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Giveaway: See Jayne Play by Jami Denise
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Blurb: Book One in the Jayne Series
Jayne King lived in a world of players. She’d been groomed by her father to win, taking no prisoners in her quest to reach the top. But, it was never enough. She wanted out, and just when she finds her escape, she’s pulled back into the underground crime world of Las Vegas. One phone call spins her life out of control and she once again has to live her life behind a mask of lies.
Her body is for sale, but her heart is off limits.
Flynn Maguire, professional gambler and notorious ladies’ man always wins. Always. As the heir to the Maguire Grand Hotel and Casino fortune, he’s always had his desires delivered on a silver platter. When he crosses paths with Jayne King, he will stop at nothing to have her. Nothing has ever stood between him and what he wanted, and there wasn’t any amount of money too high to pay to own her. He realizes too late that money can’t buy her heart and finds himself in a place he never thought he’d be. Out of luck.
EXCERPT 1
A few hours later, I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed, surrounded by the entire contents of my closet, freaking out.
I had very little red, surprisingly, and I wasn’t sure how my handsome client was going to take it when I showed up disobeying his wishes. He seemed like the type that expected everyone to submit to his whims, especially the people he paid.
My phone vibrated from beside me and I picked it up, seeing it was Vince calling.
“Hello,” I answered.
“What’s taking you so long? The car is sitting outside.”
I got up and peeked out the window, and sure enough, a sleek black town car was parked at the curb, Collins standing beside it.
“Shit,” I huffed. “I’m not ready yet. Give me ten, and I’ll be right down.”
I ended the call and grabbed a silk blouse from my bed, shaking the wrinkles out and slipping it on.
It was sheer and red, and I hoped the lacy red bra I wore underneath would appease Flynn. I
matched it with a slim skirt and in an effort to make him happy, I slid on a pair of red satin pumps.
I found myself wanting to impress him, and that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He was a client, not my boyfriend. I resented him for it, and irrationally, I wanted to hate him. At the end of the day,
I’d always be what I was, and he’d always be him. We were two different people from very different walks of life. It was ignorant to think otherwise.
I grabbed my purse and flew down the stairs to meet Vince outside. I wanted to get the date over with so I could come home and sulk. Alone.
I opened the door, and was surprised to see Flynn standing on my steps instead of Vince. He looked peeved, and that just set my back tight and defensive.
“It’s past five.”
I pressed my lips together and bit my tongue. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but that was the last thing I needed to do. He’d paid to fuck me, or not fuck me if things went the same direction as the last time we met. So, instead, I took a deep breath, relaxed my hips, and gave him Jayne’s winning smile.
“Beauty takes effort, Mr. Maguire. I wanted to look special. Just for you.”
His eyes danced. He gave me a quick glance, up and down, and then cocked his lips into a small smile.
“You do look beautiful, as always, Miss King.”
He held his arm out for me, and I tucked my hand into his elbow, tightening my grip as he turned to walk down the steps. I could feel the muscles underneath his coat, and the warmth from his body sent shivers up and down my spine.
I looked side to side, hoping to spot Vince. I wanted to make sure our plan was still in place without Flynn catching on.
“Your friend is waiting in his vehicle across the street.”
I laughed nervously. “He’s protective. It’s just a precaution.”
He hummed but didn’t comment. Collins opened the door for us and stepped aside while Flynn helped me inside. Sliding across the leather seats, I noticed right away that Flynn’s scent permeated the space. Delicious and spicy.
He moved in next to me and immediately threw his arm over the back of the leather seat, letting it settle on my shoulder. I moved in closer, enjoying the way it felt to be tucked under his arm.
I liked the way he took charge. It wasn’t so much arrogance as it was confidence. There was something very attractive about a man that knew what he wanted. It was even better when he took it.
Once the car began to move, Flynn turned sideways, facing me. I smiled at him, batted my lashes a bit, and adjusted myself so I could see him better. He was so devastatingly handsome. The line of his jaw was cut so sharp, and the smooth skin of his lips was so inviting.
I’d had my share of handsome men, but there was something so raw about his beauty, something wild. It danced in his eyes and played in his smile. There was darkness underneath, but I could definitely see some tenderness in him.
He was a player, same as me. His game was different, but not by much. He was well known for the high-stakes card games he played, a proud member of the Millionaire’s club. He may have been born into money, but he probably never had to touch it. A night at a table would set him ahead for years.
That was sexy to me. He was smart, a challenge. Pretty boys with brains were hard to come by, and it was refreshing to have someone that I could actually have a conversation with.
“Where are you taking me tonight, handsome?”
I ran my finger over his trouser-covered thigh, watching my fingernail leave a trail of red against the charcoal of the fabric.
“Nowhere.”
I looked up, confused. “Well, it feels like we’re moving, so we have to be on our way somewhere.”
His eyes darted between my eyes and my mouth, and for a brief moment I thought he might kiss me.
It thrilled me. I wanted him to touch me in the worst way.
“Take off your shoes.”
I blinked several times, puzzled by his sudden request. His eyes told me there was no questioning his words, so I shifted around so I could do as he asked. As I bent over, I made sure he got a good glimpse of my tits in my low-cut dress, and slowly slid the shoes off my feet and dropped them to the floor.
“I thought you’d appreciated the shoes. They’re red.”
“I do,” he said, smiling. “But I want to touch your feet. Put them in my lap so I can rub them.”
