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Blog Tour & Excerpt: In Her Space by Amie Knight

In Her Space, the stunning conclusion to the Stars Duet by Amie Knight is available NOW!
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Blurb: I was reunited with Livingston Montgomery in the broad sunshine of a Carolina morning, right where she belonged; in the light.   

It’d been too long since I’d seen her face. She had changed, but so had I. I was Adam Nova, reformed bad boy.  Now, successful business man.  I had it all, except for the one person I’d always wanted, and now I was back to claim her.  

She was living in the shadows, just a shell of the former girl I knew.  But it didn’t matter that she tried to hide from me in the dark. I’d follow her into the deepest depths of hell.
I just wanted to be In Her Space.

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Excerpt:
“Come to my office now.” Patience had never been a virtue for this man.

        “Adam, please.” My voice even sounded desperate to my own ears. Couldn’t he just give me a break one fucking day? Since he’d been home, my life had been in turmoil.

        I think it was the use of his first name that gave him pause and gave me a bit of hope that he was going to leave me the hell alone today.

        “My office. Now. I’m the boss.” And then he clicked off.

        “Bastard,” I whispered.

        A click. “I heard that.” And then another click.

        I rolled my eyes as I cleaned my paper mess. I made sure to take my damn time going to his office. He may have been my boss, but he wasn’t the boss of me. Yeah, I was pretty mature today.

        I knocked at the door and no one answered, so I knocked again. Harder.

        Eventually, Adam turned the knob and opened it, his cell phone to his ear. He motioned with his hand for me to have a seat in the chair in front of his desk while he sat behind his desk, still on the phone.

        The longer I sat there, the angrier I got. I didn’t even want to come in here and he insisted on it so he could sit his ass on the phone and look at me. It didn’t even seem like he was really talking to anyone except for the occasional yes or good from his mouth. He was making my already shitty day even shittier.

        He finally hung up the phone and just gazed at me from the other side of the desk. I raised my eyebrows at him. “Was there something you needed from me, Mister Nova?”

        He ran a hand over the scruff of his jaw. “Ya know, Liv. This Mister Nova shit is getting really fucking old.”

        I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit today and I could tell he was really planning on giving it to me. “Ya know, Mister Nova, this calling me into your office for no fucking reason is getting really old, too.”

        He stood up and stalked around the desk toward me like a predator after its prey. “I hate it when you cuss.”

        I pursed my lips. “I hate it when you boss me around.”

        “I want to kiss the sass right out of you.”

        I stood up and we were toe-to-toe. “Don’t you even think about it,” I breathed.

        He grabbed me by my hips and swung me around until I was pinned between him and the desk. “Oh, I think about it all the time and who’s going to stop me?”

        My eyes fluttered closed. Oh fuck, he was getting to me. The fever was back. Making me hot and bothered and wanton, but I wasn’t easy. “My knee.”

        “Oh, come on.” His nose brushed the side of mine. “I just want a taste.”

        The smell of sweet smoke invaded my senses, making me crazed and incredibly dumb because I whimpered. And that was all she wrote.

        His hands went to the back of my head and gripped my hair tight, angling my head just how he liked, and he didn’t just press his lips to mine. No, this wasn’t one of Adam’s sweet, thoughtful kisses. He pillaged my mouth. The man kissed me like he was drowning and I was his only source of air.

        He bit at my lips and pulled my hair, the sting, the sheer intensity of the moment causing me to groan. I was angry and hot and God, I wanted him. I wanted to forget today. I wanted to bury myself in his kisses and passion for just a few minutes. I wanted to forget the time that had separated us. I wanted to pretend we hadn’t been separated for years and miles. I wanted to remember when he was mine and I was his.       

He slid his hand up the outside of my thigh, almost like he’d held my hand all those years ago, with such thought, agonizingly slow and right up under my skirt. My heart raced in my chest. It beat so loudly in my ears, it was all I could hear.

        “What are you doing?” I whispered, desperate for him to continue, praying he stopped. This was the best worst idea in the history of ideas.

        “What I’ve been wanting to do since I saw you in that little black dress at the Gala. The dress you wore to torture me,” he growled, dropping to a knee while he shrugged out of his suit jacket.

        My face grew hot as he pushed my skirt up, trailing his fingers up the outside of my thighs, sliding his palms up the inside, like his hands were on a leisurely walk, instead of seducing the hell out of me.

        “This is a bad idea,” I panted, clutching the edge of his desk in my hands as his fingers brushed the apex of my thighs. “You’re my boss. You’re my ex-boyfriend. I’m not even sure you like me.”

        “On the contrary, this is the best idea I’ve had in years.” His head dipped, and the sting of teeth right at the top of my thigh was dangerously close to where I ached. “And I’m gonna show you how much I like you.”

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: Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.

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Release Blitz & Excerpt: Good Time by Jana Aston

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Blurb:
There’s one thing you should know. 
I wasn’t that drunk.

I was more than sober enough to put a stop to it. The truth is, it was my idea. I’m the one who suggested it. I knew it was crazy, but it’s not as if I’d be the first girl to get married on a whim in Las Vegas. I wouldn’t even be the last girl to get married on a whim in Las Vegas.

