Friday, July 29, 2016

Mistrust By Margaret Mcheyzer

Title: Mistrust
Author: Margaret McHeyzer
Genre: Young Adult
 Release Date: July 29, 2016


From New York Times bestselling author Margaret McHeyzer.... 

I’m the popular girl at school.
The one everyone wants to be friends with.
I have the best boyfriend in the world, who’s on the basketball team.
My parents adore me, and I absolutely love them. My sister and I have a great relationship too.
I’m a cheerleader, I have a high GPA and I’m liked even by the teachers.
It was a night which promised to be filled with love and fun until…something happened which changed everything.

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Dragging myself out of the gymnasium and down the hall, I try and get to the side double-doors. But with no one here to help me, it's difficult. I need to sit for a moment out on the steps leading to the back field and gather myself.

My legs become heavier as I get to the doors. The cyclone happening inside my head is growing thicker while my vision is so unclear I can barely make out any objects.

Stumbling down the first step, I barely recognize where I am.

“What’s happening?” I think I say.

There’s a cacophony of dense sounds; a combination of white noise, mumbling, and a beat which doesn’t make sense.

My eyes are now so heavy I can barely open them and my legs are completely weighted as I attempt to make my way down the stairs. I think I’m going to pass out.

Author Bio

There's something about the written word that is pure magic.

Possibly it's the fact there are 26 letters in the English alphabet, and they can create something so beautiful or so empowering they're capable to change our lives.

How important is it that we break suit and stretch our minds?

I like to think of myself as 'unique'. My stories aren't for everyone, and sometimes I may push what you believe to be 'normal'.

Normal is subjective.

I prefer to be known as a person who's never been 'bound by custom' but is 'unique by choice'.

I hope you do read and enjoy my stories.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Her Fierce Seal By Caitlyn O'Leary

Title: Her Fierce SEAL
Series: Midnight Delta #6
Author: Caitlyn O'Leary
Genre: Military/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: July 27, 2016


Navy SEAL, Finn Crandall, still reeling from his last mission, is desperate for a purpose to bring him the redemption he needs.

Landing in Austin Texas, he meets the feisty Angie Donatelli. She’s a private investigator on a quest to reunite a young girl with her stolen baby. Angie is tough, and doesn’t want or think that she needs help. When she’s confronted with a man who won’t take no for an answer, sparks fly and flames ignite. Angie finds herself falling for the sexiest and most stubborn man she has ever met.

When Finn and Angie team up to search for the missing baby, Finn’s fierce protective instincts kick into high gear. As they dig deeper into the baby’s disappearance, Finn’s old nightmares get tangled up with the new horrors they encounter. Will Angie’s unconditional love and Finn’s inner strength be enough to fight the demons of his past and conquer the evils they’re confronting today?

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Angie stretched, and for the first time in days, it hardly hurt at all. Okay, it still hurt like a bitch, but she wasn’t going to admit it. She had plans. Admitting she was hurting was not going to get her what she wanted. She threw off the covers and meandered into the kitchen.

“That smells really good, what is it?”

“Chicken stir-fry and noodles.”

Her mouth watered. She slid by him, a lot closer than necessary, to grab a water glass out of the cupboard.

“Let me get that.” He handed her the glass, and lightly touched her waist in the process.

She put her hand on top of his. “You can press harder. I’m not made of glass.” She grinned.

Finn frowned. “Are you trying to tell me you’re not in pain still? Because I’m not buying it. I’ve had broken ribs.”

“Just one rib is broken. One,” she reminded him. “And my waist is fine.”

“I saw your hip.”

Angie pressed her finger to his lips. “I just wanted some water.” He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, and to brush up against you. I am doing better, except my neediness level is off the chart.”

He gently cupped her hips and brought her closer. She felt his heat, his strength, his desire. She wiggled against his erection. He hissed in a breath. “My neediness level is pretty damn high too. I think it needs to be measured.”

Angie blinked, and threw back her head and laughed. He moved, thrust his fingers into her hair, and drew her in for a kiss, the likes of which she had never experienced. His lips were a hard, hungry wonder making her open and beg for more.

