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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Release Blitz: Ink’d By Ann Grech

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With her fine arts degree achieved, Chloe Hollyoak begins her dream job in her hometown as a tattoo apprentice. Life is sweet, until the unimaginable happens, leaving Chloe and her two sisters alone and devastated.

In her loss, life spirals out of control, made even worse when she’s then pursued by Blade, a biker intent on owning Chloe. Running scared and with nowhere to turn, Timmy, the tall, dark and freaking perfect stranger rescues her.

Protective, possessive and dominant, Timmy tries to resist the much younger Chloe. But Timmy is fighting his own demons.
Can they navigate their way through the storm to find calm waters, or will past secrets, Blade or Timmy’s own insecurities destroy their chances?

I am on the fence with how I feel about Ink’d; and that is not a bad thing really because it means that I am curious enough to want to read the next book when it releases. I liked the idea behind the plot, I liked that it was a quick read, and I liked that it appears all the books will be tied into each other because of the heroines being sisters. Timmy was hot and alpha and dominant; something I tend to like in my heroes, Chloe was younger and somewhat innocent but not completely. Good combination to a story that has potential.

What I had issues with was how there are a lot of loose ends that very well may be tied up in the upcoming books; but with them being left loose with no hints that they will be taken care of makes me wonder if that was intentional or something the author hadn’t worked through during the writing process. I hope that in the next book we find out the answers to more questions regarding the murders of the sisters’ parents as well as if a certain biker will leave someone alone or if she is still in his sites. Like I said I am on the fence with my feelings with this one, on the one hand I am intrigued to see how this will play out but on the other I wonder if I will care if answers or even hints are given.

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By day Ann Grech lives in the corporate world and can be found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of students. With her quirky glasses and shiny leather briefcase, she has the librarian look nailed. All laced up tight in her pencil skirts and killer heels, her students can only fantasize about what she gets up to in her spare time. If only they could see those tattoos! Oh, and those notepads of story ideas tucked away in odd places that would be sure to have them fanning themselves!

By night she’s a wife and mum and a purveyor of saucy stories that are filled with lust, raunchy scenes and ultimately love. Ann’s an avid reader of anything sexy and firmly believes in the motto ‘leave mummy alone, she’s reading or writing.’ Because of that, she is pretty hopeless when it comes to getting dinner on the table on time or cleaning the house.

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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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Book Blitz: Gable By: Harper Bentley

Gable Powers had all the makings of everything my father had ever warned me about: a reputation that was anything but stellar, a dirty mouth that had me shivering at the things he uttered in my ear, and a body (oh, God, that body) that was covered in tattoos, all of which added up to a solid ten-point-oh on the bad-boy scale.
The first time I met him, I instantly loathed him.
The second time was even worse.
He was a jerk. He was an ass.
He had secrets.
He was nothing I thought I ever wanted.
So why couldn’t I resist him?
New adult. Not recommended for readers under 17.

That blurb, yeah the one right about where my review starts, is what had me wanting to read this book. A bad boy, the type fathers warn their daughters about, an asshole, has tattoos, your all around bad boy image, I was like yes! Oh and that cover didn’t hurt either, can you say I want to take a bite out of those abs, yum! So you are wondering after all that hype, is the book any good? I can say, hell yes it is that good and sexy and O.M.G. I wish Gable was real cause I would fight for a piece of this man. *Sigh* okay time for me to get serious, well maybe after one more look at those abs, okay now it’s time to get down to business.

Gable is everything the blurb say he is, he is a jerk, he is an ass, he is a bad boy but he also has secrets. It is those secrets that cause him to be the way he is. He doesn’t trust easily and he hates liars because of those secrets. Not going to share what they are you have to read for yourself but while normally I am not one to say okay maybe that is a good reason to be they way you are but this time I can see why. Just trust me here people. Now does he deserve Scout’s assessment of how he is, yeah he does up until a point because Scout has some secrets of her own, some that could cause Gable to walk away.

Scout has lost her trust as well. When she clashes with Gable the first couple of times I was like ut oh she has some attitude that is for sure. Did she border on bitchy, yes at times she did. When she starts to get closer to Gable she is surprised to see what she learns, all thanks to a school project but can she handle it when the project is finished? I’ll just say this, I didn’t agree with how she handled some things but I could understand her reluctance to open up.