I moved quickly, happy to finally have his hands on me. There were far needier places that I needed him, but having him touch me at all was good enough.
His hands were strong, smooth, and his fingers gave the perfect amount of pressure on the arches of my feet. It felt amazing, and I couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched my feet, if ever.
His eyes were bright as he stared at me. He never missed a beat, rubbing and probing my feet like a professional. I was mesmerized, once again, lost in his eyes like a tamed lion.
“So, tell me, Miss King, do you enjoy being a tease?”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed. “I think you have it all wrong, Mr. Maguire. I only tease if I’m paid to tease. Otherwise, I always deliver.”
He hummed. “Yes, I guess you do. Up.”
He threw my legs off his lap and I scrambled to get up. It was no easy task, being that we were in a limo and all.
“Where do you want me?” I asked. My voice cracked. The look in his eyes told a thousand stories, and I wanted to read them all. I needed to know what he was thinking.
My confidence was failing. Miserably. He left me frustrated and confused. I had to get myself together and take control.
“Everywhere.”
Looking up into his eyes, I gasped. His voice was so soft, I had a feeling he hadn’t wanted me to hear him. I could see there was more to his comment.
I had to turn things around. The fire was burning out and strange emotions were stomping it out, so I got up on my knees and pressed my palms against his chest. “Lean back, Mr. Maguire.”
His lips twitched, but he held back a true smile. He wasn’t used to releasing the control, but I had a feeling he liked it. Wanted it.
I climbed over him once his back was against the cushion of the seat. He was absolute perfection, and that niggling in the back of my head started tugging again. It still made no sense that he was paying me to do what hundreds of women would gladly do for free.
Sacrifice a limb for.
“Tell me, Mr. Maguire,” I purred. “Do you always play hard to get?”
He finally smiled. “Hard to get? I have no intention of playing games.”
“No?”
He shook his head and moved his arms around to grasp my legs, pulling me down against him.
“The only thing hard around here is me. That’s what you’re here for.”
My skin pricked with excitement.
“I want you to rub your pussy on me. Make me come.”
His words shot through me like a stiff swig of harsh whiskey. Hearing him say he wanted anything from me was like gasoline. My engine roared to life, and my body was ready to give him everything I had.
The dark, bracing look in his eyes pushed me back into the reality of the situation, but there was no way I was turning my body off.
I would give him what he wanted.
“And I want your tits,” he spat. “Take that off so I can touch them.”
I wiggled out of the top, and began to gyrate on his lap, moaning when I felt his hardened cock press against my heat. I wanted him inside desperately. Like never before, I needed it.
“Just like that, and don’t stop. I want to watch you make me come.”
I rolled my hips, pressing myself down on him and moving back up again. Over and over again I went through the motions while he twisted and pulled at my nipples.
He was enthralled with them, never letting his eyes stray. He groaned, biting his lip as he concentrated on his hands and what they were doing with me, but never moved his hips to match my motions.
“I like this,” he murmured, letting his hand slip down my torso and placing it on my stomach. “So soft.”
My head fell back, my eyes rolling and my jaw slack. I wanted to cry out and beg him to touch me, to push my panties out of the way and thrust his fingers deep inside. It was ridiculous how badly I craved his touch. There was electricity between us, a true and undeniable attraction that was driving me slowly insane.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
I whimpered and raised my hips before slamming back down on his lap. He was tempting me, playing with my head, and I was glad he’d thrown me a reminder. This was not seduction. I was there to fulfill his needs, and only that. I wasn’t about to let him patronize me into begging for something from him.
“You like fucking all those men, Jayne? Their sweaty bodies pounding into you without knowing who you are?”
My eyes snapped open and then narrowed. Who the hell did he think he was?
“Does it bother you?” When I didn’t answer, he grabbed my hips, dragging his fingers across my hipbone and spreading his palms across my abdomen, barely avoiding my aching pussy underneath.
“I see. It does, doesn’t it?”
I didn’t answer. I merely gritted my teeth and continued rubbing myself harder and harder over his clothed cock. I would get off, damn it. If he wanted to mess in his pants, that was fine with me. I would still walk away with his money, and an orgasm was just a bonus.
I’d take it.
He smirked, and I’d finally had enough. Rich, handsome, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that I indeed wanted him to fuck me, and badly, but I was no one’s bitch.
EXCERPT 2
A few hours later, I’d spent way more money than I’d intended and hurried home to get ready to meet Flynn. Since he wanted to meet me at the club, I chose a slinky little number and a hot pair of heels. Red. All red, of course.
Thankfully, red was a great color for me. I had natural auburn highlights in my hair, so the rich color looked good against my pale skin and dark hair. Lord knew I was happy he wasn’t into yellow or something equally disgusting.
I was running late after spending so long at the mall, so I gathered my things and sped out of the house as quickly as possible. There was a ton of traffic, typical for a Friday night, but my little race car easily swept in and out of it like a pro.
I pulled into the valet, once again greeted by a handsome young man, eager to help me out of my car.
I liked practicing on them. Putting on the Jayne mask was never a difficult task, but when men looked at me the way they did, I remembered who I was and what I was about to do. So, I gave them my smiles, put a wag in my step, and pushed forward through the casino toward Flynn.
The place was bustling with laughter and people milling around at every turn. I was confident and sure as I walked past them, knowing that every head turned my way. My heels tapped against the marble floors and then silenced as I hit the plush carpet that led to the nightclub.
