Sunday, July 30, 2017






Title: Mr. Right-Now
Author: Lila Monroe
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 30, 2017





Blurb


“I’m face-down in forty glorious inches of well-endowed
cake, seriously reassessing my life choices, when suddenly I hear it. The voice
that launched a thousand teenage boy-band dreams. My #1 crush, Drew Delaney
himself.”

Ten years ago, Drew was boy-band royalty: the subject of a
million teenage fantasies - and the guy next door. He was so far out of my
league, I couldn’t see him for stars, but now I’m back in town for our
high-school reunion, guess who I run into but Mr. Right-Now himself…

Older. Hotter. And still sexy enough to make me forget about
the glittery white frosting currently smeared across my chest.

Sparks are flying, and so are my panties, and soon, our trip
down memory lane has taken a detour to ‘oh my god, don’t stop!’. Population:
me. 

But can I turn Mr. Right-Now into Mr. Forever? Or will
crazed fans, vicious yoga moms, and three dozen c#ck-sicles (don’t ask) doom
our romance to the ‘Where are they now?’ section of MTV’s greatest hits? 

You’ll be begging for a taste of Lila Monroe’s new sexy, laugh-out-loud
summer romance!











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Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.



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Gail's review
Arc given for a honest review –
This was a fun and light hearted rom com. I really enjoyed this book.
Maggie due to some recent bad luck and having to close her bakery is headed home for a while.. but when she gets there she is not expecting to see her childhood crush.. Drew was Maggie’s child hood crush, she was best friends with his sister.. and he was in a boy band growing up.. but he is far from a boy now.. No Now is a hot sexy music producer.. I loved all the funny things that happen in this book.. (maggies face and a big o’l cock cake)
This was a fun and fast read for me. I really, really enjoyed the story, I loved how they were able to reconnect and find that perfect balance.. I cant wait to read more from Lila, she is defiantly on my radar

Friday, July 28, 2017






Title: Hot Bachelor
Author: Katie McCoy
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 28, 2017





Blurb

Dash Hennessy is the hottest bachelor in the country,
looking for love in front of an audience of millions… He just wasn’t supposed
to pick ME! 

I just landed my dream summer gig: working as a production
assistant on TV’s smash-hit reality show, Ever After. Two months of sun and fun
at the beach? Sign me up! Until the moment I come face to face with this
season’s bachelor, racing’s bad boy Dash - aka, the mysterious hottie I just
hooked up with at a creepy motel off the I-80.

Can you say, awkward?

Dash is sexy, charming - and totally off-limits. But the
chemistry between us is way too hot to ignore. He’s playing to win, and he’s
got his sights set on the prize: me!




Soon, the action is heating up off-screen. But between
ratings-hungry producers, back-stage drama, and twelve of the most cutthroat
glamazon contestants known to womankind, I’m in way over my head. Can I find my
happily-ever-after, or will it be lights, camera, heartbreak? 

The Bachelor gets a rom-com twist in Katie McCoy’s
hilarious, sexy new read! 







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Katie McCoy is a self proclaimed sushi addict, Cardinals baseball fanatic, and lover of all things theatrical. A St. Louis native transplanted to Brooklyn, she acts, sings, and shakes her booty when she isn't writing books about hot men and the girls who love them.



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Title: Tapped

Series: Love on the Rocks #1
Author: Cora Cade
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 16, 2016






Blurb


One night is all she wanted.
Georgia Burke is on a mission to find a sexy one night stand. After she catches her cheating ex with her friend, in Georgia's apartment no less, she visits her brother in his sleepy lakeside town to regroup. Her first night at Fox Lake and she finds the Drunken Duck pub and puts her plan into motion. Almost.

Will Calder is looking for the real deal. He's done with the short-term flings and wants to find a woman ready for everything he has to offer. Will's determined to show Georgia more than just a single night of debauchery and he'll do everything in his power to keep her close.

Georgia's going to find Will's idea of the perfect woman isn't what she expected. She'll have to face her own insecurities to land the sexy contractor or settle for the vacation fling she anticipated.

Warning: Contains a curvy woman with a geeky streak and the contractor out to win her heart. Expect a sexy romp with a man who knows how to work with his hands.









