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Finding Kennedy by Jacinta Howard **Megan’s Review**

Finding Kennedy (The Prototype Book 2)

When Kennedy James unexpectedly shows up at her grandma’s house in Tyler, Texas, no one knows what to make of her arrival—including her. The only thing Kennedy does know is that something in her life has to change, and it needs to happen right now. She’s been numb for much too long.

Then she meets Travis Broussard, the perceptively cool guitarist of the indie soul band, The Prototype. The timing couldn’t be worse, but their attraction is instant, magnetic, and at times overwhelming, causing Kennedy to question if it’s possible to feel too much.

As Kennedy attempts to embark on a new path, she finds herself at a crossroads. But if she chooses to follow her heart, is she prepared to deal with what she might find?

 

 

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4.5 stars

 

“I can give you time, Kennedy. I can be patient for you. But I dunno about the space part, baby doll. I don’t know if I can give you that. You’re gonna have to deal with me.”

 

I love Jacinta’s guys!  I love them, and her!!!  They always make me smile and fall so lovely. This baby was not the exception. Immediately I couldn’t get enough of Travis and Kennedy and every conversation they had, funny or serious, sentimental or aching I was tuned in.

 

You know when you highlight or post quotes and other don’t quite get the weight or meaning behind it. But to you it meant something?? Either, feeling or made you smile or heard yourself say ‘awe’….

 

That’s what I felt. I had so many quotes I could share or post but taken out of context wouldn’t portray the scene. It would have been words pushed together not Travis and Kennedy conversation.

 

 “Why are you up?”

“I never went to sleep. I was up thinking and finally I just decided to get out of the bed.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Were they bad thoughts?”

“No, not at all. And also, yes, absolutely.”

 

I truly and completely enjoyed Travis and Kennedy as they fell. I even appreciated the almost instant crush they had on one another. It felt so real. Even more so I loved that there wasn’t an immediate jump. They lingered, their longing increased.  The reason why, not new or out of the blue but I like how it was handled. I fell again when times went cra cra and Travis was still the guy Kennedy fell for even when she was questioning EVERYTHING.

 

“I wish you’d talk to me.”

“You’re not available for that. Not any more.”

“I’m here Kennedy.”

“No, you’re not. You’re a ghost too.”

“Travis?”

“Yeah baby?”

“My heart hurts.”

 

(BTW, that is possibly my favorite line, and once you read it you’ll feel so many emotions from all around. So much lies in these words, in her feelings)

 

 

 

About The Author

 

I live in Atlanta and have spent many years as a music, entertainment and lifestyle journalist. When I first started publishing romance novels a couple of years ago, I think I shocked a lot of people, mostly those who were used to me covering hip-hop and Atlanta’s bubbling “other-ground” arts scene. But I’ve always wanted to write fiction and knew romance would be my genre because there’s something about love stories that make me smile more than almost anything else. I write mostly new adult contemporary romance. But some of my books also dabble in women’s fiction and pure contemporary romance. I often write about people overcoming difficult situations, the process of healing and what it looks like when you come out on the other side of those experiences fully healed.

 

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MY LAST LOVE STORY by Falguni Kothari

Date of Publication: May 15, 2016

 

 

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Love is meant to heal wounds.
Love was meant to make my world sparkle and spin.
Love has ripped my life apart, and shattered my soul.
 
I love my husband, and he loves me. But Nirvaan is dying.
I love my husband. I want to make him happy. But he is asking for the impossible.
He is asking me to make lemonade with the lemons life has handed me.
 
I can’t.
I don’t want a baby. I don’t want to make nice with Zayaan.
I don’t want another chance at another love story.

 

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About Falguni Kothari

 

Falguni Author PhotoFalguni Kothari is a New York-based hybrid author, and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a semi-professional background in Indian Classical dance. She writes in a variety of genres sewn together by the colorful and cultural threads of her South Asian heritage and expat experiences. She’s published in India in contemporary fiction with global e-book availability, and launched her mythic fantasy series, The Age of Kali, in November of 2015. When not writing or dancing or being house-wifey, she fools around on all manner of social media, and loves to connect with readers.

 

 

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Cover Reveal: Pure Torture by Tania Sparks

 

 

 

PURE TORTURE
Oblivion on Tour #3
Tania Sparks
Releasing July 29th, 2016

 

 

 
Cody’s the sexy drummer
extraordinaire of the hard rock band Oblivion.
 
Kitty’s the little sister of one of
Cody’s band mates and she’s had a secret crush on him for years.
 
When the band are back home for a
few days, the chemistry between them is both unexpected and undeniably
off-the-charts.
 
She quickly realizes that the
prospect of having what she’s always fantasized about is a very real
possibility.
 
He quickly realizes that although he
feels this mind-blowing attraction towards her, she’s the little sister of one
of his band mates – he would get his ass kicked from here to hell if he ever
laid a finger on her!

But can Kitty convince him? After
all, no one else needs to know, a one-time hook-up might suit both of them…or
could it ruin everything?

 

 

 

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Tania Sparks is a romantic at heart who genuinely believes in true love and soul mates. She met her husband while still at school, she was sixteen, he was seventeen. They are high school sweethearts who more than twenty five years later are still very much in love and are happily married with two beautiful daughters.