It, too, was remarkable. Everything about The Maguire was lush. It reminded me that Flynn was so unbelievably different than I was. He’d grown up in excess, where I’d only had a taste of it, and it was usually while I was on my back. I had to admit that I enjoyed the high life. I craved it. Bits and pieces of it were introduced to me as a child, but as quick as we had them, they were gone again. That was the way it was, and so I learned not to get too attached to things—or people.
A hostess with a shiny uniform and a delightful smile met me at the entrance of the club, and I told her who I was and who I was there to meet. She gave me a strange smile and then had me follow her toward the back of the room. The lights were flashing, the music blaring, and not unlike most nightclubs, patrons were dancing and grinding and drinking. I’d always hated that scene. In my youth, it was all I had. My escape. I drank too much, fucked too much, and played too much. It was insane that at twenty-five, I already felt old and over it all.
As we moved closer to a table tucked away in the corner, I craned my head, looking for Flynn. I wanted a few moments to take him in before I sat down. He truly overwhelmed me, and I wanted my wits about me once I was sitting with him.
But, instead, she led me to a table hidden from the rest, and Flynn was not alone.
The blonde he’d had with him at the poker party sat next to him, her tits spilling out of her tacky halter top and her pink painted claws all over him. When he looked up and saw me, his smile was wide and mischievous. My skin positively burned. My hand was begging to smack the shit out of him and his smug, evil smile.
He was playing with me once again, and instantly my instincts went into overdrive. He may have had the looks and the money, but that man had no idea who he was messing with.
“Hey, Flynn,” I purred. “I’m glad you called.”
I set my bag on the table and slid myself into the booth, pushing as close to him as possible. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I knew he was dying to get a better look at me in the dress. He could play games with me all he wanted, but I knew his weakness—it was me, and it was me in red.
“Excuse me, bitch, but we’re having dinner here,” Blondie snapped, glaring at me and then looking at Flynn. “Tell her we’re busy, baby.”
He said nothing to her, and as badly as I wanted to throw a fit and walk the fuck out, I stayed in character, held my shoulders firm, and smiled as sweetly as I could.
“You’ve been ignoring my calls.”
I gave him a small pout and leaned forward. “I’m sorry, but I’ve been a busy girl. I’m here now, aren’t I?” I then looked at his other guest and sighed. “It doesn’t look like you’ve been lonely, though, sweetheart.”
His eyes darkened. “You ran out, and your friend was giving me the fucking runaround.”
God, he was such a spoiled brat. He was obviously finding kicks somewhere, which honestly didn’t make me happy in the least, but who was I to question his choices? Who was I to be jealous of the girl? No one. That’s who.
“Flynn,” she whined.
I stopped myself from rolling my eyes and shifted so I was facing him in the booth. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt, and it was the first time I’d seen him so casual. It looked good on him, made him look more human. The man could wear the hell out of a suit, but it was so pretentious and stuffy. The t-shirt made him look more his age.
“Where were you?”
I smirked. “Worried about me, handsome? You shouldn’t be. I take care of myself.”
His nostrils flared. “Jayne, I called. I needed to see you, and I was told you were unavailable.”
I nodded slowly, like you would when you were trying to get your point across to a small child. “I was unavailable. I told you. I’ve been very busy.”
He sat back and grinned again, and his little honey snuggled into his side, wrapping her hands around his bicep. And then he ignored me. Completely ignored me for the next ninety minutes. He took his girl on the dance floor, brought her back to the table and made out with her, ignored me some more, drank like a fish, and totally pissed me right the fuck off.
I tried to roll with it for a while. It was money, plain and simple. If he wanted to pay me five grand to sit and chaperone his date with possibly the stupidest girl on the planet, I was more than willing, but it started eating at me, that familiar pang of jealousy I got where he was concerned. I wanted to shove it all away, I wanted not to care, but he was under my skin. I was interested, I was intrigued, and God help me, I was attracted to him.
Even when he was acting like the biggest jackass in the world.
Then I finally figured it out. He was pissed off. He was proving a point. Somehow, I’d insulted him, bruised his ego, so he was going to make damn sure I read him loud and clear. He could get and have anything he wanted. He’d wanted me, and I’d declined. He wanted me to know he could replace me, and he had.
Funny thing was, he just didn’t understand that I wasn’t his to play with. He was mine. I was using him to pay a debt, using my body to lure him in, and eventually he’d figure out that the joke was on him the whole time.
Finally, I’d had enough. It was going on eleven o’clock, and my two hours was officially up. Aside of that fact, his friend was fumbling around trying to give him a hand job under the table, and I’d had enough.
“Well, Mr. Maguire, I’m afraid it’s time for me to call it a night.”
I downed the rest of my watered down whiskey sour and slid the glass to the end of the table. When I looked up, his eyes were fuming.
“I don’t think so,” he said calmly.
I gave him an indulgent smile and touched his forearm with my fingertips. My eyes never left his, and as lost as I was in them, I didn’t drop the act.
“It was a lot of fun, sweetheart. As always. But, I have other obligations, and our time is up.” I let my finger draw a figure eight along the muscles of his triceps and lowered my voice. “You just give me a call if you’d like to visit with me again.”
I pushed away and slid myself through the booth, making to stand up.
“Finally she gets the hint,” the tragic blonde huffed.
I shuffled my bag over my shoulder and leaned across the table, both palms firm against the wooden surface and my face close enough that she could feel my breath.