Overall, I really enjoyed Gable. Yes it did have some eye rolling moments and yes both Scout and Gable needed to be shaken a couple of times to get through their thick skulls, but for me it was a really good read that had me laughing at times, on the edge of my seat at others and left me with a smile on my face when I was done reading. I think I just found another series that I am going to be hooked on if the rest of the series is as good as Gable was.


“I miss the white outfit,” he stated then put his hands on my hips, moving them down to where his fingers skimmed along the hem of my shorts then started moving them slowly back toward my bottom. “But these hot pink shorts make you look completely fuckable too.”
That brought me out of my stupor and I spun around, glaring up at him. “You can’t talk to me like that!” I hissed under my breath, glancing around self-consciously to make sure no one was watching our exchange.
He peered down at my chest where my nipples were standing at full attention under my t-shirt. “From the looks of it, I think you like me talking to you like that.” Then he leaned in closer. “What’s the matter? Never been talked dirty to before, Priss?” When he pulled back, I saw that the half grin was now going strong and his luminous brown eyes were dancing with humor at his having riled me.
Holy hell.
As I kept glowering at him, having no response to that, I noticed a girl next to us gawking at us, and embarrassed, I smiled shyly at her, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, trying to act normal. When she turned away, I whisper-hissed at him, “Are you kidding me right now? Just who do you think you are?”
He bent again to get close to my ear. “I’m the guy who’ll have you coming hard before the semester’s over,” he answered evenly, his eyes shimmering with cockiness as they burned into mine when he stood straight again.
Mesmerized, I gazed back at him, lost in him, wanting what he was selling, God, how did he do that, until it hit me that I should be offended by his boldness and I suddenly frowned. “What is your deal?” I screeched making several students look at me and felt my face burning even hotter than it already was at his inappropriate comments. I turned to get away from him mumbling, “Oh, my God,” but he grabbed me by the arm pulling me in close.
“You don’t  have to call me God. Gable works, but I’m sure I’ll be making you scream both soon,” he whispered close to my ear.
I pushed against his chest (of course he didn’t budge at all) and jerked my arm from his grasp with a scowl then moved as far away from him as I could, going to the back of the line to wait until he left. Standing there, I closed my eyes trying to get a hold of myself but could still see his seductive gaze searing into mine as he smirked while saying those things to me, as if he was so confident that they’d happen regardless of what I had to say about it.
And the really bad thing about it? As I stood there, a complete emotional mess from what’d just happened, I found I actually wanted those things to happen, which served to embarrass me even more not to mention just totally baffle me. I mean, I’d only slept with one guy, Hayden, my first and only boyfriend, and that’d been after we’d dated for almost a year so it wasn’t like I got around much, so what was wrong with me that I was all in for having sex with someone I barely knew? Someone who’d been an ass to me from day one. Someone who obviously had way more experience than I had.
As I stood behind everyone, I swallowed thickly, my cheeks still on fire, wondering who the hell I was, and when I moved my eyes to the front I saw Gable write his person’s number down in his notebook, smile at a girl who was gazing up at him like he was a damned rock star then he left without even a glance back at me.
When I finally got to the front, I wrote my person’s number down quickly and got the heck out of there because a few people were still watching me curiously. As I walked outside the building, I cautiously surveyed the area making sure Gable hadn’t hung around wanting to torment me some more but saw that he was off to my right talking to his friend, Mr. Tactful, and they were near the parking lot which was a good twenty yards away. I also saw that Gable was smoking. Well, total turnoff right there. Good. At least he had something about him that repulsed me (other than his cocky attitude, that is), and when I saw the coast was clear, I let out the breath I was holding, relief flooding over me along with a bit of disappointment at his unhealthy habit, and headed away in the opposite direction from him, going to my next class.

Harper Bentley has taught high school English for 22 years. Although she’s managed to maintain her sanity regardless of her career choice, jumping into the world of publishing her own books goes to show that she might be closer to the ledge than was previously thought.
After traveling the nation in her younger years as a military brat, having lived in Alaska, Washington State and California, she now resides in Oklahoma with her teenage daughter, two dogs and one cat, happily writing stories that she hopes her readers will enjoy.