His tongue swirled in, and her head spun with carnal bliss. She sucked him deeper, scraping him with her teeth, enjoying the growl that sent ripples to her core. He plunged in again, and she nipped his tongue. His large hand gripped her ass causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to weep. She jerked away, her eyes wide.

“Bedroom.” Was that husky purr her voice?

Her Boy Scout kissed the top of her head and turned to make sure all the burners were off. Then she was in his arms, and he was striding to her room.

“It smells like a strawberry field in here, but I know one thing that will smell even better.” She froze. Oh, he was not going to be like any of the polite Southern-Boy lovers of her past.

He set her down beside the bed. She crossed her arms in front so she could take off her blouse.

“Oh no, I get to unwrap my present.”

“Faster this way.” Then she did a stupid thing and tried to hurry, wincing in pain as she pulled off her top.

“Dammit, Angie,” came the muffled roar. “We do this my way, or not at all. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Would he stop if she saluted? No, he wouldn’t, not with the way he stared at her cleavage. Thank God for the power of boobs.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’ve seen me before. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t wearing a bra.”

He looked up at her and shook his head. “That can be easily rectified.” Finn unclasped her bra and peeled it down her arms. Then he knelt in front of her, and cupped both breasts, and licked a nipple. Her legs lost all strength, and she would have fallen except for his fast action. He had her lying on the bed and stripped out of her slacks and panties in under a minute.

“Beautiful,” he reiterated.

Angie was still trembling from the one caress. He pulled his shirt off with that manly over the back, one armed tug, and she finally got to see the most gorgeous chest she had ever seen in her life. She held out her arms.


Angie still had bruising on her hip, and her ribcage was still wrapped with tape.. In no way, shape or form did it detract from her beauty. But it did make him very conscious of the fact that the formidable Angie Donatelli needed to be treated like spun glass.

“Now, Finn,” she commanded. That stopped him. What? She expected him to climb on board? What kind of lovers had she had in the past? He cupped her ankle and then trailed the backs of his fingers up the inside of her leg. Higher and higher, closer and closer to the bare mound that beckoned like a candle at midnight.

She squirmed, and parted her legs further so he was tempted, and finally he was there. Just a touch and she gasped his name. Delicate flesh he had to taste and savor. He needed this closeness like he needed his next breath. Finn nuzzled, and licked, as she shuddered and sighed. Carefully, he coaxed her over the edge, exalting in her cry of pleasure.

“Now, Finn,” she pleaded. He stepped off the bed and shucked his jeans, then grabbed a condom. He laid down beside her and gathered her close. She was trembling, and so was he. For the first time in months, he was close to finding something he needed, something clean and pure. She turned in his arms.

All pleading was gone. Her fingers traced his cheekbones. She kissed his forehead. His eyelids, his lips. She was killing him. “You’ve given me so much, Finn. You don’t see it. But I’ve never had someone stand beside me and want to protect me before.”

“I don’t understand,” he whispered. Her skin was so soft as he touched the shell of her ear.

“Of course, you don’t. Because you’re just being Finn Crandall. You’re the man I’m coming to love.” Finn froze, and had to have felt it. “Damn, too much, too soon, wasn’t it? How about the man I’m coming to lust?” She gave him a cheeky grin, and he his heart lurched. Ginger had made love a four letter word, he needed to reclaim it.

“Love, Angie. I like the word love a whole lot better. Lust is good, but love is what’s happening in this room—in this bed.”

“Then why did you tense up?”

“Bad memories. But you’re chasing them away.”

“I’m glad. Do you want to talk about it?” Her brown eyes a soft liquid brown.

He needed another kind of intimacy right then. “Later, I want this kind of love, first.” He bent down and parted her lips with his. The flavor of strawberries exploded across his senses. She stroked him with one hand, while the other pulled the condom wrapper from his hand.

“I can’t wait, I need you.” Her thumb glided over his tip, and he was close to losing it.

“Slow, I need this to last. We only have one first time, Lady, I want to savor it.”

Her breath hitched, and she kissed his chin. He brushed the arch of her brow, and gazed into her eyes. Then he stroked downward until he was once again cupping her breast, rolling her nipple to a swollen point.