“Darlin’, I think it’s about time you get the hint. That pathetic attempt at a hand job you just gave him is what he paid me for, so once you figure that out, I’m sure you’ll understand why I feel fucking sorry for you.”
I let my eyes slide to Flynn, narrowing them when I saw the smirk on his face. I scowled. “Good to know you can at least get it up. I was worried you had a lift issue. Now I know you just have issues, period,” I hissed. I slammed my hand on the table, smiled a smile full of teeth and glossy red lips, and walked the fuck out of The Maguire.
Again.
Queen of Hearts #2 Jayne Series (Cover//Blurb Not yet Released)
Review:
5 fangs.
This book was given to me by the author and PR&ATR for an honest review. This is a great read! It’s been a while since I read a romance with enough suspense to keep me glued from start to finish. This book did that and more. I found my self cheering for Jayne and Flynn to stay together and Jayne to get her father’s freedom.This book doesn’t have a happily ever after and there’s a cliffhanger. Ms. Denise made this story flow effortlessly and I wasn’t bored for one minute and I can’t wait for book 2.
EXCERPT
Sleep was hard to come by. As the weeks went on, things between Jack and me had fallen into a routine of evading and comfortable avoidance. He hadn’t pushed for me to move in with him again, or even mentioned it for that matter. He just somehow understood that I needed time to figure out my issues.
I used that time without him. I dug deep and ticked off all the pros and cons and analyzed my reasons for running off after my dad and Vince died, and came to terms with my decision to stay with him as long as I had.
My conclusions weren’t easy to take.
I was a coward and a liar. Simple as that.
Jack had become my cushion; my tiny dilapidated motel room became the fortress that held my demons on the outside. The small town was a Mecca for all the things I thought I was missing out on and wanted in my life.
But it wasn’t. It was as solid of a trap as my previous life had been. I’d fallen into the same pattern, only a different outcome. I’d settled on a dismal job because it was easy, a hole in the wall motel because it was cheap, and a false relationship because it fed my insecurities and my fear of being alone.
I still had no idea where I fit in. I still wondered where I belonged, what I wanted. That mask I’d donned for as long as I could remember was still strapped to my skull, embedded into my skin with a grip so tight I thought I’d suffocate.
Coming to terms with the cold, hard facts was a blow for sure. I knew I would eventually go back to Vegas. It was inevitable. I wasn’t sure I’d stay, but I had to return and deal with the aftermath of what went down. The death of my family, the deceit from Flynn, my business, and most importantly, to face the ghosts that wouldn’t leave my mind.
Doyle Maguire.
That man had to pay, one way or another.
I could just picture that rat bastard sitting on his throne with a big shit-eating grin on his face, satisfied that he’d taken us down.
He had, to an extent. My father withered and died at his hand, he’d chased me off, and taken everything Vince had, including his life.
But, he was in for a surprise. I still had some fight in me. The more I pulled back the curtains and looked out the window of my mind, it was coming back. I was stronger than I gave myself credit for, and running off with my tail between my legs had never been my style. I’d slithered away, snuck off with the excuse of starting over, but in reality, I’d never stood my ground the way I should have.
It was time to bolster the courage to take the jerk to war.
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Jami Denise is a romance writer from Southern California. While she waits for the next felon to come along and sweep her off her feet, she writes about swoony bad boys and sassy gals that make them squirm. She also loves cats, cars, cupcake flavored lip balm, and cherry limeade.
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Catalyst by Jennifer Snyder
Sometimes who we really are lies buried just beneath the surface…
After learning she’s inherited a house in the beachside town of Soul Harbor, Georgia, Addison Harmon and her best friend decided to take a much needed vacation before the pressures of life after high school suffocate them too heavily.
But what Addison finds isn’t a chance to recoup from a bad break up and hang out with her best friend while she decides what she wants to do with her future. What she finds is Kace Sullivan—a sexy guy she can’t seem to get enough of—someone who with one touch reveals a seductive world full of magick and secrets Addison isn’t sure she’s ready to be a part of.
I recently purchased this book during a Facebook Event after the cover pulled me in. Addison is a recent high school graduate who inherits this mysterious house hours away from her adoptive home. Along with the house, comes secrets, lots and lots of secrets. With those secrets, comes the reality of meeting new people who might hold the key to finding out where she comes from and why she was put up for adoption.
This book was really well written, had a great amount of intrigue built into all the characters. I loved that Adrianne was a girl trying to figure out what the future held for her, but strong enough to embrace a new town, new people and such uncertainty. I loved the pull between her and the others in the story and how the author really leaves you wanting more. I love a book that leaves you wanting to jump right into the next and this book definitely did that. If you like magick, love, and secrets this book is perfect. I recommend this for YA/NA audiences, as there is some 18+ references throughout. I give this 5 fangs! Bring on Conjure!
(New Adult/Mature Young Adult: Contains sexual situations, mild language, and underage drinking.)
Other Books Also by Jennifer Snyder:
Paranormal Romance Reads:
The Marked Duology:
Marked (Marked Duology, Book 1)
Changed (Marked Duology, Book 2)
The Reaper Novellas:
Touch (Reaper Novella One)
Choice (A Bonus Short-Story Added Into Touch)
Hereafter (Reaper Novella Two)
The Tethered Series (New Adult):
Catalyst (A Tethered Novel, Book 1)
Conjure (A Tethered Novel, Book 2)
Confined (A Tethered Novel, Book 3)
Contemporary Romance Reads:
Shattered Soul
The Unloved
Exhale
Break You (New Adult)
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The First Alpha by KA Taylor
Amazon Top 3 Paranormal Romance Bestseller!