Tania does have a full time job, but in her spare minutes enjoys spending time with her family, cooking and reading. She’s an avid reader who tends to chomp through a large volume of books, mainly in the romance genre. Her other major ‘hobby’ is writing steamy rock star erotic romances!

In 2014, after finding herself constantly being inspired by numerous romance novels, she decided to try her hand at writing. After penning her first scene she discovered that she enjoyed it immensely and so resolved to continue with the rest of the story that was swirling in her imagination. That story resulted in her first novel, Heaven Sent which is the first book in her Oblivion on Tour Series. This was soon followed by Bolt From The Blue and Pure Torture. Each book in the series is a stand-alone story which follows a different band member from a hard rock group called Oblivion – and of course the feisty ladies that steal their hearts! The other books in the series are at various stages of completion.

Now-a-days Tania finds it very difficult to control her imagination and swears that her rock stars are constantly chanting their stories in her head. She can’t wait to share them with you..

 

 

 

 

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EXCERPT REVEAL: Filthy English by Ilsa Madden-Mills

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Chapter 1

 

Remi

 

Plain and simple, this night sucked.

Sadly, it was my honeymoon.

I sighed heavily and gazed around Masquerade, an intimately lit London nightclub where everyone wore black domino masks, some elaborate and some plain, to hide their identity. A few die-hards even sported dark clothing with long, loose cloaks. Not me though. I’d gone modern with a slinky little number and three-inch heels, putting my height at nearly six feet. Yep, I’m the giant in the blue dress, towering over every girl and some guys at the bar.

My top teeth dug into my bottom lip as I gazed around the smoky club, my eyes bouncing off random faces. Even in a room full of party people, music, and strobe lights, I was lonely.

My groom was missing.

That’s right. Hartford Wilcox, Jr., aka Mr. Nice Guy at Whitman University in North Carolina, had jilted me two weeks before the big wedding day as we had dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant, Mario’s.

And now here I was—on my honeymoon and getting trashed with my best friend Lulu who’d decided to skip her beach vacation and come with me at the last minute.

She poked me with her finger as we sat in front of the heavy wooden bar of the club. “Hey, Earth to Remi, get that glazed look out of your eyes and order a drink already. I’m thirsty.” She fluffed her pixie-cut pink hair and straightened her black tutu, eyes scoping out the club. “Dang, the men in here are hotter than a billy goat with a blow torch,” she said in her honeyed southern drawl.

I half-heartedly agreed, not really caring, more intent on scanning the bottles behind the bar. “I want tequila,” I murmured. “A whole bottle.”

Her face snapped back to me and her green eyes widened. “Uh-uh. No way. I know what happens when you drink that crap. You either eat a ton of tacos and puke, or you wrap yourself around some cocky bastard with a well-developed tush.”

True. I did love a tight muscular ass.

But I wouldn’t get one tonight.

A short laugh burst out of me, one of those I’m-miserable-but-pretending-to- be-okay-laughs that I’d been doing a lot of lately. For the past two weeks, I’d vacillated between a sobbing mess and an angry woman who became so incensed that “fuck” was the only word that seemed appropriate in any given situation. Going to the post office to mail he dumped me, but thank you anyway cards. Fuck. Going to the wedding venue and not getting the ten thousand dollar deposit back. Fuck. Realizing I was homeless fall semester—which was in two weeks—fuck. Listening to my mother tell me it was my fault. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The bartender delivered my bottle and poured me a shot. I sucked the tequila down while Lulu watched me warily. It tasted like bad decisions and gasoline, but tonight was about forgetting. The sooner the better.

A few minutes later, Lulu went out to dance with a British guy she’d been making eyes at. I sat glumly at the bar, fiddling with my diamond tennis bracelet, rubbing it like rosary beads. I needed to forget Hartford, and according to Lulu, that meant hooking up with someone.

Was she right?

Fate answered in the form of a beautiful man—and by beautiful I mean drop-dead sexy with a backside so delectable and muscular my mouth plopped open.

I snapped my lips shut and adjusted my velvet half-mask—the annoying feathery plumes on the sides kept sticking to my red lipstick—and turned ever so slightly to check him out, not wanting to appear obvious. He slid into the seat next to me, tall and broad with rippling shoulders and a massive frame.

I checked my appearance in a mirror behind the bar, mentally analyzing the odds of a girl like me snagging a hottie like him.

Although no one had ever called me beautiful, I did have two—okay, maybe three—things going for me in the looks department. My shiny, golden-brown hair that hung down in waves to my shoulders, my fluffy “pillow lips” as Lulu described them, and lastly, I had an itsy bitsy space between my two front teeth which were otherwise white and perfect. Lulu claimed the gap lent me an exotic look, like Madonna or Sookie Stackhouse. Whatever. I was a True Blood fan. I went with it.

He shifted on the stool, leaning closer to me. His cologne swirled in the air, the smell of expensive Scotch and musk mingling together to create a heady, slightly dangerous scent. I paused, goosebumps rising on my bare arms. The spicy whiff triggered a distant memory just out of reach.

As slyly as I could, I studied his profile from top to bottom. Like me he wore a black mask, although his was more masculine, not hiding his chiseled, movie star jawline. His lips were carnal and luscious, the bottom more plump than the top with a slight indentation in the middle. As I watched, his tongue swept out and caressed it, his top teeth biting it as if he were deep in thought. He raked a hand through his dark, longish messy hair, held it suspended above his head for a few seconds and then released it, letting it swish back into its tousled yet perfect place.

