dimanche 17 février 2019

RØMA QUEEN by Callie Hart: ARC Review

Roma Queen (Roma Royals Duet, #2)Roma Queen by Callie Hart
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I've been waiting for more of Pasha and Zara, and there is Røma Queen!!! Second and last installment of the series, this opus illustrated the genre Callie Hart excels in: the romantic suspense.

Though the first and last parts of the book had a very different vibe, I enjoyed Pasha's playfulness and almost romantic ways. Wait until that bad boy alpha takes matters into his own hands, and you'll see how much of a King he is. 

Zara, always feisty, sometimes reckless and utterly endearing, cracked me up. The romance, the banter and the chemistry between the two of them were amazing. Prophecy, manipulations, duty and Roma laws and traditions gave a pleasant rhythm to the story. I loved being immersed in Pasha's life and culture.


When the pace picked up after the first part, I found myself riveted to the story; I tried to collect the pieces of the bigger picture throughout Røma Queen. With every detail finaly unveiled, when every piece clicked into place, you'll be looking at an astounding 

Please, pay attention to the cues, you're in for a treat!


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mercredi 13 février 2019

THE SAINT by L.P Lovell: Release


We're celebrating the release of The Saint by LP Lovell! Check out the excerpt and one-click this thrilling contemporary now!


Dark Contemporary
Stand Alone
Designed by: Vixen Designs


Purchase here >> https://amzn.to/2Cd7rOQ

Blurb:
My life was simple; God, business and myself, in that order.

Then I met an angel, and everything changed.

To be loved by an angel is to be loved by God himself...
EXCERPT:
“You’re acting crazy…crazier than normal. Why would you employ Eden?”

“So we can watch her.” There’s no we about it.

He snorts. “Two weeks ago you wanted me to kill her. Now you’re giving her a job. I see the way you look at her.”

Anger starts to bubble like lava, just waiting to spill over and destroy everything in its path. “And how is that?”

“Like she interests you. And nothing interests you aside from money.”

So he sees it. “My interest in her is money because she threatens it. Her brother threatens it.” The lies pour so easily from my lips with enough plausibility to fool my brother — he who knows me so well — the only one who would notice my attentions slipping.

“You aren’t focused.”

“I’m fine!” I instantly regret the slight loss of control, the snap in my voice because it proves an element of truth in his words. Pushing to my feet, I move to the bar and pour a half glass of whiskey before knocking back a full gulp and slamming the glass on the bar. I walk straight past him and yank the door open with a heavy groan of old hinges. I storm from the room, right into Eden. We collide, and she staggers back, dropping the tray of glasses in her hand. The crash can be heard over the music.

She drops to her knees immediately, scrambling to pick up the glass. “I’m sorry,” she says, glancing up at me through long lashes.  My cock twitches, my lungs shrink, and my pulse hammers out a staccato rhythm against my eardrums. She’s on her knees before me. Worshipping me, praying at my altar. The thought makes my cock painfully hard, and I can’t…think. A breath hisses through her lips, and she snatches her gaze away, lifting her hand. Blood pours from her finger, cascading down her hand so hypnotically. I drop to a crouch, grabbing her wrist and tugging her closer. The soft jazz music swells around us, and I know there’s a room full of people, but all I see is her…and her blood. So red, so vibrant. Our eyes meet, and I hold my breath, fighting the torrent of images flashing through my mind. Wings. Flames. Blood tears. Blood, blood, blood. Wings of crimson. An angel on her knees, a sacrificial offering. For me. To me. And she looks so good in blood, the crimson against that pristine, pale skin. No!

Shoving to my feet, I stagger away from her. “Clean that up,” I grunt before hurrying away.

She tempts the very darkest parts of me to the surface. Which is precisely why she should be dead, a little voice pops up in my mind. It would be so easy, her existence washed from this planet and thus my mind, as bleach washes germs away. I would feel cleansed. Fixed. Right. But if an angel is the voice of your conscience, encouraging good, then this…craving must surely be the work of the devil. Burning, burning, burning.