So what’s my excuse? I liked him. I liked the idea that he’d be stuck with me, just for a little bit. Because nothing good ever lasts, so you might as well have a good time while you can. GOOD TIME is a standalone romantic comedy set in the same world as Good Girl.  This is Payton & Vince’s story.

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Excerpt:  He thinks I’m funny. And exasperating. And bossy. And beautiful, he said that I was beautiful. It’s not the worst start in the history of starts, but I’d like to know more.

I pull out a stool and sit down at the island countertop so I can watch Vince work. It occurs to me once again what a shit wife I am. I don’t cook. I don’t give blow jobs. I haven’t asked if he needs anything dropped off at the dry cleaner. I don’t wear sexy lingerie. Maybe I should change? To be fair, the blow job thing is not my fault. I did offer that first night. I meant to yesterday, but he distracted me with his tongue and that was that. Gah, I’m just the worst.

 “What are you thinking about?”

 “Giving you a blow job.”

 “Yeah?” Vince responds easily, as if we’re talking about where the cutting board is. “Do you have a list of specific requirements for how you’d want that to happen?” So he’s open to the idea, is what I’m hearing. Maybe he’ll want to date after the annulment and he’ll fall in love with me? It’ll make a great story for our grandchildren.

 “You say that like I’m demanding.”

 “You are.”

 “I’m extremely easy-going! Everyone says so!” No one says that, actually. But it’s probably just because it’s never come up. It’s not as if I go around asking people if they think I’m easy-going, but if I did, they’d say yes. Probably. At least everyone except Vince would.

 “You have a very easy-going way of getting your own way,” Vince states as he sets a pot of water on the stove to boil. I suppose I can see where he might think that. That might even be a fair assessment.  I’m really self-aware. I need to add that to my list of positive attributes.

 “So for the blow job, can I tie you up?”

 “No.” The answer is firm, his lips twitching like the question was amusing.

 Humph. “Can you tie me up?”

 “How are you going to give me a blow job if you’re tied up?”

 Dammit! Worst. Wife. Ever. “I suppose without my hands it’d be more like you using my mouth to masturbate while I did nothing, wouldn’t it?”

 “What a visual you paint, Payton.”

 “You’re still welcome to tie me up though. It doesn’t have to be tradesies.”

 “Tradesies,” he mutters with a shake of his head, but he’s smiling as he uncorks the wine and pours two glasses.

 “So, where do you see yourself in five years, Vince?” Might as well dive in with the talking. He looks up from rolling back his shirt sleeves, a look of confusion flashing across his face replaced with an amused narrowing of his eyes.

 “Excuse me? Is this an interview?” He laughs, placing a pan on my stovetop before rummaging through my cabinets for a bottle of olive oil.

 “This is serious. You’ll be old and divorced. Think about that.”

 “An annulment doesn’t count as a divorce. It doesn’t count as anything.”

 “Try telling that to Britney. She’s gonna have that nineteen-hour marriage on her Wikipedia page until she dies. Wikipedia, Vince. That’s forever.”

 “Okay, whoa. Let’s step back a moment here.”

 “Do you need a wife with benefits?” I press on, because taking a step back doesn’t sound like it will get me anywhere.

 “What exactly does that mean?”

 “I have health insurance. Do you need health insurance? I could add you to my plan. It’s very reasonable, adding a spouse only costs like an extra two hundred dollars a month. It’s a really good plan, too. At least that’s what Lydia told me and she works in Human Resources so she would know. I’m no benefits package expert.”

 “That’s not what the term ‘with benefits’ means.”

 “Listen, in this case I think it’s exactly what that means. Society is the one who turned the word ‘benefit’ into something dirty.”

 “So there’d be no sex in this exchange?”

 “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course there’d be sex.”

 “Did you just talk yourself into a circle?”

 “Maybe.” Dammit.
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Blog Tour & Excerpt: I Bet You by Ilsa Madden Mills

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills returns with an all-new swoon-fest of a novel about what happens when you look beyond labels and take a chance on love. I Bet You, an all-new sexy college romance standalone is available NOW!
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Blurb: Sexy Athlete: I bet you…Penelope Graham: Burn in hell, quarterback.

The late night text is random but Penelope knows exactly who “Sexy Athlete” is. And why she shouldn’t take his wager. Ryker Voss. Football star. Walks on water and God’s gift to women. Just ask him.

His bet? He promises Penelope he’ll win her the heart of the nerdy guy she’s been crushing on. His plan—good old-fashioned jealousy. Once her crush sees her kissing Ryker, he’ll realize what he’s missing. Sounds legit, right? The only question is…why is Ryker being so nice to her?

Penelope Graham. Virgin. Lover of sparkly vampires and calculus. His mortal enemy. Penelope knows she shouldn’t trust a jock, but what’s a girl to do when she needs a date to Homecoming? And Ryker’s keeping a secret, another bet, one that could destroy Penelope’s heart forever. Will the quarterback score the good girl or will his secret mean everyone loses at this game of love?
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Excerpt: Penelope: I stand in front of the mirror in the restroom and gasp. Holy moly, I’m a total disaster. Red is on my shirt, my neck, my cheek, and there’s even a dab in my hair. I let out a heavy sigh as I wipe at it with a wet paper towel. At least my hair is auburn and the red will just blend right in. I scrub at the stain on my shirt, but all I end up doing is making a giant wet spot.