I tore my eyes away.

Something about him sent loud warning bells ringing in every atom of my body.

Danger, danger. Don’t touch that.

But my gaze would not be denied as I took in the tight black shirt and sculpted chest that was obviously used to the inside of a gym, right down to an arm that looked like it could snap a board in half—or me.

Nice biceps, Mr. Beautiful.

The pièce de résistance was the vivid blue and orange dragonfly tattoo displayed on his left arm. It was larger than my hand and took up most of his bicep. My eyes traced the contours of the design from the papery wings to the multi-faceted eyes. A bold black color outlined the insect, giving it a masculine feel.

Gorgeous.

True Religion jeans stretched down long legs and ended in a pair of black Converse without socks, giving him a boyish quality that was in direct contrast to the crazy-sexy-bad-boy vibe he had going on.

Him tonight?

Maybe. He was the polar opposite of Hartford who was blond, lean, and tattoo-free.

I nibbled on my fingernail. How do I get him to notice little ol’ me?

Just then a redhead with fluffy Farrah Fawcett hair strode up to his stool, bold as brass, wearing a tight, white mini-skirt that barely covered her booty. She brought with her the smell of sweet, cloying perfume, the kind I always got spritzed with at the mall.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder, casually rubbed her finger down his arm and struck up a conversation. Her fake, black lashes—which she’d somehow managed to get outside the eyeholes of her mask—batted. She puffed out her well-developed chest.

He smiled back at her with a wicked grin, his relaxed body language telling me he was confident when it came to women. She whispered in his ear, boobs right in his face, but whatever he said back wasn’t what she wanted to hear because a few ticks later, she crossed her arms, glared at me, and stalked away.

I blinked. What had I done?

Then he turned and pointed his devastating smile at me.

Shit, he’d made eye contact—as much as you could with a claustrophobic mask on.

But wait…

Was he crazy?

Because if he’d turned down her flirtation, I didn’t have a shot.

I didn’t know how to do the fingers-tip-toeing-up-his-arm-thing and sexy hair flicking. I didn’t know a thing about applying fake eyelashes. I didn’t know how to make my breasts sit up that high. I looked away from him and took another shot, feeling anxious and strangely off-kilter.

Mr. Beautiful ordered a drink from the bartender, his British accent smooth as silk as it washed over me. I froze. I almost knew that voice—deep with soft rounded vowels that made you tingle in your lady parts.

What was it about this guy that had me all jacked up and hot for him?

Hello, tequila, my inner voice said. But it was more than that.

Getting brave, I pivoted on my barstool, and found Mr. Beautiful’s eyes on me once more, searching my face. As if he too recognized the pull between us.

My heart played hopscotch, jumping against my chest. My skin prickled. I shivered.

Did I know him?

It clicked.

Dax Blay?

It was his voice, the same deep quality, the kind of voice that made you want to hop into his bed and ride him like a cowgirl.

My breath hitched, and I swallowed down the emotion that zipped up my spine whenever I thought of him. He was my one mistake, the time I’d tossed inhibitions and carefully laid plans aside and went with my instincts, only to have them tossed back in my face.

But the man next to me wasn’t Dax. Thank God.

Last spring at the campus-wide end of the year fraternity party with Hartford, I’d seen Dax, and he’d had shorter hair, like always, and zero tattoos. Yeah. No way.

Plus, last I heard, he was in Raleigh where his father lived.

Yet…

Dax was British. He could have family here. Maybe he got a tattoo?

Nah. I mean, what were the odds of us both being at the same club on the same night in a country where neither of us lived?

I tore my eyes off Mr. Beautiful and waved at a bartender for more limes, but somehow my tennis bracelet snagged on the bodice of my dress, leaving my wrist dangling like a wet dishrag in a most inappropriate place.

I wiggled my arm.

Jiggled it.

Even went so far as to jerk, but it wouldn’t separate.

Sweat popped out on my forehead. Holding my breath, I twisted and tugged the bracelet, forcing the delicate material in my bodice to stretch beyond normal limits.

“Well, hell,” I breathed, pausing to assess.

Skin-tight with a plunging neckline, the dress was mostly a stretchy fabric held together by sequined straps and a zipper on the side. Slated as part of my honeymoon wardrobe, it was a Tory Burch and had cost four hundred dollars, the most I’d ever paid for a fun outfit, and no way did I want to damage it. I might have to return it to rent an apartment at Whitman.

Lulu. I needed Lulu. She was a whiz with wardrobe malfunctions.

I spun around on the barstool and used my free hand to wave at her, but she was slinging herself around dancing, having a great time and completely oblivious. I resorted to flapping both hands at her, one high and one low. Several people waved back with baffled expressions, but Lulu didn’t notice. Dammit.

I groaned and slumped down in my seat, ready to scream. Now what? Go to the bathroom and repair it there? Good plan.

But the club tilted when I stood, the strobe lights making me squint as they flashed in my face. I wobbled in my leopard print heels—that Lulu had insisted I wear—and grabbed the stool to keep my balance. `

I sucked in a breath to gather myself, but I couldn’t think straight. The room spun, and I was suddenly queasy, and why did I slam all that tequila, and oh my god, my wrist is currently attached to my tit like a T. rex arm.

