Monday, February 19, 2018

As the Devil Dares by Anna Harrington

Robert is an overly confident man, “don’t you worry, minx,” he assured her in a husky voice that twined down her spine. “When it comes to having a woman in my arms, I do everything well.” I don't think Robert knows what it means to compliment his woman, “I shouldn’t. You’re the last woman in the world I should find alluring . Stubborn and challenging, far too intelligent for her own good, a woman who doesn’t know her place—” I loved this book, Robert was so clueless at times the man never knew what to do with his lady.

Rumor Has It by Jessica Lemmon

Barrett is just so full of himself, “okay, Kitty Cat.” His relaxed posture is back, his empty plate shoved aside. “You keep telling yourself that. I was there for each one of those lip-presses and I know what I heard. You. Mewling. I also know what I felt: You. Climbing me like a ladder.” Barrett sometimes has to reassure his woman, "he sets aside his computer on the nightstand and tosses the sheet off both of us. “Trust me, honey. We’re all glad to see you.” I liked this book, I loved Barrett.

Inked by Anne Marsh

Vik is a man who loves to be in control, "still, she needs to understand that she doesn’t get to be the one in charge here. “Do that again and I’ll spank your ***.” He's always willing to help his lady out of distress, “if you need a pretty face for ***, you can call me.” I loved Vik's dad the man had so much charm, "the old guy pats his crotch. “Keep my assets right here.” Ooo-kay. Vik clearly inherited his sense of humor from his dad." I loved this book, Vik was just one persistent man.

RELEASE BLITZ: One Wild Ride by Elizabeth Lynx

Title: One Wild Ride
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 19, 2018


It was one little illegal entry into a billionaire's home. What could possibly go wrong?

Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men -- in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves on -- until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for?

Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love -- with a painting -- and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.

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Aria has a hard time making decisions, adult that day or stay with her man, “work in bed or on the mural?” Her words full of questions but her hands full of temptation as she dug her nails into my back." Alex could be a very bossy man, “when I’m done with you, I want you to stay naked. You dress when I tell you,” he said." I liked this book, I liked Alex.


Aria wrinkled her nose causing my smile to widen. “Do you own the building?”
She formed a circle with her hands and moved them up and down like she was giving a hand job to an abnormally large penis, “You know, phallic-shaped buildings. Ohh, yeah, I do love me some building. That’s it, baby, work my building.”
I grabbed her wrists stopping her and glanced around to make sure her friend, Evaleen, the one who let us use Mimir’s lawyer and conference room, didn’t walk in.
“Jesus, Aria. What are you, a teenager?”
“No, I’m twenty-nine but in my heart, I’m a horny eighteen-year-old.” She winked at me.
My cock went hard instantly. The way she was so casual and free with sex and her artistic talent . . . she made me want to do things to her body I only fantasized about. Things that she might not like.
I cleared my throat, dropping her wrists. “Yes, I own the building.”
She jumped up from the chair and threw her arms open. “That’s wonderful, Alex! Now you can do whatever changes you want.”
Aria stood there, her arms still wide and I knew she wanted to give me a hug. I wanted to do that too, but something stopped me. The same thing that stopped me from going up to her in that gallery when I first noticed her years ago.
I nodded. “Yes, I can pick one of your drawings now. Maybe even tear down the wall and make the room bigger.”
My mind raced with ideas. I felt like a child let loose in an amusement park with no one there. Any ride free to enjoy but which to pick first? My gaze fell to her breasts.
“So, no hug then?” Aria’s lips ticked up.
“We should keep this professional. How we started off meeting wasn’t right. I want to keep things on track,” I said as I focused on gathering the paperwork.
I was such a liar. Of course, I wanted to hug her. I wanted to do lots of things to her, but if she ever found out the truth about me I know I would lose her forever. I’d rather have Aria for a short time in my life than not at all.
“Fair enough. Let’s at least shake on it.”
Aria pushed her hand out. Setting the papers down, I turned in my seat but didn’t stand. Staring at her fingers my imagination went wild. Thoughts of those digits pressing into me, pulling and using me for their pleasure.
Just shaking her hand was a summit to climb but I had to do it. She already thought I was odd being a recluse. I didn’t want to add to it by being too afraid to touch her.
“Of course.” I slid my fingers across her palm. Her skin as smooth and warm as I remembered.
Maybe even softer than before. I wondered if I firmed my grip, would she give?
“There, now was that so hard?” I noticed her eyes dip to where I was hard.
She knew. Aria wasn’t stupid, she could tell I wanted her. That would mean one thing. She was going to try. Aria was going to give. Give me what she knew I wanted.