“Forget it,” I mutter to myself a few minutes later as I straighten my lopsided messy bun and adjust my glasses. My makeup is faded, and I reach into my apron for a tube of cherry red lipstick then quickly swipe it over my mouth. Like that’s going to improve the situation. I need a makeover and new clothes stat.

I walk out of the restroom and take in Sugar’s Bar and Grill, a restaurant in Magnolia, Mississippi. The dinner rush is over, but a few stragglers will come in, mostly college students. Only a block from campus, Sugar’s has a modern farmhouse feel with galvanized steel light fixtures, pale pine floors, and straight-back metal chairs, but the food…well, that’s what keeps the place hopping. It’s the only restaurant near campus to get anything you want served up with a side of fresh fried green tomatoes. Their menu also features Southern classics, such as chicken and dumplings or macaroni and cheese with bacon sprinkled on top. Just thinking about it makes my stomach rumble. I was so wrapped up in writing during my break that I forgot to eat.

I sigh and head to the football table, where they promptly hand over the money. “Nice doing business with you, boys,” I say before flouncing off, feeling Ryker’s eyes on me the entire time.

What’s his deal with me? I mean, you’d think he’d want to avoid me because of the article, but it’s as if his mission is to be around me as much as he can. In fact, I’m not even sure he knew who I was before I wrote it since we don’t run in the same circles. I suspect he’s torturing me.

I push him out of my head and walk over to a table that needs bussing, picking up half-empty soda glasses and putting them on my tray. The door chimes, signaling that someone has come in, and I raise my head to see—

Whoa. I freeze. Bring out the angels and cue the hallelujah chorus. Now that’s the kind of man I should be writing sexy scenes about.

Standing at the door is Connor Dimpleshitz—yes, his surname is unfortunate, but his IQ makes up for it. I’ve been crushing on him since our sociology class last semester.

Framed by a golden halo of sunlight as it glints through the windows, I decide he’s what would happen if Albert Einstein and Henry Cavill had a baby. “A hot genius. The perfect unicorn,” I murmur to myself.

I chew on my lip, debating on whether to mosey up to him and say hi or hide. Hide wins. I know, I’m a little ridiculous, especially since we have calculus together this semester and he’ll obviously see me at some point in class.  But then I’ll have good hair and ketchup-free clothes.

I quickly survey the possibilities for my escape as the hostess seats him in another server’s section. My eyes land on the right side of the restaurant, where I could make a mad dash for the kitchen, but he’s bound to see me darting since I’d have to walk past him. Plus, I want to hang around and watch him without him knowing.

I come to a decision. Wrangling the tray of half-empty sodas I cleared, I quickstep it over to the back left corner, the farthest away from the double doors of the entrance. I maneuver my body into an awkward hunkering position behind a huge potted plant with wide fan-shaped leaves. At least five feet tall with a gnarly brown trunk, the green monster is perfect camouflage.

I peek around a big leaf that’s in dire need of a good dusting,judging by the motes floating around. Feeling paranoid that someone is a witness to my absurdity, I throw a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure no one’s around.

Ryker. Shit. He’s staring at me from the football table, and there’s a glint in his gaze, as if he’s wondering what I’m doing.  I scowl and stick my tongue out at him. He makes me feel so rebellious and flustered and…excited. I can’t even stop myself. Ugh. His expression deepens in amusement, and I grimace, realizing my butt is sticking out. His annoying eyebrow jacks up and says, What the hell are you doing?

With eye telepathy I tell him to mind his own freaking business. I pointedly turn my back on him and focus on The Unicorn.

A few seconds later, a familiar deep voice resonates from behind me, making me start. “You look a little flustered, Penelope. Spying on someone for your next story, perhaps?”

I freeze. Blink. His voice is husky and lower than before when he was calling me garçon, the tone reminding me of languid summer nights under a starry Southern sky while he gives me deep, passionate kisses—

Good Lord.Stop your daydreaming.Must. Stop. Reading. Romances. I heave out a sigh and turn around to face Ryker.  What the hell does he want now?

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A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice; Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.  She’s also addicted to frothy coffee beverages, Vampire Diaries, and any kind of book featuring unicorns and sword-wielding females. 

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Blog Tour & Excerpt: Close by Laurelin Paige

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Blurb:  Everyone wants to get close to a rock star. The bright lights. The music. Those talented fingers strumming… a guitar. Everyone wants to bang a rock star.

So why do I keep running from the one who wants me? I’m America’s Sweetheart. I have a reputation. He’s a boy-band icon turned rock god. I’m vanilla. He’s every flavor of bad. And he’s much, much too young for me.

If I end up in Nick Ryder’s bed, my career and I will both be screwed.…but that’s only if I’m caught.

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Or like he spent last night making out with somebody more than a decade older than him.