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Chapter  1

Georgia Burke slipped a hand down her hip, smoothing her favorite skirt in place as the summer breeze
whipped across the lake.
  The last thing
she needed was to flash the Drunken Duck patrons on the patio a look at her girly bits.
  Granted, they were covered
in her sexiest pair of cream lace panties, and she was here to pick up a hot man to do the dirty with, but her newfound brazen spirit only went so far.
If she was lucky it would actually survive until she ordered a drink at the bar.
Georgia's confidence crumbled as she made her way to the front entrance of the pub and a group of
guys on the patio started laughing.  Two
pointed at her and the third whipped his head around to see her.  They all had classically good looks, short
hair and lean muscles behind fitted t-shirts.
Young.  They snickered at her expense again, but she squared her shoulders and moved into the interior of the pub.
Fuck them and their frat boy mentality.
Women came in all shapes and sizes, and if they expected every female to fit their version of sexy, they were going to be sorely mistaken when they got out in the real world.
Georgia put a little extra swing into her walk as she gathered her confidence again.  She had great tits and a curvy build with no shame in showing off.  It might've taken
years to find that confidence, only to have it knocked back by her last boyfriend, but she wasn't letting any man dictate how she felt about herself ever again.
Fuck that and fuck them.
And with that final thought, she took her size sixteen ass straight to the mahogany bar and ordered a very nice local craft beer on tap.  The little pixie behind the bar served it up
without fuss and started Georgia a tab.
While she was sipping at her beer and scoping out the crowd, a body bumped into her right arm.  The beer splashed down the front of her fitted, white shirt, highlighting the lace bra underneath for anyone to see.  After setting her half empty beer down, Georgia turned to face the guy who had yet to apologize or acknowledge he was most definitely in her personal space.
It might be a Friday night on the lake, but it was still relatively
early and the place wasn't busting at the seams yet.
It was one of the college boys from the patio.  He
had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, staring down Georgia's top but never really looking at her face.
"Nice rack for a fat chick."
Before she could speak up, the petite bartender scooped up her glass and handed over a stack of bar napkins.  "Apologize to the lady."
"It was an accident."
The bartender, all five feet nothing of her, leveled the kid across from her with a glare that could melt the skin off his face and said, "Acting like a dick in my bar will get your ass kicked out.  Now apologize."
"Babe, this isn't even your bar.  And I'm a paying customer. No one's kicking me out."
Georgia raised a lone eyebrow at the kid's audacity, but the bartender across from her just threw her head back and laughed.  And laughed some more.
When she dropped her head back down there wasn't any lingering humor on her face.  She was all business and looked a little bit deadly.
"That mountain standing behind you," she lifted a finger to point at a very severe, and very large, man that appeared behind the frat boy, "is my husband."
"Molly?"
Georgia did a double take when the massive man slapped a hand down on the kid's shoulder.  He was tall, well over six
feet, built like a brick house, and completely bald.  Dead sexy as well.  But that was all secondary to how quickly the
frat boy paled when he turned to face Molly's husband.
"Cal, be a doll and show this dick and his friends off the property."
The kid sputtered as Cal led him away with a firm grip without another word.
Georgia turned around and faced Molly behind the bar.
"Thanks, but you didn't have to kick anyone out because of
me."
Molly frowned.  "Honey, those fucking clowns needed to go.  They're predators and it was just a matter of time before Cal throat punched them.  It was my pleasure."
Even though she smiled, Georgia didn't know what to say in response to that, so she just started to mop up her wet shirt.
"You vacationing here?  Haven't seen you around before."
"My brother lives here and I'm house sitting while he's road tripping with my nephew. I just got in this afternoon."
"You're Dane Burke's kid sister?  Georgia, right?"
Georgia's head snapped up.  "You know Dane?"
Molly shrugged.  "Small town.  He's neighbors with a good friend of mine.  Nice guy.  Great kid."
"Yeah, they're both pretty great."
"Welcome to Fox Lake."  She paused, placing a
fresh beer down.  "Your neighbor in
the bungalow is Emma Rae, and her man is Gabe.
You let any of us know if you need something while you're here."
Georgia nodded, then sat back and took in the petite woman.  Small town hospitality at its finest.  She might actually like it here.  "I appreciate that. I'm a little out of
my element right now."
Molly leaned forward and rested her arms on the bar before speaking.  "Stop back in through the week sometime.  It's typically quieter, and I'll buy you a drink.  We're going to be friends, chick."
Georgia let a slow smile spread across her face.
"I'd like that, Molly."
"Good.  I'll be back to check on you in a bit.  Crowds going to be picking up soon."  She slapped a hand down on
the bar before walking away.
Georgia scanned the area again.  It looked like
everyone was paired off or in groups.  So
much for her grand plan to score a hot guy for some dirty sex.  It was probably a dumb idea anyway.  Just because you found your jerk boyfriend sticking it in your friend, in your bed, and in your apartment, doesn't mean
snapping up a random dude at a bar was a good idea.
But it definitely sounded like fun.