How long can a wolf wait for his fated mate?
Cassie is heartbroken. At just 23 the buxom, beautiful werewolf has found herself caught up in her mother’s Machiavellian power struggles, forced into an arranged marriage with Lucius, the cruel, violent alpha of the Ironclaw tribe. When the Long Night arrives Cassie will become his property, to do with as he pleases.
Imprisoned in Lucius’ summer home with Megan, a gutter-minded 400 year old teenager, and Rutherford, a senile housekeeper who can’t remember where he left his trousers, Cassie has almost resigned herself to her fate. She’d never dare go against her mother, and to reject Lucius would lead the weak Darkfangs into war with the mighty Ironclaws. Cassie knows she has no choice but to sacrifice her happiness for her tribe…
… And then she picks up a scent on the breeze, and everything changes.
Excerpt:
“So what did you get up to last night?” she asked, handing Megan the water and pouring a few pills into her open palm. “Hot date?” Cassie already kinda knew the answer. She could smell the thick, cloying beta scent of Grayson all over her friend.
Megan grinned through the headache. “More like four hours of Jägerbomb beer pong, a Springsteen themed jukebox and a little wild sex in the forest on the way home.”
“So… a typical date, then.”
Megan chuckled, then winced and covered her eyes with her palms. “Ow! Don’t make me laugh, Cass. I’m dyin’ here. Yeah, though, pretty typical. I think things might be getting serious between us. He’s talking about us going on a hunt together after your wedding.” She smiled. “It’s nice to finally meet a good guy.”
Cassie remained diplomatically silent. Grayson Ironclaw was many things, but a good guy wasn’t one of them. The conniving, rat faced beta modeled himself after his idol Lucius in every respect, even down to the slicked back (and bleached) blonde hair. Grayson was Lucius without the power, which somehow made his cruelty even worse.
He was also a coward to his very bones. He’d take on any man or wolf, so long as he was certain he’d win. If he couldn’t guarantee victory he’d enlist the help of his friends to hold his opponent still as he handed out the beating. Like Lucius, he was a man entirely without honor. Cassie wished Megan could see through the veneer of charm he’d copied from Lucius, but she wasn’t about to lecture her friend on her choice in men. After all, Cassie was only 23. Megan had four centuries on her. If she didn’t know better by now, she never would.
Cassie tugged at the belt of her silk nightgown and dropped it to the floor. “Come on, get out of those ridiculous whore rags and come for a walk. You’ll feel better.”
Megan grumbled but stood shakily from the lounger, sliding the tiny black scrap of a dress from her shoulders. “Why the hell do we get hangovers, Cass? I could regrow a severed leg in an hour, but gimme a bottle of scotch and I’m a wreck all day.”
Cassie smiled as she stepped from the porch and shifted to all fours, rolling in the dew soaked grass before shaking out her fur. Megan asked the same thing most mornings. She turned to watch the hungover wreck of a girl shift and laughed inwardly when she saw the wolf was just as much a mess as she’d been in human form. Megan’s fur stuck out at crazy angles, and it was clear from the way her ears instantly flattened against her head that the heightened senses of the lupine didn’t do any favors to the hungover.
I was gifted this book through a recent Facebook Event. Adam is a werewolf that has waited over a thousand years for what the heavens have promised him, his fated mate. He is convinced that will never come. Cassie has been dealt a raw deal, living with a man who she despises while in human form but cannot seem to resist in wolf form. It really sucks to be promised to the Alpha who is the devil incarnate. He lives to torture and control those around him. She knows that she has to submit, but wishes life were different.
I enjoyed the paranormal element in this book, fated loves, shifter romance and all that. I was intrigued at the spin the author took with the origins of the tribes, but in the same token, felt that more attention could have been given to fleshing out fate (how it all works) and with the editing of this book. I read it in one sitting so it was intriguing enough. I give this four fangs.
Spotlight: Liv Morris
“I take cocky, rich boys like you and teach them how to make love to women until they’re barely able to mutter a word. Completely and utterly blissed. That’s really what separates the men from the boys, Mr. Kingsley. Sex as an art form versus f**king for a release.” – Kathryn.
Adam Kingsley reigns as the young prince of Manhattan. Everything he touches turns to gold, making him the envy of Wall Street. Women swoon at his feet, money is no object, and his killer good looks are as wicked as sin. A dangerous trifecta that allows him to possess anything or anyone he desires.
Kathryn Delcour is an alluring socialite with unique erotic tastes who helps others find true sexual fulfillment. When she suddenly appears on the New York City social scene, Adam finds this complex woman too tempting to resist. He will stop at nothing to have her, yet she is warned to stay away from him and his player ways. Kathryn tries to keep him at arm’s length, but her arms may not be strong enough to hold the charismatic Adam Kingsley at bay.
The passionate lure of ancient sexual practices, a past that isn’t content to remain buried and a present filled with intrigue, danger and revenge. An erotic story sweetened with secrets, seduction, and suspense.
***Contains steamy adult situations intended for readers eighteen and over.***
Recently Kathryn Delcour returned to her hometown of New York City. Widowed two years ago, she found healing from her loss through the ancient practice of Tantra and teaches the spiritual and sexual art to others.