“It’s crazy seeing you here,” I say. I giggle again at the sheer ridiculousness of this. “Do you come here often?” What am I doing? What am I saying? It’s like I just learned how to talk to people of the opposite sex. How have I ever gotten a date?

Not that I’m trying to date Nick. “Occasionally. You?” He sticks his hands in his pockets and he’s so relaxed, so sexy, and I just can’t stand all that swagger on such a handsome guy that I am not allowed to touch. It’s unfair for anyone to look so effortlessly edible before nine a.m.

“It’s my favorite shop. Come here all the time.” I take a couple steps backwards, trying to shift toward my car. “I probably should—”

“Don’t you think it’s probably more than a coincidence?” He takes a step towards me, and I take one back, willing myself not to respond to the rumble of his deep voice and the magnetism of his body. “That we’d see each other again so soon. Kind of like fate, almost.”

Oh my god, Oh my god, he’s flirting with me. What do I do? He’s so hot, I can’t even look at him. But then I do, and I have total church-giggles over this, and I have to escape before I make an even bigger fool out of myself. Someone is bound to notice that I am losing my cool, and they’ll draw conclusions that aren’t even true. It was just kissing!

“It’s really weird, I have to admit.” I dance back some more, then glance behind me to make sure I’m not going to back into the street and get run over and make this even worse. “And really awkward.” I brush some hair back that’s come loose from the messy bun at the base of my neck.

He shrugs, seeming to disagree. And it’s true that I’m the only one who seems to be awkward right now. “I don’t know about that. Doesn’t have to be awkward. Could just be convenient. Since I never got your phone number.”

If I didn’t think he was flirting before, I know he definitely is now. I don’t want to say no to him, but I have to say no to him. He cannot have my number. Can’t have anything more than a memory of a scorching-hot make-out in the back of a club. What we did was not for a sunlit day. It was for a dark corner. And yet, I still can’t seem to actually say the word no. So instead I say, “Why do you need my phone number?”

Oh my god, this is mortifying. It really is like I’m in high school again and I’ve forgotten not only how to talk to boys but how to stand in their presence. He takes another step toward me, laughing. “Well, for one thing, I thought it might be nice if we had dinner sometime.”

He has the most ridiculous smile, I realize. It lights up his entire face. You can see it in his eyes, and there’s no pretension. It’s all genuine. Pure sunshine. I’m rendered speechless by it for half a second and I have to ask, “What was that?”

“Dinner,” he says, that huge-ass grin in full force, taking another step toward me, and now there’s only three feet between us, and I can feel the body heat from him, can remember what it felt like the last time he walked me backwards into a wall and then his body was pressing into me, and his mouth was on me. When his chest was against me, when his cock was pressing into me and my hips—

I suddenly jump backwards. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” I look around suddenly to see if anyone’s noticed this exchange yet. It’s fine, it’s still fine. We’re just two people who work in the same industry who bumped into each other on a Saturday morning and are chatting like people do on Saturday mornings when they bump into each other. While giggling. Totally fine.

“What are you worried about, Natalia?” He doesn’t chase after me, just stands there looking confident and laid-back. Like a man trying to tempt a scared animal out from hiding. “I mean—I do bite, but most women like it.”

I smile at that, because I can’t help it, but I duck so he doesn’t see. He’s probably so much more experienced than me. He’s probably so dirty in the bedroom. God, I shouldn’t be thinking about that. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you,” I say, shaking my head. I turn toward my car.

“No, you shouldn’t be,” he calls from behind me, and I have to actually close my eyes to collect myself because it’s obvious he’s thinking about doing not-talking things. Things like last night. Things like biting. Things good girls have no business being so turned on by. I tell myself he probably says stuff like that to all the girls who walk away from him.

But who am I kidding? Who has ever walked away from Nick Ryder? Besides me, I mean. Twice now. I deserve an Oscar for my willpower. That should be a new category.

“Bye, Nick,” I call as I flee with my coffee. Then I step into my car, put my keys in the ignition and drive away before I lose my senses and change my mind.
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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Review: Cards of Love: The Moon by Sierra Simone

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The Cover: I. LOVE. THIS. COVER. Oh my gosh! The coloring of it, the lines and style..it just screams tarot and it is very sensual and beautiful. It fits Nimue and Merlin perfectly, I love it and I need it on my bookshelf ASAP. 

Basics: Cards of Love: The Moon was released on October 5th 2018 and is 100 pages long. It is a novella that ties in with The New Camelot series. Genre wise The Moon belongs to novella and contemporary romance. 

Description: She’s angry that I left.  I’m angry that I died.  It’s the trouble with our two lives: we don’t only have one past to work through, but two.  Double the pain, twice the betrayal.  A million times the tragedy.