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Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn't have to fold laundry.

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Sunday, February 18, 2018

NEW RELEASE: His First Crush by MJ Fields

One tragedy nearly took her away from him. After Logan saved London from a random club shooting, he thought nothing could ever change the course of his future with the girl he had always loved.   One kiss threatened to prove him wrong. Then Logan questions his feelings … and hers when she kisses another just to hurt him.   One night is all it takes to make him realize there was never a choice. To win the game, you must know the other players and how to overtake them.   He will win.   His First Crush is the conclusion to Logan and London’s long-awaited happy ever after.   Buy Links: Amazon: 3 days only on the following retail sites then available on KU Barnes & Noble: Kobo: iTunes:   Teasers:   Excerpt:   ( The feels) When I left for New York City, it was hard as hell. It hurt. The pain reminded me of a sliver under my fingernail that I couldn’t pull out, knowing it would hurt too damn much. I knew if I didn’t mess with it, it really wasn’t that unbearable. But I learned that, when it was left there too long, an infection would begin, and that gnawing pain would be far worse than Dad going at it with a pin and tweezers. Then, well, then it would heal and you forgot about it until the next time it happened. The way London and I ended cuddle season was perfect, but that gnawing pain was there with each text, each time I saw her, each time we hid in a closet and dry-fucked until I was going to, or did, come in my fucking pants. I didn’t want to be her sliver, her pain, her infection, so the texts stopped. Sounds sweet, kind, like a loving gesture. It was somewhat. But I also knew the next time she felt feelings for someone else, like a sliver under her nail, she would be reminded of me, her first kiss. And while we can all lie to ourselves about shit ending “nicely,” we know the reality is we will always remember. We will remember the good and the bad, and then we will think twice about ever putting ourselves in that fucking position again. While in New York, I tried really hard to get Mom to “Mom up.” When I realized I had let too much time and distance come between us, I vowed not to make that mistake again. Fuck Fletcher. He’s not about to become shit to her. Fuck Brody. She’s not a little girl. Fuck love and all the shit that can fail, keeping us guarded from the beauty of it. Fuck madmen who take the life out of those left living. Fuck her for not texting me back. And fuck me for not manning up and believing what I feel, what she feels, can work. Oh, and fuck those who made me doubt. I’m a fucking player, and a game is a game. To win the game, you have to know the other players and how to overtake them. I know her. ( The Heat) It’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep knowing she’s so fucking close. I look out the window, see a light on, and her silhouette. Clearly, she can’t sleep either. I watch her and realize she’s dancing. I see her turn and stop. Then she raises her leg behind her, toes pointed at the damn ceiling. Her lean body appears to be in a straight line. It’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It’s also making me fucking hard knowing she’s that damn flexible. I sigh, knowing I’m going to be rubbing one out more than once a day if she keeps that shit up. I walk out of my room, grab a bottle of Jack, and laugh, thinking I’m about to have a date with my fucking hand while watching a private performance by the girl I love. I watch her move, stretch, and twirl as I drink, wishing I had bought a pair of binoculars like she mentioned. When my dick is so hard I can’t stand it, I push down my boxers and stand at the window, gripping the base tightly and stroking it slowly up to the head. When she stops and walks away, I groan, thinking I’m going to have to finish myself off without the visual. I see the reflection of my phone light up and walk over to grab it. London. I sent a text saying goodnight and you didn’t reply. So, goodnight again. I reply immediately. Phone was dead. Can’t sleep? I look out the window as she sits on the bed, holding her phone. The floating bubbles start to appear as she types, then they stop. I look up as she flops back on the bed, seemingly frustrated. I’m okay. I saw you dancing. The bubbles immediately appear. How did you see me? Look out the window. She gets up and walks over. I hold up my phone so she sees the light. Was watching you dance. You looked amazing. Are you okay? I’m good. Do you want me to come over? No, London, watching you dance and having a couple drinks made things real hard over here. Stay put. Hard? Yeah, I’ve got it handled. After I send it, I regret it. Does that mean you’re... Jerking off while I watch you dance? Yeah. I watch her cover her mouth as she reads my text then looks out the window. Binoculars are now being added to my shopping list. I could come over and cuddle. Not a good idea right now. I’m on a date with Jack and Rosie. I look at the window as she receives my text. She walks away and turns on the light. Now I can see her. You’re missing out, and so am I. Damn her… temptress. You need sleep. So do I. I slept better than I ever have after the last time we cuddled. You mean after you came? I grip my cock, picturing her face as she fell apart. You’re lucky you’re a guy. I get an idea. A great idea. I take a picture of my hand gripping my cock. Then I crop it so you don’t see my dick, just my hand gripping it. I send it and then start typing. Lie on your bed. I need you to do something for me. What? Do it. When I see her lie down, I hit call, and she answers immediately. “Run your hand down that sexy as fuck belly of yours and push your hand under your waistband.” “Logan, I’d rather you do that,” she whispers. “And I’d rather you know how to get yourself off, so when I let that genie out of the bottle, your insatiable appetite can be curbed even when I’m not around.” “What do you mean, when you’re not around?” she whispers. “I mean, when you’re at school and you’re thinking of how much you want my cock, you can go and suppress the need in just a few seconds.” “Seconds?” “Pretty, I’m gonna teach you everything I’ve learned while trying to get a girl off fast so I could bust a nut and get them out the door, because I didn’t want any of them in my bed, because they weren’t you.” “Logan...” she sighs. “Do it. Push your hand under your waistband and run a finger up and down the seam of your pussy lips.” “This seems wrong,” she whispers. “I’m over here, stroking my cock, watching a private ballet; is that wrong?”   Playlist: The Flame by Cheap Trick Don’t Know What You Got (Till It’s Gone) by Cinderella Too Much To Ask by Niall Horan Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover by Halestorm Him & I by G-Eazy ( Halsey) Into You by Ariana Grande Hall of Fame by The Script Move Along by The All- American Rejects Perfect by Ed Sheeran   Listen here 🎧 ➨   Goodreads link:   In The Series: Title: His First Crush Free Amazon KU 0r 3.99-