I had to get out of here before someone noticed what an idiot I was.

Trying to be stealth like, I reached across the bar to get my beaded clutch, but because it was my left hand and not my right that I used most of the time, I got off balance and stumbled—and my ankle folded in on itself. I yelped as my shoe catapulted off my foot and vaulted off toward the dance floor, while I fell forward, straight into Mr. Beautiful’s lap.

 

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Blurb

 

 

A smokin’ hot British player…

A jilted girl…

One night of mistaken identity…

 

Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.

 

She didn’t plan on attending a masquerade party.

 

She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.

 

Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.

 

But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…

 

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

 

*A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet*

 

**no one dies in the writing of this novel**

 

 

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About the Author

ilsa madden bioNew York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

 

She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she’s a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos.

 

She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education.

 

When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi.

 

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Ilsa Madden-Mills’ other books

 

VERY BAD THINGS

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VERY WICKED BEGINNINGS

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1K5NvX8

 

VERY WICKED THINGS

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VERY TWISTED THINGS

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Blood & Milk by N.R. Walker Release Day Blitz & Review

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Releasing June 23rd 2016

 

 

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Blood & MilkHeath Crowley is an Australian man, born with two different coloured eyes and the gift—or curse—of having premonition dreams. He also has nothing left to live for. Twelve months after having his life upended, his dreams tell him where he needs to be. So with nothing―and no one―to keep him in Sydney, he simply boards a plane for Tanzania. Not caring if he lives or dies, Heath walks into a tribe of Maasai and asks to stay. Granted permission, he leaves behind the name and heartbreak of Heath and starts over with the new Maasai name of Alé.

From the day of his birth, Damu has always been an outcast. The son of the chief and brother to the great warrior leader, Damu is reminded constantly that he’s not good enough to be considered a man in the eyes of his people. Ordered to take responsibility for Alé, Damu shares with him the ways of the Maasai, just as Alé shares with Damu the world outside the acacia thorn fence. But it’s more than just a cultural exchange. It’s about trust and acceptance, finding themselves, and a true sense of purpose.

Under the African sky on the plains of the Serengeti, Heath finds more than just a reason to live. He finds a man like no other, and a reason to love.

 

 

 

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4 stars

This books was a different M/M novel for me.  This author takes readers from Australia to the African jungle and I have to admit it took a while for me to really get into the story. It was a slow and solid build up but there was a purpose to it.  This author’s writing style is unique and this book was everything I’ve come to love while reading a N.R Walker book. The descriptions she uses always paints such a vivid picture. In this one, I felt like I was in the Serengeti and living with the tribe of Maasai in Africa.  The descriptions of the jungle, village, tribe and wild animals felt so real.  The story of Heath and Damu’s relationship develops over a year and I felt that I really got to know and understand these complexed and misunderstood characters.  Heath and Damu go through a journey of not only self-discovery but also acceptance of who they really are and finding peace after a loss.

 

 

Blood and Milk was a very touching story. How do you go on in life when you lose the very person you were prepared to spend the rest of your life with?  Heath has these very vivid and poignant dreams of the day he lost the love of his life.  My heart broke for him. His pain and anguish was so raw.  His feeling of loss and not caring about anything anymore moved me in more words than I can explain.  Damu’s character from the start was welcoming. His innocence and acceptance of how his tribe views him was endearing.  Damu and Heath form a friendship and bond that brought a smile to my face.  Through Heath’s sadness and vivid dreams, Damu is able to provide comfort and hope.  Damu has always been different to his people but having sexual feelings for a man was something new to him. Through Heath he is able to see that his feelings are not wrong. 

 

 

Witnessing the relationship between Heath and Damu transpire was so sweet and a real pleasure to experience.  Damu’s culture doesn’t allow for these kinds of feelings. It is unthinkable and is grounds for death.  Heath and Damu grow to love one another and keep their relationship a secret for over a year and when the truth is finally revealed, Heath might lose another love. 

 

The danger, suspense and actual violence that occurs shook me to my core.  What I admired most was the determination and commitment these characters had for one another. Heath is willing to sacrifice everything he owns to keep Damu safe.  There is such a strong sense of love even through all the danger within the story.  As I said this story was different from what I’m used to, but I’m glad I got to experience Heath and Damu’s journey. This is one beautiful and touching love story that needs to be read.  You will not be disappointed.

 

 

 

About the author


N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.

She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since… 

 

 

 

Jerry’s Passion (Insurgents Motorcycle Club) by Chiah Wilder Release

 

Title: Jerry’s Passion
Series: Insurgents Motorcycle Club
Author: Chiah Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2016

 

The first time Jerry saw Kylie, he was taken by her beauty and innocence, but he stayed away because she was too young. A member of the Insurgents MC, Jerry’s life revolves around the club, his Harley, and easy sex. Women clamor for the rugged, tatted outlaw’s attention, and he obliges, but his sights are set on the pretty, young blonde who is all grown up now—sweet curves and all….

Kylie fills his thoughts, and he dreams of his fingers tangling in her glossy hair, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, her full lips quivering as she comes.

Only problem is he can’t have her.

But… he can’t stop himself from craving her, and if he acts, it’ll surely cost him everything.

His resistance is waning…. 

