.  She needs to remember the man Chris is now though.  The man he’s showed her to be.  And the secrets the lay in his past are for him to reveal.  Which he eventually does.
My heart ached for Chris a few times.  The burden this man carries with him dug a pit in me.  With Sara’s love though and the strength they gather from each other he’s finally starting to heal.  They both are. 
Though there is still plenty left to resolve, this book did not end in a major cliffhanger like the last two.  It was more of a To Be Continued feeling.  Well…that is until you get to the Epilogue.  There, Lisa Renee left me clutching my Kindle tightly, frantically swiping my finger across the screen for more.  Ah, but it wouldn’t be a Lisa Renee Jones book if she didn’t leave me desperate for more. 
 


IF I WERE YOU
Inside Out, Book 1
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The steamy first installment in the Inside Out erotic romance trilogy by Lisa Renee Jones, in the bestselling tradition of Fifty Shades of Grey.
 When Sara McMillan finds a stack of journals in a storage unit, she’s shocked and enthralled by the erotic life the writer led. Unable to stop reading, she vicariously lives out dark fantasies through Rebecca, the writer—until the terrifying final entry.
Certain something sinister has happened, Sara sets out to discover the facts, immersing herself in Rebecca’s life. Soon she’s working at the art gallery Rebecca worked at and meeting Rebecca’s friends. Finding herself drawn to two dangerously sexy men, the manager of the gallery and a famed artist, Sara realizes she’s going down the same path Rebecca took. But with the promise of her dark needs being met by a man with confident good looks and a desire for control, she’s not sure anything else matters. Just the burn for more.
BEING ME
Inside Out, Book 2
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The sexy second installment in the Inside Out erotic romance trilogy, following If I Were You—in the seductive tradition of Fifty Shades of Grey.
Fascinated by the dark fantasies in the journals she’s discovered, and the two men who have now found a place in her life, Sara McMillan finds herself torn between her new life and her past. Now, more than ever, Sara identifies with the missing journal writer, Rebecca, and is certain that something sinister has happened.
In the arms of the sexy, tormented artist Chris Merit, Sara seeks answers about Rebecca and ends up discovering things about herself she never knew existed. Chris forces Sara to reconsider who she is and what she truly wants from life, but his dark desires threaten to tear them apart. Her boss, Mark Compton, offers her the shelter to understand just what those needs mean to her, and what they might have meant to Rebeccabut can she trust him to lead her to a final conclusion to Rebecca’s story?
REVEALING US
Inside Out, Book 3
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The third and final installment in the sexy Inside Out erotic romance trilogy—in the seductive tradition of Fifty Shades of Grey.
You’ve discovered Rebecca’s secrets. You’ve discovered Sara’s secrets. Now Sara will discover “his” deepest, darkest secrets…but will those secrets bind them together—or tear them apart?
Meet Lisa Renée
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT TRILOGY which has sold to more than ten countries for translation with negotiations in process for more, and has now been optioned by STARZ Network for a cable television show, to be produced by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland).
Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 30 books with publishers such as Simon and Schuster, Avon, Kensington, Harlequin, NAL, Berkley and Elloras Cave, as well as crafting a successful indie career. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.
Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.
Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her through her website and she is active on twitter and Facebook daily.
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Jerk of My Dreams #21



Jerk. Asshole. Douchenozzle. Admit it- you hate to love the jerks. That alpha male character who is so arrogant and rude but sexy as hell. That foul mouthed douche bag of a man who rocks your traitorous heart. We’ve all read them and we’ve all liked them to some extent. In real life you wouldn’t touch the man with a ten foot pole. But in the fictional world? Nothing can stand in the way! Everyone would be lying to themselves if they didn’t admit that the meaner the man, the further we run… Towards them! *sigh* 

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Jerk
Ashole
Douchenozzle
Rat Bastard
Every single one of those names fit Julian King. He is the ultimate Rat Bastard.
Julian King and Heaven Deville are both hotshot attorneys at the same law firm. They go head to head over everything and will do anything to win. When they’re both up for partner, things get even more intense.
Julian’s sexcapades are legendary. He’s a manwhore of the highest order. Anyplace, anytime, any woman, just not the same woman twice.
Heaven does everything she can to downplay her looks. She wants to be taken seriously and has a no-nonsense way about her.
So, what happens when Julian catches Heaven breaking into his office and stealing his proposal for partner? He blackmails her. For 30 days she has to do ANYTHING he says. That’s right folks….ANYTHING!
Heaven, at 26 years old is still a virgin. Yep. A virgin. When Julian finds out Heaven is still a virgin, he still insists on the ANYTHING rule. So, yep, he takes her virginity.
Every single time Heaven says no to something, he punishes her. He threatens to out her to the law firm for breaking and entering. No matter how badly Heaven doesn’t want to do something, she has to. Julian would ruin her otherwise. Everything Heaven has worked for will go down the tubes. What choice does she have? NONE! Throughout all of this, he’s mean to her one minute and sweet the next. Talk about whiplash!
Julian changes everything about Heaven. He changes the way she dresses. Makes her walk around his house naked, insists on sex in the office, in the car, outside, anywhere and everywhere. This just goes against everything Heaven is. (Yes, she has a valid reason for being like this, I’m just not telling what it is.)
After forcing her to strip naked outside and then walk into the house he says to her:
You should never lower your head; you have nothing to feel shame for. You are the most beautiful thing out here, even the trees would bend in admiration for you if they could.
*swoon*
Two minutes later, right back to rat bastard!
Even though Heaven was forced to participate in all of this, she still gave Julian grief. My favorite quote from Heaven:
I hope you trip over a tree branch and break your mouth.
Another swoon worthy moment from Julian:
I need you to see what I see; I want you to know your worth. You hide your beauty away like it’s a deformity.
Over time Julian and Heaven develop feelings for each other. He does have his moments. When Heaven’s life is endangered Julian does everything he can to keep her safe. The question is, will Julian and Heaven realize how much they mean to each other before it’s too late? Before Heaven is gone forever?
I absolutely loved this book. At one point I did get a little irritated because it seemed to be the same thing over and over.
Julian: Do this
Heaven: No
Julian: I’ll rat you out to the firm
Heaven: Ok. I’ll do it
About the time I was getting irritated with the repetition, it changed. The story changed. Their relationship changed.
What really did it for me in the story was the last few chapters. The mystery, the dark shadow, the secrets, the kidnapping, all lead up to a fantastic ending.

Just remember….everytime you see the name Julian in this book, just replace it with Rat Bastard and you’ll be fine!
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