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Rock Addiction (A Rock Kiss Novel) by Nalini Singh


A bad boy wrapped in a sexy, muscled, grown-up package might be worth a little risk…
Molly Webster has always followed the rules. After an ugly scandal tore apart her childhood and made her the focus of the media’s harsh spotlight, she vowed to live an ordinary life. No fame. No impropriety. No pain. Then she meets Zachary Fox, a tattooed bad boy rocker with a voice like whiskey and sin, and a touch that could become an addiction.
A one-night stand with the hottest rock star on the planet, that’s all it was meant to be…
Fox promises scorching heat and dangerous pleasure, coaxing Molly to extend their one-night stand into a one-month fling. After that, he’ll be gone forever, his life never again intersecting with her own. Sex and sin and sensual indulgence, all with an expiration date. No ties, no regrets. Too late, Molly realizes it isn’t only her body that’s become addicted to Fox, but her heart…

RELEASE DATE: September 9th, 2014
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Meet the Author
NEW YORK TIMES AND USA Today bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling and Guild Hunter series Nalini Singh usually writes about hot shapeshifters and dangerous angels. This time around, she decided to write about a hot and wickedly tempting rock star. If you’re seeing a theme here, you’re not wrong.
Nalini lives and works in beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about writing. If you’d like to explore her other books, you can find lots of excerpts on her website. Slave to Sensationis the first book in the Psy-Changeling series, while Angels’ Bloodis the first book in the Guild Hunter series. Once Rock Addiction is out, swing by the site to check out the special behind-the-scenes page, complete with photos of many of the locations used in the book.
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Blog Tour & Review: Deep Down By Elle Aycart

Mike Haddican is a really great guy who is from a small town, runs his family’s gym and is a well-known Karate instructor.  He is one sexy man, tattooed and pierced he can have any woman he wants, and has in the past, especially after the girl he loved broke his heart seven years prior. Kyra was everything he wanted, he loved her more than anything but when the choice came for her to choose between him and the career she always wanted, she chose her dance career.
Kyra Brims was a successful dancer, she had made it and was well known, she has a beautiful daughter and a failed marriage.  Returning to her home town wasn’t what she ever wanted to do but she has no choice now.  Knowing that Mike was still there, hated her, and had numerous women since they broke up made it even worse. 
Things aren’t always what they seem.  What Mike and Kyra don’t know are that things that happened shortly after she left weren’t what she thought, and Mike had no idea what hell Kyra had gone through, but when her daughter Sam weaseled her way into his heart at the same time he was spending time with Kyra again, they had no idea what would lie ahead of them.  Add to that the OGs meddling into their business and these two didn’t stand the chance.  Oh and the OGs stand for Original Grandmas and trust me when I say these OGs aren’t sitting in their rocking chairs knitting scarves.  Nope the shenanigans they pull are hilarious.
Mike, holy alpha on a stick, he was a major asshole at times, but at the same time he was really a great guy.  His heart had been broken by Kyra, then stomped on when she finally did return only with a newborn baby and a husband to boot.  He made his contempt of her well know, that is until Sam, Kyra’s daughter with her asshole ex-husband, worked her way into his life and heart. 
Kyra knew when she left Mike it would break her, and it did.  The only thing she wasn’t prepared for was to be more broken when she returned after she left to see that he moved on to someone new.  She wasn’t happy, she ended up with an asshole who could win asshole of the year awards.  The only good thing was her daughter Sam.  Kyra had demons, ones she left with and ones she returned with along with new ones.
At times I would get so pissed off at both of them.  You could tell these two were the other halves to each’s hearts.  Talk about a stubborn alpha male and a hard headed stubborn woman and these two could make a nun lose patience.  But, once guards go down, hearts open back up a little at a time, and add to that some extremely hot sex scenes, and you wanted these two together like now now now.  Add to that the hilarious OGs and this book really won me over even when at times I wasn’t sure it would.