“So good,” she sighed softly, was there pain in her sigh? He bent, and took the crest in his mouth, holding her gently down on the bed, and forcing her to keep still for his ministrations.

“Let me move.”

“No. It hurts you.”

“Staying still hurts more.”

She had so much to learn. He squeezed, and she cried out. “Just lie there and enjoy this. I need to touch you, please you. I can’t stand the thought of you in pain.” He tenderly clasped her delicate flesh, loving how her breath caught.


He obliged, and then his thumb rasped over her nipple, again and again. She made a small move, and he stopped.


“You move and I stop, that’s the game.”

“I don’t like that game.” He softly grasped her nipple with his teeth, and she shrilled with pleasure as his tongue worked the nub. The moment she moved he stopped.

“I. Hate. This. Game.”

“I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“There’s a part of me that is painfully achy. Painfully empty.” She smiled. He licked her nipple one last time, and then kissed her beautiful smile. She drew him in, he gloried in the closeness and realized she was right. He found the wrapper, and she helped to get the protection in place, doubling the amount of time it took with four hands attempting the task.

Their laughter filled the bedroom, then they looked at one another and realized the moment had finally come.

“Finn?” her voice trembled.

“I have you.” Had it ever been more important? He watched her languid expression of joy as he slowly slid home. She tried to lift, but he held her still. “Just squeeze baby.” He felt her clutch, and sweat broke out all over his body. She gave him a dazed smile as she clenched in a sweet rhythm with his every thrust.

“This is incredible,” she breathed.

“It’s you. You take my breath away, Lady.” Faster, but still careful, he moved. She gripped him tighter and made the sweetest sounds of passion. Her nails dug into his ass, as she pushed upwards, and he thrust harder and faster, loving her tight pulsing.

He watched as her eyes glazed over and she started to tremble. He continued his loving strokes, and watched as she flew, then he followed. When he came back to himself, he realized he had finally found redemption.

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Author Bio

Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

Her Series Include:

THE FOUND: It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

MIDNIGHT DELTA This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

FATE HARBOR This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.

She loves to hear from her readers.

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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Yours Series By Blue Saffire

Many authors have what I call a theme or a formula for their books. For many, it could be the genre, e.g., mafia, baby, etc.,  but for some, it could be the actual characters themselves. Let me explain. Author Blue Saffire, in her recent release of the Yours series, discusses briefly why she, in many of her books, describes her black female characters with less than traditional African American features. For instance, many, if not most of her black heroines have light eyes and/or blonde hair. As we all know, black people come in a variety of sizes, shapes, and skin tones, and I think it’s great that we celebrate our own diversity. But you know me; there is always a “but” in there; it just seems, and not just this author, that I have noticed in the IR genre in general, an overwhelming amount of seemingly black heroines possess European features. Again, I completely understand that we all don’t have brown eyes and kinky hair, etc., but goodness, what is the percentage of us who do have “chocolate” skin also have blonde hair and blue eyes? And, is it so wrong to write a character with traditional African features? With “chocolate” skin, curvy body, natural hair, and brown eyes? I honestly get what the author is doing and am impressed that throughout her story, she touches briefly on colorism and loving your features no matter how different they are from the “norm”. But is this celebrating our diversity or is it mainstreaming your work? (This is not to say this author does this. I honestly want to know because this has been more prevalent in this genre in an effort to be more universally appealing to non-black readers). Ok, I am going to get off my soapbox and get to this review:

This review, as you will soon be able to tell, will be a combination of both books in the series.

One thing I will say is that because all of these stories contain characters from her other series, a clearer family tree is sorely needed. Though the author does provide a character roster in all of her books, a clearer and more structured family tree or list is needed because there is constant crossover and new additions with each new installment or series. I say this because, and I don’t know if many other readers caught on to this, but in the first book of the series Yours, Kimmie is “pregnant”, but readers don’t know this because it’s not discussed in the first book, although the author gives it away in her list of characters.

Sephora is a beauty, but with like most of these stories, she doesn’t realize her own worth or appeal. Her mother has always put her down, and she feels like the ugly duckling. One night, she meets the handsome and dominant (Although, as a reader, I really didn’t get that vibe from him) Nick Lincoln who changes her life. Nick enjoys being in control of all things and because of his past has many demons. He is captivated by Sephora, and once she comes of age, whether she knows it or not, she is his.