Author Bio



Nestled away in a small Ohio town, Cora spends her days
surrounded by cornfields, her husband, and her three rotten dogs. She writes
small town romances that give you fierce heroines and strong, stand-up guys.  

Warning: Flirty and dirty books guaranteed to make you drunk
in love.


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Thursday, July 27, 2017





Title: Food Fight

Series: Strip Mall Duology #1
Authors: T. Torrid & Heather Ohhh
Genre: Eroticomedy (Erotica/Romantic Comedy)

Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl
Release Date: August 10, 2017




Blurb


FOOD FIGHT is the first book in a new eroticomedy duology.
Each book in the Strip Mall series contains two separate stories from the same
universe. No cliffhangers... just a lot of laughs and some really hot sex!



BANANAS AND DONUTS: It's a food fight of epic proportions when this
not-so-sweet baker gets her hands on a gorgeous grocer's goods.



BAGELS AND BRATS: A buff butcher bites off more than he can chew when he
"meats" the vegan vixen next door.



*Intended for immature audiences 18+







T. Torrid


T. Torrid is a pop-culture junkie, a movie aficionado, and a
lover of all things 80s.




A lifelong Jersey girl, she currently lives there with her husband and two
sons.



She also writes romance under the name T. Torrest!













Heather Ohhh



Heather Ohhh is a Cajun girl with a big heart and a passion
for romance. Residing with her husband and five sons, she is quite fluent in
sarcasm. One spoiled little princess finishes off this brood adding a little
drama and sparkle to the mix. Life is chaotic, but she wouldn't have it any
other way. 

She also writes romance under the name Heather M. Orgeron.









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"Veronica Larsen ripped my heart out! This is a love triangle that will stay with me for a long time. 5 Star read you won't be able to put down." ~Alta Hensley, USA Today Bestselling Author

Eight years ago, Cole Van Buren left me at the altar without a single explanation. My heart’s been at a standstill ever since, the anger keeping me from moving on. Keeping me from seeing the man who’s been right in front of me all this time…

Andrew’s been the friend I needed, the one constant through the hardest times of my life. But one night, the lines blur and we’re tipped into something more. Just when I’m ready to explore what we could be…

My ex comes back.

Cole says he didn’t come to get me back, but I should know better. The answers he dangles overhead are the ones I need to finally let go. 

Except there’s no such thing as closure, only a past that wants to pull you backward.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017







Title: Taken
Series: Voyeur #1
Authors: Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 24, 2017



Blurb

I was drugged.
Now, I've woken up in
a dark, luscious room.
A deviant playground.
I'm not alone.
The person that was
drugged and taken with me is here, too.
My confidant.
Someone that I had
come to see as a brother.
My best friend.
Suddenly, there's a
voice coming through the speakers, telling us we've both been chosen to die.
The only way out? Do
everything we're told to do.
This person wants to
watch us. They want to be entertained. As she says, "I want to see you
come."
It's simple: either
we f*ck, or die.