***The Moon is the story of Merlin and Nimue from the New Camelot trilogy.  It’s recommended that you read the trilogy first, as there are American King spoilers in The Moon.***

(Cards of Love is a massive multi-author project, a series of love letters to the mysterious and inspirational world of tarot cards.  These can be read in any order, as the only thing the Cards of Love books share is their common inspiration from the world of tarot.)
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Overall thoughts: I love and adore Sierra Simone; she is one my favorite authors ever but I did not enjoy The Moon. Let me explain, it wasn’t because of the story or characters it was honestly because I had this idea of Merlin in my head and clearly Sierra has her version and they just didn’t add up. First of all, The Moon is a companion novella to The New Camelot series, so I would definitely recommend reading the trilogy first before reading The Moon. My main issue with this novella was just the fact that I viewed Merlin to be something he isn’t and I just didn’t enjoy it as usual because again, my idea of Merlin was completely different from Sierra’s. Which is my issue. As readers you aren’t always going to like how a character is portrayed and this was one of those times. 

Besides that, The Moon was beautifully written. I love a well written point of view from the male perspective and Sierra delivered that and more. Merlin and Nimue’s story is beautifully tragic with an attraction that is so static you feel it in your bones as you are reading. That is definitely a gift of Sierra’s, she writes in a way that makes you feel so connected to her characters that you feel everything they are feeling. Overall The Moon was a great addition to the New Camelot series and great novella, if you are a fan of The New Camelot series or Simone’s work in general I highly suggest you read it.  

Couple Chemistry Rating: 5/5 Shells
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Excerpt: A hiss in the darkness, then a flame, bright and dancing and unwelcome.

 A match, I think, and then I think, whyAnd then: where am I?

 “You’re awake,” says a voice like water.  A voice I love.  It still doesn’t help me figure out where I am.

 “Am I?” I ask.  “Awake?”

 Like I said earlier, I don’t dream as such, but when I close my eyes, the memories and visions are there, dogging my sleep.  And I think maybe—yes, there is also a memory like this.  A memory of a dark-haired girl and a cave sparkling with light, the night air heavy with the ecstatic cries we fed it.

 “You are awake, Merlin.”  The flame moves, calves another flame, and then is blown out.  A candle now glows softly against the face of a woman standing at the end of the bed I’m on.

 Dark brows arch high over clear blue eyes and a long nose curves gracefully down the woman’s oval face, framed by a high forehead and cheekbones, and a beautiful, if narrow, jaw.  Her lips are on the thin side, but perfectly sculpted, giving her an expressive, fascinating mouth.  Coffee-dark hair hangs in glossy sheets around her face and down her back.

 She’s haunting.  Haunting even as a girl, but now even more so as a woman.

“Nimue,” I say, and for the first time I notice how thirsty I am.  I make to sit up—and realize my hands are tied to the bed. Nimue sets the candle down on an end table, and it illuminates the space enough to show me that I’m indeed in a room and not in the damp mouth of a cave. It means it’s now and not then, which I suppose I should be grateful for.

 After all, I died then. A silver key glints from just below the smile of her clavicle, the bottom tip of it pointing to the sweet valley between her breasts I used to know so well.  They are small and pert—her body still the lithe dancer’s body she had as a girl—and my flesh responds to the sight of those little handfuls, the memory of them.  The fantasy of her dusky nipples dragging along the underside of my aching cock is enough to have my body warming, and that’s when I really become aware that I’m not only tied to the bed, but I’m also dressed in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.

 Well, nothing else except for the padded cuff around my ankle. Nimue leans forward to untie my wrist, which leaves the front of her swishy dress gaping forward enough that I can see those nipples now, dark rose and erect.

I’d tasted them frequently once upon a time. Once upon a time, twice. In another life, I’d known the feel of her breasts against my lips and tongue better than I’d known almost anything else.

 With one of my wrists freed, Nimue straightens and nods at the other.  “You can untie yourself.  You’ll find that the chain allows you more than enough length to do everything you need.  I’m obviously trusting you not to do anything self-destructive, but should the need arise, I can take away this particular freedom.”  She says it cheerfully, almost as if the idea of taking away my freedom delights her.

 The key on her chest glints as she steps back, and I understand that it’s the key that unlocks my cuff—the same cuff that is connected to a ring in the floor by a length of slender chain.

Anger comes. And with it shame. And with that, fear. I died once this way, and I’d rather not do it again. I lunge for my other wrist to untie it, needing to be free, needing to reach for Nimue to kiss her or kill her—but by the time I untie myself, she’s out the door with it shut and locked behind her.
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My Rating: 3/3 Shells
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Review & Blog Tour: Strong by Kylie Scott

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The Cover: I love Strong‘s cover! I love the colors, the bodyguard and the guitar. I also like the snowflake like designs in the background because they remind me of Martha and how icy she is. I definitely want to add Strong to my bookshelf because the cover is gorgeous. 

Basics: Strong was released on September 24th 2018, is 120 pages long and was published by Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated. Genre wise Strong belongs to standalone, and contemporary romance 

Description: From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series… 

When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare. As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.

Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them. 

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
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Overall thoughts: I love the Stage Dive series and I am huge fan of Kylie Scott. She’s a great writer and the Stage Dive series is a complete blast. I have always been interested in Sam (the band’s body guard) and Martha (the cold sister of Ben and ex of David) and their relationship! So when I found out that Kylie was teaming up 1001 Dark Nights to write a novella for Martha and Sam I was completely ecstatic and she DID NOT disappoint! 