Kylie McDaniels is the pretty daughter of Banger—President of the Insurgents MC. She grew up in the outlaw biker world, but her father shielded her from the dark side of it, and she still has an innocence he prefers she keep. Banger is very protective of his daughter, and he’s made up his mind that she won’t fall in love with a biker, especially Jerry.

She’d listen to her father, but the hot, muscular biker makes her want to do some not so innocent things.

Her insides melt, and her brain turns to mush whenever he looks at her with his hungry, brown eyes.

Damn. Why does he have to be so sexy?

As Kylie maneuvers her budding sexuality and attraction to Jerry while trying to stay on the good side of her dad, someone is out there watching her, waiting to make his move. He’s come for retribution, and Kylie is the pawn in his scheme. Will Jerry be able to stop the madman before he strikes?

Can their forbidden love survive the chaos of the world around them? 

The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Jerry and Kylie’s love story. This book contains violence, sexual assault (not graphic), strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. If any of these issues offend you, please do not read the book. HEA. No cliffhangers! The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.

 

 

 

Prologue
Mid-March
Red Rocks University
Crested Peak, Colorado

He stood in the shadows behind the bush, staring intently at the window on the second floor. A glimpse of her made his heart race and he licked his lips, ripping off the dry skin with his front teeth. She was so damn beautiful. When he’d decided to seek her out, he had no idea how pretty and innocent she was. Since she was the daughter of the president of the Insurgents MC, he’d figured she’d look tough and used-up. But she was a lovely angel with blonde hair that touched the top of her ass, rounded tits that would fit perfectly in his hands, and large blue eyes that sparkled with innocence.

He inhaled sharply. Seeing her had changed his plans somewhat. Watching her come and
go for the past several weeks, he’d grown attached to her. As crazy at it sounded, he wanted to get to know her, become a part of her world.

“Mary, come on up. Taylor and I aren’t ready yet!” Kylie yelled out her dorm window,
her hair framing her face.

The girl she’d yelled out to bounced up the flight of concrete stairs then entered the three story Gothic-style building. It had taken some time for him to find which dorm Kylie lived in.
The university had more than fifteen thousand students, but he’d persevered and he found her. She lived with a dark-haired roommate—Taylor—in room number 222, on the second floor in the middle of the hall. A perfect location for him to watch her as she sat at her desk and studied, glanced down at her phone, or just stared out the window at the Rocky Mountains in the distance, a faraway look in her blue gaze.

The man had been driven to find her, hate and retribution fueling him on, but then he saw


her and his pants grew tight, and he knew his plan had changed. He buried himself further in the bush when the large wooden doors of the building opened and Kylie, Taylor, and Mary filed out, laughing and talking like young college students do. He breathed out when the trio passed by the greenery which hid him. The scent of vanilla, lavender, and patchouli lingered as they scurried down the brick path. Not knowing which one belonged to his Kylie—he’d started thinking of her as his—the young man made a note to find out which aroma was hers.

Slipping out from his hiding place, the man shoved his hands in his pockets, keeping his
distance as he followed the young women. Each time Kylie’s hips swayed, his dick twitched
more, and he willed himself to focus on the goal of his plan.

A broad-shouldered young man approached the girls. “Hey, Ricky.” The slight breeze


carried Kylie’s sweet voice.

“Hey. What’re you guys up to?” he asked.

“We’re going to grab a burger at University Café, then check out the show for Thursday
Thrills.” Kylie moved closer to Ricky. Her stalker growled when he saw her arm rub against the college boy.

“There’s a hypnotist. Everyone’s raving about him. Want to join us?” Mary asked.

He watched as the three women flirted and fawned over Ricky, who kept staring at Kylie
in a way that made his blood boil. Note to self—Ricky’s fucking history!

“Sure, why not?” Ricky looped his arm with Kylie’s, and the four students ambled
toward the café.

Wrapping his leather jacket tighter around him, he leaned against the wall of the Student
Center. He’d wait—he had to. The man wanted to make sure Ricky fuckface didn’t spend the night with Kylie. She was his, and no one would take her away from him. Just thinking about running his hands through her silky hair, and touching her skin—he imagined it would be soft as velvet—made his dick jab hard against his jeans. It wasn’t time yet, but soon, he’d have her legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged his hardness into her tight heat. Their fucking would be sweet and nasty, and she’d cry out his name as she came all over his cock.

Then he’d hurt her real bad. Maybe even cut her delicate throat. 

He had to.

Retribution sucked sometimes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chiah Wilder is the author of Hawk’s Property, the first book in the Insurgents MC Series. It is a full length, standalone novel. Its release date is set for October 27, 2015.
Always a lover of books, she began writing at a young age and continued through college with collections of short stories. Figuring she had to grow up and get a “real” job, her writing was placed on the back burner. 
Her love of reading has always be center front in her life. Chiah’s love of bad boys both in and out of fiction has inspired her Insurgents series. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. In fiction there are no rules or boundaries, and fantasies can go as far as the characters want to take them. Steamy, biker romances with rough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons. 
Returning to writing has been a dream come true. Writing and publishing Hawk’s Property has been an amazing journey, and she is happy to share the Insurgents family with her readers. She is busy writing her next book in the series.
Chiah would love to hear from you. You can contact her at: chiahwilder@gmail.com

 

 

 

Say You’ll Stay by Corinne Michaels Review & Excerpt Tour

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Say You’ll Stay

Author: Corinne Michaels

Release Date: June 20, 2016

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

 

 

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One word.