When Kathryn oversees a husband performing a very intimate tantric massage with his wife, the steamy session makes Kathryn face her own sexual frustrations and realize she needs a true lover. Unfortunately she hasn’t met a man who lights a fire inside of her like her late husband… until she meets billionaire Adam Kingsley later that night.
We’ve heard Adam’s side of their meeting. Now take a little journey into Kathryn’s mind on the day they met.
Adam’s Fall
Title: Adam’s Fall (Touch of Tantra #2)
Author: Liv Morris
Genre: Erotic Romance 18+
Publication Date: February 25, 2014
Event Organized By: Literati Author Services, Inc. and Love Between the Sheets
Synopsis
“Kathryn’s mesmerized me with some kind of tantric magic. I’m bewitched without an ounce of fight left within me. She knows my dilemma, my hesitancy to surrender and loosen the grip I have on my past, and she’s won.” An excerpt from Adam’s Apple (Touch of Tantra #1) An erotic bestseller.
Adam and Kathryn’s tantric love story continues once again told in his point of view…
When roguish playboy Adam Kingsley meets the stunning Tantra instructor Kathryn Delcour, he falls hard, becoming captivated by her strength and beauty. An intense sexual chemistry sizzles between them from their first shared glance to the soul cleansing Tantra session they experience together.
While Adam recovers from injuries after saving Kathryn’s life, she instructs him in the sensual practice of Tantra. He becomes her willing student as their tantric lovemaking brings Adam to sexual highs he never dreamed were possible.
But Adam’s life takes an unexpected turn when newly exposed secrets surrounding his birth father force him to make a seemingly impossible choice. Avenge those he loves and let everything he holds dear crumble around him, or allow the guilty to go free. With Kathryn by his side, Adam faces the fight of his life.
Adam’s Fall is the concluding book in the Touch of Tantra series.
Review:
This book was given to me by the author and PRATR for an honest review. This book continues the story of Adam and Kathryn and their love story. It also shows more about Adam and his life. The relationship with his father and his company. The author involves a lot of the Tantric sex in this book and shows you different ways of making love the Tantric way. I really enjoyed this book and learning different aspects of the tantric studies. Will everything come out right for Adam and Kathryn?Will there be a happily ever after or will things fall apart? I give this a 4 Fang rating and will look for more from this author.
Purchase Links for Adam’s Fall (Tantra #2):
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About the Author
Liv Morris resides in Manhattan with her first and hopefully last husband. She received a degree in communication from the University of Maryland. Liv has published five short stories in the Love in the City series. Her debut novel, Adam’s Apple, was published in July 2013.
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Fathom’s of Forgiveness by Nadia Scrieva
When Aazuria entered the room, her eyes were immediately drawn to Visola’s wild red hair, which had recently been a lustrous mass of audacious curls. Now, her hair was limp. It hung against her head flat, frizzy and defeated. Aazuria’s eyes darted to the warrior’s sunken cheekbones and gaunt face. She saw the bruises on Visola’s neck before her eyes traveled further to the withered, wasted limbs. Every visible part of her friend’s body was covered in fresh scars. She saw the bandaged hands. Visola had been starved and tortured.
Perhaps in these modern times, even under the surface of the sea, kings, queens, and the aristocracy had close to zero significance. Perhaps the words and decrees which left Aazuria’s mouth would have minimal consequences. No one in the throne room felt this way as they awaited Aazuria’s judgment with bated breath. Sionna was standing aside, with her arms crossed. The newly-crowned queen gripped her husband’s sword tightly in her fist as Trevain and Elandria entered the room behind her.
Aazuria shifted her eyes to the man standing beside her friend. Her face was expressionless.
“Approach me, Vachlan,” she whispered.
The man began walking toward her. Although his stride was dignified, there was hesitation on his face. Visola began speaking, pleading words which Aazuria could not hear over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.
When Vachlan was close enough to strike, Aazuria gazed at him with death in her eyes.
“Kneel,” she commanded him. Her chest was rising and falling perceptibly.
Vachlan knew that this would be a very unwise thing to do, but he owed it to Aazuria. He owed it to Visola, and to Adlivun—the nation he had once called home. He lowered his head and dropped to one knee before the queen, saluting her across his chest. His eyes were level with the sword she held, and he could see the veins bulging through her translucent pale skin from how tightly she clutched it.
“It would be futile to order you punished,” she said slowly. “No one can even attempt to hurt you as much as you have hurt her.”
“I know,” he answered quietly.
“But it is my duty to try.”
She struck out with her sword, slicing the air until the blade collided with his face, knocking Vachlan off his knees and onto the floor. Aazuria could vaguely hear Visola screaming for her to stop, but she was already standing over Vachlan and forcing the tip of her sword between his teeth. Her previous strike had resulted in a huge bleeding gash along the side of his handsome face, but it had not been enough to kill him. She was poised to finish the job.
Vachlan moved his tongue against the steel, tasting the freshly-sharpened metal edge garnished with the metallic taste of his own blood. It is rare that the wine so perfectly accompanies the main dish, he thought as he swallowed the coppery fluid accumulating in his mouth. Kind of like a German Pinot Noir. He looked into the azure eyes of Adlivun’s queen and realized that this was no longer the innocent, charitable philanthropist he had known hundreds of years ago. She was hard. He wondered what percentage of the tempered rage behind her eyes he was responsible for generating.
“One reason.” Aazuria was demanding. “Give me one convincing reason that I should not thrust my blade directly through your skull.”