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Logan has got some restraint in him, “it means that we are not going to eff, London.” I grab her hand and pull her behind me. “Let me show you my place.” If London doesn't like her man's answer she lets him know, " chuckle as I kiss the back of her head. “Four days, four years...ouch.” That damn elbow of hers is boney as fuck. “We’re gonna take a power nap,” I tell her." I think when it comes to London looks mean squat to Logan, "her hair looks different. I like it. Fuck, she could be bald and I would like it." I liked this book, I fell in love with Logan more he had so much patience and will power when it came to London.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

On the Line by Liz Lincoln

The reactions Seth has are sometimes off the charts, “Jesus! She’s twelve!” He stepped back, glaring at her like she’d suggested his daughter was the Antichrist. “She is not having ***.” Seth sometimes forgets himself, "...he gawked at her, he’d gone from half-mast to full b****. And she was gawking right back, reminding him that he was bare-***ed naked. “****. I’m sorry.” He forced himself to turn away and grab a towel." I liked this book, I loved Seth.

Changing the Rules by Erin Kern

Cameron is just really full of himself, “looking at me like you’re trying to picture me naked,” he murmured against her ear. This time she actually whimpered. “All you have to do is say the word.” It's really not often that Cameron is speechless, but when he is it's kind of...shocking, “****if I know, Audrey,” he admitted. “I came in here to finish our conversation, and you’re…” What was she doing? Really, all she’d been doing was bathing, and he’d intruded in on her. “You’re…naked.” I loved this book, Cameron had no clue what hit him where Audrey was concerned.