Stay.

 

It was all he had to do. Instead, he got on that bus and took my heart with him.

 

That was seventeen years ago.

 

I moved on. Marriage. Kids. White picket fence. Everything I ever wanted, but my husband betrayed me and I was left once again.

 

Alone, penniless, and with two boys, I had no choice but to return to Tennessee. He wasn’t supposed to be there. I should’ve been safe. However, fate has a way of stepping in.

 

This time around, the tables are turned. It’s my decision. Second chances do exist, but I don’t know if we can repair what’s already been broken . . .

 

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“Hey.” Zach peers at me as I shake off my thoughts. “I figured you’d be asleep.” He climbs the steps slowly as I get to my feet.

“I figured you’d be gone.”

I walk toward him, unsure of why he’s here. “I left for a bit, but wanted to come check on you.”

“Oh.”

He snickers. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me either.” He’s close enough that I can smell his cologne. Even after a long night, being in the woods, he smells like home.

I take another step.

Then another.

I’m so close I have to tilt my head to look into his eyes.

I breathe him in, feel his heat, and I can’t stop myself. I want him. I need him. I grip his neck and yank his mouth to mine. I kiss him. I kiss him and give in to everything I’ve been feeling. He doesn’t waste a second. His arms wrap around me, holding my body against his. My fingers grip his neck, keeping him exactly where I need him. This kiss is frantic, but God it feels good.

 

 

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4.5 stars

I am a huge fan of this author so to be completely honest, I didn’t pay much attention to the blurb, I just said “Hell Yes sign me up to read it” Before diving in, I did a quick read of the blurb thought sounds good and off I went with no expectations of what would happen, only I knew it would be amazing.

 

WOW was I blown off my chair with that first chapter, I so did not see that coming, but I should have expected it with this author.  She never seems to amaze me with her writing so starting this one off with such an unexpected bang shouldn’t be a huge shock.  You truly need to go into this one blind.

 

Presley Townsend is used to be left by the men in her life.  First time was seventeen years ago when her then fiancé and first love Zachary Hennington walked away from here, choosing his dream over her and left her a broken mess.  This time now it was by her husband leaving her penniless with two young boys and forced to move back to Tennessee to where her family is.  She would have never gone back if she knew he was there and not long after she arrived she comes face to face with her past.  Everyone can see that it’s only a matter of time before these two give into their feelings but Presley isn’t sure she can go there again and she’s carrying a lot of secrets with her that if they get out, things could really blow up in her face.

 

I first became a huge fan of this author the moment I read her first book, Beloved.  This lady truly knows how to creatively crafted a story that keeps you fully engaged from start to stop while taking you on an emotional roller coaster.  And although the type of this story is different from her other books, let me just say that the writing in this one is no different.  Opening up this book and starting to read it truly reminded me of that roller coaster you get on where for the first 20-30 seconds you slowly go up the incline, not really sure what comes once you reach the top but then WHAM it’s like 0 to 60 in 2 seconds flat and you had clue of nor did you see  it coming.  That’s truly the only way I can describe the start of this book without spoiling it.  From that point the emotional ride does not let up and I absolutely loved that.    

 

I really loved both of the main characters in this book.  From the moment these two characters meet back up face to face, the chemistry and the love is there, it has never died.  The passion these two shared was amazing and it truly showed throughout this story.  Their characters were so well developed and as the story went on, through well written flashbacks and all that takes place, we really get to see who they once were as a couple and who they have become now as grown adults.  I really loved Zach’s character, he was a strong sexy cowboy but he had such a great loving and caring side.  I truly loved seeing his character with Logan and Cayden.

 

I loved how strong Presley’s character was.  I cannot even imagine how I would even survive what she went through, losing everything and having to return to the one place she vowed never to return to.  It broke her but I loved seeing her slowly piece herself back together, all with the help of her friends, family and most importantly Zach.

 

Overall this was another fabulous book by this author that kept me completely on the edge of my seat and anytime I found myself starting to relax and sit back, she had me right back on the edge, even till the very end.  I think that’s what I love most about this author.  She keeps you engaged with her stories from beginning to end and always keeping thing fresh.  You never get the same old same old, just different names and a different city.  She truly is that author that will always be a one click for me.  I must add that while reading this one I was constantly hoping and was so excited to read at the end that Wyatt and Angie will be getting a book and so will Trent and Grace.  I really loved all these great supporting characters and so happy to know when I finished this one I didn’t have to say goodbye just yet.

 

 

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Corinne Close MediumCorinne Michaels is the USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of The Salvation Series (Beloved, Beholden, Consolation, Conviction & Defenseless). She’s an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. Corinne is happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife. After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness.

Both her maternal and paternal grandmothers were librarians, which only intensified her love of reading. After years of writing short stories, she couldn’t ignore the call to finish her debut novel, Beloved. Her alpha heroes are broken, beautiful, and will steal your heart.

 

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Practice Makes Perfect (Housemates #3) by Jay Northcote Release Blitz & Giveaway

 
Author: Jay Northcote
Release Date: June 22
Length: 54,000 words
Cover Artist:Garrett Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance 

 

Blurb
Getting experience with the guy next door seems like a great idea—until the lines blur.