I loved Strong! The dynamic between Martha and Sam is adorable and they just make me smile honestly. I was smiling the entire time I read Strong and although I am super thankful they got book, I am bummed it was just a novella because it was so short! Martha left her past and messy, awkward and not so good relationship with Stage Dive behind and went to New York to start over. Meanwhile Sam continued his job protecting and guarding Stage Dive waiting. Years later the band mates of Stage Dive are happily when Martha suddenly shows up…with a bruise on her face.

Suddenly everything changes and Sam isn’t going to wait for her anymore. He’s waited and wanted Martha for years and he’s done with all of that. Martha isn’t so sure what she wants to do: stay or leave. But the one thing she is sure of (but doesn’t quite accept) is her attraction to Sam. Good things come to those who wait! Throughout the series Martha has been looked at the mean, cold-hearted, selfish home-wrecking sister of Ben and honestly? I’m really glad Kylie gave her a chance to tell her story and show how strong her and Sam love is. They are an electric toe curling, laugh out funny couple that I’m so glad and thankful we all finally have the chance to read about. Strong is a wonderful addition to the Stage Dive series and my only complaint was it wasn’t long enough! 

Couple Chemistry Rating: 5/5 Shells
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Favorite Quotes: “It wasn’t that I valued the handbag more than my life, you know. It’s just that it was mine. You have to protect what’s yours in this world, or people will walk all over you.” -Martha

My Rating: 5/5 Shells
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Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from
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Release Blitz & Excerpt: Strong by Kylie Scott

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kylie Scott comes a new story in her Stage Dive series…
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Blurb: When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare.

As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.

Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them. 

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

Excerpt: “I don’t believe this,” I bitched. “My Valentino boots are actually sticking to the floor. That’s how gross this place is.”

Lizzy just smiled. “Told you to dress casual.”

“I am.”

The smile widened.

“Jeans and a tee is casual.”

“A tee? It’s velvet, Martha.” She held a bottle of beer up to her lips, taking a sip. “I said we were going to a dive bar. You have only yourself to blame for the fashion faux pas.”

“But velvet is in!”

“Would you two quit talking? I’m trying to listen,” said my brother, Ben. The big hairy idiot was slouched back in his chair, bopping his head in time to the music.

Lizzy shuffled closer all conspiratorial-like. “I know why you’re all dressed up.”

I said nothing. There was nothing to be said.

Next her gaze went to the man standing at the end of the bar across from us. No, no, I would not turn my head. I would not fall prey to her bullshit. After all, I’d managed to successfully avoid him for the forty-eight or so hours since my not so triumphant surprise return to the West Coast. Even with us both being in the same house. A very big sprawling house, but still.

On the other hand, it should probably be mentioned that he looked awfully good tonight in jeans and a white T-shirt with a leather jacket. Samuel Rhodes, otherwise known as Sam. Not a pretty man with his harsh features and bull-like neck, but something about him appealed to me. As always, his head was shaved and his body was built and my idiot fingers itched to explore.

Okay. So I guess at some point I must have turned my head. And shit, he caught me looking.

The corner of his lips rose just a little, just enough to mess with me, before he returned to doing his job by casually surveying the packed room. My heart did not speed up due to anything done by him. Clearly, I hadn’t totally caught my breath from when we’d walked in half an hour ago or something. That was all. Interesting to note, he did none of the checking me out typical of a heterosexual male who might have been into me. In fact, he didn’t really give me any signals at all. Ever.
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Blog Tour & Excerpt: The Duke of Seduction by Darcy Burke

The Duke of Seduction, an all-new historical romance from USA Today bestselling author Darcy Burke is LIVE!
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Blurb: Lady Lavinia Gillingham prefers rocks and dirt to marriage. Her passion is science, and she’s determined to marry if—and only if—she finds a man who supports her interests and intellect. So far, she’s managed to avoid attention on the Marriage Mart, but when the Duke of Seduction pens anonymous letters singing her praises, she suddenly become the toast of the ton and matrimony seems imminent.

William Beckett, Marquess of Northam possesses the reputation of a rake, but is secretly a romantic. Spurned at sixteen, he doesn’t expect to feel the sting of Cupid’s bow a second time, and yet he’s able to woo the coldest of hearts with the anonymous words he publishes. As the Duke of Seduction, he uses his skill to help Lavinia, never anticipating she has no desire for assistance. While Lavinia is pursued by several suitors, Beck is the one who is seduced when he learns that love can strike twice…

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Excerpt: The room wasn’t overly large, and it was—seemingly—empty. It also wasn’t terribly well lit, with a low fire burning in the grate and a pair of sconces flickering on the wall on either side of the fireplace.

She was either beneath the desk or behind the curtain. He couldn’t see the underside of the desk from the door. It wasn’t a pedestal as Lord Evenrude’s had been.

Circling around, he saw no one hiding there. That left the draperies on the window. He moved to the far wall and instantly noted the slight lump behind the blue damask. Moving forward, he reached for the fabric but hesitated before he pushed it aside. What if it wasn’t her?

The fabric moved, and she bared her face. “You found me.” Her dark gaze registered surprise. “Oh, it’s you!”

“It’s me.”

“Are you still looking for a place to hide?”

“I am.”