In the first story, Sephora is running from Nick and essentially from herself. She doesn’t know who she is (not in an amnesiac way, but trying to find her way), and everyone has an opinion about how she should live her life. I get that this series is supposed to include BDSM, but honestly, it didn’t read like a BDSM story. It did include some BDSM elements like the collar and playroom, but it wasn’t fully fleshed out. I just felt like this was added as a tag-on. Let me explain. Nick collars Sephora, but she doesn’t even know the significance of a collar until her brother explains to her what the necklace represents. Huh? Isn’t that a Dom’s responsibility? And all the men, including Sephora’s brother Luke, have a “darkness” that can only be explored through BDSM because of their past. (Sounds cliché much?)

Now in the second story, it’s all the back and forth with Sephora and Nick, the “I love you’s and I will never leave you’s:, we get it.  There were chapters of them saying the same thing repeatedly but in different POVs.  I felt like it was more to the story, but the author wasted space going over the same thing. I actually liked the idea of this story but more was needed to the story. The author kept repeating herself with these characters. It was the same fight and argument every other chapter. And the sex scenes? Nothing seemed fresh, which is sad because this story could have been better if the author explored more of the suspenseful aspect of the story and not just adding superfluous scenes.

The author mentions that all of her stories build on each other and that readers will see a crossover of many characters from her other series. I don’t take issue with this, but a timeline is sorely needed. Because there are so many characters in these books, it’s virtually a mind overload trying to keep up with all of them and figure out what’s going on, and the actual time the story is taking place. The many nicknames that each character has only adds to the confusion. It is honestly difficult to say that this was truly Nick & Sephora’s story because there were so many characters and aspects of the story.

I will say that editing is much improved from her earlier series, but it was still hard at times to tell who was doing the talking. Things are happening in these stories, but they are not really fleshed out. A new chapter begins, and the reader is to infer what happened next. Events and happenings seem a little all over the place and include many chapters of just the author narrating and no character interaction or movement. And all of Sephora’s insecurities are like whiplash— she is strong and confident and proclaims to fight for her man one minute and then the next, one misunderstanding or Nick speaking with another woman, she becomes withdrawn.

When Sephora does finally find’s her voice, she makes silly decisions. For example, she knows the story of his ex and his parents and is warned repeatedly to stop digging. Although she knows it’s dangerous, she continues on, yet one disparaging comment about Nick and she breaks down? These stories, although fused with a promising element of suspense, are drowned out by the characters defending their relationship and Sephora trying yet again to come to terms with their relationship.

In conclusion, this is not a personal attack on the author, so please don’t take this personally. As a reader, this is my opinion, and yes, a review is an opinion. This is not the gospel, and no, I don’t expect others to agree with me, so save the comments from the fan girls. While this wasn’t my favorite book by the author, this is not to discourage others from reading the series. I’ve actually enjoyed Blue Saffire’s work, specifically, The Brothers Black series. I just didn’t love this story. It seemed rushed and not fully fleshed out. Please don’t judge this book based on this one review but for yourselves.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Fleeting Moments By Bella Jewel

Title: Fleeting Moments
Author: Bella Jewel
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
 Release Date: July 19, 2016


One single moment changes everything
In one breath, you can have it all
A split-second later, it can all disappear
Vanished forever

That was me
I had it all
Then in a cruel twist of fate, it was taken from me
A beautiful life gone in a flash

But he was there
He was there to pick me up when I fell
To protect me
My savior. My rock.

He was just a stranger
Just a selfless stranger with a face I'll never forget
Can't forget
Won't forget

And like everything else, he just disappeared
As if he never existed
I have to find him
I need to find him
He has to know that he saved me

He has to know that in that one fleeting moment, he was all I could see

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Author Bio

Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.

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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Salvatore By Natasha Knight

Title: Salvatore
Series: Benedetti Brothers #1
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2016



It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters.

I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us.

That was five years ago.

Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me.

I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life.

I expected a monster, one I would destroy. But nothing is ever black or white. No one is either good or evil. For all his darkness, I saw his light. For all his evil, I saw his good. As much as he made me hate him, a passion hotter than the fires of hell burned inside me.