 

Dev, a geeky first year physics student, has zero sexual experience and he’s determined to change that ASAP. After a bad time in halls of residence, he’s starting the summer term with different housemates and a new plan of action.

 

 
Ewan lives in the house next door to Dev. He’s young, free and single, and isn’t looking to change that anytime soon. When awkward circumstances throw them together, Ewan offers to help Dev out in the bedroom in return for maths tutoring, and Dev jumps at the chance.
 
They work their way through Dev’s sex-to- do list, but what starts as a perfect no- strings arrangement gets more complicated as their feelings for each other begin to grow. If they’re going to turn their lessons in lovemaking into something more permanent, they need to work out how they feel about each other—before they get to the end of Dev’s list.

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Sitting on his bed, Dev yawned, his full stomach making him sleepy. He stared at his phone as he contemplated calling home but decided he couldn’t face it tonight. He loved his mum, but she did tend to bang on. Once she got him on the line, she’d end up talking for ages and asking him a million questions he was too tired to answer. Instead, he sent his mum a quick text.
 
All moved in, everything’s good. I’m shattered now so I’m going to have an early night. I’ll call you tomorrow.
 
She replied within seconds as though she’d been waiting for him to call.
Okay sweetie, glad you’re settled. Sleep well xxx
 
He picked up his notepad and crossed off phone home. Texting counted. He also crossed off everything else on his list for today. 
 
That was Saturday done. Dev set his notepad aside, opened his laptop, and pulled up his lists app. He liked his notepad for day-to- day organisation; it gave him a certain satisfaction to cross out the things he’d done and to get to the end of the day with all the tasks completed. But for longer-term planning, he kept his lists on his Mac, synced to his phone.
 
For the first time in six months, Dev could breathe again. Finally he had a safe place where he could get back on track and look to the future. He began to type.
 
Things To Do This Term
Make some friends
Learn to cook
Research sex stuff
Join Grindr
Get some experience
Find a boyfriend
 
He stared at the words on the screen and sighed. That seemed like a lot of things to aim for. But it was good to have goals, right? Jez and Mac seemed really nice, so hopefully Dev was already on his way to achieving the first objective. And that bloke Ewan… Dev’s mind conjured up the image of the flame-haired hunk who lived next door. Ewan had been friendly.
Maybe there was potential there too.
 

 

 

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What happens when an unrepentant Cleat Chaser meets the player of her dreams?

 

Nikki Graves has a history of going through the baseball roster with an eye for talent–the kind of talent that keeps things spicy between the sheets. But, once she meets Braden Bradford, catcher for the Ravens, her talent scout days are done. He’s the one.

 

Braden has never met a woman like Nikki, and he can’t get enough of her smart mouth and big heart. But life isn’t always as direct and certain as the connection between Braden and Nikki. When family objections and career trajectories begin to crowd the plate, will Braden be able to keep his catch of a lifetime?


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Kasey frowned, but then her expression lightened. “Say, Nik, you never gave me all the details from the lez experience you had in college. This game is boring as fuck. Entertain me with it.”

“It wasn’t really an experience. I just kissed a girl a little bit when I was drunk.” I shrugged as the first Ravens batter, Ramirez, strode to the plate.

“Not bad.” Kasey crossed her long, tan legs at the knee.

The guy sitting next to her gave her an appreciative up and down look, but her head was turned towards me so she didn’t see it.

“How much tongue are we talking?”

I closed my eyes and tried to remember the fall of my sophomore year, but it was hazy at best. I had way too much fun in school. “I think there was tongue, and she definitely felt me up over my shirt. I can’t remember if she ever went under, but I doubt it.”

“Nice.” Kasey set her beer down. “I think I need a reenactment. You know, to test you. Make sure you’re not running a game on Braden, pretending to be straight.”

I rolled my eyes as Ramirez swung and missed, strike one. “Not a chance. Besides, everyone knows I’m a Penis Flytrap.”

“Come on, just a little kiss.” She leaned closer as Kyrie snickered on my other side.

“No way.” I shook my head. “Braden would kill me.”

“I think Braden would be all about it. Just a couple of girls. One, his girlfriend, the other, like a sister to him. No harm in the two of us being friendly. Right, Kyrie?”

“Don’t drag me into this. I’m an innocent bystander.” She grabbed some more popcorn as Kasey’s confident grin surfaced.

I tried to ignore the hot blond trying to get into my panties. The next pitch was high and outside. Ball.

“Just a little experiment. That’s all.” Kasey’s tone turned wheedling. “It won’t count.”

“How many girls have you tricked into opening their legs for you like this?” I stared at her, not even close to falling under her spell.

She frowned. “Tons. What gives with you?”

“I love Braden.”

“Me too.” She moved closer, her big, pretty eyes open wide like the wolf’s in Red Riding Hood. “So how about you give me a little tit action as a sign of our love for him.”

Kyrie snorted.

“A little help here?” I turned to her.

“Nope.” She shook her head, a giggle falling from her lips. “I don’t get between Kasey and her prey.”

“Come on.” Kasey wrapped a lock of my hair around her finger.

I tried to keep the amused smile off my lips. “I’m trying to watch the game.”

Ramirez finally made contact, hitting a line drive and trucking it to first base.

Kasey didn’t even look. She kept her gaze on me.