She reached for his lapel and held the drapery wide, pulling him into the darkness beside her. “He’ll be done counting shortly. If he isn’t already.”

“I should probably hide somewhere else,” he said, though he was loath to move. Ensconced in the dark with Lavinia, he was acutely aware of her heat and the intoxicating scent of lilies and honeysuckle.

“Yes, I suppose you should.” She turned toward him, and they were so close, her breasts brushed against his chest. “Sorry,” she murmured.

God, he wasn’t. He was only sorry he had to leave.

“Before you go, I wanted to thank you again for the fossils.” She whispered, her breath tickling his neck as she spoke. “I can’t stop looking at them. They’re absolutely extraordinary. I hope I have reason to visit Devon one day so I can hunt for my own.”

“I hope you do too. Consider yourself welcome at Waverly Court any time.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

He heard the smile in her voice and resisted the urge to run his fingers over her mouth so he could feel the curve of her lips. He really should go—

But first, he wanted to ask her something. “Do you know the Duchess of Kendal?”

“Yes, but not well. Fanny’s sister is a good friend of hers. Why?”

Why indeed. Beck wanted to enlist Lavinia’s help to see if the Duchess might be able to help him learn who SW and DC might be. However, if the Duchess had been part of a scandal, she might prefer to leave those memories in the past. Furthermore, he wasn’t sure he should include Lavinia in any of this.

And yet, he found he simply couldn’t resist. “Do you know what happened with the Duchess when she was out in Society—maybe sixteen years ago? The Duke mentioned something, and I was curious. Because my sister was out at the same time.” He added the last because he felt he had to share a reason for his inquiry. Still, he hated bringing Helen up since he didn’t want to answer too many questions about her, particularly regarding her fate.

“She was compromised. A gentleman—I can’t remember who—wooed her. They were caught kissing, and he refused to marry her. She was ruined. It was horrible because it wasn’t even her fault. It’s so unfair. Men can kiss whomever they want, and women are blamed for any indiscretion.”

“The key is to not get caught. It sounds as though this gentleman was rather inept.”

“Are you saying it was his fault?” She sounded surprised. “Most would argue they were at least both to blame.”

“Certainly she retains some culpability, but a decent gentleman would ensure they could kiss and not get caught.”

“And how would they do that?” Something in her tone changed. Her voice lowered, and it felt as though she’d moved just a hair closer.

If he leaned just a tiny bit forward, he was sure he’d feel her breasts again. God, how he wanted to. “They might hide themselves behind a drapery in the library.”

“During hide-and-seek?”

Beck’s cock lengthened and grew stiff as the air around them heated. “Probably not. In that case, someone is actually looking to find them.”

“And yet here we are.” Her voice had changed again, going nearly breathless.

“Yes, here we are.”

“Are you going to, then?” she asked, her breasts grazing his chest as she edged herself against him. “Kiss me.”

“By God, I think I am.”

“Oh, good.”
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Review & Excerpt: It Seemed Like A Good Idea A The Time by Kylie Scott

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The Cover: I really like It Seemed Like A Good Idea A The Time and it’s very aesthetically pleasing with the background, font and cover model. However I do wish there was more of Pete in it and more of his essence and not just his abs.

Basics:  It Seemed Like A Good Idea A The Time was released on August 7th 2018 and is 316 pages long. Genre wise It Seemed Like A Good Idea A The Time belongs to contemporary romance and age gap romance.

Description: Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.

Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.

Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings. Sometimes first loves are the truest.
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Excerpt: It was meant to be a soft kiss. A chaste one, even.

The minute my lips touched his, however, everything changed. Callused hands grabbed the sides of my face and my mouth opened on a gasp. His tongue swept inside, taking me over. Holy hell. Shoes and purse hit the floor, forgotten. Nothing about this kiss was slow or easy. The man devoured me. Every ounce of emotion poured into that kiss, all of the anger and frustration between us. His tongue was teasing and tasting, driving me wild. Then he drew back to suck and nip at my bottom lip. One hand slid around the back of my neck, the other over my hip to grab at my ass. His hold was firm, a little rough even. He treated my body like it belonged to him and I wasn’t gentle either.

Apparently experience mattered. Because all I could do was try and keep up.

I held on tight to his open shirt, straining against him, trying to get closer. I’d have crawled inside the man if I could. Turned out that under certain circumstances, the taste of scotch worked for me in a big way. Against my hip, his cock hardened, digging into me. And oh my God, I’d done that to him. Me. How amazing! Meanwhile, my body felt liquid, core aching and empty. I needed him inside of me and it seemed like I’d already been waiting forever.

“Pete. Please.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, breath hot against my ear.

I fumbled at the remaining buttons on his shirt. My damn fingers didn’t seem to be working. Easier to just push the whole thing upward. Luckily, the man decided to help, tearing the shirt off over his head. More skin was good. And he was so hot and smooth, a thrill to the touch. The solid flesh of his pecs and the flat plane of his stomach.

He tore at the zipper on the back of my dress, dragging fabric down over my shoulders. A growl came from the back of his throat, a noise of frustration, impatience. I’m reasonably certain I heard the silk rip. I didn’t care. His hands and mouth seemed to cover every bit of skin revealed, touching and tasting me everywhere. The dress got stuck on my hips. Out of the way enough for now.