Deep Down is a book about first loves find second chances, hearts healing, alpha’s protecting what’s theirs and a trio of grandmas who get in more trouble than me and my friends on a night out.  I hope that Ms. Aycart has the next book in this series out soon because even if it is just for the text messages gone horribly wrong due to autocorrect (and while I won’t name names one of our very own reviewers has this issue a lot lol, love you girl!) I really want to read more.  This had me laughing, smiling and believing that love can last even after being separated for years.

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Blitz & Giveaway: Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers #2) by Lexi Buchanan


Because of screwing up with Callie, during the summer, I’m drowning my sorrows with drink and women…or that’s what I’m trying to do, but it isn’t working. Every time I close my eyes all I see is Callie, her long flowing blonde locks, her slim curvy body with legs that go on for miles and breasts that make my mouth water. She’s become my weakness and I have no idea how to make amends for my past sin…
It’s been weeks since Reece left me without a backwards glance, and I’m an idiot because I’m finding it difficult to move on and forget him. It doesn’t help that my best friend, Thalia, is engaged to his best friend, Phoenix. But tonight I intend to change all that and maybe do a little flirting with another guy and see where it leads…and who knows, it might even make the pain in my ass realize what he’s missing…
Can be read as a standalone and has an HEA ending – No Cliffhanger
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Blog Tour: Come To Me Quietly by A.L. Jackson

Aleena “Aly” never thought that she would ever see Jared again.  He was her best friend growing up, the boy that held her heart, and the boy that broke it when he left town and never talked to her or her brother Christopher again.  When Christopher runs into Jared he offers him a place to stay with him and Aly.  Aly sees the boy she used to love, but he has changed, his heart is hardened and he tries not to let her close.

Jared let town after being released from being locked up and never planned on coming back.  When he winds up in his home town he doesn’t plan on connecting with his old friends Christopher and Aly.  His demons rule him, his addictions are always there and the memories that he can’t erase still haunt him.  Jared believes that he doesn’t deserve to be loved or to love, but when it comes to Aly, there is something about the girl he once knew that he can’t stay away from.

Jared’s life took a tragic turn when he was younger, he blames himself for what happened and begins a downward spiral that not only gets him in trouble but has him lose the two best friends he has.  Aly may have been younger than him and Christopher, but they have always had this connection, a friendship from the start that others can only wish for in their lifetime.  Aly wants to help Jared, but to him she is a trigger for his past, but he can’t seem to stay away from her. 

Aly has missed Jared so much.  Seeing how he has changed since he has been gone is breaking her heart but she wants to be friends with him again.  Slowly they begin to hang out and become friends again, but there is a pull towards each other that they can’t resist for long.  Aly wants to show Jared that he is worthy of being loved and she wants to save him from his demons.

The connection that Jared and Aly have is more than friendship, and it’s more than sex.  The fates have deemed that these two are the other half of their souls.  For Aly it has always been Jared.  Jared has always cared for and protected Aly. 

I was drawn into not only Jared’s pain but the feelings that Aly has had for him since she was a child.  My heart broke for Jared from the start.  When you learn about what has made him so broken, it breaks your heart because you can only imagine what he was feeling then and now all these years later.  Jared needed Aly just as much as she needed him and it’s not a needy kind of need, but one that heals the broken parts.

A.L. Jackson has written a beginning to a new series that has me enthralled.  I am always so drawn into her writing and the way she captivates your attention and how she can make you feel the heartbreak, love or happiness that each character is feeling.  Come To Me Quietly is different than her other books, you get to see the relationship between Jared and Aly grow from friendship into a relationship. 

Fans of A.L. Jackson’s previous books and those new to her writing need to have Come To Me Quietlyon their TBR piles and it needs to be one of the next books you read because the story of Jared and Aly is just beginning and I can’t wait to see what emotional rollercoaster ride that A.L. Jackson is about to take us on.


Aly is a good girl who is seemingly emotionally detached at first glance. However, she and her brother are harboring a deep loss and pain that few realize. The source, and the solution, to their problems turns up in a bar that her brother Christopher frequents. Christopher is compelled to reach out to his old friend and offer him help, but unsure whether this is a good idea or not.