I was his, and he was mine. 

My very own monster.


I owned the DeMarco Mafia Princess. She belonged to me now. We had won, and they had lost. And what better way to teach a lesson than to take from them that which is most precious? Most beloved?

I was the boy who would be king. Next in line to rule the Benedetti Family. Lucia DeMarco was the spoils of war. Mine to do with as I pleased.

It was my duty to break her. To make her life a living hell. My soul was dark, I was hell bound. And there was no way out, not for either of us. Because the Benedetti family never lost, and in our wake, we left destruction. It’s how it had always been. How I believed it would always be.

Until Lucia.

Author’s Note: Salvatore and Lucia’s story is a steamy standalone romance with a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for mature readers.

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Author Bio

USA Today Bestselling author Natasha Knight writes dark romance as well as spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, science-fiction and fantasy. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller in multiple categories forever searching in every story for that single most important element of love. All of her stories contain at least one kinky Alpha male, lots of dirty talk and a well deserved happily ever after.

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Power By Kenya Wright

Title: Power
Author: Kenya Wright
Genre: Romance Crime Thriller
Release Date: July 15, 2016


***Warning: This book contains adult language, graphic violence, and explicit sex that may be disturbing for some readers. This book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.**

Mary Jane, a struggling comedienne, stumbled into the wrong club at the wrong time. She didn't notice the gangster gripping the gun and the two scary men on his sides. She just jumped on the stage, tested the microphone, and went into her routine. 

And that's where things got interesting.

Noah was the gangster that gripped the gun. The Beast of Din City. The Boss of the Streets. The one who ruled them all from the North to the South. Not liking to murder women, he'd now been thrown into an uncomfortable situation. She'd accidentally become a witness to something she shouldn't have seen.

She'd now become a problem.

Yet, their gazes met and hearts faltered, thump, thumping in their chest like a tune beat out from bullets slicing through the air and bodies crashing to the ground.

Their gazes met and things would never be the same for him or her, nor the Streets. Their gazes met and he decided not to kill her, instead he took her on a journey where sex meets the rhythm of the streets, high to low, smooth to rough, growing inside of them both until they're not sure, if any of them will survive—him, her, or those bloody streets.

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Noah’s POV

If I could, I would’ve written it all down. The taste of her sex. The softness of her flesh. The richness of her moans. The squeaking of the bed.

She had that good pussy. The sort a man wanted to lock down and trap to him. Never let out, unless the chick was strapped to him. That good pussy. I’d heard legends of women with gold between their thighs, but thought it was bullshit. Now, I was a believer. She had that good pussy. Gushing and dripping. Her sex wet for me. It was a perfect opening to pleasure. Folds like satin, a liquid symphony. Good pussy. Warm flesh hugging my cock. Drawing me inside of her. Luring. Singing to never stop.

“Oh, Noah,” Mary Jane moaned. “It feels so good.”

That’s a goddamn understatement.

 Author Bio

Kenya Wright wrote her first novel during her third year at UM Law school. She dropped out a month after the release and never looked back.

Words are power,
and Kenya wants to be the greatest wizard that ever lived.

It's an audacity to inspire
and teach the healing of love through arousal.

It's this crazy idea that love
can not only help a reader escape,
but the story can also teach the person
about being human,
while making them laugh,
and hot for more sex.

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2 winners will each receive a signed paperback of Power + a bottle of one of the wine’s listed below (US only + 21 and over)

Noah’s Wine

Heist, Cabernet Sauvignon, Santa Ynez Valley, California – 2013

Inky, opaque garnet-to-brick hues in the glass. Ripe, juicy and loveable on the nose and palate with notes of black currant, cassis and blackberry over wet forest floor. Threads of violet and chocolate throughout. Nice balance, medium finish, ready to drink now.

Mary Jane’s Wine 

Calamity Sue, Riesling, Arroyo Seco, California - 2014

Hues of pale yellow straw in the glass. Perfumy white flowers on the nose and ripe pear. Nice balance between acidity, fruit extraction and sweetness. Complex and interesting with a mineral nuance.

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