Nadia Scrieva lives in Toronto, Canada with no husband, no kids, and no pets. She does own a very attractive houseplant which she occasionally remembers to water between her all-consuming writing marathons.
Quicksilver Dreams by Danube Adele
Quicksilver Dreams
Dreamwalkers
Book One
Danube Adele
Genre: PNR New Adult
Publisher: Carina Press
ISBN: 978-14268-9785-6
ASIN: B00F93X86Q
Number of pages: 317
Word Count: 132,000
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Book Description:
My name is Taylor, and damn but my life changed overnight. One moment I was just a regular girl working two jobs to pay my bills, and next thing you know, I’m uncovering secret metal disks at my boss’s house. Now I’m reading minds, dream-walking and being saved from bad guys by Mr. Dark and Brooding.
That would be Ryder Langston, my new next-door neighbor. He’s sex on legs but he’s also a secret agent from another world—no joke. I believe him now because he dragged me back here “for my protection” after he discovered someone was trying to assassinate me on Earth. It isn’t working out so well.
There’s a war going on, one that’s been fought for generations. Ryder’s having trust issues (not that it’s stopping us from falling into bed), and it turns out I’m connected here, if you know what I mean. The target on my back finally makes sense, but there’s nowhere left to hide…
Goodreads book page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18664988-quicksilver-dreams
Prologue
Was this a dream?
Had I ever felt this lucid in a dream before?
I could feel the silky material around my eyes, on my wrists and ankles, softly sliding against my skin. With my body waking to sensual heat seeping through my veins, I only wanted to concentrate on what was happening in the moment, appreciate the swirl of masculine energy twining through the feminine threads of my own.
So good…
My dreams usually had a surreal, nondistinct, floating quality to them. This time, I actually felt a large, rough hand feathering over the skin on my rib cage, my flat stomach, agonizingly slow, avoiding obvious erogenous zones.
It was a hot, searing touch. It was like someone was actually there. Someone I wanted…
More… Like that… So good…
I could scent spicy soap that was subtle, yet distinctly male, arousing, and couldn’t help the feverish whispers of encouragement.
Oh, my God… Yes…
My sex dreams usually made me struggle with the frustration of a roller-coaster experience that never finished. I would ride a buildup of desire and a cool down, over and over, my imagination acting as a careless lover with wonderful intent but clumsy execution. This time there was no such neglect. The burn was exquisite, building and teasing, ebbing and flowing, but never forgetful and creating a fever that made me writhe with need.
Please!
Never had I ever felt this way before, chanting my demand, desperately wanting to reach the end of the ride.
Yes! Like that! Yes!
Sudden sensation poured over and through me, powerfully enough that I woke myself and sat up. My breath was short and gasping. My body was quivery and oversensitized. I was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and my sheet was twisted in carefree abandon around my naked body.
I half expected to find a man in front of me.
Rubbing my wrists as though the soft bindings were still tied to me, I glanced around my sparsely furnished bedroom and felt my body quake with a small, faint aftershock. I was alone. Nothing was disturbed. At the same time that I drew comfort from seeing that everything in my world was still in its place, a faint echo of grief, or disappointment, took the edge off my contentment, like I was missing something. I was solo after such an erotic experience.
What about the hand? Who was it attached to?
A part of me had to give a mental headshake of exasperation.
No men for you. At least not yet.
The inevitable weight of responsibility, like a bucket of ice water, reminded me that I needed to work and pay the bills. I had to make ends meet. There was no one who was going to help me.
Usually, I accepted this with a matter-of-factness, but this night, a spike of resentment reared its head.
What would it be like to be a normal girl who had time for frivolity?
I quashed the thought immediately, too tired to let it take root.
Why fight the wave? I just had to ride it.
Settling back on my pillow, I once again closed my eyes and let the languorous effects of postorgasmic lassitude steal over me. Strangely, as my mind once again stretched fingers toward my deep subconscious, the whisper of a gentle caress down my cheek didn’t frighten me.
Review:
This book was a gift from the Author and Paranormal Romance.Authors that Rock for and honest review. This book is about the love between a man and woman.The man is from another planet called Te’re. It’s about the fight to overcome evil and that loves always wins. I loved the way this book kept me entertained,and had me turning page after page. Couldn’t put it down. I loved the way Taylor and Ryder stuck together through thick and thin.I laughed and cried along with the them. It had me feeling their pain and their happiness. I would read it over and over agin and never get tired of reading it. The Author did a great job on writing this book. I hope their is another book she writes to go along with this one.This book would make a perfect series. Like one where Taylor finds her mother perhaps. I would buy this book in a heartbeat,that’s how good it was.Thank you for giving me the right to read this great book.Loved it so much. I give this 5 fangs. Cindy Marley (independent Reviewer).
Review 2:
3 Fang Review
I received this book from the author and PR&ATR for an honest review. Quicksilver Dreams is a story about A woman named Taylor, and her hunky savior Ryder. This is a story of mystery, intrigue, and romance, with some action thrown in the mix. Taylor is a woman who has brought herself up the social ladder with hard work and diligence. She is now a far cry from the poor little girl from the trailer park that was abandoned by her mother and left in her grandmothers care. Life is good for Taylor, even if she has to work two jobs and have a roommate to make ends meet. Then along comes her new neighbor Ryder. Holy smokes! Ryder is a hunky, green eyed bachelor who seems to be everywhere Taylor is when things go wrong. Who is this man, why does She dream about him, and what does he know that he isnt telling her? And what does he mean when he says she is dream-walking? Can they work things out and be together forever? Step right up, settle in and go on an intergalactic adventure with Taylor and Ryder. Its exciting, and it can get a little hot and heavy. Enjoy!