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Excerpt


Sweat beads at my brow as the breath whooshes out of me.  I’m bent over, arms dangling down. Beneath
me, the most delicious, hardest length I’ve ever felt presses into my mound. I
want to rock against it.
I can’t move.
He won’t let me.
He keeps me like this, draped over his lap, immobile.
The sound of a strike reverberates throughout the room, but
silence remains. No noise. It isn’t allowed.
Moisture drips from my every pore, and yet, I’m focused on
this one drop as it gathers at the center of my forehead. Becomes bigger.
Everything’s out of control.
Crazed.
Hyper-awareness consumes my every breath.
I count to ten and it falls to the ground.
A small splat no one will ever hear. And yet, I do. The
sound as it hits the floor causes my breathing to stutter and skin to prickle
with goose bumps.
“The last ten, love,” Noah whispers, his hand massaging the
heated flesh beneath his fingertips. It hurts, but the pain is replaced by a
yearning so strong that I whimper in his lap.
Like a bitch in heat I arch and ask for more.
His touch.
His desire.
To make this burning within my veins stop.
With one hand he gathers the hair at my nape and forces my
head back. A harsh tug—I’m in his control—forces my eyes to his. Hooded dark
blue eyes look at me with concern, but behind their depths I see another
emotion burning.
Lust.
His want mirrors my own. This perversion is awakening
something darker from within. It grows—chokes us, because behind it all we were
meant to end up like this. My body at his hands. In his control.
Those hungry eyes look at me. Silent communication. Are you
okay?
I blink back a please and the asshole smirks. Aware of what
I need even as my mind fights the sins I have laid bare to his eyes.
My release is so close. A fresh round of arousal drips from
my core and onto his boxers.
I’m positioned over his lap, ass up, and the very tip of his
cock is against my hip. He’s hard. Jerks against me when I gyrate against his
length.
“Please,” I beg aloud this time and his hold on my hair
tightens. The hand kneading my ass cheek spreads me open to look at my
depravity. At what his own hands have caused.
That thong, that minuscule piece of fabric, can’t hide what
this game is doing to me. The evidence, slick and inviting, is on his lap.
I shift against his cock and he hisses. “Be still!”
A crackle follows his command and we both shiver. Each time
it appears, things change, become more.
Dangerous.
Frantic.
Wicked.
“Very good my pets, but the audience wants more. Lose the
panties, but without her standing up. Be creative, and there will be a reward.”
I exhale shakily. “Do it.”
“Are you sure?” As the word leave his lips, those same
fingers that a minute ago exposed me to his eyes, now hold my panties in his
grip. He doesn’t wait for a reply.  A tug
follows his question, the sound of fabric stretching meets my ears, and I nod.
Another pull and I feel every welt that forms on my skin
from the rough treatment. The sole sounds in the room are his harsh breathing
and mine. Loud exertion, but at the same time desperate for more.
What else could I say? No. Please don’t?
It would’ve been a bullshit lie and we both know it. The
voice commands and we follow. It asks and we accept our fate.
There’s a sick part of me that relishes in this madness.
Craves him. My Noah.
We have been dealt our cards; there is no escape. We must
accept our fate. 


Either we fuck each other, or we die.










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Elena M. Reyes



Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is
the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she
would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of
art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she
could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth
grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E.
Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.


Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with
hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst
to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her
husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and
letting her characters grow.





N. Isabelle Blanco



N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the
Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of
three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she
began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an
extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every
aspect of her life.

That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything
else.

Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New
York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the
hopes of one day getting them under control.

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Title: The Unrequited
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2017




Blurb


Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from
unrequited love. But it’s time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive
calling.

What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps
seeing around campus could be a great one—only he is the new poetry
professor—the married poetry professor.

Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist—rude, arrogant, and
broody—but his glares and taunts don’t scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry,
but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly fa├žade,
Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively.

Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in
the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he
kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you
again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget
all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.

NOTE: Please be aware that this book deals with sensitive
topics like cheating and death. 18+ Only.












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I’m hit by
a storm of desire to kiss him better. It’s a tornado, an avalanche in my body,
and in one breathless moment, I decide to go for it. It’s okay. I can take the
blame for it later.
I break the
rules and reach up and kiss him. A feathery peck on his plump lips, it’s a kiss
of solidarity, a kiss that intends to tell him I understand—but one isn’t
enough. It only manages to ratchet up my lust. So I give him another, this time
on the corner of his mouth, and then another one on his jaw.
It’s not enough, these small, barely-there
touches. I want more, but I won’t take it. I’ll be good; I’ll only give.
Abruptly,
he fists my curls and stops me. I look at him fearfully, ready to apologize—not
for the kiss, but for being the kisser. His gaze reflects passion, stark,
raving need, and I shiver, despite wearing layers and sweating with his heat.
“Are you
trying to kiss me, Layla?” he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift
ponytail.
He couldn’t
tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know I’m glowing like a neon sign.
Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
He inches
closer to me, still not touching—as impossible as that is—but infinitely
closer. “You want to kiss me, Miss Robinson, you do it right.”
Oh God,
does he have to call me that? Now, here? My spine arches on its own and my
heavy tits graze the contours of his shuddering chest.
“H-How?” I
ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y
voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.
For a
second, he’s silent, just watching. I’m afraid he’ll back out from whatever
this is, whatever insanity we’re about to commit—but then I sense the shift in
the liquor-laced air as he opens his mouth and growls, “Like this.”











Author Bio


Writer of bad romances. Coffee Addict. White Russian
Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer and poetess. Aspiring Lana Del Ray of the book
world.




I'm a big believer in love (obviously). I believe in happily ever after, the
butterflies and the tingling. But I also believe in edgy, rough and gutsy kind
of love. I believe in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally
ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.



The kind of love I write about is flawed just like my characters. And I hope by
the end of it, you'll come to root for them just as much as me. Because love,
no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful. 









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