Jared is a troubled man with personal demons that have led him down a road of drug abuse and incarceration. Jared is riddled by guilt, fear, sadness, and anger. However, for someone trying so hard to keep light and happiness at bay, he will find that love has the most surprising way of sneaking back into your life. This dark and dangerous guy, that most will warn Aly to keep her distance from, is exactly what she has been silently longing for for years.

It should come as no surprise that A.L. Jackson delivers an emotionally haunting read with tangible characters that linger with you for quite sometime. You feel all of their pain, longing, and heartache.  Jackson’s writing and word choice is nothing short of beautiful and moving, poetic every time. The story unfolds through alternating P.O.V with flashback chapters to reveal their past. It is masterfully done and interwoven flawlessly. This story is like her others, a story of reunion, but the love story unfolds in real time before you. The love story has a slow build that leaves you longing for the couple to get together.

Jared’s personal pain is completely believable and relatable. Aly is playing a dangerous game of thinking she can fix or heal someone, but Jared is convinced that he has a penance to pay.  I get the extenuating circumstances keeping them apart. Never once does it feel silly or contrived. It is befitting the characters’ age, mindset, and setting of the story, making this book a compelling new adult read.

This story is a definite must read that will resonate and deliver. It is a heartbreaking love story that I fell deeply in love with. If you are looking for a bad boy who struggles with redemption and fights falling for a good girl, go and grab this book now. 

My song inspiration for this book is Unconditionally by Katy Perry 

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A few minutes later she returned. She’d changed out of her work clothes and into the same sleep shorts she chose to constantly taunt me with night after night.
God, the girl had the best legs I’d ever seen.
She was twisting her long hair up into a high ponytail as she walked barefoot into the kitchen. The mixture of her skin and the food she’d brought smelled like heaven.
She cracked open the fridge. “Either of you want another beer?” she asked as she bent down to dig through the fridge.
In my head I was screaming at myself to close my eyes or to look up or to look down or to just look the fuck away.
I didn’t.
Instead I watched.
A curl of lust twisted my stomach into the tightest knot, so tight I had to struggle to get a breath of air into my lungs. 
Christopher’s voice broke my trance. “Yeah, I’ll take one.”
I cut my attention in his direction, and eyes so much like Aly’s stared back at me.
I dropped my gaze and mumbled, “Sure, I could use another.” 
Aly stood and knocked the door closed with her hip. She had three beers woven between her  fingers, their caps pressed together. Maybe there was something inherently wrong with me, but I thought it had to be one of the sexiest moves I’d ever seen.
She set them down on the table. “One for you.” She passed one to Christopher, grinned as she slid one across the table to me. “And one for you.”
“Thanks,” I said. 
She twisted the cap off the third and plopped heavily into the chair as she tipped it to her mouth.
“Long day?” Christopher asked as he arched a brow at her.
“Oh, yeah.” She released a long breath. “It was super busy.” A little shrug lifted her shoulders. “Made good tips, but I couldn’t wait for my shift to end.” She began opening the take-out box lids. My mouth watered when I was hit with the heavy aroma of thick red meat sauce and pasta.
I stood. “Here, let me grab some plates and forks.”
She threw a soft smile up at me as I passed. “Thanks, Jared.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
Even though it was only three feet away, I stumbled into the kitchen as if it were some kind of oasis in the desert. For a second, I dropped my head as I pressed my hands into the counter and filled my lungs with the deepest breath of air I could find.
Get a grip, Jared.
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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Rome (Marked Men #3) by Jay Crownover

Cora is a smart ass, does not take shit from any of the guys at the shop and is who helps to keep all those bad boys at the shop under control.  Cora is hiding her pain though.  She may be the first to want her friends to be happy and offer help, but for her the broken heart she still has keeps her from trying for her own happily ever after.  She wants the perfect guy, which we all know that no one is perfect, and refuses to settle for anyone less.  When she and Rome go head to head about him being an asshole to everyone, no one thought that those two would ever get along.  Too bad Rome isn’t her perfect guy because his is one hot ass man and the sexual attraction between the two of them is off the charts.

Rome has been discharged from the military and isn’t too happy about it.  He has returned home broken.  Rome is suffering from PTSD from when he was injured during a deployment.  He is still pissed off at his family for how they treated Rule, the secret that Shaw kept from everyone, and the fact that he no longer is the one looking out for his little brother.  He is drowning his problems in a bottle, but a wake up call changes everything. Can Cora help heal him while at the same time he show her that while he may not be the perfect man he is perfect for her?