I thought the book was alright. I liked the concept. Taylor hardworking with a tyrannic boss.. Who cant relate to that right? The Dream walking was awesome! The being taken to another planet, sweet! But then you add the Battles, and the voices she hears in her mind, and Taylor going from lover, to enemy, to a national traitor and back to being Ryders lover. It all kind of threw me. I wanted to be all in for this book. But there was just SO MUCH going on, that it felt like Ryder and Taylor just didnt have the time they needed to work things out in their relationship. And when she was taken to his home planet, why wasnt she more interested in what was around her and why? I would have pegged her for a woman with more questions that she would demand answered.
This is a book for paranormal romance lovers who like tales of romance, beings from other planets, and lots of conflict and action!
About the Author:
Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.
Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.
Her debut novel, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series was officially released January 6, 2014.
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The Billionaire & The Barfly by Adrianne James
BB releases on March 29, 2014
Henry Maximus is a super-hero-loving geek and proud of it. He’s also a genius when it comes to business. It’s how he earned the title of CEO of Maximus Gaming … not to mention the billions of dollars in his bank account. Henry’s tried living the life of a bachelor, but a different girl every night has left him wanting more. Needing more.
Aubrey Vincent is in love with her job. She’ll love it even more if she lands the promotion that gets her out of her parent’s attic. She loves it so much that she has no time for relationships, not that she was ever very good at them to begin with. Aubrey is perfectly happy with the random, nameless men she picks up at the bar.
After a brief encounter with Aubrey on a business trip, Henry packs his bags and moves back to the small town where he grew up. Aubrey’s town. Aubrey attempts to find her way into Henry’s bed, while he tries everything to get into her heart. Will Henry’s plan to break down the walls Aubrey has built around her heart work or will his unbelievable million dollar offer scare her away?
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About Adrianne James
Growing up, Adrianne couldn’t get her hands on enough books to satisfy her need for the make believe. If she finished a novel and didn’t have a new one ready and waiting for her, she began to create her own tales of magic and wonder. Now, as an adult, books still make up majority of her free time, and now her tales get written down to be shared with the world.
During the day, Adrianne uses her camera to capture life’s stories for clients of all ages and at night, after her two children are tucked in bed; she devotes herself to her written work. Adrianne is living the life she always wanted, surrounded by art and beauty, the written word and a loving family.
As a young adult and new adult author, Adrianne James has plans to bring stories of growing characters, a little romance, and perhaps a little magic and mythology down the line for her readers to enjoy.
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Take a Chance by Annalisa Nicole
Title: Take A Chance (Running Into Love Book 1)
Author: Annalisa Nicole
Release Date: October 30, 2013
Goodreads Link:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18805598-take-a-chance?from_search=true
Synopsis:
Willow Emery is in the middle of chemotherapy when she literally runs into Asher Wellington on the sidewalk after treatment with a rather unfortunate outcome. She is alone in a new city and doesn’t need anyone in her life. If life has taught her anything it’s that you can’t rely on anyone.
Asher is a young widower, devastated by the tragic death of his wife Olivia three years earlier. He has given up the idea of ever finding the kind of love that he shared with his late wife. Will one fateful day bring two lost souls together? Will taking a chance lead them to a happily ever after or will the challenges they face keep them apart?
Author Bio:
I am an “Indie” adult contemporary romance author. I am a wife and a stay at home mom. I have been married to my wonderful husband since 1996. I love being a stay at home mom to our two teenage boys. We have a handful of pets, a dog named Lucy (who is in my books), a guinea pig named Flufy, (my son spells her name that way) and a cat named meow-meow, who adopted us many years ago and has never left.
I never liked reading as a kid and I only started reading romance novels in the past few years. Soon I couldn’t get enough of them. My Kindle and I are inseparable now. A thought occurred to me in December of 2012 that maybe I could write a romance novel. So I went to work with the encouragement of my husband and my sister-in-law. It didn’t take long to figure out that I really enjoyed writing.
I entered my book in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest in January of 2013. Needless to say my three hundred word pitch didn’t even make it through the first round. My book never even got read. So now what do you do with a 50,000+ word book? With more encouragement by my wonderful family I decided to self- publish it. So here I am today a self- published author. It has been a lot of hard work but I wouldn’t change a single thing.
It has not been an easy road and there has been a lot of self- doubt, but I stuck with it and I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve been blessed to have been put in contact with some amazing people that have supported and encouraged me every step of the way.
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Website: http://annalisanicole.wordpress.com/
Excerpt:
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I gently push him down and straddle his thighs. I love the way he kisses me, always with a slow and burning desire, never rushed. Each time is like he’s making love to my mouth telling me a story of his love and gratitude. Taking his ear in my mouth I exhale a soft moan and shower feather soft kisses down his neck, making him shiver. Licking down the center of his chest over his rock hard abs, I take him into my mouth, he inhales sharply as I swirl the tip with my tongue. I take him all the way in my mouth until he hits the back of my throat and he whispers my name. Loving the soft silky skin, I bob my head up and down his length slowly. He pulls me up and switches positions. Laying underneath him he slowly enters me, filling me completely. I reach my hands around his back and dig my nails into his skin and slide them down ever so slowly. He moans loudly, “Do that again.”
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