He didn’t even bother undoing my bra, simply peeling down one of the lace cups to free my flesh. My breast filled his hot palm as it took the weight. Fingers plumped me, his thumb flicking over my hard nipple. The sting of pain followed by the heat of his kiss made my head spin and my body ache. There was no room for thought as he fed me deep, wet kisses. Slowly, he took us to the floor. No time for anything else. Just the urgent need to have him inside me.

The hardness of the polished wood was cool against my back. My legs were spread, his body between them. And with his broad chest above me, his weight taken on one arm, he was all I could see. I swear even the insides of my thighs were wet, I was so ready. It would have been embarrassing with anybody else. But this man, he had to know, he had to understand. It had always been him.

“Pete, I need—”

“I know,” he said, voice harsh and low.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time Overall thoughts: It Seemed Like A Good Idea A The Time by Kylie Scott is one of the best reads of the Summer! One of my favorite genres of romance to read about is age gap/difference romance and honestly? It’s a breath of fresh air because every relationship is different and these two, Adele and Pete have heck of a backstory and connection.

Adele is back home visiting her father for his upcoming wedding, trouble is she hasn’t visited for a very long time due to the incident. Yes…THE incident. No spoilers but the pure teenage angst, love and overall feel of the incident was such a teenager thing to do that I am still laughing about it weeks later. Adele is a precious cinnamon roll and I adore her. 

Pete and Adele have a complicated history and complicated relationship with mountains and mountains of desire for each other and it’s one heck of a mess to sort through. Overall I really loved Adele and Pete as a couple, I think the whole age gap issue isn’t a big deal considering I myself am married to another man and I also found it refreshing because it’s not written about much. Lately age gap romance is becoming more popular yes, but before? Not so much.

The only issue I had with It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time was PETE. I have a love-hate relationship with the man! Oh my goodness! He drove me NUTS. In a good and bad way! But the angst and self hate thing he deals with because he wants Adele and the fact  she is younger and he feels bad about it drove me BANANAS. You are attracted to her, you were close with her and share a connection…accept it already! If it’s legal…who cares! But also reading about him struggling for his feelings with Adele and wanting/loving her made me swoon too, so I can’t complain too much!

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time will definitely one of my favorite reads of the summer! Adele and Pete have one of the best static age gap romances I have ever read about and I adore them!  

Couple Chemistry Rating: 5/5 Shells
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Kylie Scott is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from
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Excerpt Reveal: Kiss My Ash by Leddy Harper

Kiss My Ash, an all new Sexy Taboo standalone Romance by Leddy Harper is releasing August 9th!

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Synopsis: Ash Jenkins was the typical boy next door. Wait, who am I kidding? There was nothing typical about that boy.

He was tall, ripped, and had the voice of a man twice his age. Intelligent, sexy as sin, and barely legal.

Sent to live with his dad after getting in some trouble with the law, he was definitely someone I needed to stay away from.

But he had his sights set on me, and he didn’t try to hide it.
Did it still make me a cougar if I was the prey?

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Excerpt: “Why am I the only one getting naked?” Kristy huffed. “If you’re so confident that we won’t get caught, why is your suit still on?”

“Because I’m not the one who said I’ve always wanted to go skinny dipping.”

“Well, being the only one doing it isn’t much fun.”

“Wow, babe…what happened to you?”

After a moment, she asked, “What do you mean?”

“You got old.”

“I did what?”

“You heard me—got old.”

“Don’t be an Ash-hole. In case you don’t remember…I am old.”

Shaking my head, I bit back a grin she couldn’t see, though I felt confident she could hear the hilarity drifting past my lips. “Did you just call me an Ash-hole? On purpose? Or are your dentures falling out, giving you a minor slur.”

“Keep it up, and you’ll leave me no choice but to open a can of whoop-Ash on you.”

It took everything in me to hold back the humor that filled my entire body before it bellowed out into the night—which would most certainly wake a few people. “You’re on a roll. What else you got?”

“The list is rather extensive; it could take all night. Maybe if you weren’t such a jack-Ash, I’d tell you. But alas, you are, so it looks like you can kiss my Ash.”

“See?” I lowered my head and allowed my hushed laughter to swarm us, creating a cocoon meant for two. “You’re not old. You might think you are, but if that were the case, you wouldn’t have been able to come up with creative ways to spin my name into a curse word.”

“Well, they say you are the company you keep.”

“So it’s my fault you’ve been sneaking around, making out with your neighbor behind bushes at night like a teenager without a care in the world?”

“Something like that…” She couldn’t even say that with a straight face, which was evident by the amusement in her tone. “Regardless, you’re not allowed to say I’m old. I don’t give a rat’s Ash how good you are in bed, do it again and we’re finished. You hear me?”

“Yeah, Kris…” Eliminating the humor between us, I lowered my lips to her ear. “Loud and clear. And if you don’t take this bathing suit off now, I’ll make you scream so loud the entire neighborhood will hear you as well.”

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About the Author: Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped. 

She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters. She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. 

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.

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