She tests me with her simple innocence and naivety, and how truly damned does that make me — that I should crave the destruction of something pure? She plays to my weaknesses, and that troubles me in ways I cannot fathom. This is what He wants, to watch me lose control, to watch me struggle for Him.

I need to get out of this club.

l've never run from anyone, but I’m fleeing from the monster she entices from deep inside me. I should never have offered her a job here. I keep walking, moving through the club and straight out of the front door, racing towards the salvation that I sorely need.






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Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England.

She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.

Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.

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samedi 9 février 2019

QUEEN by Keri Ann: Blog Tour and Review

Title: Queen
Series: Restless Souls MC #1
Author: Kerri Ann
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 7, 2019
The Queen, is a woman not to be toyed with. She takes what was owed, keeping it until the debt is paid. I was a debt to be paid. I'd understood my lot in life early, knowing my life was forfeit. Until the day he arrived. 
Dragged across the scrub, laid in the stone house, I watched and listened. I saw who he was. A kindred soul that was now a debt like me. 
The Queen was playing her game and he was just a new piece on the board. His strength, his fury won't help against her cunning, and deciding to help him could be my death.
Following the story of the Broken Bows MC, the Restless Souls MC continues the battle with the vindictive wicked cartel Queen. 
Tick tock. A chiming bell.
I'm your little slice of hell.
The King of cream. You made him fall.
A Queen. The heart. I'll stand tall.
The pieces set. The places dealt.
There's nowhere left to run.
I've set the board. I've set the trap.
Now it's your time come.
Down and down, until I win.
Your downfall is my sin.
The Knights will fail. One by one.
Until all the King's men fall.
Their power wains, I'm ready to maim.
They'll reap what they have wrought.
The victory is mine.
Brought out by their design.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Time's up.
The Queen will win.
The Queen is a standalone, but is best read after King and Pawn from the Broken Bows MC. Recommended to read Christmas at the Clubhouse Anthology.
                
Mother of two insanely (well trained) sarcastic men, wife to a dangerously smolder inducing grumble bunny (fireman), and friend to some amazing ladies (you know who you are). Thanks for reading, thanks for being a friend, and I look forward to meeting you in the future for drinks, danger and laughs.
Living in Northern Ontario, Canada, Kerri loves to read, travel and find new reasons to write you fantastic love stories. Remember, not all love is clean. Dark, light, angsty, sexually charged and twisted—that’s her genre.
It’s heart wrenching stories where the muse directs her. As the instrument of their lives, the stories are told piece by piece with emotion, that has the story read like a movie. You can hope for the good guy to win, but it won’t always happen. She can’t guarantee an HEA (happily ever after) or HFN (happy for now), because life doesn't always have those. 
Enjoy the OMG's and tears. Tear your hair out, toss a book or two, because I want you to feel their pain too. As they live it, absorb it on the pages.
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mardi 5 février 2019

TWISTED by Natasha Knight: Cover Reveal




Title: Twisted
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Romance Standalone
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser, RBA Designs
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Travis S.
Release Date: February 19, 2019



Blurb

My brother was right. I always wanted my own Willow Girl.

What happened on that island didn’t break me.
It twisted me.
Corrupted me.
Made me into a monster.

Although, I guess it’s true what she says. You can’t become something that wasn’t inside you all along.

This was always going to happen.
I was always going to take Amelia Willow.
History and destiny sealed her fate. Sealed both of ours.

For months, I’ve been waiting.
Watching.
Preparing.

And tonight, everything will change.
Because tonight, I’ll collect my own Willow Girl.

Author’s Note: Twisted is a standalone spinoff of the Dark Legacy Duet. No cliffhanger!







vendredi 1 février 2019

F.T.W. (THE MASTERS M.C. #3) by B.b. Blaque: ARC REVIEW

F.T.W. (The Masters M.C #3)F.T.W. by B.B. Blaque
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

They say that anticipation is greater than realization...I beg to differ! Ever since F.T.W. was a project, I've been dying to see where the author was going to take us, and once again she blew my mind, delivering an unapologetic story which explored the depth of the strongest emotions. Love. Rage. Despair. Guilt.