I sighed. “Oh my God. If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”

She squealed. “Yes, I promise.”

“Fine, you can have a tit grope.” I’d taken many a tit grope from Kyrie, so this was nothing special.

She reached for the hem of my tank top.

“Hey!” I smacked her hand away. “Over my shirt and for no more than five seconds.”

“That’s it?” she pouted.

I tossed my hair behind my shoulder. “It’s that or nothing, you goddamn sexual predator.”

She smiled and licked her lips before focusing on my chest. “Fine.”

“Get to it.” I leaned back and dropped my elbows to the armrest, giving her maximum chest exposure.

She rubbed her hands together like she was Mr. Miyagi readying to fix Daniel-San’s leg. The guy sitting on her other side couldn’t take his eyes off us. I wondered if he was going to cream in his jeans.

“Here we go.” She hovered her hands over my chest as Kyrie shook with laughter next to me. “Luscious Nikki tits in three, two, one.”

“Hey!” Braden’s voice cut through the air.

I looked up and Kasey and I were on the kiss cam for the entire stadium to see.

“Kase!” I leaned forward, but that only pressed her palms to my tits.

The crowd went silent, and Kasey took the opportunity to give me a good squeeze. I smacked her hands away as the crowd went from silent to roaring with approval. I hid my scarlet face in my hands.

“Goddammit Kasey!” Braden was at the net yelling. “I’m going to kick your ass!”

I peeked through my fingers as a grinning Easton strode up behind him. “Come on, man. They’re just dicking around.”

“Kasey is a woman-stealer. She’s the devil!” He pointed a finger through the netting at Kasey, who was doubled over with laughter.

“I’m sorry.” I shook my head, my hands still covering my face.

“It’s not your fault. It’s the blond Satan sitting next to you!” The corner of his mouth twitched. He was holding back a smile.    

 

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Celia Aaron

 

Celia Aaron is the self-publishing pseudonym of a published romance and erotica author. She loves to write stories with hot heroes and heroines that are twisty and often dark. Thanks for reading.

 

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Sloane Howell

 

Sloane Howell lives in the Midwest United States and writes dirty stories. When not reading or writing he enjoys hanging out with his family, watching sports, playing with the dogs, traveling, and engaging his readers on social media. You can almost always catch him on Twitter posting something goofy.

 

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Because I love You by Tori Rigby **Debbie’s Review**

Because I Love You
by Tori Rigby
Genre: YA Contemporary
Release Date: May 17th 2016
Blaze Publishing

Summary from Goodreads:

Eight weeks after sixteen-year-old Andie Hamilton gives her virginity to her best friend, “the stick” says she’s pregnant.

Her friends treat her like she’s carrying the plague, her classmates torture and ridicule her, and the boy she thought loved her doesn’t even care. Afraid to experience the next seven months alone, she turns to her ex-boyfriend, Neil Donaghue, a dark-haired, blue-eyed player. With him, she finds comfort and the support she desperately needs to make the hardest decision of her life: whether or not to keep the baby.

Then a tragic accident leads Andie to discover Neil’s keeping a secret that could dramatically alter their lives, and she’s forced to make a choice. But after hearing her son’s heartbeat for the first time, she doesn’t know how she’ll ever be able to let go. 
 

 

 

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4 stars

 

After I finished reading this book I felt emotionally drained and sad at how things went down at the end. I had to wait a few days before writing this review to sort out exactly how I truly felt about the plot twist the author threw in towards the end of this book.  Even now several days after I finished reading this book I am still torn if I agree with her ending or not.

 

This book follows 16 year-old Andrea “Andie” on her emotional journey through her pregnancy.  Andie slept with one of her best friends Carter after they both confessed that they had feelings stronger then just friends. They decided to keep it a secret from their other bestie Heather because Heather too had feelings for Carter. What they didn’t expect was for that one night to end with Andie getting pregnant.  After she finds out she is pregnant things take a turn from bad to terrible.

 

  “This was his fault. He was the one who told me he loved me. He was the one who kissed me. And he was the one who sobered up the next morning and told me we should just be friends, for Heather’s sake.”

  “And now Carter and Heather had betrayed me. I was alone. Helpless and utterly alone.”

 

The story was well written and I enjoyed the plot but I felt some parts dragged a little. My heart broke for Andie and I was able to connect with her character. As for Carter and Heather, I could not stand either of them. Both of them were selfish and had some serious growing up to do.  I loved Neil and felt he became the rock that Andrea needed. She was thrown into a rough position and Neil stood by her and supported every decision she made and showed her that there are people out there that truly care.

 

  “I care about you, Andie.  I’ve cared about you since the third grade, Since the moment you put that flower in my hand and told me I was worth something.”

 

This book will take you on an emotional ride while reading it. Several parts had me outraged and disgusted and other parts had me giddy and full of hope.  I am not a big fan on the way the story ended but I understand why she wrote it the way she did. It just wasn’t my HEA. If you love being taken on an emotional roller coaster then this is a book you’ll definitely want to check out.

 

 

 

About the Author

Tori Rigby is a YA author of Contemporary and Historical Romances. She longs to live in the Scottish Highlands, and her favorite time and place in history is Medieval England—so much that she’d give up her Internet and running water to go back in time! Tori also writes YA genre fiction as Vicki Leigh.

 

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