I love Cora, she is such a smart ass and spitfire and refuses to let any of those bad boys she works with boss her around.  She has such a huge heart and its been broken by the first guy she loved and it still hasn’t healed. I felt for Cora, she knew that she wasn’t going to just settle for any guy, and for that I cheered her on because she deserved to be loved and happy. 

Rome, my poor Rome.  He feels like because his brother never told him his secret that he let him down in some way.  He comes home from the war a broken man, not so much physically but mentally.  He has PTSD and that is making everything a lot harder.  He knows that he is being a total asshole to those who love him but he just doesn’t care until someone shows him the way to start to heal.
Cora and Rome are exactly what each other needs.  The heal each other and fit together perfectly even though they are total opposites.  The sex between these two is enough to set the sheets on fire but it is so much more than just sex.  I seriously could not get enough of Cora and Rome.

I loved Rome.  I will be honest, this is my favorite of the series.  I liked Rule and I liked Jet but I love Rome and for me is the best of this series so far.  PTSD hits home for me, my husband suffers from it.  It is not only hard on the person who suffers from it but the ones who love them as well. Jay Crownover portrayed what too many of our service men and women suffer from and shows that it is real and nothing to be ashamed of.  I connected so much more with Rome and Cora and maybe that is why.  I am curious to see how the rest of the Marked Men series is going to be played out, because ladies these are some fine assed tattooed bad boys that I want more of.




About the Author

I’m supposed to share interesting details about myself so that my readers get to know me so here we go in no particular order: I’m an natural redhead even though I haven’t seen my real hair color in years, I’m a big fan of tattoos and have a half sleeve on either arm and various other pieces all over the place, I’ve been in the bar industry since I was in college and it has always offered interesting insight into how men and women interact with each other, I have 3 dogs that are all crazy, I live in Colorado and love the snow, I love music and in all reality wish I could be a rock star not a writer or a bartender but I have zero talent so there is that. I love to write, love to read and all I’m interested in is a good story with interesting characters that make the reader feel something.

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New Release: Beats (Hard Rock Harlots, Book 2) by Kendall Grey


Book 2 in the Hard Rock Harlots Series
WARNING: BEATS is specially formulated for horn dogs, porn oglers, smut peddlers, BDSM junkies, M/M and M/M/F addicts, DP dabblers, body modification connoisseurs, and lovers of A2M backdoor sexy times. If you don’t fall into these categories, can’t stomach hot man-on-man action, or if you have no idea what the above acronyms mean, please back away from BEATS now. This isn’t the book you’re looking for. Failure to heed this warning could inadvertently throw unauthorized users into a persistent vegetative state, or at the very least, require administration of a defibrillator to the chest and/or groin area. Nobody wants that.
For months, shy drummer Jinx Hardwick has been silently crushing on her tall, dark, and scary bandmate, Toombs Badcock. Drawn to his frightening ink and scars, she yearns to uncover the shadowy secrets lurking behind his silver eyes, but Jinx is too intimidated to even look at him, let alone talk to him. When she stumbles upon Toombs and their manipulative lead guitarist Rax in a compromising position, Jinx realizes her chances of winning Toombs’s heart aren’t just a long shot—they’re nonexistent. To make matters worse, Jinx’s family needs her at home. She’s about to back away from it all—Toombs, the band, her dreams of fame and fortune—when Rax makes her an offer she can’t refuse: a no-holds-barred night alone with Toombs. There’s one small catch. She has to go through Rax to get it.
About the Author
Kendall Grey is the self-appointed past, present, and future president of the Authors Behaving Badly Club. A whale warrior and indie freedom fighter, she spends summers in the corner (usually with a dunce cap on her head) and winters hunched at the peak of Mt. Trouble, fiery pens of fury (complete with invisible ink) flying across the pages. She has a big set of cajones, and she’s not afraid to use them. In her spare time, Kendall speaks your mind so you don’t have to.
Kendall lives off a dirt road near Atlanta, Georgia but don’t hold that against her. 
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