F.T.W. isn't your average read, it will lead you into paths you might not know existed, let alone wanted to follow. But that's where the author's magic operates, as she brilliantly delved into the darkest traits of her characters. 

I was so thrilled to finally get more of Colt, Kash, Blaze, Jordan, and all of them. They were the same and yet, everything was different, and I could feel how controled they had been until then, before the unthinkable happened and they embraced their inner demons. 
"Don’t fuck with ours or we’ll fuck with yours and keep on fuckin’!"

Nothing is sugarcoated, this book is violent, raw, and nonetheless one of the most beautiful I have read in months. 
"You get what you need and sometimes it’s exactly what you don’t want."

To be able to feel so much love through incredibly brutal scenes is an experience I'm not going to forget anytime soon. Family, friendship and brotherhood were palpable all along that crazy, insane ride. 

I cried, I laughed, I exploded right along with these fabulous men, completely immersed in their quest. The pace was frantic, the music blaring, only allowing little breathers here and there, and to only plunge deeper into that maddening journey of revenge.  

I highly recommand F.T.W. to readers who want to be challenged by the extreme emotions that story will stirr. This is definitely not for the faint of heart, but by the end, you'll be left with your heart pounding, breathing hard and with that huge smile on your face, saying "OMG, she did it again!!!".


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samedi 19 janvier 2019

COME TO DADDY by Brianna Hale: BLOG TOUR

Come to Daddy (Love Don't Cost a Thing, #1)Come to Daddy by Brianna Hale
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I absolutely love Brianna Hale's daddy stories and her newest release Come to Daddy is no exception. 

You need to meet Misha and Ciara. Misha, the slovenian billionaire who made me swoon, and Ciara the young student who needs money to pay off her parents' debt. 

In this book the author takes us in the Sugar Daddy/ Baby relationship.

“There aren’t any rules. We can be whoever we want to be to each other.”


Anticipation, scorching hot scenes, a disturbing brother swirl around to create a surprisingly sweet story I devoured in no time. 

I loved Ciara's strength and determination, her doubts and her capacity to stand up for herself. Misha's charm, grumpy behavior and struggle at communicating with his Sugar Baby made me smile and fall for him right away.  

"He can have his life and I can have mine, and this can be our special world between worlds."


Damir (Misha's brother)'s threats and mercilessness added an entertaining edge to this book. I'm now certainly anticipating his book, I can't wait to find out more about his mysterious man. 

“Damir is despicable. But he’s also many things I respect and admire. Powerful. Ambitious. Intelligent.”


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Title: Come to Daddy
Series: Love Don't Cost A Thing Book 1
Author: Brianna Hale
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 19, 2019
Rules for the New Sugar Baby
1. Are you worth it? Hell yes you are, ten times over 2. Hustle big, hustle hard and get out fast
3. Never, ever fall for your sugar daddy
I’ve always believed “I’m not that sort of girl,” but with my father’s debt to a bloodthirsty crime lord to pay off I have no choice but to dip into the sugar bowl.
Misha, a handsome older billionaire, is willing to pay top price for me. Something about my daddy doesn’t add up but with a debt to pay I don’t have the luxury of being picky. I’m the luxury in his life, his fantasy to fulfil, and I’m going to play my part to the fullest.
My name is Ciara, and when daddy calls, I come.
** Book one of the LOVE DON'T COST A THING series.
"This book is my favorite of all her books so far... Misha was all kinds of perfect for me." -- Gone with the Romance
"This book...oh my God. This book was everything. Hale hooked me with a title and cover I could not ignore, and then she delivered with a story that blew me away. Scorching, intense, thrilling--this book demanded my attention, even long after I finished. Come to Daddy will do more than keep you warm...it'll burn you alive. Five OMG THIS WAS FABULOUS stars!" -- K Webster, USA Today Bestselling Author
"A roller coaster of sexy fun that will leave you on the very edge...before plummeting you once more. It will definitely have you biting your lips and turning those pages. Misha is f*cking hot, the daddy of my dreams. Do yourself a favor and BUY THIS BOOK!" -- Vivian Wood, USA Today Bestselling Author
“Ciara?” I reach down to help her off the floor. A moment later I feel her fingers tugging at my belt. Oh. Oh. That’s what she was asking about earlier when she blushed and just now when she trailed off. She wanted to know about sex. I’m such a fucking idiot sometimes. I never said anything and now she thinks she has to do this. I grasp her forearms and lean forward. “Ciara. It’s all right. You don’t need to do that.” Her mouth is very close to mine and she licks her lips. In the soft lights of the car they look plump and deep pink and my gaze becomes locked on them. She’s so fucking beautiful. I’ve thought about touching her ever since she sent me those pictures. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head, in fact. But they were abstract thoughts about sex that were never going to come to fruition. That could never come to fruition, because I’m not who she thinks I am. Now she’s offering to give me exactly what I want and my brain is presenting me with reason after reason why I should have sex with her. It’s what she expects. Sex is implicit in our arrangement. It’s what she thinks I’m paying her for. She might get suspicious of my motives if I don’t take her to bed. I really, really want to taste her. “Would you like me to? Be honest,” she whispers. My hesitation tells her all she needs to know. Her fingers continue unthreading my belt. It clinks softly and loosens and I feel myself grow hard in anticipation of her touch. My hands caress her shoulders and her blonde curls glide against my knuckles. So soft. I push my fingers into her hair, caressing the back of her head, and she feels like heaven. Ciara’s hand rubs me over my trousers and even that gentle touch makes me groan. She outlines my length with her forefinger and then traces the swollen head of my cock. I watch her, my breathing shallow, as she undoes the button and then slowly eases the zipper down. Her hand dives inside my underwear and pulls my cock out, hot and swollen in her cool fingers. A conceited part of me can’t help but admire how thick and long I look in her hands. She licks her lips and I instinctively grasp the nape of her neck. Yes. Suck me. My gaze is locked on her face as her pink tongue slides across the broad head of my cock. Her hand caresses my length and she licks me again, wetting me thoroughly before taking me into her mouth. I feel the drag of her lips and then the lave of her tongue, and I groan and lay back against the leather seat. Jezus Christus, how did you learn to do this?” Ciara draws her tongue along my length with delicious slowness. “I’m a whore, remember?” Anger rolls through me even as she slides me to the back of her throat. Has she been seeing other men? Aren’t I giving her enough money? She’s not a whore, not even when I’m paying her for this. I catch hold of her hair tightly and force her gaze up to mine. “Listen to me. You don’t see any other men but me.” She nods quickly, her mouth still full of me. “I’m your daddy. Are we clear?” She nods again and I let her go, sinking back to enjoy what she’s doing. “Fucking good,” I growl, as she continues to work my cock. She’s heaven with that mouth. I look at the blush in her cheek, the way her lips slowly suck me, her eyes closed. From the way her tongue is caressing me I would almost think she was enjoying this. Her hands slide up and over my belly and she makes a little noise in the back of her throat. Maybe she is. Maybe she likes blowing me. I reach down between her legs and grasp her silken thigh. She catches my wrist and draws her mouth away from my cock. “Don’t,” she says in a broken whisper. As if she’s ashamed of something. But I need to know. Suddenly it’s the most important thing about this. Not the money. Not my fucking brother. Not me pretending to be something I’m not. Her. She’s the most important thing. And I need to know if she’s wet. “Baby. Let me feel.”
There’s nothing Brianna Hale likes more than a large, stern alpha male with a super-protective and caring streak, and when she’s not writing about them she can usually be found with a book, a cocktail, planning her next trip to a beautiful location or attending the theatre. She believes that pink and empowerment aren’t mutually exclusive, and everyday adventures are possible. Brianna lives in London.
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RØMA QUEEN by Callie Hart: ARC Review

Roma Queen by Callie Hart My rating: 4 of 5 stars I've been waiting for more of Pasha and Zara, and there is Røma Queen!!! Second and...